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symp4thyfvck · 20 days

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Participation (Ch.2)

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Kili x OC, Fili x OC (Smut!!)

(part one, part three, part four, part five, part six)

Description; This fanfic is posted to my AO3 as well, it's basically just pure filth with my OC Kaia and five members of Thorin's Company, we're continuing on with Fili ;)

MINORS DNI!! smut!! back off if ur a wee one!!

AN; I stand by the headcanon that Fili eats people out like a man STARVING

Translations for any Khuzdul will be at the end! <3

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“Well, what do we have here?”

Kaia squeaks in surprise at the new voice, and both she and Kili look over to find the source of the voice.

Fili stands a few feet away, leaning against a tree. He looks down at the two, head tilted slightly.

“Are we having a little tussle?”

Kili scoffs, raising himself onto his elbows.

“No.” He says indignantly, raising his eyebrows at his brother. Fili smirks, and Kili sits back to pull up his trousers, blushing slightly.

Kaia raises herself onto her elbows, looking between the two brothers.

Fili looks back to her, eyes travelling down her dishevelled form. Her skirts are still hitched around her hips, displaying her legs. Fili deeply inhales at the sight of them, before looking over at his brother.

“Well done, Kili. Finally told her you care about her?” Fili asks, his voice tight.

Kili looks at her, and gives her a small smile.

“There wasn’t much talking…” Kaia chuckles, holding Kili’s eyes as he blushed even more. “But I got the gist.”

“Ah, young love…” Fili chuckles, “What would Amad say about you defiling your lady before putting a braid in her hair, Kee?”

Kili scoffs, leaning back slightly. “Amad will be happy I at least found someone... my One. How far have you gotten with that?”

At that, Fili smiles too. He gives Kaia a significant look, and her breath hitches. Fili’s eyes travel down her body.

Kaia watches Fili, before looking over at Kili. She was shocked to hear me call her his One, but her heart fluttered at the thought. She'd had a crush on Kee since the first week of their travels, specifically since he gave her a flower with a blush on his face. And they proceeded to fall halfway down a hill. He was truly one of a king, and she knew she was falling for him.

Fili's next words brought her back to the present.

“As long as you made her cum, I see no problem…” Fili shrugs, crossing his arms across his chest.

Kili and Kaia are silent. Kaia avoids Kili’s eyes, clearing her throat. Fili stands still, looking between the two of them.

“Wait.... you made her cum, didn’t you, Kee?” Fili asks his brother, eyebrows raised.

Kili is silent, playing with a blade of grass next to him. Kaia looks over at Fili, who is staring shocked at his little brother.

“Kili. We were raised better than that!” His disappointment is palpable, and if it wasn’t for the fact that both princes looked completely serious, this conversation would be hilarious.

“Fee, it’s no big deal.” Kaia states, sitting up. She pokes her foot at Kili, who looks at her in confusion and surprise. She shrugs, looking over at Fili.

The golden haired prince gapes at her. “No big deal?!” He says, incredulous. He walks over to the pair, crouching down.

“Lass, I know you’re used to the way of men. But, as we’ve pointed out, our ways are much different.” Fili says, seriously. “Dwarven women are precious to us. More than any gem. Making them happy is one of the most important things to us! This is why dwarrowdams have so many lovers. Satisfaction is a must.”

Kaia stares wide eyed at him, utterly confused. Both he and Kili are looking at her in earnest, expressions grave.

“I’m not a dwarrowdam.”

“If you are a dwarrows love, then you are practically one of us. You have the body of man, but your soul is made of the same stuff as us dwarves.” Fili nods.

“Now. Let us get one thing straight, ‘ibin abnâmul (beautiful gem). If a dwarf cannot satisfy his One, then she is completely within her right to seek satisfaction elsewhere.”

Kaia stares at him, confused once again. Both Fili and Kili are watching her, eyes urging her on.

“What do you mean?” She asks, breaking the silence that had grown.

“Kaia, it would be my honour to be your lover.” Fill says, taking her hand in his own.

Kaia gapes at him, before looking at Kili.

“But-”

“Please, amrâlimê.” Kili pleads, taking her other hand in his own. His eyes and words are sincere. “Let my brother take care of you.”

“You’re… you’re okay with this… your brother, becoming my lover?”

“My heart is yours, ghivashel (treasure of all treasures). After tonight, I would be honoured to put a braid in your hair, if you would put one in mine.” Kaia’s heart warms to this, and beams at Kili. The two share a soft kiss.

Fili watches the two, his own smile gracing his lips. Looking at him, Kaia creases her eyebrows.

“You wouldn’t feel weird… or inferior?” She asks Kili, searching his eyes for any sign of discomfort. But, all she finds is love.

“It is an honour to know your lady is desired, to know she is loved by many. I want you to embrace our ways. I want you to never spend a day unsatisfied.” Kili murmurs, reaching his hand up to cup her face.

He shares a meaningful look with Fili. “It would not be odd for us, as we trust each other completely.”

The brothers share a smile, before pressing their foreheads together, before Kili looks at her and winks.

“Plus, we have always shared everything.” He teased, his hand moving to trace along her bare thigh.

“But.” Fili starts, “If you are uncomfortable, or you do not wish to take a lover, or if you do not wish for me to be one of them, that is completely fine.” He brings her hand up to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “I care for you as my brothers One, nothing will change that. Please, do not feel pressured, sweet girl.”

Kaia is moved, tears prickling in her eyes. The love she feels from both of these brothers is something she has never dreamt of experiencing. She loves them both, in equal measure but in different ways. And she desires them both...

“I would be honoured to be yours, Kili.” Kaia says, watching as Kili beams, before turning to Fili, “And I would be honoured to have you as my lover, Fili.”

Said prince smiled brightly at her, a dimple forming underneath his moustache braids. He leans forward and presses his forehead to hers. Kili kisses her hand, and Kaia feels her whole body glowing with happiness at this turn of events.

Pulling back, the older Durin prince looks over Kaia’s body. Kaia feels herself blush, her cunt fluttering at his heated gaze.

“Now that we’ve gotten all of that sappy shit out of the way…” Fill murmurs, looking over at his brother, “Let me show you how to properly pleasure a lass.”

Kaia giggles as Fili leans forward and steals a kiss, trailing his lips over her jaw, down her neck and gently bites her shoulder.

File crawls on top of her, gliding his hands over her shoulders, and across her chest. Kaia moans as his fingers touch her breasts over her corset. Fili chuckles into her shoulder.

“Sensitive, are we?”

“Stop teasing me, you fucker.” Kaia groans. Both brothers chuckle lowly at this, and as Fili moves his head down to her chest, Kaia watches as Kili leans back on his elbows, dragging his hand lazily over his crotch. He winks at her, taking his lower lip between his teeth.

The sight of watching him fondle his growing bulge, and feeling Fili drag his teeth over her clothes nipples make Kaia whimper, clenching her knees together to get some friction to her core.

File grabs at the top of her corset, tearing it open to give him access to her tits. She gasps, arching her back. The prince damn near groaned as he eyed her heaving breasts, taking a nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, making Kaia moan and squirm below him. He flicks the other nipple with his finger, his other hand moving to shuck up her skirt even further up her body.

His skilled finger found her cunt immediately, tracing his fingers across her sensitive slit.

“Fili, fuck!” Kaia groans, bringing her fist up to her mouth to bite down on her knuckles.

“Let me hear you, badgûna (lady of my dreams). Tell me what you need.” File groaned around her breast, moving further down her to press kisses along her stomach.

“File please… I need you… touch me…”

“As you wish, sweet girl.”

Fili plunged two fingers into her, pressing into her until he was knuckle deep. She gasped and moaned low, eyes rolling back at the combined feeling of his fingers on her breast, his lips on her stomach and his digits pumping into her.

File scissored his fingers into her, adding a third as her cunt began to grip him harder. She was a moaning, writhing mess as he dropped his mouth lower. Pushing up her skirt, his golden mane disappeared between her legs.

“FILI!” She screamed, as his lips latched onto her clit and sucked, hard. Stars appeared in front of her, as an earth-shattering orgasm hit her. She went silent, unable to form words as Fili continued to suck, four fingers pumping into her pulsing cunt as she came in waves over his face.

Kaia arched off the ground, hand moving to his hair pulling hard as he overstimulated her poor clit. He sucked and licked at her like she was the elixir of life, tasting her and urging her to give him more, he himself groaning as she tugged on his scalp.

Kaia opened her eyes to look at the stars above, vision blurry as her body built up to another orgasm, painfully on the precipice.

She moved her eyes from the sky, travelling across the landscape until they fell on Kili.

He was on his knees a few feet away, slightly hunched over as he fisted his cock. He was red-faced, mouth open wide as he pumped himself hard, his cock red between his white knuckled grip. He watched her writhing body, before turning his eyes to hers.

Immediately, he let out a loud groan, staring her in the eyes as his body shuddered, his cock releasing ropes of cum onto his hand and stomach.

He slumped over, still fisting his cock as he shook.

The sight alone made her cum again. She bit her lip to stop herself screaming out again, arching her back until she could see the world around her turn upside down. Her body erupted, her muscles spasming as she fell into complete bliss.

File gently played with her whilst she came down from her high. Waves of pleasure cascaded through her body like flashes of starlight.

She loosened her grip on his hair, running her fingers through it to bring her back to reality.

“How do you feel, ghivashel?” Fili asks, resting a hand on her cheek. Kaia lifts her own hand up, resting it atop his own. She is sweating and exhausted, but her heart is filled.

Yet, she still was not completely satisfied.

Looking over Fili’s dishevelled person, she noted his half-lidded eyes and rosy cheeks. His mouth is covered in her release, his moustache braids damp. His clothes are askew, his coat pushed slightly down his arms and his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing thick golden hair across his pecs. Travelling her eyes further, she bit her lip taking in the bulge between his legs.

“You’re so good with your mouth, madtubirzu…(golden heart)” Fili’s eyes and smile widened at the pet name, unaware that she had taken time to learn some Khuzdul during their journey.

Kaia smirked mischieously, reaching down to grab at Fili’s erection. “…but how are you with this?”

Fili grins devilishly, leaning down to press his lips to hers. His kiss was slower than his brothers, expertly dancing his lips over her own. She continued to grope him through his trousers, and he ran his hands through her hair in response, as he growled low in this throat.

He rises up to his elbows, looking over his shoulder at his brother.

“Are you watching, Kee?” He calls.

Kaia looks over towards Kili, who is now sat reclined against the soil, trousers done up again as he watched his brother and his lover.

“I thought you were going to show me how to pleasure her, Fee, not how to tease her and act like an ass…” Kili chuckled, winking at Kaia. She bit her lip at the brotherly teasing, enjoying their dynamic.

“Big words from a dwarrow who came the second he got his end away!” Fili sniggers, throwing Kaia a wink. Kili goes to say something else.

“Too much talking , not enough shagging!” Kaia groans, glaring good-naturedly at her boys.

Fili looks down at her, mouth open in faux-shock. “Wow Kaia, you’ve got quite a mouth on you.”

“And she knows how to use it…” Kili drawls, biting his lip.

“Alright, alright. She’s right, too much talking.” Fili leans down slightly to grab her by the backs of her thighs. She squeals as he lifts her legs, bending them and pressing her knees to his chest.

On impulse, she tries to shut her knees together, but Fili slides himself between them, trapping himself against her. He grinds his hard, clothed length against her, rubbing against her clit. Kaia gasps, staring up at him with blown out pupils.

Fili smirks at her reaction, nuzzling his nose to hers in a nose kiss. They share a smile, before Fili sits back on his knees, undoing the ties of his trousers.

“You might want to hold onto something, lass…” He groans, pulling out his cock and stroking it at the sight of her splayed out for him.

His dick is beautiful. Slightly shorter than Kili’s but thicker and curved slightly. Fili grabs her hips, pulling her up slightly as he looms over her.

“…I’m not going to go easy on you.” With that, he thrusts into her fully.

Kaia screams, throwing her head back as he fills her instantly.

He starts fucking her hard and fast, hooking her knees around his arms to open herself fully up to him. He sets a pace which is harsh, pulling her up and down his length in tandem with his own thrusts.

Above her, Fili groans and pants, staring down at her as sweat beads onto his forehead. Kaia stares up at him, mouth hanging open as she takes everything he gives her.

His hips hit her own at an angle, bumping against her sensitive clit every time he thrusts into her. Kaia can feel her head spinning and the coil inside her tightening with every punishing thrust.

Fili lets go of her knees, in favour of grabbing her ankles, lifting and stretching them up to place them against his shoulders. He leans down, foldering her in half under him, hitting her at a deeper angle.

Kaia’s vision goes blurry, digging her fingers into his tunic and becoming a writhing mess beneath this beautiful dwarf.

The new position has Fili hitting a specific spot inside her over and over again, bringing her closer and closer to yet another earth shattering end. Fili holds his forehead against hers, his hot breath fanning her face and their own sweat mingling.

Movement catches Kaia’s attention to her left, and she turns her face to watch as Kili lies down next to the humping pair. He watches her face, biting his lip as she smiles at him with a blissed expression.

“My beautiful girl…” Kili murmurs.

Fili continues thrusting into Kaia, pressing his sweaty forehead into her shoulder as his thrusts became more erratic.

“Kee, play with her clit.” Fili groans, his own hands too busy with playing with her tits and grabbing her hair in a vice like grip.

Kili doesn’t need to be told twice, he reaches between them and starts rubbing her clit in figures of eight, nuzzling into the other side of her neck. One of Kaia’s hands detangles from Fili’s tunic to grasp onto Kili’s unoccupied hand, and she feels him kiss her neck.

The coil inside her tightens almost painfully, and she can feel herself on the precipice once again

“I’m- I’m going to-”

“Cum, ‘ibin abnâmu. I want to feel you cum on my cock.” Fili moans, fucking her with abandon.

“Cum for us, Amrâlimê!” Kili pants, sucking on her pulse point and rubbing his hand against her clit.

Kaia does just that. Throwing her head back and letting out a silent scream, she loses herself in her third orgasm of this amazing night.

Kili kisses up her neck, kissing her cheek, her temple, her forehead and then her nose. She looks back down at him, and he gives her a dazzling smile.

Fili lets out a groan from on top of her, and she feels how his cock pulses inside of her as he finishes, filling her up.

She drags her hand through his hair, forcing his head back to look into her eyes.

Blue eyes meet her own, equally blissed out, ones. He gives her a smile, kissing her gently before pulling out of her, causing them to both sigh.

Both brothers collapse on either side of her, taking each of her hands in their own.

Kaia feels Fili’s seed slipping out of her, covering the ground beneath her. She lets out a contented sigh, excited to have a wash soon…

We're all whores here :) thanks for reading, chapter three will be up soon!! First four chapters are posted on my AO3, if you can't wait!

Translations ~

Badgûna – dream girl ‘ibin abnâmul – beautiful gem Amrâlimê – love of mine

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mathelaw · 3 months

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Your Bilbo is so feral, it is lovely.

He's just a feral little guy. The Dwarrow had no idea what they were getting into when they got him. They thought Fee and Kee were the most chaotic, wait till Bilbo gets out of his shell!

Also, after seeing your tiny beebo adventures, i have this headcanon that Bilbo would TOTALLY be that one younger cousin that would get his older siblings into trouble, but not himself, by being all cute and innocent with the adults.

He's be a MENACE. And his Took cousins would totally recruit him for that.

Love your art, have a good day <3

First of all, thank you SO much for this lovely message!!

You are absolutely correct about everything you said. I think he would be the favorite relative of his cousins for a good while since he's exceptionally good at getting out of trouble (always has been and always will be). As the years went on and he became more "respectable" as a hobbit, he would gain a bad reputation amongst the Tooks for being "too dull". Bungo's side of the family, however, never forgot how truly feral he was as a kid and tween. So if you asked his family for an opinion on his character, you'd get wildly divergent answers

#bilbo baggins #the hobbit #so #is bilbo boring or deranged #the answer is both

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tiredandcaffeinated · 11 months

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fun fact : the reason mummies are so rare is because ancient Europeans used to eat them!!

contains mentions of : blood, medical cannibalism and highly consequential misunderstandings

tagging: @trashmeowcan @waitingforthesunrise @thebestieyoureinlovewith @malteevars-kee-devi @decaying-vampire @paysomeonetopaysomeone

Europeans used to eat mummies as they believed this to be a cure, a near magical remedy for all diseases ranging from headaches to epilepsy and even the plague. This practice peaked in the 16th and 17th centuries, and was so common that remains were sold in apothecary shops along with other medicines. They believed in this "like cures like" sort of philosophy. So for example, if you had a headache, you would consume ground up skulls. They would rub fat on external wounds, or shove moss growing on skulls, up their nose. King Charles II drank a special mix of powdered skull and alcohol (called the King's Drops) . They would also mix powdered skill with chocolate. Consuming mummies as medicine became so common that the mummy supply started running low.

Sidenote: They also drank blood to cure diseases of the blood. Blood was actually preferred warm and fresh, and a lot of people that could not afford the apothecary blood would pay a smaller fee to collect fresh blood in cups at public executions. None of this was new, as ancient Romans used to drink the blood of gladiators, believing that it would give them strength and also possibly cure epilepsy.

But why did they do this? Why did it even occur to them in the first place?

Well, that's where the misunderstanding part comes in. Bitumen, also known as asphalt, is the black substance that covers our roads. It is a naturally occurring hydrocarbon was commonly used in constructions in Middle East for ages. It is vicious when heated but it hardens very quickly when dried and hence, it was used to stabilize broken bones. People also dissolved it in vinegar to remove clotted blood and consumed it with vine to cure dysentery and coughs.

What does this have to do with mummies?

In the 10th century, Persian physician Rhazes made the first known use of the word mumia for bitumen. It was named after the word mum, meaning wax. By the 11th century, a different physician Avicenna used the word mumia to specifically refer to medicinal Bitumen. When Europeans saw the black stuff that was coating mummies, they assumed that it was the same as this medicinal Bitumen and thats how they started calling them mummies in the first place. So the word mumia started meaning both, bitumen and the black coating on mummies (some of them did contain bitumen, but not all). When availability of bitumen started dropping, they decided to start sourcing it from these mummies. It started with the outward coating, but eventually the misunderstanding grew, and people started believing that it was the mummies themselves that had medicinal properties.

By the 19th Century, this whole craze was gone, however people still held "mummy unwrapping parties". And by people, I specifically mean the rich. Owning entire mummies was obviously expensive and they used this as a way to show off their wealth. They would hold gatherings where they would unwrap mummies for entertainment purposes.

Another thing to consider is that while the Europeans themselves were fine with consuming mummies, Native Americans (and some other races) were looked upon as "savage" for similar behaviours. Negative stereotypes about them were justified by saying that they practiced cannibalism. The hypocrisy and racism cease to surprise but not disappoint.

I don't really know how to end this so pretend I had a proper conclusion. Thanks for reading this I guess and sorry for any possible typos/other errors. Also, I'm planning on doing more infodumpy posts so lmk if you would like to be tagged/have any ideas etc. Have a nice day :)

#tw blood #tw cannibalism #cursedblr #amara rambles

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rynneer · 8 months

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Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction.

Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.

She’s carrying his child.

Alternate Ending: Medicine

If things went differently.

pick it up, pick it all up, and start again.

-Medicine, Daughter

Frosty grass crunches under your feet as you dash out the gates, eyes scanning the battlefield frantically. Piles of bodies are strewn about, some orcs, some goblins, and far more elves and dwarves than you’d like.

There!

Across the way, you just barely spy three small figures making their way to the mountain. Your heart pounds in your chest as you hurry to meet up. Fíli and Dwalin support a limping Kíli between them. His right foot is twisted at an angle that makes your stomach turn, and his sleeve is soaked with blood. Bilbo stumbles not far behind.

“Fíli! Kíli!” You rush forward, wrapping your arms tightly around Fíli’s waist.

Fíli raises his head. His eyes are dull. Tears slice through the blood and grime on his face. “Y/N…” he whispers.

“Are you alright? What happened?” you gasp.

“I couldn’t save him.”

Your heart drops. Over his shoulder, you glimpse little shapes swooping down from the Ravenhill. A large bird carrying a limp body. You let go of Fíli and step back, falling to your knees. “No.”

Footsteps pound behind you. Bofur and Nori grab Kíli. Fíli collapses with you, burying his face in your hair.

“It’s all my fault, Y/N,” Fíli chokes. “It’s all my fault.”

You wake with a jolt, but Fíli’s voice remains in your ears. You turn over in bed. His back is to you, but you can tell by the way his shoulders shake and his whimpers that he’s having similar dreams.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, no…” he mumbles.

Your heart cracks, and you reach out to lay a hand on his clammy arm. “Fíli,” you whisper, gently rolling him onto his back.

His face spasms. “I have to help him! Kee, I have to…to…” He jerks his head to the side, blinking. His eyes are clouded with confusion when he turns to you. “Y/N? Where–”

“You’re home,” you murmur, scooting closer to him. You’ve done this dance before, but it doesn’t get any easier. You tuck his head beneath your chin and rub his bare back gently. It’s coated in a thin layer of cold sweat. “Thorin’s gone, sweetheart.”

Fíli’s breaths are shaky as his mind, still fuzzy with sleep, processes your words. His shoulders slump. “I couldn’t save him, Y/N.”

You swallow. “I know. It’s okay, Fee. Let it out.”

He lets out a soft sob, chest heaving and pressing his face into your neck. His arms grip you tightly, desperately, like a child clinging to his mother. You don’t say anything, just stroking his hair. Outside your bedchambers he keeps up a strong façade, busying himself with his newfound duties. But it’s moments like these, these nighttime rituals, that reveal how fragile that shield is. You’d be honored at how he lets his guard down around you, if it weren’t so heartbreaking.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t be… like this.”

“Don’t say that, Fíli. Don’t you dare say that.” You pull away slightly and fix him with a stern look.

“I’m supposed to be strong,” he protests.

You reach up and stroke his cheek with your thumb, cupping his face in your hands. “What, are your mother and Kíli not strong while they grieve? Or Balin, or Dwalin, or any of the rest? Am I not strong for still grieving Thorin?”

“Of course you are! But—”

“But nothing.” You press your lips to his, swallowing his words. “Show yourself the same kindness that you show others. You deserve that.”

Fíli sighs, rolling onto his back and staring blankly up at the ceiling.

You curl into his side and lay your head on his chest, listening as his heartbeat gradually starts to come back down, and his breathing becomes more even. “You know it wasn’t your fault, right? I need to know that you know that.”

“That blow was meant for me.” His voice is thick as the two of you finally broach the subject you’ve tiptoed around for a year.

“And he chose to take it. He chose to save you, and you avenged him. Azog is dead, Fíli, and you’re alive.”

His beard brushes against your hair when he shakes his head. “It didn’t bring Thorin back. What’s the point of victory then?”

A muffled cry sounds from the next room. “That’s the point of victory right there,” you say as you sit up. You start to get out of bed, but Fíli is closer, making it to the nursery door first.

He vanishes inside, reappearing with Juniper in his arms. “Hush, little sprout, I’m here,” he whispers, sitting back on the bed. “Adad’s got you. Papa’s got you.” Fili leans down and brushes his lips against her forehead with a sniff. “Thorin would have liked her.”

Now that she’s in her father’s embrace, Juniper’s cries quiet, and she snuggles into his warm chest with little cooing noises.

“He would have adored her.” You join them, laying your head on his shoulder. “She’ll be a princess tomorrow.”

“She’s always been a princess.” Despite himself, a weak smile appears on Fíli’s lips. “Are you ready to be queen?” he asks, resting his head against yours.

“Every girl wanted to be a princess when I was a kid—not sure how many wanted to actually be queen,” you reply. “Queens have responsibilities. Princesses get to sing, and run through forests, and talk to animals.”

“What strange princesses your world had.” Fíli lifts his head and looks at you. “But are you ready?”

Queen. You will be queen of the dwarves. There’s a joke about my height in there, somewhere, you think.

Since the battle, you’ve done your best to avoid the subject, busying yourself with preparing for Juniper’s birth, and your wedding after that. But now, on the eve of the coronation, your nerves resurface. “Will they accept me as queen?” you whisper. “I’m not a dwarf—I’m not even from Middle Earth.”

You’ve seen the looks you get wandering the halls or venturing out of the mountain, and you know Fíli has, too.

Fíli doesn’t answer for a long time. Finally, he kisses your cheek. “If they don’t, there will be hell to pay,” he promises. “I’ll send Kíli after them.”

That draws a chuckle from you. Kíli delights in ruffling the feathers of the more judgmental dwarves, loudly referring to you as his sister in their presence, casually draping an arm around your shoulders whenever he sees someone giving you a strange look.

”It’s so weird. In less than two years I’ve gone from working a low-paying job, living in a shi—crappy apartment,” you censor yourself with a nervous glance at Juniper, “to being royalty, living in a palace, with a baby.”

“And married to the most handsome dwarf in all of Middle Earth,” Fíli adds teasingly.

“And married to the most handsome dwarf in Middle Earth.”

A thin line of drool seeps from Juniper’s mouth. Her eyes are closed once more, lips puckered around her thumb. Fíli stands slowly, careful not to jostle her too much as he takes her back to the nursery. He returns and closes the door softly.

You tuck yourselves back in and pull the covers up around the pair of you, hugging Fíli close. “I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you too, ghivashel.”

You make your way through the lower halls of Erebor, going deeper and deeper below the earth. The air is cool and moist, patches of moss growing on the stones that sat unmaintained for so long. At the end of a long hallway, you reach your destination: Two large, wooden doors in the stone, with gold insets. They’re already ajar, and you poke your head inside.

Kíli sits cross-legged on the floor in front of a stone casket, head down. The hinges groan in protest as you ease the doors shut behind you. But Kíli does not acknowledge your presence.

“I thought I might find you here,” you say, approaching him cautiously. “Fíli sent me to see where you were.”

Still, he doesn’t react. You sit next to him, ducking your head to get in his line of sight. “Kee?”

“It should be Thorin,” he mutters. His eyes are dark, glaring at nothing. “And it’s my fault.”

You suppress a sigh and put an arm around his shoulder. “It’s not your fault.”

Kíli’s lip curls. His right sleeve is pulled back, exposing a long scar running down his forearm. “If Fíli didn’t need to help me, then he wouldn’t have been open for that filth to swing at him,” he spits. “If he hadn’t been vulnerable, Thorin wouldn’t have jumped in.”

“And you’d be dead instead. Is that what Thorin would have wanted?”

He finally lifts his head, staring at the casket dully. “I don’t think he’d want to be lying in a stone box while his nephew takes the throne at only eighty-three”

“He loved you, Kíli. Your death would’ve broken him. Yours or Fíli’s.”

Kíli presses the base of his palm to his forehead. “I don’t understand,” he says. “I thought I was well. I thought I had… recovered. But now it feels like it just happened yesterday.”

The shadow of the casket looms over the dwarf. The torches are halfway spent already. Kíli makes it a ritual to come down to the tomb and light them each morning.

Gently, you pull Kíli’s sleeve down to cover his scar. “It’s because of the coronation. Fíli’s been the same way.”

Kíli scoffs. “I doubt it.”

You hesitate, debating if you want to comfort Kíli, or spare Fíli’s dignity. Fíli’s dignity can take the blow, you decide. “Kee, Fíli woke up crying in the middle of the night. Like he’s done many times since the battle.” You squeeze Kíli’s arm. “You’re not alone.”

He turns his head and looks at you for the first time. “Thank you,” he whispers.

You smile, patting him on the shoulder and standing. “Ceremony’s in a few hours. Go get ready. I’ll see you then.”

You stand on the steps before the throne, looking out over the gathered kingdom. Your kingdom. Juniper clings to your arm with her thumb shoved in her mouth. You’re just glad she’s relatively quiet for the most important moment in Fíli’s life. The Company line the first row, along with Dís. Two chairs sit empty next to Gandalf, for the two missing party members. Your heart wrenches in your chest as your gaze lands on them. He’d be so proud.

Ever perceptive, Gandalf gives you a small nod and a sympathetic smile. You do your best to return it.

Fíli stands beside you, eyes closed and muttering in Khuzdûl under his breath. You reach over to squeeze his hand tightly, and they flutter open. He squeezes back.

Dáin approaches Kíli first with his crown. “Kíli, son of the Lady Dís, the Crown Prince Under the Mountain. Heir to the throne of Erebor.”

Kíli blinks rapidly. He holds his head high at the crowd’s applause, lip trembling slightly. You wish you were next to him—instead, you catch his eye and nod encouragingly. He finally smiles.

Dáin stops before you now. He lifts up a delicate, golden crown and clears his throat. “It has been centuries since this crown has been worn,” he says. “But today, we crown the Lady Y/N, a daughter of Man, wed to Fíli, Queen Under the Mountain. And we welcome their daughter, the Princess Juniper, second in line to the throne.”

Juniper reaches for the crown as you duck your head. Dáin evades her grasping hands with a smile, settling the crown on your brow. Of all the cheers, you hear the Company’s the clearest—Bofur is on his feet, hands cupped around his mouth and hollering. You beam at them.

“And it is my greatest honor to present to you Fíli, son of the Lady Dís. The King Under the Mountain!”

Fíli takes in a deep breath as Dáin places the Raven Crown on his head. He’s flat-out refused to wear it so far, insisting that it belongs to Thorin until he formally receives the mantle of kingship. Now that it rests on his head, he looks so much like Thorin. Perhaps not in his face, but in his bearing, standing tall with shoulders back and chin raised.

“Long live the king and queen!”

The room bursts with cheering. Your ascent to the thrones seems to happen in slow-motion, the noise of the audience dulled by the sound of your racing pulse. Fíli grips your hand so tightly you fear it will leave a bruise.

Before he can sit, you lean in close. “They’ll want a speech,” you whisper.

He clears his throat and lifts a hand for quiet. “Thank you all,” Fíli says. “It is a privilege to stand before you today and receive your acceptance. I know that I am young to be taking the throne. By all rights, it should be Thorin Oakenshield. He fell during the Battle of the Five Armies on this day, a year ago, sacrificing his life for his kin.” Fíli pauses as a somber murmur ripples through the room. “It was his dream to see his people return to their rightful home in Erebor. I will do my best to rule as he would have, with dignity and wisdom—and with my brother and my queen at my side.”

With a smile, he steps back and lifts Juniper from your arms, resting her on his knee as he sits on his throne. She grasps at his tunic and babbles happily.

As the room fills once again with roars from the gathered dwarves, you lean as close to the throne as you can from your seat. “Long live the king.”

“Long live the queen,” Fíli whispers back. “Long may she reign.”

#fanfiction #fili x reader #fili x you #fíli #kíli #reader insert #the hobbit #alternate ending #blood of durin #ao3fic

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xanthusasaka · 1 year

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My version of thilbo arclight

Thorin:

People are naturally jealous/want to have what they can't get, and Thorin also almost naturally, without realizing it, longs for things that Bilbo has - a warm home, a peaceful town, enough to make him proudly say that "I miss my home." Maybe it was envy? Maybe it was jealousy, which made him remember the warmth and all kinds of comfortable facilities in Bag-end a few months after he visited it, so he firmly believed that Bilbo - a flower in this kind of greenhouse, could not be like himself, a wandering warrior without a home.

In fact, Thorin's "self" has no home, the lonely mountain is a responsibility, it is destroyed, he has no right to call it home, he feels that he has no choice but to reclaim Erebor, and because of this heavy responsibility, he can't proudly cal the Blue Mountains home.

When Bilbo finally sympathized with the dwarves and confessed that you don’t have a home and I will help you get one, that kind of envy and jealousy and suspicion all turned into an extreme form of longing. Not only does Thorin longing to have a home but he also longing to become like Bilbo, who can say out loud that home is comfortable and I miss home, and even (in a queer lens) longing to find nostalgia in Bilbo’s body. It was a dangerous yet soul-touching transference. What he lost in childhood, he found them in the hobbit. If his homeland had not been destroyed, he would have lived a life like Bilbo, so he also realized that courage lies in In everyone's heart, Bilbo could also empathize with his experience and Bilbo is also brave and strong.

Bilbo

When Bilbo faced Gollum, he didn't realize that he was a Hobbit, but this didn't affect Bilbo thinking of Gandalf's teachings and not killing him. Yet, when Bilbo was protecting Thorin, he made the determination to kill. ↘️(he is literally aiming for heart

(Bilbo in Thorin’s eyes are probably like:↙️

In fact, Bilbo also has a dark and greedy side in his heart. He wanted to kill Gollum. Before Thorin told Gandalf that he must have run away, he did hesitate and wanted to leave secretly. He concealed the ring from Gandalf, and then wanted to kill the orcs again. He's been in an inner struggle, and knows quite well what the bright side looks like in opposition to those dark sides—he wants to be an adventurer, to see the world, and he is moved by Thorin’s heroic past.

Unlike Thorin, who may not even know about Bilbo’s upbringing when he dies, Beebo knows very well that he also has noble blood; he just doesn’t have the sense of aristocratic hierarchy like dwarves and humans, but he is actually a person who value’s his upbringing: he often attributed his boldness to Took's blood, and in the end of BOTFA he told Thorin that as a Baggins (perhaps representing his cautious side), he did not deserve to be with Thorin. Maybe after he set off on the journey, he also secretly thought about whether he could do what Thorin did if he were a dwarf, whether he could be a hero and do the right thing.

Unlike Kee and Fee, who proactively wants to be Thorin, and wants to be recognized by their uncle; Bilbo only subconsciously wants to be Thorin, wants to be recognized by him. Bilbo cannot bear to see a heroic story with a sad end, so he jumped out to save Thorin from Borg. This complex desire and motivation has shaped his growth, from hating Thorin, wanting to leave; to actively protecting a person who had doubted Bilbo ten minutes ago, to taking the initiative to climb up trees and find direction, to rescuing the whole squad several times. Interpretation of movie Bilbo without a queer lens always believes that spare Gollum from death and not attracted by the Arkenstone shaped Bilbo growth. While in fact, Bilbo has a lot of desires. In addition to the Ring, he also wants Thorin’s affirmation. (And maybe love😂)

#bagginshield

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demonic-kotlc · 9 days

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I forgot kotlc existed for a solid few months (Still haven't read stellarlune)

alll I remember is that Keefe is not pronounced kee-fee

#keefe sencen #kotlc #stellarlune

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xaliaver-x · 2 months

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one thing that interests me is that, as a Dutch person, every single name I read immediately registers in my brain as phonetic Dutch.

for example:

Linebeck from TLoZ:PH. my brain, even though I’m reading and halfway thinking in English, reads this as

lee-nuh-beck

Fi becomes Fee

Ghirahim becomes Kee-Rah-Hymn

Magda (flowerblight from BotW) becomes Machh-Daa (with the soft g that English just doesn’t have)

and then it comes to me as a shock when I hear it in English like, the first time I heard someone say Fi as what in Dutch phonetic is ‘Fai’ I didn’t know who they were talking about

Do other people who don’t have English as their first language also have this?

and if so, how do you pronounce it?

#legend of zelda #skyward sword #breath of the wild #phantom hourglass #dutch #and I don’t know what to tag anymore #phonetics

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gatheringfiki · 1 year

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The following ficlet was written by @blairsanne based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Teen, AU

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Across Time

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“Fee!”

Fili tensed up where he was standing between the stalls at an outdoor market. Snow was falling softly from overhead, but he was warm in his thick scarf and wool jacket. He’d been admiring the decorations and the repairs the city had made after the fire the year prior.

He looked around in confusion as a taller man approached him with a wide grin.

“That haircut really makes you look younger.” He realized after a beat that his comment may have come off the wrong way. “I mean, you look great!”

He blinked up at the stranger with big brown eyes, noting the way the snow caught slightly in his long brown hair. He was handsome, and his congenial air was charming, but Fili had no idea who he was. Moreover, while his hair was a bit short, it had actually been some time since he’d cut it. He was intending to grow it out.

“I- beg your pardon? Do I know you?”

The stranger’s smile faded from his eyes first, and then the rest of his face, and Fili thought he might die as the puppy-dog eyes stared down at him with heartbreak.

“Felix, it’s me. Kee.” “You have the wrong person. My name isn’t Felix.”

Kili’s brow furrowed as he looked over the blond in front of him. He was the spitting image of Felix, from his startlingly blue eyes to the birthmark on his cheek.

But the confusion in his expression that had morphed into relief seemed completely genuine.

“Are you sure?”

Fili laughed in surprise, bringing out his dimples, and making Kili’s chest ache at the familiar sound. Even their voices were the same.

“I’m quite sure I know my own name, yes.”

“Right.” Kili looked down briefly, feeling foolish. “It’s just- you look so much like him.” He raised his eyes once more, looking him over for any proof of difference.

Fili swallowed at the scrutiny. The grief this stranger seemed to feel over him not being this ‘Felix’ person made him feel guilty somehow.

Kili reached out and fingered his jacket lapel, noting the golden brooch affixed to it. “You even wear the same crest.”

Fili stepped back, covering the brooch with his hand defensively. There was no way someone else wore the same crest. It was a symbol of his family, worn only by those in line to the throne; a small group of people who he knew quite well, none of which were named Felix nor could be easily mistaken for him.

Kili frowned. Do you think I intended to steal it from you? “Sorry to have bothered you.”

Fili shook his head, letting his concern be overruled by his innate civility. His voice was soft with apology. “No. No bother. I hope you find him.”

Kili let out a sad huff and turned away. “Is this what he meant?” he murmured.

Fili watched as he walked into the crowd, until he could no longer see him. Somehow the festive snow falling over the square seemed more to him like tears now, an empty feeling gnawing at his heart.

What was that?

Two Years Earlier

Fili ran his hands roughly through his curls, trying to steady his breath as he leaned against the alleyway wall. He glanced down at his pocket watch, not quite used to the time travel ability that had been bestowed upon him on his last birthday.

According to his father, this was the secret behind his family’s long and peaceful reign over their kingdom, and now he was being entrusted to use it to serve the throne. He’d only time-jumped a few times before now, and this was his first solo trip.

He took a few more deep breaths to psych himself up, adjusting his scarf. It was cold in this time frame, and it shocked his body that was coming from the warmest month of the year.

He consulted his notes. Good On Paper, owner Kili, Carc’s History of Ravenhill

He stepped out into the street, noting the cheery holiday banners that hung from the lampposts and the evergreen branches decorating doorways and windows. Dale had always been a lovely place to visit around their winter festival time.

He found the shop easily enough. Near to the town square, its large painted sign shaped like an open book had the words ‘Good On Paper’ scrawled masterfully in golden paint. He wondered that he’d never noticed this place, before remembering that the whole reason he’d been sent there was because the shop no longer operated in his time. Not enough business? Well, hopefully they have the tome father wanted…

He pushed through the front door, distracted momentarily by the clanging of a bell as he did so.

Kili looked up from the book he was reading behind the counter to see a man about his age - maybe slightly older? - staring back at him with blue eyes and flaxen hair. The man blinked rapidly, stopped just inside the doorway as if in shock.

Fili couldn’t believe his eyes. There was the man from the market who’d recognized his brooch.

That would have been… six months ago my time, and… two years from now for him.

It was incredible, he thought. Since the moment he’d been called ‘Fee’ in the marketplace, Fili hadn’t been able to clear the stranger’s expressive face from his mind, wishing in vain that he’d been the one that he’d been looking for. He’d even dreamt of the strange man from time to time, his mind never forgetting his warm smile or his crestfallen, wide-eyed lament.

This was Kili’s turn to look at him blankly and without recognition. After a beat, however, Kili’s face broke into a friendly grin. “Is there something I can help you find?” he offered from his perch behind the counter.

Fili shook his head slightly to bring himself back to reality and then strode closer, confidence washing over him. “I’m looking for someone named Kili?”

“Then you’ve come to the right shop.” He held his hand out. “Kili. At your service.”

Fili took his warm hand, meeting his smile in kind. “Felix. Pleasure to meet you.”

Fili spent the next several months visiting Kili as ‘Felix’, sneaking away to time-jump without telling his father. Every time he was careful not to go over his 24-hour limit, and every time he brought back a new book with him.

They would chat between Kili’s other customers, their visits getting longer and more regular until one fateful night when Kili had invited Fili upstairs to his living quarters. Drunk on wine and the freedom he felt from being untethered to his life at the castle, Fili had spent the night in the other man’s bed. From then on, he had no doubts regarding his feelings for Kili; he loved him.

One night, nearly a year from when they’d met properly, Fili stood on Kili’s back patio, looking up the mountain to the white castle of Erebor.

Kili passed him a goblet of wine and followed the blond’s line of sight. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I love this view.”

“Of Erebor?” Fili raised his brows in surprise.

“Wouldn’t it be great to see it? I hear it’s grand and well-appointed.” “Well- of course; it’s a castle.” “Course I’ve no business there, they’d laugh me off at the gate.”

Kili’s laugh only made Fili look down with guilt.

“But I’m told the king and prince are kind, and the staff live well.” Fili grunted. “One would hope.” Kili let out a wistful sigh and leaned against the railing. “I bet it’s a dream.”

“It’s like any place,” Fili muttered. Kili frowned, looking over to his lover with confusion. “Have you been?” “Well- I-” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes. I have.” “Truly? Why?”

Fili toyed with the broach on his lapel. “I’ve done work for the king. But it’s nothing.”

Kili nodded slowly. He’d asked about the brooch heaps of times, always being deflected, but now he had a suspicion that it held some secret meaning related to this secret work for the king. He’d never gotten a straight answer from him about his work or where he lived - only that it was outside of Dale. ‘Nothing’ in Felix-talk was a request to drop the subject, and so he did.

“Still I’d like to see it one day.”

Fili woke slowly, rubbing his face as he sat up. The morning sun was filtering through the colored glass window in Kili’s bedroom, casting luscious kaleidoscopes over the white sheets. He smiled softly to himself as he reflected on their night, but frowned to see that he was alone in the bed.

It must be time for the shop to open already, he thought idly. Then a panic coursed through him.

He scrambled from the bed, collecting his discarded clothing that was scattered around the room, until he pulled his pocket watch from his pants.

One hour left. He let out a great sigh of relief. He could only stay for less than a day, or he wouldn’t be able to return to his time.

He pulled his shirt on and set to work making himself presentable.

I won’t be able to make it back to Erebor by then, but at least I can do so after I jump back to my time.

He collected his bag and slipped out the back door and down the steps to the alley, then circled the block to walk in the front door of the shop.

Kili grinned at the sight of him. “Good morning. Barely.”

Fili let out a quiet chuckle. “You should have woken me.”

“Oh, I tried! You got a bit testy with me, so I thought it best to let you keep sleeping.”

“Testy?”

Kili smirked, nodding with amusement. “Mm, ‘ordered’ me to leave you be. So sorry to have disturbed you, Your Highness.”

Fili ran a hand over his face. “I am deeply sorry-” Kili laughed. “No, it was hilarious!”

Fili checked his watch and frowned. He was cutting it much closer than ever before. “I have to get going.”

“Are you sure you can’t stay? The winter festival’s tomorrow and I’d love to see it with you.” “Would that I could.”

Kili’s shoulders slumped. “Mm. Can’t be helped I suppose.”

Fili felt guilty, but he was already playing a dangerous game with how often he popped into this time frame. He risked running into himself or worse - like today - not getting back in time. “Next one, perhaps.”

“Next winter festival?” Kili laughed again, his disappointment fading. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Two Years Later

Fili held his stomach after jumping back to his normal time. Staying for so long made the journey back even harder on him, but he managed to regain his composure after a moment. He decided to chance walking past Good On Paper, just to catch a glimpse of Kili if he could, though it was a risk his father would have admonished him for.

He rounded the corner and peered up toward the store’s sign, frowning as he realized it wasn’t there. The building was dark and had clearly been heavily damaged in a fire.

His confusion gave way all at once to understanding. The reason his father had sent him back several years in the first place was because the bookstore had gone out of business in that time. Which meant Kili was no longer there.

Moreover, given the damage to the shop, Fili could infer that this was due to the terrible accident that had happened during the winter festival celebrations nearly two years earlier. The bonfire that usually lit the town square had somehow exploded. The popular theory was that someone had hidden a barrel of gunpowder inside the wooden structure that had been lit, though to this day no motive or instigator had been proven.

Fili thought back to the long, sorrowful meetings about the damage done to Dale that day. How many lives lost?

He looked up at the broken colored glass of the second story, boarded up with wood planks.

Did Kili survive?

He felt ill again. He had to go back, to see to Kili’s safety himself. But with the cooldown period on his powers, he wouldn’t be able to go back there for nearly a day. He’d be cutting it extremely close to the time of accident; the midday lighting of the fire.

He knew what his father would say; not to tempt fate, not to change known events. But surely if he only saved Kili, then…? That’s awful, he admonished himself. What of all the others?

Not to mention, it was possible he wouldn’t make it out of Dale in time, and be consumed himself. Still, he’d rather share in the fatal accident than leave Kili alone to it.

He looked north to Erebor, the white walls gleaming in the sunlight. He wouldn’t be going back today. His father would worry. The nobles would wonder where he’d gone off to. If he was lucky, he’d be able to make up some excuse. If he was unlucky… well, then he wouldn’t need to worry about it. He’d simply be the prince that disappeared without a trace.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, then turned to find himself an inn for the night. The moment he could jump back, he’d do so, and meet whatever fate was in store for him.

Two Years Earlier

Fili felt he might cry in relief at the sight of the bookstore sign, on what he knew to be its last day looking as it did.

He burst through the door, startling Kili, who was grabbing his bag. “I’m sorry, we’re closing for the- Felix?”

“Kili, we have to go, now.” “Relax, we have some time before they start the festival. But I thought you weren’t able to come this year?”

Kili ushered Fili out the front door and locked up the store.

“Plans changed,” Fili said dismissively. “But we have to go.” He followed Kili up the steps to his apartment door, and inside.

“Alright, calm down. We won’t miss anything, I promise.” Kili laughed as he put on his wool coat in preparation for being outside in the market.

Fili grabbed Kili by the coat lapel. “Kili, listen to me. We have to get out of town. Right now.”

“What?” Kili laughed in surprise, shrugging him off. “They’re going to light the bonfire in the middle of the town square shortly.” “Exactly.”

Kili shook his head in amused confusion, but Fili’s expression was pleading. “Please, Kili. Come with me. Don’t ask questions.”

Kili let out an uneasy breath, tense at the urgent tone. “Why?”

“I haven’t time to explain, and you likely wouldn’t believe me. Please, just - if there’s anything you can’t bare to lose, take only a moment to grab it and come away with me.”

Kilie read the earnest desperation in his tone, but stared back in confusion.

“Please trust me.”

Despite the chaos of the moment, Fili’s request to trust him struck something deep inside of Kili, and he swallowed, nodding. “Okay. But I’ll expect answers later.”

“Later,” Fili agreed, sighing in relief when Kili grabbed a sack and threw a handful of things into it.

Fili held Kili’s hand as he led him down back streets at the fastest walking speed he’d ever managed. He felt running might rouse too much suspicion, or even panic. Kili protested once, but fell silent at the fearful glance Fili had shot him. He’d never seen ‘Felix’ in such a state, even after nearly a year together.

They made it out of the city gates, but Fili’s frantic pace did not relent. He had no idea how long they had, but he felt it would be best to get as far away from the square as possible. They were just at the top of the hill where the road met the forest’s edge when a large explosion sounded out behind them.

Kili let go of Fili’s hand turned to see a mass of flames and smoke engulfing the city square and several blocks in all directions.

He whispered a curse and stared with wet eyes, the shock of witnessing such destruction and of having nearly been in it washing away the color in his face. Screams and other sounds of panic could be heard faintly in the distance, and Kili felt untethered until Fili’s hand met his shoulder.

“Kili.”

Kili turned to him with wide eyes. “What do you reckon happened?”

Fili met his gaze seriously. “An accident.”

“We could have been in there! We could have-” He ran his hands over his head. “I- People I know might be-”

Fili squeezed his shoulder. “Kili…” “We have to go back, to help! We-” Kili started toward the town, but stopped after a few steps when Fili did not follow.

Fili had realized overnight the dangerous game he was playing, living between two times. He couldn’t keep doing this. Something would surely happen, and his double life would fall apart, probably to Kili’s detriment. “I can’t.”

Kili realized only then that Fili’s eyes were welled up with tears, his voice wet and strangled.

“Fee?”

Fili looked up as he felt the tears fall over his cheeks. Must he call me that so affectionately?

“Did you know-”

“I can’t go back there, and I- I can’t come see you again,” Fili managed to finally say, not looking at him.

“What are you talking about, Fee? Did you have something to do with-” “No. No, of course not.” “But you knew it would happen?”

Fili took a breath and steadied himself, nodding.

“How?”

Fili flinched, unsure how to explain or if he could share such a vital secret. He had a loyalty to his family to uphold; a line to protect.

“Why did you only save me? Why did you not warn-” “If I could have, I would have. I would have warned them. I would have saved every-” He held his hand to his mouth, feeling ill. “But I couldn’t.” It would have changed too much.

“You saved me.” “Yes.” He stepped forward and reached up to cup his cheek. “I had to.” “Why?”

Fili’s frow furrowed slightly. Don’t you know? “Because I love you.”

Kili kissed him then, and Fili could not contain his relief as he kissed back ardently. Eventually they pulled apart and Kili smoothed out Fili’s long locks. “I love you too, Fee.”

Fili smiled, dimples appearing despite the beard starting to cover his face. “I would spend all my days with you if I could.”

Kili’s face slowly fell. “Then what do you mean that you cannot come to see me?”

Fili looked down, thinking. Of course he could not keep doing this, moving from one time to another. But he wanted to build a life with Kili…

He took Kili’s hand in his and looked up at him through blond lashes. “Would you wait for me?” “For all of time if needed.”

“Then meet me in the square one year from today. Keep looking until you’ve found me, and when you do, I will take you home with me.” He didn’t know yet how he’d sort all the details of that, but he was buying himself time - and giving Kili a chance to reconsider.

“A year from today?” Kili repeated. “On the day of the festival. I will be there. Don’t lose hope.”

“And I won’t see you til then?” Though his big brown eyes were pleading, there was a resolve behind them as well; he would do as asked, in faith.

Fili shook his head.

“Will you explain everything then?”

Fili pursed his lips, then nodded. “Everything. Until then, you should return to Dale.” He looked past Kili to the smoke in the city square. “They must need help.”

“I will wait for you,” Kili vowed, then pressed another kiss to Fili’s lips.

One Year Later

Kili stopped in front of his old bookstore.

What a strange day, he thought, sighing to himself. He’d encountered someone who looked just like Felix, and yet somehow wasn’t.

He told me to meet him here today.

It had been a long year apart, first helping friends to relocate after the accident, and then taking on various odd jobs after selling his damaged building off to a rich noble who had offered to buy (and slowly repair to resell) the ones damaged in the explosion.

He’d had every faith in Felix until that younger blond had popped up. Who was he? There was so much Kili didn’t know about the man who held his heart. Did he have a brother? A cousin? There was no way he was old enough to have a son that age.

“Kili!”

Kili felt his heart leap at the sound of a familiar voice calling to him. He turned to see Felix jogging over with a look of intense relief.

“Felix? Is it really you?”

Fili couldn’t contain himself and pulled Kili into a relieved kiss the moment they were together.

“Mmf-” Kili blinked in surprise before kissing back, out of practice from a year apart.

Fili laughed at himself as he pulled away. “I’m sorry, I was just so relieved. I worried you might not come.”

“Felix…” Kili reached out and traced his fingers over Fili’s cheek and then through his long curls. He looked just as he had a year prior; older than the stranger he’d just encountered, surely.

“No, I- Kili, I must confess something.” He reached up to take Kili’s hand in his. “My name is not Felix.”

Kili’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Are you sure?”

Fili nodded, smiling as he fought the desire to assure him he knew his own name. “I’m sorry to have caused you so much confusion today. I promise I’ll explain it all if you come with me.”

“Come with you where? Are you going to run me out of town again to avoid some calamity?”

Fili shook his head. “No, any private place will do for now.”

“And after that?” “I’d like to take you home with me.”

To Erebor, a year from now. He’d learned how to bring another along, as his father had brought him along the first few times he’d time-jumped. And he’d told his father of his intent to marry a man from Dale, if he could convince Kili to wed him. Everything was coming together according to plan.

“I have one question, first.”

Fili nodded. He was ready to tell Kili everything.

“What is your name?”

Fili smiled. “Fili.”

Kili nodded slowly. He supposed that was similar to Felix. He could get used to it. Fili…

“Like the prince?”

“Exactly.”

The gravity in Fili’s tone gave Kili pause. He couldn’t be saying that he was… “Then when you say you’d like to take me home…”

Fili winced and shrugged. “You said you always wanted to see it.”

“Oh, I have many more questions, now.”

Fili laughed. “Let’s get going, then. And I’ll answer every question you have.” “Be careful what you promise. It may be a long night.”

“I have all the time in the world for you.”

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