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LOTR OC: MARIN

FRANCHISE/UNIVERSE: THE LORD OF THE RINGS PLACE OF ORIGIN: EREBOR SPECIES: DWARVE FACE CANON: ANNETTE BADLAND From the first generation of Dwarves born in Erebor after decades of nomadic life, Marin is the daughter of Dwalin with the dwarve Mana, and Balin’s niece.

Due to his long friendship with Dwalin, Glóin offered himself to be Marin’s godfather.

When Dwalin dissaperead, going to investigate the mistery of Moria with Balin and Nori, his wife Mana falled ill and died, so little Marin got raised by Glóin’s family, and she grows calling Glóin ‘uncle’ and Gimli ‘cousin’.

Marin was educated to be a modest and well behaved noble lady of Érebor. And while she is a sensitive romantic, who enjoys acts considered traditionally feminine, like dancing, music, cooking, gardening, sewing and jewelry making, she also has an adventurous curiosity and playfull personality.

One day, her uncle Glóin and Gimli travel for Rivendel to meet at the Councel of Elrond, and he decides to take Marin along because she always wanted to see the beauties of Rivendel and because he hopes that Marin and Gimli fall in love there to get married someday.

While Glóin is right about Marin getting overjoyed about the vision of Rivendel, she and Gimli don’t see each other as nothing but best friends/cousins, almost brothers. Wich gets Glóin a bit frustrated, but he soon conformes.

Marin’s attention is actually turned to the shy and wounded hobbit Frodo Baggins, the nephew of his uncle’s old friend and companion of adventures, Bilbo.

She starts teasing Frodo, blindfolding his eyes and calling him to play hide and seek games.

After sometime, Gimli and Sam Gamgee notice that Marin is flirting with Frodo, and they explain this to him, who while finded Marin atractive, was oblivious about her also feeling the same for him.

So, to start a conversation, Frodo takes a pomegranate to share with Marin, and while eating the fruit, Marin kisses Frodo’s cheeks. Frodo blushes, but them he gains courage to kiss Marin in the lips.

Glóin didn’t expect this romance between a dwarve and a hobbit, but since he likes Frodo and his uncle Bilbo, he gets happy for his niece.

When the counsel decides that Frodo will be the Ring Bearer and the Fellowship of the Ring will be formed, Marin volunteers to go along, taking her shield made of bronze and turtle’s shell. Her uncle Glóin is against it, wanting to take her to safety in Érebor. But, when Marin insists that she is determined to acompany her beloved Frodo, and the Fellowship (specially Gimli, Frodo and the other three hobbits) swear to protect her from harm, Glóin accepts her choice.

In the Mines of Moria, the Fellowship suffers the tragic loss of Gandalf at the hands of the Balrog.

Later, when they all arrival at Lothlórien, Marin searches for Frodo, and talks to him about her fear of anyone on the Fellowship dying at any moment since what happened at Moria, so she takes some line threads of her clothes and proposes that they exchange wedding vows at Lothlórien, making wedding rings of the threads.

They exchange this vows:

“With this ring, i thee wed: Marin.

With this ring, i thee wed: Frodo.

Now we are one.

Forever”.

And at night consumate them.

The time to live Lothlórien and sail the Anduin river to Minas Tirith arrives.

At the Anduim marges, when Frodo runs away from Boromir and the orcs attack, Marin is kidnapped by the orcs alongside Merry and Pippin.

Later, the trio is rescued by Threebeard and join the remaining Fellowship friends (with Marin reacting with surprise at seeing Gandalf reborn as the White Wizard) in their fight against Saruman and the Witch King’s armys.

During this time, Marin acts as a nurse for the troops, and prays for the safe return of Frodo and Samwise.

After the destruction of the ring, she is finally reunited with her beloved Frodo Baggins, and becomes the only person besides Samwise to learn about his failling in the destruction of the One Ring.

During the cellebration’s of Aragorn’s coronation and marriage to Arwen in Gondor, Marin and Frodo ask Gandalf to act as a priest and oficially bless their marriage, and them Gandalf makes an enchantment so that their rings, made of simple line threads, never be destroyed, because they are a simbol of love more precious than the Golden One Ring of Power.

During the Scouring and Reconstruction of the Shire, Marin uses the nursery abilities that she learned in the War of the Ring to help treat the wounded hobbits.

Some hobbit families are judgmental aggainst the marriage between Frodo and Marin, due to her being a dwarve, but neither of them care about the gossips.

ENDING I

One day, Gandalf comes to visit, and Marin faints during the dinner. Frodo fears that she is sick, but Gandalf thels them that actually Marin is not sick, but pregnant. Months later, she gives birth to a daughter, who is called Mithril Baggins, as an homage to the armour that kept Frodo alive.

Three years later, suffering from the phisical wounds and trauma he got during the war, Frodo takes the decision to sail into the Western Undying Lands in search of healing.

He gives goodbye to Marin and put on her hands a letter, that she must give to Mithril when she is 33 years old (the hobbit age of adulthood).

Marin decides to leave the Shire and raise Mithril in Crickhollow, where the neighbors are less gossipy and judgemental. When Mithril finally turns 33, Marin gives her Frodo’s letter, allong with his mithril armour, his sword Sting and her shield, and them leaves Crickhollow to the Gray Haven’s, where a boat to the Undying Lands awaits.

She sails to the West, and reunites with her beloved Frodo once and for all.

ENDING II

Frodo’s nightmares start around the time that Marin gets pregnant. To help her husband, Marin takes the risk of travelling on her own to the woods that take to Buckland, and in the woods she sings a song her husband told her:

“Ho! Tom Bombadil! Tom Bombadillo!

By water, wood and hill, by reed and willow.

By fire, sun and moon, hearken now and hear us!

Come, Tom Bombadil, For our need is near us”!

Tom Bombadil apears to her, and she asks if there is a way to heal Frodo’s pain and nightmares. Tom gives to Marin a bottle with the tears of his wife, Goldberry. Marin must mix three drops of her blood with those tears in a cup, and give to Frodo drink.

What she does, and it works.

Later, a few months after Rosie Cotton gaved birth to Elanor Gamgee, Marin gives birth to a daughter, called Mithril Baggins. Mithril is the oldest of her eight children with Frodo. The others are: Gimli Baggins, the twins Dwalin and Balin Baggins, Mana Baggins, Thorin Gandalf Baggins, Nori Durin Baggins and Priscilla Dandelion Baggins. *The Lord of the Rings belongs to the Tolkien State. *Marin belongs to me. *Annette Badland belongs to herself.

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stories-by-shanna-p · 5 years

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Plot Bunny Adoption Challenge 2019

Fandoms Involved In This Challenge: Supernatural, Hobbit, Harry Potter, Star Wars (A total of 62 Plot Bunnies!!!)

Hey there everyone! As promised, I am hosting a new challenge in 2019 for plot bunny adoptions! I know a lot of people make new years resolutions to ‘write more’, I know I did, so I thought I would contribute!!! :D :D :D

So, if you are interested and want a challenge, read the rules and plot bunnies below! Maybe one of them will be going home with you! Just like previous adoptions, only one person gets a plot bunny so it will be completely unique to you, no one else gets it, so enjoy!

Also, to note, some of the ideas are multi-chapter ideas, as I saw some people saying they wanted some new multi-chap ideas...so have fun. Feel free to make them one-shots or multi-chapter! ^^ There are one shot ideas too, I tried to make a variety for different tastes! Also, if one of the plot bunnies says ‘reader’ or ‘OC’, feel free to change it or make them any gender! It is your plot bunny! XD

Rules of the Challenge:

If you would like to enter the challenge, you need to send me an ASK with the plot bunny you would like to adopt!

Only one person per plot bunny! If it has been adopted before you ask for it, you will have to choose a new one. It will be first come first served!

The story, or first chapter of the story, will be due by February 28th so the Master Post for the Challenge can be posted March 1st!

When posting you need to tag me (so I can add it to the Master Post) and also include the tag #Tale Teller’s Plot Bunny Challenge 2019

Plot bunnies available for adoption are below the keep reading line!

If you finish early, you are welcome to request a new plot bunny but only after the first one has been posted!

Let me know via ASK if you want added to the tag list for this challenge! OR!!! Reach out to the writer, I will list who is doing what below, and let them know how excited you are for the story and ask them to! Who knows, you may make a new friend in 2019!!! :D

These plot bunnies are story ideas I that I have had, so if you want more ideas or such on a certain bunny, shoot me a message! Below is just a vague outline, I’m happy to chat more if you would like more inspiration or are curious what my brain came up with...But feel free to run with an idea and make it yours! I am looking forward to see what amazing stories these plot bunnies inspire! :D

Plot Bunnies up for Adoption:

Supernatural Fandom

· Plot Bunny #5: High school AU where the Novaks move to a new school as Gabe takes an interest in a girl, but the guys say don’t bother, she is too stuck up and thinks she is better than everyone. But Gabe likes a challenge, and the girl seems nice, so he decides to befriend her. His heart breaks when he finds out the secret truth hiding behind her emotionless mask.

· Plot Bunny #6: While making his rounds as the trickster, Gabriel gets in a chat room and meets someone. They become quick friends and continue to chat for months, until one day they ask to meet him.

· Plot Bunny #8: Highschool AU. You are dating the popular senior, Dick Roman, when the Shirleys move into town. Your life gets turned upside down when the shy new kid, Castiel Shirley, catches your eye.

Harry Potter Fandom

· Plot Bunny #12: Girl is in Gryffindor, but is mischievous. Need a group of four in potions and gets put with Draco, Crabb, and Goyle. Become slight friends, but have falling out when they find out she is muggleborn. But can friendship over come those differences?

· Plot Bunny #13: George, wanting to spend time with his girl over the summer, signs up for summer camp (week long) that she is doing. It is a muggle camp, so she makes him leave his wand with Molly. George learns how hard it is to cope without magic.

Star Wars Fandom

· Plot Bunny #14: OC is resistance spy, but saves Hux’s life. Could friendship or love come from such differences?

Hobbit Fandom

· Plot Bunny #15: After reclaiming Erebor and the restoration is mostly done, the princes decide to put their skills to work by creating a memorial in the hall of kings for their father.

· Plot Bunny #16: You are friends with Thorin, Dwalin, and all. You are a bar maid in Ered Luin, they always bring liveliness to the place, and are very protective of you.

· Plot Bunny #19: Bilbo tries to teach Thorin how to garden, and Thorin tries to teach Bilbo blacksmithing.

· Plot Bunny #20: Upon his return, Bilbo throws a dinner for his family to explain his absence. He assumed Thorin, the Dwarf King, would be fine…but Thorin is in over his head…then add Lobelia to the mix.

· Plot Bunny #21: Modern AU: Bilbo is a school teacher (younger children) and Fili and Kili are his students. When they get into mischief, the school calls Dis, but since she is busy at work, Bilbo gets to finally meet Uncle Thorin.

· Plot Bunny #23: After Thorin, Fili, and Kili’s death, during the burial, they are there to say their final goodbyes to the company.

· Plot Bunny #29: Thorin watching Fili and Kili while Dis and her husband have alone time. They are both such a handful as children, especially with their favorite uncle.

· Plot Bunny #31: Thorin is with a very young Kili and Fili in Ered Luin when he looses track of them. They find their way to a bakery, where a human woman takes care of them, until Thorin finds them. Could this be the start of something new?

· Plot Bunny #32; When they were toddlers, Fili and Kili were stolen by rogue dwarves, but were found by Hobbits, and taken in by a young Belladonna Took (before she was married), so when Gandalf sends the company to the Shire for their burglar, they assume it is her, and everyone is excited to see her again…but then they find out she passed away, and the one going on the trip is her child, Bilbo.

· Plot Bunny #40: You are from our world, and survived the journey and BOFA. When the time comes for the kingdom of elves, dwarves, and man to make peace, they need a mediator. Your name comes up, as you are completely unbiased, as you have no loyalties since you are not from this world. So you become the mediator, having to find a peace between Mirkwood, Dale, Erebor, and Dain (Iron Hills).

· Plot Bunny #43: You were Kili’s love before the journey. And you were so happy to here they were alive and well, until you receive a letter from Fili telling you about Kili and Tauriel. But what happens when Kili realizes realizes how much he misses and loves you, and not Tauriel...can he win you back?

· Plot Bunny #47: The reader, by some magic, after wishing she could help the company more, is sent to Erebor where she meets Smaug. For some reason, he doesn’t kill her and then they become friends. Can this new ‘friendship’ change the outcome of something already destined?

· Plot Bunny #48: Story of little moments that the spymaster, Nori, sees when he is being sneak. 1: Ori setting up a prank on Dwalin, but working it so Fili and Kili get the blame 2: One where Thorin and Bilbo are trying to keep their relationship under wraps, Nori spys a private moment. 3: Kili and Tauriel where they discuss how they are secretly already married, and how their “second wedding” that is being planned is pointless.

· Plot Bunny #49: Instead of dying at Moria, Frerin was taken by the Orcs and kept prisoner. After BOFA, they tracked the Orcs back to their big camp and find him. He is brought back to Erebor, where he helped settle in and meets the company, including Bilbo, and.the girl they found along the way. Can all of his friends and family help him adjust to the new life?

· Plot Bunny #50: Thorin goes back to the Shire to live with Bilbo. When Frodo comes into the picture, it is almost hilarious how Thorin and Bilbo view raising him…as Bilbo is a first time parent and Thorin raised Fili and Kili.

· Plot Bunny #51: Thorin passes the throne to Fili and goes with Bilbo to the Shire. Hobbits are suspicious at first, so Thorin decides to do his best to acclimate. The clothes, no weapons…no shoes. It’s a nice gesture...so why does it keep going wrong?

· Plot Bunny #52: Being King doesn’t allow much time to spend with his love, Bilbo, so Thorin takes advantage of every moment he can. Otherwise known as: Always getting Caught

· Plot Bunny #53: Bilbo stays in Erebor at Thorin’s side as King’s Consort. Thorin is proud and happy how Bilbo is coming into life under the mountain, taking everything in stride, but can’t help but laugh when Bilbo snaps one night after a meeting about how something must be done about his chair…because his feet won’t reach the ground.

· Plot Bunny #55: Modern AU: When something breaks, Bilbo goes into town to find someone to fix it. In this case, it happens to be the handsome Thorin. When he leaves, Bilbo knows he has to meet him again, so he breaks something else for an excuse. But how many things must he break before Thorin picks up on it?

· Plot Bunny #56: When a soul leaves, sometimes it has unfinished business. Thorin had unfinished business, so he wasn’t prepared that when he closed his eyes, he would open them again…or when he came back that he would be a grown Hobbit…outside of the Shire…maybe the universe is trying to tell him something? But will our hardheaded king listen...or go back to Erebor?

· Plot Bunny #57: Everyone lives AU. The company (dwarves) decide to get together for a reunion. They decide to go to the Shire since that was where it started. It is like Deja vu, especially since no one bothered to tell Bilbo about it.

· Plot Bunny #60: Random inner dialogue of different people at memorable parts, cause don’t you always wonder what was going through their minds?

· Plot Bunny #62: Getting the company to sing “Hi Ho” while on the journey.

· Plot Bunny #63: Seeing you feeling down, the company try to cheer you up by learning songs from your ipod before it dies and putting on a performance for you.

· Plot Bunny #64; Reader is from modern world and descends to middle earth and she has cancer, the company finds out halfway through the trip that she only has a couple months left. She survived the battle as does everyone else, but eventually falls to the illness. Thoin has her buried in the hall of kings. But that isn’t the last they see her...she is the angel that guides them peacefully, when it is their time, to Mahal’s Halls.

#Tale Teller's Plot Bunny Challenge 2019

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Stop That! Pt 2

Pt 1

Welcome to the world of Smitten Dwarves and Elves forming puddles of lovable goo all around. Thranduil x oc, Kiliel blossoming, plus introducing Gigolas and all its possibilities for aiding in the union of the two kingdoms.

Few mentions of implied smut, past that cuddling fluff and awkwardness all around.

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Clad in your gifted gown you slid your fingers around the small purple, blue and green teardrop shaped crystal secured by woven mithril loops around the edge of the polished stone with small leaves used to secure it to the chain, a trinket you’d formed from a crystal you’d uncovered inside a stone you’d found in Valinor as a child. Turning your head you looked away from the spot on the wall you had been staring at in a daze back to the mirror with a short exhale at your long braid coated in jeweled pieces, under Thranduil’s insistence you had use of any decorations his vast treasury contained for the evening, or any time after.

His not so subtle continuance of trying to win back your favor in hopes of gaining your wish to remain in his lands once the Dwarves had wished to depart for whatever surely foolish path they had decided upon long before reaching his lands. Frozen in place his eyes scanned over you in the finest he had to offer on such short notice, even in your exhausted state and travel worn clothes a single sight of you nearly stopped his heart, a continued reaction from his first sight of you all those ages ago.

With a growing smile he claimed your side escorting you into the glowing ballroom with a relaxing exhale at your awed expressions at the final results of his efforts. Through the night you danced while the Dwarves mingled and partied between your glimpses of Thorin and Bilbo in one of the private gardens for a private dance of their own at the Hobbit’s wish not to be surrounded through his lessons on the Elven dances.

Later you claimed your seat again to enjoy a short meal before you joined the Elf King for a short tour of a few of his most prized pieces of artwork and his private garden. Slowly he led you through the winding path between your slightly swaying paths at the startling amount of wine you’d both didn’t realized you’d finished off until you teetered an inch too far and found yourself gripped tightly against his chest once again.

His body stepped backwards as uncontrollably he closed the distance, resting his lips against yours and sinking slowly into the kiss you returned while tightening your grip on the front of his robe. After a few brief moments he wet his lips and swallowed dryly when you pulled apart and nearly fled when you softly whispered, “Perhaps we should get off this bridge.” He nodded unsure if you’d only accepted his kiss because he’d left you no choice, releasing you after settling you down again. He followed you back to the other side of the garden where one of the countless waterfalls were placed to feed the small streams flowing through the rows of flowers and fountain.

Reaching the grass on the other side his eyes dropped to his hand you claimed and drew out closer to you in your step in front of him stirring a hopeful glance from him only broken when your other hand rose to brush along his neck guiding him down again to accept the kiss you rose onto your toes for. Within moments he’d melted around you, gliding his hand across your cheek and the other around your back, clinging to you happily through the amorous kiss eventually finding you against the rocky wall in the shadows beside the waterfall muffling the sounds breaking free from your joined lips.

A cold fin landing between your shoulders broke your kiss and freed a set of bubbling giggles from you as he chuckled lowly leaning his head against yours once you’d guided the fish back to the stream it was aiming for. Locking your eyes again you giggled as he watched the next set of fish soaring through the cascading waters and said, “We should get inside.” You nodded claiming another kiss stirring another chuckle from him when you released each other and he claimed your hand carefully guiding you across the bridge again and through to the door to his apartment where he guided you straight for the table of desserts and treats he’d set out for you both. Through the night each were tasted while you curled together between enamored lip locks soon bringing you to your place in his bed under the covers and your discarded clothes.

With the back of your shoulder being used as his pillow while his arm was being used as yours, only shifting when a pair of small feet landed on his hand. His head rose to peer at the small bird that had dropped the message it bore into his open palm, puffing its cheeks out slightly in a smile at the smiling King thanking him.

The hand curled around yours moved to quietly claim the letter and read through it while the small bird flew to the table along the wall to pick at the remaining grapes as the slowly tensing King read through the request for troops. Lowering his gaze he eyed your shifting body turning over to her back looking up at him and his soft smile when you brushed his hair behind his ear asking, “Bad news?”

He sighed turning his head to kiss your wrist gently, “Lothlorien called for aid. Orcs approaching their borders.”

Your eyes met again, “Is that unusual?”

“Happens before each winter. In Spring our northern border needs reinforcing.”

“Ah.” Leaning in his lips met yours, “You don’t have to go?”

Drawing you closer his arms circled you as he purred against your lips, “There’s time.”

His kisses grew deeper once again while you found a familiar place wrapped around him through your repeating of your claiming of each other while his body clutched you tightly to him, memorizing every inch, sound, taste and movement from you until he’d mentally passed on word to his troops with the news. Sliding out of bed he claimed one last kiss on his way to the closet, hearing you pulling your discarded layers back on while he pulled on his traveling clothes under his suit of armor you joined him to secure. Through your final kiss his white stone bearing ring was eased onto your finger as he softly pled, “I may be gone a week or so, when your business is done with the Dwarves you’ll come back?”

“I’m not certain how long I’ll be needed.”

He nodded, “I can come visit you then. Legolas mentioned your tour of Iron Hills, I’m certain Dain would grant me a visit as well. If I made a good enough offer.”

You smirked up at him, “I’m certain I could manage that deal.” Bringing his smile back, “I’ll send word when things are settled.” His eyes dropped to your hands as you raised the thin chain you’d removed from your neck earlier to secure behind his before you eased it under his armor. “Come back in one piece.”

His hand eased along your cheek through your kiss and slid free when you parted, “I will.” Sliding his hand down your arm until his fingers slid along his gift to you, “Stay safe, my Dearest Love.” His lips pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles catching your unsure glint in your eyes you hurriedly masked then smiled at him once again and joined him into the hall before slipping back into your apartment while he went to join the forming soldiers floors below. Against the door you stood staring at the ring your fingers were stroking until you finally changed into a fresh set of clothes upon hearing the others slowly beginning to stir in the various rooms in the hall.

Scrubbed, changed and bearing a slightly tired smile when you joined the others at the table. Groggy smiles were traded between curious glances at the Elf King’s bare seat on your right along with the Prince’s until he slipped in a few moments later. Looking up you caught his large smile at you before he glanced at Thorin responding to his question, “My Ada was called away to Lothlorien for aid. He’s left me in charge of overseeing your safe travels.”

Thorin glanced at you curiously while the others decided to at least stay until lunch to rest a bit more from their hangovers before the Elves would guide you to the Elven borders where they would leave you to the rest of your journey. The ten guards taking the task watched with near mournful gazes at their New Queen crossing with the curious band of Dwarves and the brave little Hobbit curiously eyeing their surroundings. Nearly a full day you traveled until you had found the hidden staircase, the location where your first hand hold stirred a raucous rounds of cheerful jokes on your obvious established courtship with the smitten King that lasted nearly halfway up until sight of the ledge drove them closer to silence.

One carefully aimed spear you’d fashioned from the lone black arrow you’d saved from your time in the battles against Morgoth and Sauron later the splayed out stone corpse of the giant beast filled a large corner of the freshly lit forges earning cheers lasting until you followed Thorin to the main overlook to whistle for a passing bird to carry word to the Elves you were certain to be gathering at the loud roars Smaug had given off.

By nightfall you had settled into and scrubbed the Royal apartments you chose for yourselves once you’d claimed the Arkenstone from the treasury now glowing from the Ancient Dwarvish runes you’d woken sending cleansing pulses through the massive piles of gold. Quietly once again you’d rested on your back looking up at the ceiling of your new room silently hoping that the King and his men were safe as well as the forces from Lothlorien as well.

Large smiles covered the faces of the Elven group sent to deliver the supplies Legolas insisted on delivering to you, claiming the chance to congratulate you himself. Stepping closer to you he smiled wider asking, “Iron Hills has grown much closer since last I checked.”

You smirked, “It turns out Dain is headed this way instead.”

He chuckled lowly, “How fortunate. Haldir sent word our forces arrived in time and this wave should pass fairly quickly, much smaller than usual. Lord Elrond will be pleased as well to hear the passing of the Misty Mountains shouldn’t need a great number to patrol it this year.”

“When we crossed through to Moria we might have had a part in it, we passed around a set of goblin tunnels that collapsed as we got clear. That might help as well.”

He nodded, “I will make sure to send him word of that as well, he will be pleased to hear of any ease to our problem.” Glancing around he eyed the glowing runes then back to you, “Is this your doing, the runes?”

“I triggered them, they’re cleansing the mountain, even yours has them. Few phrases of Ancient Dwarvish and the mountain awakes to seal and cleanse itself again.”

He smiled larger scanning over your face again, “I must be heading back. Stay safe, Ada should be back soon, and hopefully able to make a visit of his own soon enough, I’m certain Thorin would be more than willing if you requested it.” Chuckling softly you returned his gesture of a hand over his heart before he added with a sentimental gaze, “For the record, mention of my Naneth, stopped shortly after she passed. Thank you, for getting Ada to mention her again. If you doubted my agreement to the union please do not. Whole heartedly you have it. I look forward to learning you better.”

“And I you, Prince Legolas.”

He chuckled softly, “Ada calls me Little Leaf, feel free to do the same, Naneth.”

Echoes of Gandalf’s laugh echoed through the mountain as you led Bilbo into your room to fetch an old map you and Ori had been discussing about the Ancient Dwarvish lands you had explored. Glancing back at Bilbo mid sentence your bag slipped and spilled off of the bed, “I still don’t quite understand it, why did he get so upset I washed my own hair?”

You giggled bending as he did to pull everything back into your bag, “Braiding is a sign of courtship, hair is special. Early on in courting to wash your One’s hair is an act of bonding.” He met your gaze, “It’s intimate, just let him next time, you’ll see.”

He sighed lowering his eyes to grab your spare jacket only to furrow his brows at the golden ring that clattered to the floor, “Is this from the Elf King?” setting the jacket in your bag he glanced up catching your wide eyed gaze at the ring before your clear shout for the Wizard.

Boots thundered to your room as you pulled Bilbo to your side allowing the Wizard to see your problem, “It was in my bag.” He met your gaze then glanced down at it again with a steady huff, “No one touch it. I’ll send for the Eagles.”

They all eyed it before Thorin eased around the room making his way to Bilbo’s side, pulling him onto your bed to add to the distance between his One and the cursed object, snuggling him tightly in his arms as he glared at the golden band you raised with the tongs from your fireplace Bofur passed you to place it in the metal mint tin Nori emptied into one of his spare jars to secure it in while Balin found a stick of wax to melt sealing it shut before you slid it back into your bag again as Gandalf reentered your doorway, “They will be here by morning. We need to prepare.”

You nodded and Balin said, “Who will you take with you Lass?”

You glanced at Thorin, “You’re needed here, to defend the Mountain.”

Thorin replied, “You aren’t going alone.” He looked at his Nephews, “Dwalin and I will go. The rest can remain behind to greet Dain when he arrives, should he arrive before we return.”

Fili and Kili nodded along with the others as Gandalf looked over you all and said, “Agreed. A small group is best. The four of us would make it there quickly.”

Bilbo quickly responded, “Five. I’m going too!”

All eyes turned to Thorin as his arms tightened around his middle and he buried his head in the Hobbit’s hair, replying with a muffled, “No. You’ll stay where it’s safe.”

Bilbo inhaled sharply replying, “No.” Pulling free from his tight grip in an awkward giggle to grip one of the braids around his face saying firmly, “We’re courting, and if you expect me to stand by you as a King I am certainly not going to leave you to this alone. Now we all started this together and you and your stubbornness is no match for mine. What you need is a burglar and that is what I am, my uses are limited outside of the Shire it seems but I am certain this is my place an you cannot stop me from claiming it.”

Releasing the King’s braid he crossed his arms trying to hold his firm expression at Dwalin’s snort through Fili and Kili’s bubbling chuckles before Balin said to the Dwarf King with the proud smirk twitching onto his face, “Dis certainly will have a stern ally when she arrives. Aunt Dia surely would approve as well.”

Thorin sighed melting into an adoring gaze before pulling Bilbo back to his chest after a turn to snuggle around him and mumble into his hair, “Fine. But you’re not leaving my side.”

…

Deep within the forest word rippled of the news of the large eagles returning once more while whispers of the destroyed kingdom or Mordor spread through the forests of the world on a swift breeze easing the worries of where you could have possibly gone to when they had first arrived. With an exhausted sigh you slumped back onto your bed when your boots were dropped onto the ground after you’d shook your feet free from them and rested your hands up over your head only to open your eyes at the pair of knees they hit. Blinking curiously Tauriel’s face came into view as she peered over you with a soft smile saying, “Queen Pear, Prince Legolas sent me to check if you’d returned yet, along with another round of supplies for the Company. I heard the eagles and came to speak to you directly, I hope you don’t mind.”

You shook your head, “Not at all. I’d get up, but, I can’t.”

She smiled larger asking, “I brought some herbs would you like me to pour you a bath?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” She nodded and shifted to rise only to pause when you added, “I might also need a hand up.”

She chuckled softly on her path to the tub saying, “Not at all Queen Pear.”

You sighed softly slumping back again until she returned to help you up before you grabbed a change of clothes and went in to soak while she sat on the edge of the tub listening to your tale for your trip and return, seeming much more interesting for others than your slightly uneventful flight out, two minute stop on Mt Doom followed by another few day long trip back again. Halfway through her fingers claimed the comb you were easing though your hair and worked your hair back into a long French braid then sat beside you until you got out to dry and change.

Her smile never dimming while she followed you back to your bed where the Princes promptly raced into the room, avoiding their uncle snuggling with his Consort next door in their bath, to leap onto the bed around you with chuckles earning giggles from you while they burst into their own set of questions. Both taking their turns while Kili inched just a tad bit closer to Tauriel. Who unknowingly stirred up a giant fire in Prince Kili when her fingers rose to brush out a forming knot from his hair, which inevitably led to her combing through all his hair, turning him into a giant puddle of loveable goo against her lap when she began rubbing his scalp.

Rolling your eyes you gripped his vest and pulled him over to your side when Dwalin entered the doorway announcing dinner causing you to pull the pair to their feet while Tauriel stood eyeing you curiously asking, “Did I do something?”

You smiled at her, “Dwarves are a bit, protective when it comes to hair.” Her brow rose, “Used quite a bit in courting rituals.” Her lips parted as the pair led the way and you giggled softly, “No worries, just don’t braid his hair unless you intend to court him. Though I will warn you him letting you touch his hair is a sign of his affection for you, if you hadn’t already noticed.”

A hint of a smile ghosted onto her face, “I, he’s a Prince.”

Through a smirk you replied, “Captain of the Guard is a respectable position to Dwarves. Plus when I know you better I could add my favor to the match, hefty sway in your favor.” Making her smile grow, “To be loved by a Dwarf is an unending bond you’ll never match I’m told. Take your time, learn each other, see if you feel the same.”

Her head tilted, “He’s, mortal though.”

You chuckled again, “Dwarves lose their mortality when they bond with their Ones.”

In what you could have sworn was a hint of a smile spreading on her face she replied, “Well, Prince Legolas is expecting me back with a report.” Her body shifted only to glance back at you when you gave her another smile.

“I’m certain Prince Kili will be smiling for hours at your scalp massage.” Drawing a slight blush over her cheeks when she turned to head for the gates to join the rest of the guards sent along with her waiting with Nori and Dori to let them out.

…

Sure enough his grin did hold for the next few days giving a moment of uneasiness to hid Uncle Dain when he arrived. Extending a finger at the young dreamy eyed glazed expression on his face looking over the Dwarven troops entering the mountain only to go wide eyed himself when you giggled and rested your arm on Thorin’s shoulder when you joined the trio to say, “He’s a bit smitten at the moment.”

Thorin nodded and motioned his hand to you, “Princess Pear.”

He nodded his head and accepted your firm forearm hold, “Pleasure to finally meet you Princess, never got a clear description of you in their letters. Past your hair of course.” His eyes scanning over your long shimmering braid blending into you gifted silver silken blouse from Greenwood with an awed expression.

Your smile grew as you glanced at Ori who entered the hall calling your name before you excused yourself and went to join the young scribe in yet another round of translations from the ancient texts he had found the night before. Peering back at his men you caught a familiar bed bushy bearded young Dwarf racing for his Father for a tight hug drawing a smile onto your face at their cheerful reunion as your fingers slid over your gifted ring once again wondering if your reunion would be anything like that.

Nipping at your lower lip you imagined each possible outcome, sure you were clearly married now, something that stirred a slight insecurity in you about his people accepting you. All you’d heard and seen so far was very comforting, at least with your title alone they would show you the same respect and outpour of interest in all you wished to say but the true test came with seeing if you actually meshed well living with them.

Shortly after lunch you had gone to bed, taking a long nights rest staying in bed long into the following morning. A set of fingers skimmed across your face jarring you from your dream causing you to roll over onto your back and nearly fall to the floor if not for the firm grip of the arm that curled under your back and pulled you closer. A velvety voice rang out from your new Husband who settled you back safely on the bed, “I didn’t mean to startle you, my Dearest Love.” Easing his hand over your cheek while pressing a kiss to the other.

“Successful trip?”

He nodded, “We got there quite early this year. Legolas sent word of your news of the Goblin tunnels near Rivendell,” his smile flickered larger, “As well as news of your change in plans, indeed he wasn’t joking when he said the Iron Hills had grown closer.”

“That-.” He chuckled softly gliding his fingers along your cheek before leaning in to claim a kiss from you that he sank into with a relaxed sigh.

Barely above your lips he lowly stated, “I understand completely. Though I was quite stunned to hear of your following trip even more.”

“I have no idea how it got in my bag, at all. It wasn’t there at the Blue Mountains or in Rivnedell, Linder helped to reinforce the inner pockets, I had to empty it completely.”

He sighed propping up on his elbow next to you gliding his fingers along your arm, “The goblin tunnels perhaps? Could have easily found it’s way there then.”

Your eyes left his when your lips parted then met his curious gaze at your realization, “I heard a clinking. That must have been it.”

His arm slid around your middle drawing you closer to him deepening his smile, “Well I must say, upon returning to the forest once again there was already a drastic change. For the better of course, greener leaves, browner bark, spiders have fled entirely.”

“That last one, good.” He chuckled lightly as you giggled weakly, “I can’t stand those webs. Spiders, you can hear and spot easily, but webs, you just get caught up. You have more patience than I do, I’d have never been able to sleep easily alone there knowing of the webs.”

“Well I would have made certain you didn’t spend any night alone in Greenwood if I could control it, past obvious reinforcement calls of course. Other trips to neighboring lands would obviously have you going with me. Unless you wished to remain behind, of course.”

His enamored gaze deepened when your fingers trailed over his cheek slowly, “Doubt I would. You managed a deal with Thorin?”

He shook his head, “Unfortunately there are a few things I have to tend to, I hope you won’t be too upset with me.”

“You have to go back home?”

He wet his lips, “I do have about an hour or so before I’m due back. But there’s quite a few tasks I have to see to regarding our army and borders before I can have it settled well enough for a stay.”

“Well, I can say one thing.” You rolled onto your back causing him to follow your fingers and watch with parted lips as you drew a familiar sealed chest onto your stomach from your bedside table, then met his eyes, “Thorin gave me these to offer to you.”

His lips parted when he sat up and drew the chest onto his lap then opened the lid with a near tear filled gaze. Easing the lid back he folded back the velvet cover back revealing a beautiful shimmering necklace in a bow secured in the lid that he easily removed, drawing it up for you to examine, “My Naneth’s, her first gift from Ada when he became King.” His eyes scanned over your inspection of it, “It’s yours.”

Your eyes met his and your lips parted, “It belongs to the Queen of Greenwood. A title belonging to you now.”

“I um,” his hand eased over your cheek after setting the necklace back in its case on his lap after sealing the chest again.

“Our union was quick, but I intend fully to court you properly. Of course we will be needing at least a banquet or some form of ceremony to celebrate our union for our allies and people. The gems however, are also mainly yours.”

In a curious smirk you asked, “Mainly?”

“For my various other gifts for you, especially your crown and various circlets.”

Giggling softly you rolled your eyes as he eased over you stealing another kiss before stroking his nose against yours lovingly, “You-.”

“I enjoy pampering those I love. A habit you will not break me of, My Dearest Love.” His lips found yours again for another deepening kiss. “I would love to have you with me each night and day, but I think we could use this small piece of time to learn each other, enjoy a full courtship finally, and for you to learn about our home. The Dwarves do need you until they settle, at least for a short time we can go as slow as you wish to, I do know it must be a shock to go from Dwarven lands to Elven ones.”

“It should calm eventually I assume.”

He smiled at you, “Our people already have an affection for you, and the effect you have on me.” His smile grew at your hand easing his hair behind his ear followed by your pulling him lower to accept you kiss, one that nearly lasted until you had to escort him and his new chest down to the front gates to meet up with his guards and Son once again for their ride back.

The walk bringing to your attention the long boasted about Son of Gloin once again nudging his Father’s arm whispering, “Introduce me.”

His eyes scanning over the group of Elves eagerly wishing to make his first impression on the visitors, hoping to make an early spot on the Council or at least be named as a possible messenger or be able to handle some form of business between the two Kingdoms. While also hoping to learn the name of the irritatingly aloof blonde looking at seemingly everyone but him even as he held out his best ax within a clear eye line for him to be able to comment on if he wished. That plus his beard alone marked him as quite the focal point for countless Dwarves in all the lands he’d traveled to so far, but to be outright ignored or passed over drew his chin to prickle at the sheer irritation of it causing his beard to puff up in some near animalistic attraction ritual that seemed to be missing its target somehow.

Pursing his lips the young Dwarf turned his eyes to you with a hopeful smile silently wishing for you to solve this problem for him, assuming the Elf must not be allowed to greet him properly due to their current unknown status to each other. Surely as the Elf showed respectful bows and glances at his Father he would surely greet him just the same or possibly even more familiar, but that thought stirred up a seemingly even more frightening topic in his mind he’d been unsure to breech just yet, even with his Mother already attempting to line up worthy suitors for him.

Spotting the gleam in his eyes you smiled between the two, Legolas’ attention on you stirred a curious glance from Gimli only settled due to the fact of his King approaching at your side, something that nearly drove him out of his mind when he noticed the blonde was the only one not to bow his head to the King. Stopping a few feet away from him you glanced up at Legolas stating, “Prince Legolas, I’m not sure you’ve met Gloin’s Son Gimli.”

He turned to face the pair and offered him a flash of a smile from the Elf as he bowed his head and stated, “It is a pleasure to meet any friend our new Queen’s.”

Gimli’s lips parted as he glanced at you asking, “Queen?” Before he glanced at the chuckling King who leaned down to kiss your knuckles sweetly and motion to his Son for the trip back.

“Gimli it is a pleasure to meet you. Unfortunately we must return to Greenwood, but hopefully we will be seeing each other more in the future.”

Gimli’s head bowed to the pair on their path to the gates while the others formed their lines after them, turning his attention back to you he caught your smile as you stated, “Queen. Bit sudden, but technically we met back in the First Age, so, not really for us.”

Gimli’s smile grew, “I am happy for you.” Wetting his lip he added, “You’re not going with him?”

“I’m still needed here and he has a full schedule of things to handle as well.” Gimli nodded and you added, “Don’t worry though, he’s going to try for a visit once his business and people have settled again after their last march if I can get Thorin to agree. Plenty of chances for you to impress our guests.” Making his eager smile grow at your wink.

…

Barely a week had passed and your room was already filled with floral arrangements and various potted plants Thranduil had sent to brighten your room along with the various teas and herbs delivered as well to aid with any troubles you might encounter with your health.

Between those came his visits where each drew amused grins from the Dwarves around you at your near constant fumbling of what items you held between soft gasps and bitten lips trying to reign in your reactions to his sudden appearances. Always followed by a smitten glance from him before a stolen peck on your hand or cheek until his final fright for you sent an armful of books onto the floor around you drawing his smile wider at your flushed reaction.

After a soft sigh you stated, “I’m going to get you a bell or something.” Only making him smile even wider through his soft response of, “A gift I will always treasure.” Trailing your each movement as he aided you in cleaning up the mess he caused before he joined you for your trip up to your apartment for a shared lunch normally ending with another loving embrace across your covers. Occasionally ending with a hasty bath and your aiding him in dressing once again before his return once again to the forest to meet with his council on the latest terms of trade along with news on progress for the restoration of Dale.

Reconstruction that began just after the first wave of returning Dwarves arrived, bringing with them Gorgo, Wife of Gloin, Mother to Gimli along with a long list of suitors that were soon to include the eligible Elves among the list of messengers, dignitaries and nobility Gorgo and her friends so readily added to their records.

Gimli sighed looking over the list curiously before his brows furrowed at his asking, “Prince Legolas is missing from your list.”

His eyes rose to meet his Mother’s silver eyes buried in her chestnut hair with thick bushy sideburns braided to meet her long tuft of hair from under her lips coated in jeweled beads that swayed as she replied, “He is not eligible.”

Gimli, “How is a Prince not eligible?”

His eyes scanned over her face while she replied, “It is no secret his Grandparents and Father were simple tradesmen before King Oropher was chosen as King.”

Gimli glanced at Gloin who was stroking his beard watching the flash of something passing through his Son’s eyes before he stated, “Sweetest Gemstone, Miss Pear is set to be his new Mother, quite soon by the Elf King’s behavior.”

Her eyes rose to meet his then her Son’s noticing his eager nod causing her shoulders to relax, “Now that is an entirely different matter. Grandson of High King Ingwe, much more fetching match now, not even mentioning his Mother’s recent feats. Impressive match indeed.” Her smile creeping deeper at Gimli’s timid smile at her approval for his hopeful union, leaving only your blessing, the King’s and obviously Legolas’ after his hopefully successful courtship offer to the Prince he’d viewed as his One from the first quick flash of a smile in their brief greeting.

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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Yandere orc x reader ❤️🔥🥀🔪💚 part 2

(We have met my uncommunicated goal for notes sooo let's gooooooooo)

That all Happened nearly 9 years from now...I still think of Xurl a lot.

Hope he's ok...

Time has changed a lot of things.Who know 9 years can change the world so much that the war is over... for the most part.People are living together.But Mixed species kingdoms aren't nearly as common and there is still prejudice,but things are getting better...

I wonder if I will meet Xurl again.will he even remember(....ooooooooOOO he REMEMBERS LOL)

I grab my Herbs as I walk out the door.I was met with trees and ferns as I enter the woods and make my way to town so I can open my shop.Time went on and I became an herbalist and became well known for my knowledge of various species needs...I believe that everyone deserves treatment and their species shouldn't stop me from doing that...it was hard and a lot of work.learning from so many different masters of so many different cultures and backgrounds was hard...but worth it.I made it to the clearing that my little town was in as I walked down the street to my small shop. The mornings were always the same

TO DO LIST

Start the fire

Make miss.Greenwoods green tea

Make the needed medicine

Make extra cold medicine (it's that time of year)

Give Mr.pine his medicine hidden in a cookie

Not very specific but it helps

I open the shop and start the fire to make the tea and follow the list from there.

The sun soon fell and the day ended.Closing the shop and entering the forest was always nice at night with the stars doting the sky.As I walked the path from the town to home I heard the sound of a wage coming...RIGHT FOR ME HEAD ON as I see the lantern light swaying from its holder. The wage was soon at my side and two arms were around my waist."who would have thought taking someone was so easy" a scruffy voice says as his lips were nearly tickling my ear.My heart starts to race and I start to squirm as I realize my situation,I start to claw at his hands and arms but he was strong...way stranger then I was.his companie just chuckled at my struggle and tears fell from my eyes...what's going to happen to me.

I smelt something...something I held dear to me, practically an obsession but it's been years...I had false hope before but something in me told me to follow the smell and my instincts.I left the cave I took cover in and followed the scent and as I adventured in the woods I came across a screen of someone being kidnapped...if there how I think they are...those men are dead.

I ran at full speed as I graded the head of the man holding the kidnapped person.I threw them across the forest floor and heard cry's of pain from the man of the floor .I heard the shock of the two still left on the wage.I soon grabbed the other kidnapper and threw him to the forest floor and anger rushed through me but I must stay calm(he not calm at all). I try my hardest to gently say"cover your eyes and ears" and as Soon as I saw the dark shadow of person in the wage cover their eyes and muffle there ears I walk over to the man on the cool forest floor. I see the terror and disbelief written all over their faces. Their eyes the size of bowling balls...the kind of face I felt petty for before I got into my line of work.With out remorse I crushed their skulls under my foot. I look back to the wagen and see the shaking small form.I slowly wakes closer and breath in their scent...it....it was y/n... it had to be.my heart started to beat faster and I feel butterflies in my stomach.I whisper as gently as I could "y/n...is that you...are you ok" the smaller form turned to look directly at me for the first time ..."t-thank for h-helping me sorry I'm just shaken up"

I looked at them....it....Was y/n.With out thinking I picked y/n up and held them close to my chest.

I didn't know if I should be scared shitless or feel safe as this orc straddles me in his arms.He felt so warm and safe...almost familiar...then I remembered he said my name."um do I know you...you said my name but I can't seem to place you...were you a past patient". After I said that he gently put and hand on my cheek and his face looked soft."No y/n I know you for much longer..you were my best friend..Im Xurl".

when his words finally seeped into my thick skull I gasped and tears welled into my eyes.

"Xurl"?..."OH MY GODS"

I warped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder.He held me closer and tightened his grip on me and with a shaky voice I say "thanks for saving me" my tears returning to my face.

"of course...I'm only returning the faver after all these years"

I invited Xurl to my house (ovy) and as we made our way there Xurl never let me out of his hold.The only time my feet hit the ground was at my front step."sorry if it's to small for you..."He only smiled and bucked his head under the door."nice place...it's almost as cute as you"I blush at his comment and look at him with a pout...this was the first time I saw him in...9 years...and the first time in light.

He was so different.

He was very very tall maybe around 6'7...7'0 tall with a toned body and a sharp jawline and his choice in clothes didn't help my wandering eye.He was only wearing a jacket and pants leaving his chest bear.His long dark hair was in a half up half down hair style with braids and gold jewelry.His tusks also grow...and they now have a thick gold ring around them.

"you like what you see"?...

"Yes...I mean you changed...a lot the last time I saw you.You were barely taller than me then me back then. he chuckled "Its nice to know you're just as cute as I left you",my cheeks became a deep red and I look at him.

"When did you become such a flirt hmmmmmm...I bet you flirt with anything that breathes."

He looked at me with puppy dog eyes . "Only if the things that breathes is you" I laugh at his trouble come back....

"I'm not lying....you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.Even when we were kids"...I froze at his words"you mean that"and he says so low and soft I could barely hear it "yes.i could never lie to you y/n"and he snatched me into a hug.

As I felt y/n agents me once more i could feel the instant relief...y/n was perfect so cute...small...I could die.But I must restrain myself .For y/n and what we can be.I finally asked the question that was itching at me sense I got here.

"y/n...can I stay here with you"

"Of course"

HELLOoOOO dear reader...thank you for reading my silly little storyyyyy💕.If guys like Xurl and want more of him show some love so I know you are interested in a part 3.hope you are doing well (some time later...WE HAVE A PART 3)

Gardenletter 💕✨

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