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mithrilhearts · 3 years

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If you're still taking prompts, bilbo and thorin being exasperated by each other's families? ("What have I married into?" "You have no room to talk, I married into the TOOKS.")

I absolutely adored this prompt, it made me cackle as soon as it floated into my inbox. I knew what I wanted to do with it right away. I hope you enjoy!

prompt "What have I married into?" "You have no room to talk, I married into the Tooks!"

word count 1618

relationship(s) thorin oakenshield/bilbo baggins

character(s) thorin oakenshield, bilbo baggins, fili, kili, dis, drogo, primula

additional notes let them eat cake!

translation(s) amrâlimê – my love

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Anniversary parties were supposed to be fun. Thorin knew that, Bilbo knew that, and anyone who had any concept of celebrations knew that. It was Thorin and Bilbo’s one year anniversary, and you can bet that no one in the Shire was going to celebrate in half measures.

The same would have been done in Erebor, there was no escaping it.

What had started out as the idea of a quiet evening at home, certainly had turned into anything but. Drogo and Primula were to blame if you asked Bilbo, and yet Dis was to blame if you asked Thorin. At the end of the day, both Bilbo and Thorin had come to agree that it was a group effort to throw a large party in honor of Hobbiton’s most notable citizens.

Thorin had become something of a hobbit himself after opting for an early ‘reshirement’ away from the mountain, abdicating the throne and his nephews following suit. That meant Erebor’s seat of power had gone to Dain. Based on the occasional letter that came flying in from Erebor, the mountain was doing just fine, and no doubt Dain was creating no small amount of headaches for Thranduil and Bard in the long haul.

That always brought a small grin to Thorin’s face.

“This is not what I expected,” Bilbo finally voiced as they stood near the ledge of where the party had been set up, jostling the dwarf from his thoughts. Lights and decorations littered the party field, and even part of the large tree just off to the side! It was a grand spectacle that neither Thorin nor Bilbo had any part in helping with. Aside from showing up, of course.

“Nor I,” Thorin agreed quietly as they looked more like outcasts than the guests of honor. “What happened to a quiet dinner for two at home?” As stated, they both knew the answer.

“Do you think anyone will notice if we don’t stick around long?” Bilbo asked good-naturedly while jabbing his elbow into Thorin’s ribs.

“It most certainly will be noticed!” Primula chimed as she approached, Drogo on her arm and both wearing bright smiles. “You’ll not be sneaking away from this one. That goes for both of you. We spent far too long planning this, and I think all of Hobbiton will be present!” Prim exchanged looks with both Bilbo and Thorin. These were the relatives of Bilbo’s that were most enjoyable.

“Is Mirabella bringing her famous lemon bars?” Thorin asked like an excited youth, earning a small sigh from his husband.

“Do you ever not think about sugary foods?” Bilbo wasn’t actually annoyed. In fact, he was more pleased that those relatives of his were getting along with Thorin quite well. No one seemed to look at him differently just because he wasn’t from these parts - or a hobbit. “Though her lemon bars are to die for, I will give you that.”

“Now, lemon bars can wait. Please go mingle once more people arrive. They are all here for you, you know!” Prim chimed yet again, far too pleased with her good work today to be the slightest bit sour.

“Or you know, they’re here for the food,” Drogo teased at her side, earning a look from both Bilbo and Prim in unison. “What? It’s true. It’s why I go anywhere.”

Well, who could argue with that? The promise of a good party and free food.

“Oh! Prim, look! The cake! Another one of Mirabella’s masterpieces!” Drogo was already pulling Primula off, leaving Thorin and Bilbo to their own devices.

Though the hobbits weren’t the only ones mesmerized by some ridiculous looking cake with multiple tiers that would probably give Bombur and his baking skills and run for his money. Fili and Kili were sticking near wherever this cake was going, being shouted at by Dis and ultimately causing some sort of loud yelling match. All in love though, that was just how...their family seemed to be. It was all in good fun but left Thorin shaking his head.

“You’d think at this age they would learn,” He mused, finally offering Bilbo his arm as if to give the silent invitation to work the party.

“You didn’t, why should they?” Bilbo replied cheekily, more than happy to take Thorin’s arm, even if the idea of being in the thick of socializing with all of Hobbiton made him want to turn right back around and head home.

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“We should have just stayed home.” Bilbo grouched as he sat slumped in a chair and watched the madness unfold. It wasn’t that the party was bad, but he hadn’t done this much talking since...well, probably since he returned to Hobbiton with a dwarf in tow after those thirteen months he’d been gone.

“It’s not that bad,” Thorin idly remarked, taking a sip from his mug that had been filled...oh about twice now. It was starting to make him numb and tingly to the social ongoings of the evening.

“Fine, let me rephrase. I should have stayed home.” A proud sniff came from the grumpy hobbit who was more keen on grouching than inhaling food and drink like everyone else.

“You need to lighten up, it is our anniversary, unless you’re beginning to regret that just as much as this party?” Thorin finally let out a grumbly sigh of his own as he looked towards Bilbo, arching a brow and noticing that no longer Dis, Drogo and Primula were out in the grass dancing among other hobbits. That should have been a red flag in his mind.

“No! Of course not, I just…”

“Bilbo! Thorin! My lovely brothers who are constantly avoiding conversation out here,” Dis chimed as she approached with two plates in her hands. Pieces of white layered cake sat on those plates before they were placed before both Thorin and Bilbo. Dis took her seat to the side, crossing one leg over the other and looking...a little too amused.

Thorin knew that look. He’d known it since Dis was but a little pebble that could barely speak. She was up to something.

“Don’t look at me like that, Thorin. I just want you both to have a decent evening. Everyone’s been rather delightful, and put their best effort forward to ensure you both had a night to remember. Even that Sackville-Baggins woman, oh...what was her first name? Lo...something.”

“A disease,” Thorin coughed before dropping his gaze from his sister to the generous helping of white fluffy cake that sat before him. If ever there was a dwarf with a bigger sweet tooth, it would be a miracle.

“Brother, before you dive into that cake, I have to ask. Do you remember how back when Fili and Kili were young, whenever their birthdays would roll around and we presented them with any whipped sort of sweet you would generously dunk their faces into said dessert?” Because Thorin was the fun uncle when the boys were young, right? Frerin likely would have done the same thing.

“I do-” Thorin had started, but that was all he managed to say.

“Uncles!” Fili and Kili both practically screeched, though in unison with a call from two other voices.

“Happy anniversary!” Drogo and Primula, also from behind.

Far too many sets of hands landed at the back of Thorin and Bilbo’s heads respectively, pushing down and getting far too much satisfaction at the sound of a face being smashed into a whipped pastry.

Bilbo was the first to lift his head, blinking through the whipped frosting and clawing his fingers at his eyes while sputtering nonsense. The laughter from those behind him were far too loud, but quite contagious.

“You look good enough to eat, Uncles!” Kili cheekily commented as he patted one hand on Bilbo’s head, and one on Thorin’s - who also was trying to claw cream from his eyes.

“What have I married into?” Bilbo whined, but there was a small chuckle in all of that.

“You have no room to talk, I married into the Tooks!” Thorin retaliated while finally getting a good look at his frosting covered other half.

“And the Bagginses, don’t forget them!” Drogo pointed out rather chipperly before being swatted by Bilbo.

“You look absolutely ridiculous, Thorin. I hope you like scrubbing sugar out of your beard!” Bilbo took the remainder of the cake and frosting that his own face had been smashed into, promptly sending a handful of the rather ruined pastry into his husband’s face.

And here Thorin had just gotten the frosting cleared from his eyes!

“I told you this would put them in higher spirits.” Dis of course sounded way too pleased with herself before ushering her sons away and taking her leave as well. “Best leave the messy children to their games.” She cooed in a motherly tone before ruffling the curls on both Thorin and Bilbo’s heads.

Neither of the men could find themselves annoyed, even with their faces full of frosting.

“Oh look at you…” Bilbo reached forward and tried wiping a bit of that frosting away from the bright blue eyes he so adored.

“Me? Look at you.” Now that the dwarf could actually see again, Thorin was pleased to appraise the hobbit before him. “I’ve never been more excited at the idea of taking food to bed-“

Bilbo swatted at his husband rather quickly. “I know you have a sweet tooth but try to mind your manners. At least in public.” There was a gentle warning to Bilbo’s tone, but he genuinely couldn’t find a single thing to be grumpy about anymore. “Happy anniversary, love.”

“Happy anniversary, amrâlimê.”

One year down, and many happy ones to go.

#the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #thilbo #hobbit fic #hobbit fanfic #bagginshield fic #featuring #lady dis #fili #kili #drogo baggins #primula brandybuck #razquests #thank you for the request!#maevewrites

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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Afternoon Tea - Thranduil

Part 2 of Frodo and his unexpected family

Summary: after the battle of the five armies ended Bilbo asked Thranduil to afternoon tea the King finally took the hobbit up on his offer some months after the Hobbit went back to the shire

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings

Thranduil sighed as he leaned back in his throne, now Legolas was gone, he felt a sense of loss for his son.

'If you ever want to come by bag end afternoon tea is at 4, my door is always open'

Thranduil sighed remembering the Hobbits offer the hobbit gave him after handing him the Arkenstone to use against the dwarves, the hobbit maybe a thief but he was an honest one but the stealing his dungeon keys from under his very noise was impressive.

"Galion prepare my horse" Thranduil called he had still yet to train an elk into being his mount again so he was stuck with the horse.

Thranduil got ready for when his mount was he took the reigns from Feren.

"Aran Thranduil are you going alone, If you are as the commander of your guard I cannot allow you to" Feren said

"I believe the invitation was to me alone Feren but if you are really that insistent come with me" Thranduil said Feren mounted his own horse.

"You were already prepared" Thranduil sighed Feren nodded Feren followed Thranduil some way behind the king.

The two soon got to the outskirts of the Shire, the Men of Bree gave them odd looks and Hobbits avoided them with a curious stare.

"Any Idea where Bag End is" Thranduil questioned Feren the guard shook his head, the two soon noticed as they entered hobbiton most would give them a wide birth but with curious stares of awe, the two saw bilbo he was just getting back from a walk.

"Hobbit who stole my keys" Bilbo jumped at Thranduil's voice he turned to the elven king.

"King Thranduil, I'm a bit late for afternoon tea but if you do not mind waiting you are more than welcome to join me" Bilbo said Thranduil nodded and followed the hobbit

"I can afford to wait" Thranduil said as the hobbit opened his hobbit hole he stepped in Thranduil ducked and looked through the doorway.

"I think I'm a bit to tall" Thranduil said but entered anyway Feren following him, Bilbo disappeared away into the kitchen.

"Make yourselves comfortable" bilbo called from the kitchen, they found what they thought was a living room Thranduil took a seat and so did Feren, the hobbit soon came out with tea and even a bottle of wine with an ale mug

"My wine glasses are to small for you so hopefully you won't mind using one of these" Bilbo said setting them down and going back to the Kitchen The elven king opened the wine easily and poured himself a glass he turned it to look at the Lable

'Dorwinion Brandywine'

he took a sip of it, he made a curious face at how strong the wine was.

"Mr Baggins I believe I have a business proposition for your distillery after this afternoon tea, it may start a great wine trade between the greenwood and the shire" Thranduil said the hobbit poked his head around the door

"A wine trade with the wood elves and a baked goods trade with the elves of Imladris, I am not quite sure how other hobbits would like this, but I will take you there after" Bilbo said ducking back into the kitchen

"Elrond wishes to trade with you as well" Thranduil questioned

"Yes when I was in Imladris with the dwarves me and Lindir spent time baking and Lindir happened to get the Lord to try each hobbit recipe I taught him it's more like a baked good and recipe trade with Imladris" bilbo said coming out and setting down the food

"You seem preoccupied" Feren said as he took a bite of the seed cake

"It's nothing" Bilbo said

"Obviously it's something, maybe we can help" Thranduil said offering the hobbit council a council he didn't offer lightly or often

"My cousin once removed is having a child, it's most likely possible and it's predicted she would die during child birth, she wanted me to look after the child, but I am far from parenting material" Bilbo said

"I was not ready to be a father, I had no idea how to, it's one of the skills you pick up along the way, it is something no one is ready for it just comes, you can do all the preparing you want but it's either not enough or wrong, you can never be ready for fatherhood or parenting or even lone parenting" Thranduil said taking another sip of wine.

"But in the end it is your choice and i never regretted having Legolas as my son, only that we grew apart, not many regret having children at least with the people I know, take Elrond, he has 3 biological children and still adopts them like Lindir, although I swear that ellon looks like Maglor or is related some how or way to Maglor, they are to similar for it to be a coincidence" Thranduil said soon Thranduil had halfway persuaded Bilbo to Adopted the child if the worse were happened.

And the Elven King got a deal on the Greenwood-Shire Wine Trade, which would start as soon as the hobbits were ready to receive elven wine and send out their own.

#bilbo #thranduil #feren #frodo's unexpected family #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #middle earth #lord of the rings #lotr #elves #tolkien #family fluff #domestic fluff #fluff

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elvish-sky · 4 years

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All You Had Ever Dreamed {Fili x Reader}

A.N: So this could have gone in several directions but my brain went this way, so I hope that’s alright! Also, I think I got all the pregnancy stuff right but I’m 15 so I’m sorry if it’s inaccurate. And yes, this was supposed to be short. My bad. But I actually honestly love this fic it may be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, thank you so much for requesting it!

Requested by @lonikje on Tumblr as part of my 450 Sleepover:

Word Count: 2,019

Pairings: Fili x Reader, mentioned Bilbo x Thorin

Summary: You faint during a training session with Kili and Dwalin.

Warnings: Fluff, mention of Menstruation, Pregnancy

**** All You Had Ever Dreamed

Whirling around, you ducked Kíli’s sword and jumped out of the way of Dwalin’s ax. You struck at Kili, feeling the block he delivered reverberate down your arm, and with one of your daggers locked together with Kili’s sword used the other to deflect another blow from Dwalin. Struggling with both of them, you disengaged and backed up, watching them regroup as you did the same. It was one of the rare days where instead of going too easy on you, Dwalin had decided that you were up for a challenge.

Eight months after the Battle of the Five Armies, Erebor was thriving. Thorin had been gravely wounded but pulled through, and although Fíli and Kíli’s injuries were less gruesome they were still worrying, but now everyone was back on their feet and healthier than ever. Bilbo had stayed in Erebor, much to the delight of both the company and the men and elves who thought, correctly, that the hobbit would be much easier to negotiate with than the dwarves. You had also noticed some romantic tension between the hobbit and the king but had decided not to bring it up. You stuck to speculating with your husband and his brother.

That was right. Fíli was your husband, having done a spectacularly over-the-top proposal the second he was back on his feet. You had laughed your head off to see the throne room covered in flowers when you walked in and then started sobbing with joy when you saw your dwarf bent on one knee. And then you were laughing through the tears as, after you accepted, the company appeared from the shadows to give you congratulations and Thorin had had a fancy flower crown entwined in his hair. You suspected Bilbo, and his wink confirmed it.

You had gotten married three months later, at a ceremony attended by not only almost every dwarf in Erebor but also Kings Bard and Thranduil. It wasn’t every day that the Heir of Erebor got married, after all, and Thorin had spared no expense to make it the best celebration possible. And after the disaster that was Thorin and Bilbo’s wedding, at which Fili and Kili had gotten drunk to liven things up and almost destroyed the cake Bilbo had spent hours working on for his husband, Thorin had taken every precaution to ensure your day went off without a hitch. And somehow it had, the ceremony had taken place outside, in one of Erebor’s few outdoor courtyards. The sun had shone down on the whole gathering, the moon coming out in the night, and you thought there had never been, or ever could be such a perfect day.

Anyway, you were currently trying not to get eviscerated by the two dwarven warriors (which wasn’t technically possible, given the fact that you were using blunt weapons, but you wouldn’t put it past Dwalin. That dwarf was strong). Twin daggers clutched, you slashed at Kíli before running up the wall and flipping over his head, unsteadily landing behind him with a dagger at his throat.

You let out a breath of satisfaction, but your dagger was suddenly knocked from your hand, Dwalin barreling towards you with his hand still extended from the throw. Leaping out of the way, your breathing grew heavier as you were driven back by the two dwarves, their efforts renewed. Your head started to feel light, sort of fuzzy, and you kept backing up, blocks growing weaker. As everything faded to black and you collapsed, the last thing you heard was Kíli.

“Fíli’s going to kill me.”

You opened your eyes, everything hazy until you blinked it into focus. You were in a large room, sunlight streaming in through the windows to highlight- was that Kíli standing above you?

“Y/N!” Kíli brushed your hair back from your forehead, looking concerned. “You fainted, are you alright?”

“What are you doing here?”

He pouted. “That’s not exactly the wake-up greeting I was expecting. And didn’t you hear what I said? You fainted in the middle of training. I carried you up to Oin, you’re in the healers’ rooms right now.”

Ahh. Well, that explained why the room was so much bigger than yours, and why there were chairs arranged around the bed you were in.

“Thank you, Kíli. Do you know where Fíli is?”

“I think they sent for him a few minutes ago, you’ve only been out for about ten. He should be here-”

Kíli was cut off by Fíli shoving him away from your bed.

“Y/N!” The golden-haired dwarf exclaimed. “What happened? Are you alright? Why is Kíli here, and why is he touching your face?”

The dark-haired dwarf stood with a smirk. “I’ll just leave you two alone now,” he said and slipped out the door with a smirk.

“Fíli! Don’t be rude! Kíli was taking care of me!” Then realization dawned.

“Is somebody jealous?” You asked with a teasing smile.

Fíli blushed.

“Fíli! You shouldn’t be jealous of Kíli! First of all, it’s Kíli. If I fall in love with him, please make sure I haven’t hit my head, he’s basically my little brother. And secondly, I’ll never love anyone but you, you don’t have to worry about that.”

He smiled at you sheepishly. “I know. I was just worried, and-”

“I know,” you cut him off, grinning.

“Ah, look! It’s Oin!” You waved to the healer as he bustled in, arms full of herbs and vials.

“Ah, Oin. What is wrong with Y/N?” Your husband inquired, the worried look on his face almost comical.

“Well, it could be several things. Have you been eating enough?” The healer inquired about this while mixing up a tincture.

“Yes.”

“Sleeping regularly?”

Fíli nodded to answer this question.

“How about water? Have you been drinking enough?”

“Weelllll…” you trailed off sheepishly. “I’m not the best at remembering to drink water.”

“When did you last have a glass today?” The healer was now looking a little worried.

You cast around in your memory. “I had a glass at breakfast, but I haven’t had any more today.”

“WHAT?! YOU HAVEN’T HAD ANYTHING TO DRINK SINCE BREAKFAST?!!! IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON!” Fili was furious. Oin was nodding in agreement as well.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed. “I’ve just been so busy lately, and I’ve been aching so it’s more trouble than it’s worth to go all the way down to the kitchens.”

“Aching, you say?”

When you nodded, Oin came to your bedside.

“When was your last monthly bleeding?”

Fili blushed at this, and you swatted him before counting in your head.

OH.

“It’s been almost three months. We’ve been so busy I didn’t even notice!”

“Then that’s it. You fainted not only because of dehydration, which you’ll need to be much better at but also because you’re pregnant.”

“Wait. What?” Fili looked shocked.

Oin smiled at you, leaving the room.

Fili gazed down at you. “Are you really pregnant?”

You nodded. “I am. I hadn’t noticed the signs before but now that I know it’s blindingly obvious. We’re going to have a baby.”

He lifted you from the bed, spinning you around in joy before suddenly stopping.

“That can’t be good for the baby.”

You laughed. “It’s fine, Fili! I’m fine. And we’re going to be parents.”

He smiled, kissing you.

Later that day, you sat with the Company and Thorin’s sister, Dis, now your mother-in-law, in the rooms of the royal family where you all often ate. Sitting at the table, which had been built specifically for the group of sixteen, Fili kept refilling your water glass every thirty seconds. You made sure to drink enough, now that your body was supporting two. Fili glanced at you, and you realized the table had hushed, you hadn’t noticed the sound of Fili’s spoon against his glass gathering everyone’s attention.

He stood, taking your hand and pulling you up to stand next to him. “We have an announcement.”

Everyone was staring at you both expectantly, and Fili nodded at you to continue.

Smiling, you spoke. “I’m pregnant.”

“We’re going to have a baby!” Fili exclaimed.

The table erupted in cheers and well-wishes.

“So that’s why you fainted earlier!”

You silently cursed Kili, knowing that now the overprotective side of the dwarves would emerge full force. And it did, Thorin started listing everything he needed to be done for you before Dis shushed him. The king then walked up to you, arms open, and hugged you.

“Congratulations, Y/N.”

He then moved on, slapping Fili on the back before stepping back to allow the rest of the company to give their congratulations as well.

Oin winked at you as he hugged you, and said, “I would never spoil your surprise.” The rest of the group gave out hugs and congratulations to you and Fili, and you glowed with happiness, knowing there were few people better than these for your child to grow up with. Finally, Kili stepped forward.

“I’m going to have a niece or a nephew! Congratulations, Y/N, you’re going to be a great mother.” He then mock-whispered, “but I’d watch out around Fili. I’m not sure he’ll do as well.”

Fili punched his brother before grabbing him in another hug, their words whispered too softly for anyone else to hear.

Lastly, Dis came forward, wrapping you in a warm, motherly embrace. “My son is right, Y/N. You will be a wonderful mother. And, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to come to me. Mahal knows I have the experience.”

You thanked her, smiling before she ushered you and Fili out the door. “Now go to bed. It’s late, and you need your rest.” She closed the door behind you, your last glimpse a room of smiling faces.

Back in the rooms that you shared with your husband, you crawled into bed, hair loose, in your favorite nightgown. Fili motioned for you to move closer, so you did, resting your head on his chest as his arm snaked around your shoulders, hand coming to rest on top of yours, where you were unconsciously cradling your belly. He began to sing, a tune that you recognized from the beginning of your quest, so long ago.

“Far over, the Misty Mountains cold,

To dungeons deep, and caverns old.” Fili’s voice wove the song masterfully, and you were taken back to the first time you had met him, almost two years before.

You had stepped into a hobbit-hole of calm, and hearing the sound of voices walked through, careful not to hit your head until you came upon a room of singing dwarves.

You paused in the doorway, letting their song wash over you.

“The fire was red, it flaming spread.

The trees like torches blazed with light.”

They finished, and you stepped into the room. All the heads immediately turned towards you.

“Who are you?” A golden-haired dwarf looked suspicious.

You drew breath to answer, but before you could Gandalf stepped into the room.

“This is Y/N. She will be joining us on our quest.”

The dark-haired dwarf by the fire that looked rather grumpy made as if to protest, but a glare from Gandalf stopped him. The other dwarves quickly introduced themselves, and the golden-haired one stepped up last.

“Y/N, huh?”

You nodded.

“I’m Fili.”

Now, almost two years later, you were in the reclaimed mountain they had sung of, lying in bed with the golden-haired dwarf who had originally been so suspicious of you.

“We’re going to have a baby,” Fili said with a look of wonder, and you smiled at the tears of joy starting to roll down his face.

“We are.”

You kissed him, so alight with the happiness you thought you could burst, before breaking away and laying your head back on his chest. Laying there, you could hear his heartbeat, beating almost in time with your own. You couldn’t wait until the third would join them. With your husband next to you, and a baby growing inside, you finally had all you had ever dreamed of. And it was perfect.

Everything tag 💞: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @wellofeternalthirst @kumqu4t @katbby16

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i-did-not-mean-to · 3 years

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Boys and sticks - Chapter 60 🫂

Fandom: Hobbit (College AU)

Characters: @linasofia x Thorin, @laurfilijames x Fíli, me x Ori

Words: 1,6 k

Warnings: Pain

Previous chapters

Oh, how heart-breaking they were, sitting on my bed, heads hanging low as they waited for our verdict.

It was so blatant now; men who tried to be quiet to counterbalance the noise, men who tried to be strong to carry the load for their family, men who tried to do well to belie the reputation of their name.

Always on the straight and narrow and yet, always falling short of expectations.

All the comments came back to me, voices in the night, Thranduil, classmates, Toby, my father…tiny remarks that left deep wounds – festering and toxic – that I had disregarded as soon as they had been spoken because they were so obviously wrong.

This was nonsense, this was ludicrous, this was all off beam.

“Jia is okay, let’s go to bed,” Tova smiled and pulled her boyfriend out of the room despite his obvious reluctance.

“You will come, won’t you? You don’t say you will but then you don’t?” Thorin asked as she closed the door behind them and shrugged out of her clothes that smelled like sautéed meat and fried onions.

“Why wouldn’t I come?” she asked gently, easing her arms around his midriff, and resting her cheek against his chest.

“When I do something wrong, when it is not enough, you will tell me, right? You will not just let go and move off without giving me a chance to make it right?” he sounded so dejected that Tova could understand why Jia would simply break into tears.

“Why would it not be enough? You do plenty,” Tova looked up into his downcast face searchingly, “talk to me, darling, what is going on?”

“I love you and I am terrified that the same thing will happen again; I will disappoint you and I can’t bear the mere thought that you’d be disgusted with my best efforts…” he sighed, “I am trying, we are trying so hard, but what it is not enough still?”

“Okay,” Tova said, “I don’t need a thing in this world other than someone to be there and you, my friend, are very much there.”

She chuckled under her breath.

“You get us wrong,” she added, “what Jia needs is someone to want her, what Lo needs is someone to see her. We all just want someone to be there, to love us, and to hold us when the lights go out. You don’t get it, do you? All your stories, they sound like heaven to us.”

She cupped his face tenderly, brushing her thumb along his jaw the way he had done to her so many times.

“We want people who show up when they’re invited, people who invite us in turn, people to call when there’s a dangerous situation, people to play games and eat cake with.”

“I can do that, we can do that, that’s easy, that’s…” Thorin relapsed into silence.

“All you’ve ever done? Shown up for people whether they deserved it or not? Lead people no matter the cost to you? I know, Thorin, I can see that. We have chosen you for a reason and we’re scared, of course we are, because all we ever dreamed of is so close.”

Tova sighed again. “What if we come to grow accustomed to that, to need that, and to lose it?”

“I’d never forsake you, I’d die rather than let anything happen to you, you’re ours, you’re precious, if anyone so much as thinks of harming you, they’d have to deal with Durin’s folk in full force,” Thorin thundered immediately.

“There are not enough seconds until the sun consumes us in a blaze of fire to kiss you as much as you deserve it, you fool,” Tova grinned; she knew this for a fact, but she’d try to fill eternity with sweet kisses and even sweeter caresses, nonetheless.

“You’ve got to cut this crap out, Fí, for real,” Lo sighed, toying with her bracelet nervously, “I don’t understand why you’d think I’d turn around and tell Kí to bugger off.”

“He’s overzealous,” Fíli tried to explain, “people don’t like it necessarily.”

“Well, you can take a page out of his book then, for heaven’s sake! There is nothing wrong with wanting to be loved and saying so,” Lo grumbled; she found Kíli rather refreshing in his open desire and bid for affection.

She could see the pride flash in his eyes and – inevitably – the unwillingness to ask for something that might be refused out of hand; he should have known her and her heart better though.

“It has not always been like that, you know? I mean, we were once a proud family and then, things happened, Thorin’s father took off, our allies were no longer our friends, and a hostile party has overtaken what was rightfully ours,” he muttered under his breath.

“It just makes me so angry; if we had what is ours, what things we could offer you!” he hissed.

“Stop, Fí, stop. A hostile party? You mean someone very much like my dad? Like Jia’s dad? Is that what you’re insinuating here? That we’re swooping in and taking what is yours and then leave you empty-handed?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

“No,” he said, “yes, maybe? God, Lo, you could ask us to cut our veins open and we’d do it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, and I’m just afraid that I don’t even have anything anymore that would be worth stealing.”

Tears rose to her eyes then as she sighed: “All I ever wanted, stolen or gifted, was your heart, baby, I’ve never asked for anything beyond that, did I?”

“No, but – eventually – you’ll need more from me, and it just sucks to crawl myself up from the bottom again. I could have met you as an equal, you know?”

“You ARE my equal,” she almost screamed, “we are not our parents, Fí. Their sins, their failures, their misfortunes aren’t ours.”

Cupping his face tenderly, she whispered: “We’re just you and me, people who should think before they drop their pants, and maybe eat less sugar, but other than that? We’re golden, darling, you are golden. I need nothing more than this.”

“Show me,” he demanded, and she was eager to comply.

“Oh, your poor wrist,” Ori sighed, bundling me up in the blanket he had pulled off the bed and rocking me gently.

“How about that bath then, love,” he went on gently as I sniffled still, “I even brought your bathroom speakers.”

Of course he had, it was just like him to think of such a sweet, little gesture.

He ran the bath, pouring shower gel in it and waving his hand around in the warm water gently; he had presented himself in his underwear to my friends and yet, that didn’t seem to be the nakedness he was worried about.

Without flinching, he discarded that last vestige of clothing as well and extended that fine, elegant, skilful hand to me and helped me ease into the slowly filling tub.

“Stay with me?” I asked, my voice still raw and trembling, and he slid into the water opposite me, his bony knees digging into my thighs and his hands gripping the edge of the tub as if it had no bottom and he was afraid to drown.

“You are good to me and I’d like to believe that you do it because you’re kind…and fond of me,” I started, breathing shallowly.

“I love you, yes,” he acquiesced calmly.

“Hmmm, see…you got me wrong before. Here’s the story from my point of view: my father has bought friends for me since I was old enough to have any; he’s paid people to pay me some mind and I’ve grown up believing that this was the only way of being cared for at all; out of parental obligation or financial need,” I explained without looking at him.

“That’s awful,” Ori cried out, ever the empathic, warm soul.

“Now, here comes the worst part: I have loved these people, Ori, I do love people. All my life, I have loved people, too much, too fiercely, too desperately, and they have taken one look at my love and…they’ve shrugged. I am so sorry for the hardship you’ve known, and I cannot pretend that I’ve ever suffered such deprivation; I have only been fondly neglected.”

“Oh, Jia,” he sighed, understanding that his reticent nature had fed into my own insecurities.

“I am deadly afraid that it will happen again, that I won’t be able to sleep or think without you, that I grow too clingy or too handsy, that you grow tired of the intensity of my need,” I confessed, my eyes dry and burning as if set aflame.

“We have been made for each other; you can cling to me as much as you want and then some. You will never find anyone more starved for love than us; nowhere. Also, none of us want to be paid, we are in torment about your money because it sets you apart.”

Water splashed onto the floor as I threw myself against him, crying: “Don’t let it, don’t let my father’s shadow take another person I love from me!”

“I won’t, hush, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” he murmured soothingly, pressing kisses onto the top of my head, and just holding me against his chest until my breathing slowed again.

Handing me my phone, he leaned back and waited for me to choose the right song to purge myself of the pain.

JP Cooper’s ‘In the silence’ seemed like a good choice to express the desperate love I had tried so hard to dissimulate out of childish fear and just seeing Ori’s eyes grow rounder and wetter by the second told me that this time, I might be on the right track.

#the hobbit #fanfiction #thorin #fíli #ori #linasofia #laurfilijames #me #college au #writing #pain #trauma #comfort #Spotify

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The Sky is Falling {Thranduil x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2871 Summary: Before you leave the shelter of Mirkwood, the King decides to tell you a story.

The wind that had been bad enough for you to appeal to Mirkwood for shelter seemed to subside until it was nothing more than a mutter against the tree tops. Weird weather during these odd times, you noticed. It wasn’t easy to be a traveler, even during this time of relative peace. You were just thankful that the elves had let you in, though you were not one of them. It was rare that they were so welcoming. Where you came from, they were nicknamed mountains, because they were tall and elegant, but harsh and cold at the same time. Despite that, they gave you a warm meal and a bed, and one that wasn’t in the dungeons, surprisingly enough. They tended to be mistrustful of others, but here you were, under your own quilt that you kept packed in your bag for the cold night, curled up in the bed. It was quite comfortable, but nonetheless, sleep was not coming peacefully.

You attempted to succumb to the black peacefulness of rest, but something kept interrupting - your restlessness. You enjoyed being on your feet, and being on the move. The longest that ever stayed in one place since leaving home was for a week, and here, you were already half way there. The usual itching that came from staying in a place too long was taking over you, and you knew that it was going to be a sleepless night.

The dark of the forest was intense, and as you rolled onto your back, you missed the stars, the moon. Nothing was beaming through the canopy above, protecting the homes of the Elves from rain and snow. Counting those stars was the best way to help you get to sleep, if a long day of walking didn’t do it for you. There was no use now - you tried to sleep and you couldn’t. You had planned on leaving the next day, continuing on your adventures but now seemed as good a time as ever. You would get a better sleep out of the woods, anyway.

You snacked on some of the honeycakes that the elves have given you, made from their own bees, supposedly. You never thought beekeeping would be a hobby of elves, but they did have the time for it, you supposed. You put a couple of those into your pack, tucking them into your quilt as you placed it into your pack, along with your spare sets of clothes and other supplies.

You were strapping the pack onto your back, and looking around to see if you had left anything behind when there was a knock on the door to your room and it opened to reveal a blonde elf. You knew this was one of the King’s lackeys, but you didn’t know which one. They all looked the same.

“Before you leave, King Thranduil would like to see you,” He said, with a bow of his head. You bit back your tongue, tempted to ask if he had been spying on you. And not even an apology for intruding into your room! But alas, given the hospitality that he had shown you, you could not decline an audience with the King.

“Lead the way,” You said, standing as tall as your frame would allow you to. It was nothing compared to the height of the elves, but you weren’t about to make yourself small in front of them. The elf bowed his head again, and held out his arm to the door. You stayed a short distance behind the elf, not wanting to lose him among the trees. There were winding pathways everywhere in Mirkwood. It would be far too easy to slip off of the path and become lost among the foliage. Despite the beauty of the place, you were ready to say goodbye and see what else was out there in the world. Middle Earth did have a border, and you were planning to walk from north to south, east to west and back again.

As you approached the throne room, you tried on different expressions. You weren’t sure which one would be the most appropriate to meet a King, since you’ve never met one before. Should you appear to be in awe of his majesty, or fear of his power? Happy to see him or sad to be leaving?

Walking into the grand room, you decided to stay neutral, not wanting to offend either way. Though you had planned on sneaking out, it was the right thing to thank him for his hospitality, especially since there were some honeycakes still in your pack.

The King was seated on a throne, with his back straight and proper. It must take him at least two hours out of everyday to comb through those long, blonde locks of his. The elf that you had followed in gave him more of a bow than he had given you, then walked back out of the doors that you had come through. Unsure of what to do, you gave a bow yourself, the way that you had been taught as a child. Just because you were a traveler didn’t mean that you didn’t have manners. Your parents had done their best to teach you well.

“King Thranduil, it’s an honor,” You said, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. You were surprised to find that his reaction wasn’t as formal as you had thought, but much more relaxed. In fact, he was chuckling as he rose up from his throne and began to saunter down the steps towards you. You admit it, you were staring at him with confusion, which was not one of the expressions that you had practiced.

“Y/N,” He said, then said your title; (y/g) of (y/f/n).

You were more than a little impressed that he knew your name, given that he was the King of this Realm. He had the time to learn the names of all the elves in his Kingdom, but a single traveler? Yes, impressive. “Lovely home you have here, Mirkwood,” You said, feeling the need to be kind and charming in the presence of such a royal. “I feel a bit of shame that I have to leave it.”

“And yet you woke with that very intention in mind,” He said, looking straight into your eyes. You lowered your own, feeling the force of that look.

“I did,” You admitted. “I’ve been traveling with the wind for sometime, and it is blowing me away again. I hope that at some point it will bring me back here, for it really is wonderful. The food, the bedding, especially the hospitality. I will always think of Mirkwood fondly, and speak of it so. But it is high time that I stopped taking advantage, and head on my way.”

“Do you assume that we look upon humans so little that we feel we are being taken advantage of?” Thranduil countered, with a raised eyebrow. You kept your eyes cast downward, attempting to think of anything to stop yourself from nodding. Think of dinner, think of honey cakes, think of anything but just don’t nod your head, you fool!

“I didn’t mean to assume, I just thought that as elves, you’re on a higher plane than us humans.”

Thranduil let out a little chuckle, which was better than these interrogation questions that he had been giving you. “Did you really find your stay pleasurable?”

“Oh yes, all except...” You hesitated as your mouth started to blurt what you were thinking.

You had spend far too long talking to yourself to pass the time on your travels, it seems.

“Except for what?” Thranduil’s voice came across as serious, though not offended which was a good sign.

“Except for I realized just how much I missed being beneath the stars,” You continued. It was difficult to stop once you had gotten started. “I like to look at the constellations at night. And track the moon so I know when the next full one will be. Those are the best nights to travel on, though they come with the possibility of bandits. Watch the sunrise early in the morning, and see the beautiful colors. The forest is beautiful, but the canopy is ... protective, a little too protective.”

“So you prefer the open skies rather than the cathedral of trees?”

“I suppose I do, Your Highness.”

You finally found the courage to lift your eyes to meet his. There was a glow about him, inexorably coming from within for it was night here. The lights were few and far between around here, since the elves had impeccable eye sight. They seemed to be more for the aesthetic than out of necessity.

“Before you leave, I would like to show you something. Come with me.” He offered his arm out to you as a request, which you could tell was just that, and not a question.

You accepted, curious despite not having a choice. You laid your hand gently on his forearm, and you were caught off guard by what you had felt.

While most of the elves that you had met were on the willowy side, Thranduil had strong arms under the soft and fancy fabrics that he donned.

You understood why he had offered you his arm as you walked away from the throne room. Once away from the floating lights, it was black as pitch out here. You couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, not even your nose which was always out of focus, let alone your surroundings. You gave in completely, and allowed him to be your guide.

When you both emerged from the blackness of the forest, you were greeted by open fields and wide skies. What you had said apparently pushed Thranduil into taking a walk out here as well. Your breath hitched in your throat as the smell of the wheat, blowing softly in the grass, reached your nose. It reminded you of home. It wasn’t often you came across many cultivated fields like this. With the lights of Mirkwood being hidden by the trees, it really was just the two of you and the darkness of the night, along with the half-moon above. It looked like a crooked smile, with stars as eyes. You were still holding onto Thranduil and you gripped a little tighter as you saw a shooting star above. “Wow.”

“Varda’s gift,” Thranduil said. You looked up at him, finding his smooth voice to be a welcome addition to the night. You started to let go of him, and he didn’t counter that. But you stood close enough to feel the heat from his body. It wasn’t as much as a human man’s, but it was still enough to keep the main chill of the wind from penetrating into your bones. “The Queen of the Stars. She created them in the beginning of days. She fashioned them, and the constellations, for the awakening of the Elves. My father used to tell me the stories when I was a little elf,” You could just faintly make out the outline of his smile. “She established the courses of the Moon, and the Sun. They are illuminated with her own light, the light of Eru Ilúvatar.”

It was hard for you to see past what your own father had taught you. “I was taught that the stars are the spirits of our ancestors, looking out for us. Whole generations, going back to the beginning of time. It’s a comfort to think that we’re not alone when we feel that we most are. And that one day, I’ll be up there, looking upon my family.”

“I see,” Thranduil said in a voice which showed that he disagreed with what your belief was.

“But your story is more interesting than mine,” You admitted, wondering what a Queen of the Stars would look like. Beautiful, no doubt. “Was there a King of the Stars as well?”

“She was married to the elder King, Manwë. He was a kind and compassionate ruler. Free of evil, a rarity in all worlds, even this one.” He let out a little breath, as if contemplating on these last words.

“Sounds like the perfect man for one as good as her,” You said, putting your arms around yourself. Thranduil looked down upon you, remembered suddenly that you were a human who could suffer from temperatures around you - and you had not yet dressed for the weather outside.

“She is the favorite among the Valar,” He said, removing his outer cloak and putting it on your shoulders. Under the weight of it, you could feel just how luxurious the fabric was; fit for a King.

“I can understand why,” You said, relishing the warm feeling. “And it is ... it is wonderful that Elves respect the Queen in such a way. Among humans, it is always the men that are getting the praise. You only hear about the Kings, and very rarely are Queens and Princesses ever mentioned. There’s more equality among your race.”

“Again, you have underestimated us,” Thranduil continued, smoothly, making your cheeks flush. He had a point, you really had just thought that elves were snooty.

“I suppose that I have. Can you tell me more about Varda? I’d really like to know more about her. She’s all I’ll be thinking about when I look at the night sky, now.”

You and Thranduil stood on the edge of the forest, speaking about the history of the stars, according to his legends. And you even found yourself believing in it, imagining the unearthly beauty of Varda as she created the skies above. All through this, you fingered the lining of the inside of the cape, appreciating it’s grandeur.

You stayed until the sky seemed to brighten over in the East. The sun was starting to rise. The birds had started to sing. Dawn had snuck up on the two of you while you were talking.

“Thank you for taking the time, your Majesty, to tell me these things,” You said, realizing that it was far beyond time that you should be off. But you found yourself a little more reluctant than you had the day before. Your superstition about the moon guiding you through your adventures, warning you to leave, wasn’t as strong. In fact, the stories that you had heard told you that you really had no control over it, for Verda had brought you here, to Mirkwood. But you couldn’t take advantage of Thranduil’s time or hospitality any further. It was still time that you leave.

“Abandonment is an ugly habit,” Thranduil said, surprising you since that was not at all where you had thought the conversation was going. “And that includes abandoning what is best for yourself. You should stay a while longer, I have so much more that I could tell you. Teach you.”

“May I ask you a question,” You hesitated, though Thranduil nodded so you continued. “Why bother with a human?”

Thranduil turned to face you, his long blonde hair waving about so it sat imperfectly on his shoulders.

“You’re not just any human. I’ve been keeping my eye on you, since you’ve been here. You’ve caught my interest, Y/N, and it is rare that any mortal does that.”

“But my entire life is like a blink of an eye for you, it seems impossible that someone like I-”

“Why don’t you let your elder tell you just what is possible?”

Thranduil did have a point there, he had seen many things that one might have considered impossible at some time or another. Which made it all the more odd that he was interested in you, someone who you would consider to be pretty ordinary. “I suppose that I could stay a little longer, if you have more stories to tell.”

“A lifetime’s worth.” Thranduil gave you what you assumed was a rare smile, since it was the first time that you had seen it. He barely smiled at any of the other elves, you noticed. Not even his own son, a charming young elf named Legolas. Well, young for an elf, ancient to you. You started to shrug off the cloak to hand back to him, since the sun was warming up the day nicely, and you intended to get a little more sleep before the next story session began. But he put up a hand to stop you. “I think you should keep that - after getting it hemmed. You’re a short little thing, aren’t you?”

“Compared to you, maybe,” You said, grumbling but you couldn’t help but smile as you brought the cloak further on you, wrapping it around both your front and your back. It did drag on the ground behind you as he lead you back through the forest, but he didn’t even seem to mind that it was getting dirty.

It was yours now, after all.

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Shopping For Clothes Fixes Everything (Legolas and Frodo)

Synopsis: Frodo is underdressed for Aragorn’s coronation, Legolas is generally well-known for being a hot-cake, so he helps his little hobbit friend out. Also Merry, Sam and Pippin can now blame Legolas for mentioning sailing west to Frodo, and planting the idea in his angsty mind.

AN: Frodo and Legolas did not have enough time together onscreen, therefore my imagination can decide whatever it wants, and I decide they’re best friends who enjoy trees and shopping together. Also they’re prolly gay for each other, it’s whatever.

Warnings: Woah, Nelly—careful where you step. There’s some gay sprinkled in.

Pairings: Legolas/Frodo (kinda platonic, kinda gay. Idk you decide)

All had been invited to attend Aragorn’s coronation in Gondor—or, ‘Strider’, as Frodo once knew him. Each and every member of the Fellowship was expected to attend, for no reason other than the honouring of their forged friendship made along the perilous roads to Mordor.

Nobody was an exception to this expectation, so when Frodo arrived in the white streets of Gondor, he was very pleased to be reunited with all his friends.

Now, there was a certain level of dress code to be upheld at royal coronations, apparently. The hobbits, of course, had no warning of this. Instead, they had showed up with nothing but their daily scrubs from the Shire—their finest clothing, mind you, but still too casual in the presence of elves and royalty alike.

Stopping before his reflection in a shiny podium, Frodo sighed. He still wore his Shire clothing, and looked rather out of place among the silk, leather and other rich materials he passed by. At least he was shorter than the hems of some robes, he supposed.

Alas, he knew he needed to appear his best.

The more and more Frodo scrutinised his casual appearance in the shiny podium, the more others in his mind contrasted against him. He needed help with clothing—preferably from someone adept in the aesthetic department.

Only one friend came to mind.

Frodo knocked gently against the large door to the room he knew was loaned to Legolas. It, too, like his own, was large and spacious inside. A balcony overlooked all of Gondor, and shiny was the room—a most pure in white, too.

There was hardly any sound of shuffling on the other side of the door, before it soundlessly opened. Legolas stood in the doorway, and stared ahead with a curiously expectant expression.

However, when he found no one facing him, memories of the Fellowship caused him to lower his head three feet above ground. There, he met Frodo’s eyes.

“Oh, hello,” said Legolas. “I was expecting someone—”

“Taller?” Frodo jested back. A smile quirked on his lips.

Humour, too, ran along Legolas’ features, as he stepped aside to let his friend in. “Perhaps, but you said it first—not me.”

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

“Careful now—there are ears everywhere in Gondor, even if they don’t belong to elves,” Legolas said in amusement. “People eavesdrop and make assumptions.”

“Sounds like the Shire,” Frodo responded in amusement.

Using his foot, Legolas closed the door. “I have been meaning to make plans to visit the Shire, but Gandalf and Gimli have warned me of the confusing roads leading in.”

Chuckling loudly in a light-hearted manner, Frodo sat down at a table for tea in the near-centre of Legolas’ room. “Forgive me, but I always assumed you were the better navigator between Aragorn and yourself?”

Reaching for teabags high up on a shelf, Legolas looked over his shoulder and winced his teeth. “I might have exaggerated my abilities, just a little.”

“Just a little,” Frodo agreed, smiling a toothy smile nonetheless, with a little nod of his head.

“Alas, perhaps I’ll just have to return with you, Sam, Merry and Pippin after the coronation,” Legolas pressed on, now walking back to the table. “I definitely will not get lost that way.”

“You mentioned Pippin,” Frodo deadpanned. “Getting side-tracked is a guarantee.”

“Ah, well, then another adventure!” Legolas proclaimed. He now sat himself down, and passed a dainty teacup along to Frodo.

“Oh, please, no more adventures,” Frodo groaned, with his head buried into the crook of his elbow.

Legolas, with his quick eye, took notice of Frodo’s hand reaching up to his neck, as if to grasp at the ring. Shifting in his seat uncomfortably, Legolas cleared his throat. He, too, forced the lingering memories of Mordor down, as he poured the lemon-scented tea.

Those days had not yet readily left anyone, nor would for a long time.

“Perhaps not…” Legolas agreed.

Lifting his eyes, Frodo smiled at his friend. He took the tea from Legolas, and watched the leaves swirl around in his cup.

“Regardless,” he piped up, “what have you been doing since our completion?”

“Well,” Legolas readily inhaled, looking upwards in thought, “let’s see—as of right now, I am currently representing my kingdom for Aragorn’s coronation—per my Ada’s wishes, of course.”

“Of course,” Frodo grinned back, finding amusement in Bilbo’s stories of being captured by Thranduil.

“And beyond that,” Legolas continued, “well…I was hoping to restore the trees of Ithilien, actually. They need much tending to after, well…you know.”

“I do.” Frodo nodded his head. “That’s rather exciting for you, then? Isn’t it? Working with trees? A passion of yours, truly.”

“It is.” Legolas shrugged. “If I can be completely honest, though?”

“I’m all ears,” Frodo teased, leaning with his arms folded over the table.

Legolas grinned back at his friend’s antics, before continuing on. “I saw a gull flying overhead today, and I know this may sound a little odd, but…”

“Go on,” Frodo slowly encouraged, now enthralled by his friend’s words.

“Well, I couldn’t help but feel the desire to sail west,” he revealed at last, as if confessing his darkest secret.

“Sail west?” Frodo inquired.

“Yes, to Valinor,” Legolas explained. “When the weight of Middle-earth grows too much, my kin are free to travel to our origins. It heals both the heart and mind, so they say.”

“Oh, really?” Frodo pressed deeper. “That sounds rather ideal…will you go?”

Legolas shrugged again. “I’m not too sure at the present moment. I suppose I will one day, but…all of my friends are still here—my life. Perhaps one day, as I do believe it is inevitable, but not anytime soon.”

“I am a little jealous, to be perfectly honest,” Frodo confessed in return.

“How so?” Legolas pressed, taking the first sip of his tea.

“Of your choice,” he replied. “To heal the heart and mind overseas—I wish I had that option.”

Legolas threw his eyes down at the table in thought, and thrummed his fingers against his mug. “You know, Frodo—your sacrifice with Sauron’s Ring goes beyond what any other in Middle-earth has done, let alone any elf.”

At his friend’s words, Frodo knitted his brows. “What are you saying, Legolas?”

“You didn’t hear it from me,” Legolas shook his head, with an allusive quirk of his lips, “but I know the Valar to be very…open, regarding these sorts of things. Perhaps a conversation with Gandalf could do you well?”

“Well, I don’t like your allusive tone, but I’ll heed your advice and speak with him after the coronation,” Frodo chuckled back.

“Well-met,” Legolas laughed in turn.

The two friends soon fell into a comfortable silence, until Legolas opted to break it again.

“So, I do not imagine you came to find me on the basis of our shared woes,” he said through a sip of tea. “What may I help you with, besides gracing you with my presence?”

“Oh, elves,” Frodo replied, wistfully. “So beautiful, and so vain—which is actually precisely why I came to find you.”

“Pray tell,” Legolas smirked, leaning back in his chair.

Catching his friend’s pride, Frodo shook his head and grinned. Trust Prince Legolas to know his worth, Frodo mused.

“You see, no body informed me of the expected attire at Aragorn’s coronation,” Frodo went on. “I’ve merely arrived in my Sunday vest, and best trousers—”

“Uh, I don’t think any of my garments will fit you, Frodo,” Legolas interjected, with a glance over his shoulder eyeing off his silver robes.

“No, I know that,” Frodo rolled his eyes with a smile. “However, surely you, of all people, must know best how to help me in this regard?”

Turning his eyes back to his friend, Legolas quirked a brow. He narrowed his gaze, and analysed the hobbit. However, soon, a grin began to tug at Legolas’ lips.

He stood up in his chair, offered Frodo his hand, and spoke excitedly in confidence. “Say no more, mellon nîn. I have just the idea for you.”

Frodo returned his friend’s smile, took his hand, and allowed the elf to hoist him from his chair. “Well, thank you! But no satin, please!”

“Why must it always be you who wishes to suck the joy out of everything?”

“Oh, I’m sorry—did you carry an evil ring to Mordor?”

“No, but I had to run for three days-straight.”

“My sincere apologies.”

“It’s okay, shopping for clothes fixes everything.”

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Thor,Son of Odin

Thorin x Modern!reader

Summary:Imagine being apart of the company ;and calling Thorin,Thor the god of Thunder.

a/n i hate wattpad it deleted 6 hours of work on this ,bloody bullshit and i fell over in that time todays going amazing, I passed my gsces though.

Word count:3277

Okay ,okay ,let's do this one last time. You Y/n L/n ,some how ended up in Tolkiens universe,the hobbit.Bro you was beyond freaked out to wake up snuggling up with some dude,practially laying on top of him,his arms around you holding you. His hair dark ,long ,silky almost,his face wore but structured,his body muscular,yet some what stumpy. Your face so close to his ,as ou come to reality ,you do not know who in bloody hell this man was.

You had brought your hand up his his cheek ,poking it once ,nothing,again,slight groan but nothing really,again his time mulitple harsh pokes ,finally his ocean coloured eyes shot open. They looked into your e/c ones you screamed then he screamed. Pushing yourself of his out of his grip.

"who are you?" he had shouted ,in shock really.

"no! Who in bloody earth are you? and why were we snuggling? Kidnapper! HELP" you had stood up ,your face turning in every direction to see where in gods earth you were,just all you could see was forest and a bunch of men,who surrounded you and the strange blue eyed man,looking at you strangely. You looked around again and you saw a man that was dressed as a wizard , he looked like cogsworth,damn he really does.

"oh I get it. I will rather die than take part in your orgies!" you had shouted again ,laughing in horror after ,you were very much terrified in this moment.

"I'm sorry ,what orgies? what gives you that idea?" the smallest one hadspoken up pushing passed the others ,you had pulled your attention to him ,noticing his cute dirty blond hair,travelling down to his huge hair feet,letting out a gasp. "w-why are you feet so large?" you had whispered in shock. "I am hobbit ,of the shir-" " a what?" damn if this couldn't get any weird.

"Enough! WHo are you?why wre you trying to seduce our king?" A balding muscular tattooed man had interrupted ,your questioning."Your king? I havent heard of a king,not at least in europe for over a hundred years! Also last thing I remember was laying in my bed ,not in the arms of a 'king'" you groaned out this sitution had began to give you to give you a headache.

"this is Thorin ,son Thrain ,son of Thror,the rightful dwarven king of erebor."

"Now enough of the bullshit ,Thor SOn of Odin ,God of thunder, I want to go home! THere are no such thing as dwarven king ,nor dwarves,nor whatever a hobbit is ,and there's certainly no such place as erebor on this earth! This isn't bloody princess diaries."

The group of men had just stared at you in conflusion,as you had fainted ,therefore Gandalf had concluded that you will be apart of the company. As he had realised some how ,some way you had ended up in an another universe,well all he knew as some sorta force had brought you their world for a reason. He had forced Thorin to accept that you were to be apart of the company ,even if he felt absolute hatred towards you.

When you had came to the first thing you saw was Thorin,so you had made a run at him punching him square in the nose,only to get this sidekick,that tattoo'ed punk to grab a hold of you. "Oi what the fuckk ,get off me!" yeah they basically tied you to a try ,and then from that Gandalf had explained everything ,and in a couple of hours you had agreed to join ,you still did not trust them however.

You had put upon an pony ,sat behind Bilbo ,the hobbit. "hey just so you know I am still not joining in on your orgies, I do not want to lose my innocence to anyone apart from a nice MHM-" you had pretended to cup an ass in your hands."set of cake shape ass,god dAMN."Bilbo had turned to look at you with a face of pure disgust ,,whereas others of the company such as the kings nephews had laughed. "and what is this orgy you speak of lassie?" the oldest dwarvf had spoken up you had found out his name was Balin older brother of Thorin's side piece.

"oh- its basically when a group of people do the stuff eachother all together" now bursts of laughter had filled your ears. "I assure you miss y/n l/n,the is none of that." Gandalf had spoken sternly ,he did not want to witness that no thank you.

"Oh good then, oh mister hobbit you have such beautiful locks." you had brought you had to touch a single curcle upon his head,whilst the hobbit had blushed brightly at your compliment. "oh well thank you ,as do you have lovely h/c locks." you had smiled widely ruffling his hair,Thorin heard this and did not like it,jerk.

Anways skip to a week later Thorin is brooding with his coak off,those pants really defined his ass,you were sat on a log next to Bilbo,you had nudged him gently grabbing his attention. His eyes filled with red from the warmth of the fires flames as he looked up at you,Thorin's nephews had seen your staring at your uncle and were watching and listening intensely.

"Thor has a nice nutt ,mhmm ,just like Jensen Ackles ass." Bilbo had choked on his own tongue ,as you just glaced back the dwarven kings ass one last time before turning back to Bilbo.

"aye, Y/n ,psttt" Kili had whispered shouted gaining you and Bilbo's attention ,he had gestured for you to go to him with his fingers,you had grabbed Bilbo by his hand before standing up,dragging him with you to sit beside the brothers. "wasssuppppp" damn this isn't the 2000s ,its bloody some age,you don't remember Gandalf got a bit boring if you were totally honest. Fili and Kili smirk to themselves, before Kili speaks up,Fili isn't as talkative as Kili is."you fancy our uncle." you had instantly scoffed , Bilbo had just pretend to be studying the stars ,and avoiding your bullshit lies.

"I see how it is,you trying to get your uncle laid, well yes he has the perfect ass, but I hardly know any of you,except Bilbo I accidentally saw him naked, he has a the cutest little bu-""Y/n!" you had cackled loudly catching some of the dwarves that were still awake attention, the nephews grinned even larger than before at you. "so you admit to looking at our uncles bottom,and you've seen Bilbo nude! Well!" he had basically shouted.

Bofur had turned around raised an eyebrow at you ,whilst Thorin pretended to be brooding still. "what?! Lass,you've seen the little fellow naked????" you had sighed loudly in distress,bloody god darn dwarves. "I say it again it was an accident!I was go for a pee, and then I daw that Bilbo had just gotten of a lake and was wearing a toel,so I decided to scare him, I didn't know he was going to scream ,and drop his towel." Bilbo held his head in in his hands in complete embarrassment.

"what did you except to happen lass? "

"I thought that scream was you."

"wow thanks for coming to save me then. plus i thought Bilbo might of just -you know what I dont know"

Thorin had felt a load off of his shoulders fall away ,knowing you didn't get it on with a dude that was half of your height, he didn't like the fact you were on this quest ,but he couldn't help thinking you had some nice hair. He also felt like grinning ,but of course a scowl was always imprinting on his face,he hadn't had a woman check him out in what it seemed as forever.

That was months of ago now, in which currently you had all been captured by elves ,well the prince of the Greenwood realm,Legolas.The company had been separated from you and Thorin and Bilbo was no where to be seen ,but you knew he was sneaky ass..butt. This elven king Thranduil , had did some voodoo to his face ,spat in Thorin's face with his stinky ass breathe...who needs to talk to someone that close up,might aswell had kissed him. After he was done with the dwarven king he started eyeing you up so you did back ,his ass mainly.

"and who are you ,andwhy does a woman travel with pigs?" his voice like silver ,yet cold as ice, but he would not stare bloody still,while you rated his ass. "Y/n L/n-god damnit stand still," the King had stopped , you had turned your body to get a look at his...flat ass,before leaning back to check out Thorin's. "what ARE you doing?" bro they didn't even tie your hands ,so you had made your way behind Thorin cupping his ass,making him gasp in shock ,as you squeezed gently,before heading back to Thranduil who shook his head no,you didn't want to be executed anyways.

"that king has a better ass than you, I suggust some squats, as your personality nor looks are in favour f-""ENOUGH. Tell me who are you?" he had interrupted you rudely , Thorin now less red ,smirking,he was glad he didn't end up in boner city. "uh mister lanky stick ,I am y/n ,like I already told you,now can I and my mister patrick swayze be brought to our cells, I don't want to have sex with a skeleton..I mean a elven king."

"TAKE THEM TO THE CELLS,stay here an rot for all I care,100 years is a mere blink for an elf." you smirked at the king,as you and Thorin were grabbed by guards ,being pulled away. "I feel bad for your son,he inherited your flat ass, the poor kid don't get any attention from his daddy." If you were still infront of Thranduil he would've slapped you. However instead you gpt see his son look to the ground ,away from his fathers gaze ,before walking out of the throne room shortly after you and Thorin.

Soon as you are shoved in separate cells,the questions start from the caged dwarves. "what happened up there?!" Kili questioned loudly,"I may have cupped a kings ass."

"You touched Thranduil's behind?"

"no I almost did,but damn You should have seen his face when I told him Thorin's was better than his and that I fet sorry for his son gainning a flat ass from his father."

Silence was in the air ,for a few seconds before the company had figured out what you had meant wwhen you said about touching a king's behind.

"you touched Uncle's butt infront of Thranduil?"

"oh hey ,Bilbo." thus Bilbo lead you all to the barrels ,in which you sat in on by yourself ,it was the ride of your life, and no kili doesn't get shot,because Dwalin held you you up while pulled down on the lever, therefore no one was injured. All that happened really was you were completely soaking ,and you stayed that way until you arrived at Bard's house,thank jesus you didn't have to go through the toliet.

Bard's daughters had handed you a blanket which you had wrapped around your shoulders ,in hope to warm up. However you could not help but see Thorin ,who refused a blanket politely. His beautiful long locks dripping ,his clothes sticking to his skin,darn he must be freezing ,dwarves and their stubborn asses. He really must be cold ,due to the scribe of this tale, experiences with wet long hair ,it takes ages to dry and keeps you freezing.

So you had decided without really thinking ,to walk towards Thorin who just stood waiting ,whilst everyone else was settling down,removing the blanket from your shoulders ,placing it upon his. Now you just stood next to him ,unsure what to do know ,blushing slightly feeling his eyes on you,gasp when he gets closer ,drapping the blanket back onto you ,but keeping it on his ,pulling you close by wrapping his arm around you ,as to keep you warm too.You had wrapped your arm around his waisr ,you could already feel him warming up against you ,you could smell him aswell ,and feel his hair against your neck.

However you did not look up to see the company's stares at their king,if anything they were worried about his behaviour,yet they wondered if it was true,was you his his one? But Thorin saw it ,yet no one dared to speak upon it , as he was their king ,yet his nephews ,oh they wanted to tease their uncle until the end of the one ring. They had smirked at their uncle,kili raising his eyebrows at Thorin ,who sent a deathly glare to his nephews.

He had broken the silence shortly after that,"where are the weapons?" and of course after that he was like they are shit ,okay lets go rob a bank ,thus the next time you were so close to Thorin was after your second boat ride in the last 36 hours.

Kili,Fili,OIn and Bofur were all left behind ,to catch up when Kili had recovered. THerefore the rest of you were all now to hike to Erebor ,god it was so tiring you felt as if your feet were on fire. You had groan in displeasure before muttering "I swear dwarves must have some hella leg muscle ,yet I don't, I cant walk." Bilbo had scoffed next to you 'your legs are 10 times as long ,you got it easy'

"I hear humans ,cannot walk after 10 minutes with a dwarf,do you want to take a short break?" Thorin had a smirk inlaced with his voice ,as DWalin laughed loudly as if he was drax laughing at peter ,he was cocky when he wasn't trying to set an example for his nephews."no I want to be carried Thor." you had spoken with annoyance ,not watching where you was going ,tripping falling harshly on the sharp rocks ,most deinitely cutting your knees open,you had let another groan. "god damn it korg." you had muttered yet again. Thorin had made it over to you ,pulling you to your feet , before turning away ,and kneeling infront of you.

"come on get on,we don't have time to delay" and with that Thorin oakenshield agve you a piggyback ride. "Thor son of Odin ,a God carrying me? No one would believe this."Thorin didn't understand who the fuck that was obviously,you had explained to him what a god was ,the same as the what they call malah ,or near the same.

Anyways he carried you all the way to Erebor ,with ease as well,he was indeed strong,and that was a long journey ,you even offered to walk but nope he would not take it. And after all the dragon stuff ,it was clear to you that he was suffering from dragon sickness ,he made everyone search for the arkenstone except you and Bilbo. You'll never guess what he requested you to do... Well he was on his throne and he was like "y/n ,come here" okay in which you did. "sit on my lap" nope and you walked away ,damn we he so forward now,you missed the shy Thorin.

It got worse and worse and soon enough Thranduil's army had arrived ,aswell as laketown ready to fight to claim what was theirs. Thorin was being a little bitch ,when practially he was a billionare,stopped sitting on bilbo , he isnt Dildo Gaggins ,not a huge stick up your butt. Frankly you had enough.

"Thor ,if you dont snap out of it , I am going to show all these elves my breasts,you wouldn't allow a young woman to do such a think would you?" okay so blackmail is the only thing you could think of ,Thorin basically ignored you. "OI YOU FLAT ASS KING!" you had gained the kings attention ,as Thranduil looked up at you ,as did Thorin as you began to lift your shirt up,revealing your belly button then high and high. UNtil two arms gripped your middle lifting you out of view. "No,I will not allow an elven king see my ones breasts,nor an one else" he had growled ,you had lifted your hands up in surrender ,well you tried.

He just told you he was your one and you was like ''okay bro,you do you. " ,well you didn't believe it ,you just thought it was the dragon sickness,you were the only female around ..

Then of course he tried to throw Bilbo over, which that didn;t happen he escaped ,little rat,he is cute boy though, he did what was right. In which it got worse everyone fighting and such ,Thorin had went back to this throne ,so you had followed him with a better plan than before. As you got close to Thorin ,who watched your every move.

"I've been waiting for so long Now I've finally found someone to stand by me We saw the writing on the wall And we felt this magical fantasy Now with passion in our eyes There's no way we could disguise it secretly So we take each others hand 'Cause we seem to understand the urgency

Just remember You're the one thing I can't get enough of So I'll tell you something This could be love

Because I've had the time of my life No, I never felt this way before Yes I swear it's the truth And I owe it all to you."

you had spoke for Thorin to hear as you close with each step,yeah you just quoted song lyrics ,most famously know from dirty dancing ,but yeaah. THorin had stood up to meet you ,and once you had you had cupped his cheeks ,pressing a quick kiss to his lips,before cheekly pinching his butt making him gasp.

"Thorin it isn't right, we must help them ,please." as you said his actual name he knew he had to ,his bestfriend he had abandon trying to kill, maybe a little more than friend,could be dead. He had sent you a smile before grabbbing your hand throwing his crown off. "wait you need a shirt like you gave bilbo ,I have feeling you will need it..thor son of odin."

And lucky you did say that and say hold on dude this sounds fishy ,why azog look like a shark off that will smith fish movie,fish tale? Oh its trap kili ,fili come here. THus you saved the Durins lives.

"hey if you are thor that makes your younger brother Loki ,wait he's dead sorry, uh your sister dis ,Loki and Fili and Kili Hela because her dad is LOki-not saying your sister is a man -well she looks like it-oh um sorry ,very handsome though."

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When The Worlds Collide - Part VII.

Kili x reader

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A/N: Hey guys, next chapter! I hope you’re doing well. I hope you will like this one. We’re moving forward with the main plot and it’s gonna get long, but I feel like you don’t really mind. Also, I’m going to be working on requests (which I should’ve done quite a while ago). (29. 9., Monday)

I have to study math for an exam we have tomorrow, but lately I just try to study a lot, but my grades aren’t as good as I would like them to, I don’t understand why. I’m trying to study more than I did last year, but it always seems like my friends and schoolmates, who are not studying as much as I do, get better grades, and it feels strongly demotivating and I want to cry after every time I hear the results of the tests (today I lit almost cried, I had a bit hard time to hold tears back, when we got the results of test from the subject I’m always studying the way it works for me. I was stressed a bit, but I knew I studied well and took a lots of time and practise to make sure I know it all and I completely understand it...well...I did got C. A C for so much time spended on that subject and with help from my mom.) This chapter has somewhere from over 1084 words (Kili and Fili talking) taste of my sad mood. So yeah. Comment please what do you think of this chapter. ( 30. 9., Tuesday/Wednesday?)

(This is paragraph has been written a day later than previous A/N btw)

So, hello everybody! I hope you are going to enjoy this chapter. My grades kinda improved, I’m getting a good grades especially from English (obviously), where even the girl who gets good grades in most of other subjects is not that good in English. (I did got F from that math-shit-test as most of the class, so we will be retaking it.). I’ve been working on this chapter for a few days, so it’s pretty long, but I think you don’t really mind. (2. 10. Friday)

This chapter has gotten very, VERY long. I didn’t planned it to be that long, but ideas just kept coming to me. Sorry the chapter didn’t came out two days ago as I planned, but sometimes I was struggling to continue some dialogues and scenes, so I needed to find some prompts ideas to help me out. Hopefully you’ll forgive me. Also, yesterday were me and my brother picking some cones. It was windy and a few metres away from us landed a tree (it was not too thick, actually quite thin, but it scared me a lot). The idea for the apple-picking came to me when I was picking an apples a day after my birthday. Also, a lots of cute gifs. (4.10. Sunday)

btw this is the cake I decorated for my bday.

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Word count: 4789 words

Warnings: maybe a bit angst (if I can call it like that?), fluff, maybe steamy or lemon (make out session)

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You got up and decided to clean up the kitchen a bit. You’ve prepared some food earlier and this quiche was the last thing you were planning to bake for today.

During the cleaning, you were thinking about the way they all got here. This was something that was inside of your mind ever since you’ve probably finally found a first clue to what exactly happened that they have appeared here, and why. You’ve decided to talk with Gandalf, Bard, Balin, Thranduil and maybe Thorin, if he wouldn’t be so stubborn, after everyone else would go to bed. You needed them to actually tell you what happened before they appeared here, otherwise you’d missed a part of the puzzle you were trying to solve.

You huffed and wiped off the desk. Your apron was hanging over a chair, but the flour was still in your hair and on your hands. You thought it would be a good idea to take a quick shower before the quiche was baked and cooled down enough to be eaten.

Thorin was with talking with Gandalf in a hallway. If anybody would hear them, they’d rather got off of the dwarf king’s way, not to mention the rage in his eyes, but the wizard was not afraid of him, of course.

„Thorin, you need to tell her where you were before you appeared here. She can be our only hope how to get back to Middle-Earth.“ The dwarf king glared at the wizard, his hands firmly folded on his chest.

„I’ve already told her. We were escaping from Mirkwood, like I said, Gandalf.“ But Gandalf was not stupid. Obviously.

„And?“ Gandalf tilted his head, looking down at Thorin.

„How could she help us? She’s a human, and from what I’ve saw and experienced in past few days, she does not have any magic abilities.“

But Gandalf knew better.

„This remindes me of that evening in Bag-End. You understimated Bilbo, Thorin, and now you are repeating it. What is so unlikable about her?“ Thorin’s gaze fell to the floor and he was silent. After a while, he spoke again.

„It’s not her exactly. It’s her and Kili. If she will get us back to Middle-Earth, like I hope she will,“ He looked at Gandalf for a while and then he looked away again.

„It will break Kili’s heart. I don’t want him to suffer, Gandalf. He is way too young for-“ Gandalf frowned.

„Kili may be young, and she is too, without a doubt...but all the things are coming in a right order, as they should. It may not be exactly in time, but in the right time, they will eventually come. Don’t forget that, Thorin.“ Thorin looked up at the wizard.

„You don’t understand, Gandalf. The way they look at each other and the way they act around each other, she’s Kili’s One, and once we will leave this place, he will suffer. I have promised to Dis and to myself to look after him and Fili. I can’t do this to any of us, it’d have destroyed all of us if we’d know he’s suffering from separation from his soulmate.“ Neither of them noticed a long shadow, whom came to join the conversation.

„It surprises me how much you care for your nephew, Thorin.“ Thorin tensed.

„Thranduil,“ He spat out and glared at the Mirkwood king, whom was looking over your hallway, finding it interesting every time he walked to it. He never seen anything similar before.

„Truly, it surprises me. It seemed as if all you could care about was the gold in Erebor and Lonely Mountain, but perhaps I was wrong.“ Thorin narrowed his eyes.

„What do you want?“ Thranduil looked down at him, calmly.

„I’m just saying, if she’s your nephew’s One, you shouldn’t act this way towards her.“ Thorin deeply frowned.

„Why are you telling this to me? It’s none of your business.“ Thanduil softly touched frame of an old small mirror, hanging on the wall. It reminded him of those in Middle-Earth, even if in reality it was a mirror you found in a vintage store.

„Isn’t it clear? If she is his One, he won’t leave without her. He would insist on staying here with her, if it would not be possible for her to go with us, well, with him to Middle-Earth. As far as I know, dwarves are far too stubborn to listen to others.“ Thorin opened his mouth to argue, but, even if he hated to admit that, he knew that there was something about it that he knew was right. Kili loved his family deeply, but a relationship with his One was something different.

When Thorin stayed quiet, soft scoff escaped to Thranduil.

„You know it’s true, don’t you?“

„Why are you telling me this?“ Thranduil sighed.

„Because I know how does the loss of soulmate feels like, and this girl is very likable, I have to admit. She’s like a daughter to me.“ Thorin noticed something behind Thranduil’s icy glare. It was quickly gone, but he noticed it.

„She remindes you of your wife,“ He said. Thanduil shot him a glare, but this time, he turned his back to him rather than argued.

„She remindes you of your wife and if you would have a daughter, it could have been someone like her,“ he said.

„So that’s why you care,“ Thorin continued. Thranduil didn’t let any emotion to show on his face, as he turned back to him and Gandalf.

„But why her? Why did it had to be her?“ Thorin looked at Gandalf.

„You will find out, Thorin.“

Oh, great. Another riddle, as if there wouldn’t be enough of them to solve already, thought Thorin to himself.

After you‘ve cleaned the kitchen a bit, you went to take a quick shower. You went as quickly as possible through the living room, so you didn’t have to talk to anyone. You thought that the almost-kiss between you and Kili have made things highly awkward and unsure, and when both of you were avoiding each other’s gaze, you thought you were perhaps right.

When the door closed and Fili heard your steps futher and futher away, he looked at his younger brother. Kili was refusing to look up so he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

„What happened, Kee?“ He nudged him.

„Did I interrupted somethin‘ earlier?“ He asked. Kili sighed.

„I almost kissed her,“ He mumbled. Fili’s eyes widened.

„You did what?!“

„I almost kissed her, Fee, but then you walked in and-“ Fili blinked a few times, still not being sure if he heard correctly. Kili’s voice got more quiet, telling his brother a thing he didn’t wanted anybody to tell Thorin, because he seemed to dislike Y/N. Quite a lot.

„I really like her. She’s very kind, nice, clever, pretty-“ He started listing things he liked about you with dreamy eyes. Fili looked around.

„Alright, I got it, Kee. But why don’t you just tell her?“

Kili didn’t told this to Fili, but once, when you were showing him how does phone works (not that he remembered much, he was more confused, but it was fun regardless), he’ve seen some photos of a guy, when you tapped on a different button, but you have quickly clicked to a different app and he didn’t had your phone in his hands since then. He didn’t knew who it was, but he thought it was probably somebody you were courting.

„I think-I think she’s taken, Fee. How could she not? I mean, look at her-“ Fili looked at Kili and Kili shook his head, but before he could open his mouth, his brother stormed out to find you. Obviously, Kili runned after him, shouting his brother‘s name.

You got out of a bathroom with our hair wet and in sweat-pants and oversized t-shirt, noticing Fili and Kili (you could not miss them anyways).

„Y/N!“

„Fili!“

„What’s going on, guys? What happened?“ You asked concerned. Fili shook his head.

„No, nothing happened! Well, we were wondering, if you are courting someone-“ You looked at them two, a bit amused. You placed your hands on your hips.

„Oh so this is what’s happening. Well,“ You looked at both of them with a dramatic pause.

„I’m not.“

„But what about that male in your phone?“ Kili asked and you remembered you accidentally tapped to your phone gallery.

„It was just a picture from the internet that I used for a character from book. I do use pictures for my reading journal, so it’s more aesthetically pleasing.“ You noticed the way Kili’s head lifted up and his typical cheeky grin found a way back on his face and winked at you. You looked away, blushing, and Fili cleared his throat.

„I will, uh, go back to reading. Don’t be too loud though-“ Kili was immediatelly running after him, whilst Fili was laughing and you chuckled and went after them. You’ve overheard some pieces of their converstaion.

„...don’t haunt for me, I’m your older brother...“

„...that’s why I’m doing it...“

„...IT WILL FALL DOWN!!“ You’ve heard a noise of breaking glass and quickly made your way to the kitchen.

They broke a few glasses you’ve left there. You sighed, not being surprised anymore.

„Are you okay? KILI-!“ You raised your voice when he tried to tidy the glass, but cutted himself accidentally. You shook your head and headed to one of the kitchen cabinets for take out a desinfection, tweezer and a bandage and a few other things. Of course, it would be best if you could get him to a doctor, but he wasn’t supposed to even be in this world.

„Sit down, Kee, I’ll look for some pieces of glass that could be there.“

Oh, how Kili wanted to assure you he accidentally cutted himself many times before by broken glass and used to have much worse injuries! But he also wanted to enjoy your attention only towards him for second time that evening.

You sat down to him and took his hand into your palms. You were touching it softly, not putting too much pressure on it, if there would be any pieces of a broken glass.

There was not too much blood, so when you were done and sure there were no pieces of a glass, you putted some desinfection on a cotton pad and started carefully cleaning it. You were sitting in a silence and you wanted to ask so many questions about life in Middle-Earth and Kili’s life before the quest in general, but you weren’t sure if he’d wanted to tell you about it, and if yes, where should you start.

„So, uhm, I see you and Fili are quite troublemakers, aren’t you?“ You asked with your gaze settled on his palm.

„We aren’t!“ You looked up on him with slightly rised eyebrow.

„Oh, alright, we are. A bit.“ You smirked at him.

„Only a bit?“

„Maybe a little more,“ he winked at you. You started putting the bandage over the cut.

„Oh, so that’s why you’re always breaking my mugs and glasses.“ You finished bandaging.

„It was an accident!“ Kili exclaimed and threw his hands up to air, but he didn’t realized he slapped you to face by accident. You let out an ‚ow,‘ and he looked at you concerned.

„I’m so sorry Y/N-“

„It’s okay, Kili, it was an accident,“ you said. He shook his head.

„No, I mean it! Dwarves are stronger than humans, and I didn’t and don’t want to hurt you in any way,“ He said, cupping your face in his palms and looking over your jaw and cheek.

„I’m really okay, Kili. I know you wouldn’t do this on a purpose,“ You said quietly, feeling his closeness. He looked in your eyes, then on your lips and back to your eyes, as if asking for permission. You did the same thing and cupped his face, feeling the scruff on your palms, and when your eyes locked, you looked back to each other’s lips and slowly closed the gap.

At first, your kisses were slow, a bit clumsy and at some point even awkward, but also careful, as if trying to figure out what to do next – you could tell that neither of you had been kissing a lot before – but it was sweet nonetheless. His lips were warm and you felt his scruff on your cheeks. You giggled and broke the kiss for a moment.

„Your beard is tickling me,“ You whispered and kissed him again, before he could start to say it was no real beard. You will tell him about this later. You wanted him to know you found him attractive and he had nothing to be ashamed of, especially his lack of beard.

You placed your arms around his neck to pull him closer, his hands found their way to your back and pulled you closer, too, so you were sitting on his lap now. Your kisses were more hungry now, with more passion in them, as if you’d never wanted to let each other go. His hands in your hair and your hands in his hair, to keep you even closer, if that was even possible.

When you pulled away and gasped for air, Kili let his forehead let his to rest against yours. You closed your eyes.

„I-love you,“ you let out a breath.

„I love you too, amrâlimê,“ he said and kissed you again, but you smelled a strange smell and furrowed your brows. Actually, it was not that strange smell. You quickly pulled away and jumped on your feet.

„I didn’t turned off the oven!“

„But you turned me on,“ Kili winked at you and looked how your face got stained with soft pink, as you were putting the quiche out of the over and turning it off. You placed it on the cook and looked back at him.

„Oh, so that’s why you’re so hot.“ You said faster than you thought and embarrassed looked away, hearing him to chuckle.

„That was a good one, amrâlimê!“ He said and you sleepishly looked back at him.

„Now,“ Kili smirked as you were tidying up the desinfection, cotton pads and other stuff.

„I think I’d be nice to continue in our earlier activity, amrâlimê,“ he said and winked at you. You smirked.

„I think it would be indeed very nice, Kee, but now we have to prepare the dinner, because I don’t wanna make your uncle even more angry,“ You said half joking. Kili shook his head and furrowed brows.

„It’s okay, I mean, Thorin hated Bilbo in the beginning, but now he would protect the hobbit with his life...he will grow to like you, amrâlimê, I promise you.“ He had his puppy eyes again, as if you could not believe him.

„And I truly mean it, I love you.“ He said and you felt a blissfull feeling along with a lots of butterflies in your stomach while he told you those three words. He loved you. He truly did. And you loved him too.

„I love you too, Kili.“ You said, and in a few seconds, you were kissing again. He pulled you to his lap and you run your hands through his hair, slightely pulling it when he started kissing you on your jaw and neck, to help you to keep quiet. You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy that moment of closeness, warmth and only you two. When you got impatient, you kissed his lips again.

When you pulled away and gasped to get some air, you noticed Kili smirking at you. You blushed and hid your face to crook of his neck.

„Stop it,“ you murmed and he kissed your hair and hugged.

„What, I can’t even look at the woman I love?“ He said dramatically and acted offended. You giggled.

„You know what I mean. I’m blushing.“

„Blush looks good on you.“

„No, it does not!“ You looked up on him with narrowed gaze and playful lights in your eyes.

„Oh, it does, princess.“ You froze and looked up on him.

„Well, if we are going to be courting, then...I mean, you’re a prince, and I’m not from a royal family...I don’t know how to act as a princess...“ You started stumbling over your words. Kili gently kissed your forehead.

„I don’t care. I love you, Y/N. Don’t worry about it, we can solve that later,“ He kissed your temple. It was such a nice moment.

You jumped up when a knock on a door cought yours and Kili‘s attention. You quickly fixed your hair and clothes and opened the door.

„Oh, Bilbo! I, uh, I just was about to call you for the dinner-“ The hobbit looked relieved.

„Uh, that’s great! I mean, I don’t want to be rude or anything, I would‘ve help you out of course-“ You smiled at him.

„You’re not being rude, Bilbo, don’t worry,“ You quickly checked Kili and found out he was nowhere to see. You furrowed your brows and stepped out of the door so Bilbo could come in.

„Kili? C’mon, it is not time to play hide and s-EEK!“ You screamed when he hugged you from the back.

„You idiot, do you know how did you scared me?!“ You tried to get out of his arms while he was laughing.

„Oh, c’mon princess, you don’t mind.“ You rolled your eyes.

„You are far more graceful and quiet on your feet than I thought. I should be concerned. I don’t want to get scared again when you will jump on me again,“ He chuckled, kissed your cheek and let go of you, because Bilbo started looking quite uncomfortable.

The dinner was not that bad, even if you could sense that something was going on with Thorin, Thranduil and Gandalf. They were way too quiet (not that they usually weren’t, but Thranduil didn’t even talked to Legolas), and Thorin didn’t paid attention to his nephews (he usually told them to stop doing something that was too much, but now he seemed to be lost in his thoughts).

When the dinner was over, Bilbo insisted on washing the dishes, explaining he just wanted to do something like that to feel a bit closer to home (quietly, obviously. He didn’t wanted anyone to have fun from him.).

Meanwhile, you looked through your library, and when you found what you were looking for, you pulled it out and started flipping through the pages.

It was a book about constellations, stars and planets. When you didn’t found what you were looking for, you shook your head and placed the book back. When this repeated a few times, you got back to another source you’ve had – the internet.

You were sitting there for a long time, but at least it gave you some understanding and it was more and more fitting to your theory. But why them, why each one of them...there must be a reason... you thought.

You went to sleep around two in the morning and fell to the bed. Your dreams were full of moon phases, Kili’s puppy eyes and smile and your stolen kisses.

You woke up and felt a smell of something sweet. You furrowed your brows. Who is cooking? You thought. You got up and made your way to the kitchen.

The closer you were, the more you recognized.

„...she said she likes cinammon...“

„Well, I think she once said she prefers maple syrup...“

„...of course not, she loves chocolate!“ You slightely blushed. It was Kili, obviously, and the way he said it could be understood only by you and him. You adored his eyes, which he obviously noticed.

„...Thorin, don’t stand here, I need to be walking there! Just go and sit down!“ That was Bilbo, getting very angry for a hobbit.

„You are not helping!“ He said to someone else and you chuckled. Oh yeah, Bilbo was a great cook, and though he found your kitchen interesting, to say at least, he was a quick learner. And, obviously, the best cook out of them all.

„Good morning, Y/N,“ You’ve noticed Bard. You nodded at him and yawned.

„Uh-good morning, Bard,“ You yawned once again.

„What are they doing in the kitchen?“ You asked.

„That’s a surprise.“

„I can hear them all the way here.“ You both chuckled.

„Well, what time is it?“ You asked, wanting to know how long did you slept.

„It’s going to be ten in the morning.“ He told you and you noticed a bit of his fatherly tone in it.

„Time for breakfast,“ You said and went straight to the kitchen, feeling the delicious smell of pancakes floating in the air. You tip-toed to the kitchen and carefully looked into the slightly opened door.

Bilbo was the main cook, as everyone could say. He was making sure that anybody ate the prettiest pancakes. Then there was Fili and Kili, arguing over your favourite filling. Balin was looking over them along with Gandalf, as they were discussing something and sitting in the corner. Thranduil and Legolas were watching them, but also engaged in their own discussion. Thorin was watching over the kitchen, making sure Kili and Fili weren’t breaking anything. And Dwalin, well, he stood near Gandalf and his brother, visibly not happy with what they were talking about.

You pushed the door open and stepped in, yawning. You were pretty hungry and needed to eat something.

„Good morning, everyone.“ Most of them looked at you with wide eyes, as if coming too early and ruining a surprise for you, yourself.

„G-good morning, miss Y/N,“ you’ve heard Bilbo to mutter, and some other ‚good morning’s‘ from others.

„Are these pancakes?“ You stepped closer and looked over the hobbit. Bilbo was certainly not four feet tall, he was around a foot, foot and a half shorter than Thorin.

It were pancakes. Obviously.

„You did all of this?“ You looked over the kitchen, where some sweet pasteries were and Fili and Kili, whom were arguing over your favourite pancake filling earlier, having a chocolate, maple syrup, a pack of cinammon, some bananas and apples and a few other items lying around the table.

„Yes, we-we did. We want to thank you for your kidness and how you are helping us to find our way back home,“ Said Bilbo.

„You’re always the one to cook, so we decided to cook something for you as well,“ Bard piped up from the doorway.

„But as you can see, we are not really a cooks,“ Fili piped up and nudged his brother. Bilbo shot him a glare and you giggled, causing Thoin’s eyes to soften for a second, which you didn’t noticed.

„It’s pretty kind from you anyways,“ You looked over them with a proud smile.

After your breakfast, which you took to a corner to living room (the’d all stare at you and you didn’t liked that), you’ve decided to go apple picking with them to your backyard. You prepared some baskets and jackets and hoodies, because it was quite cold and windy outside.

After you’ve changed from your pyjamas, you told them you were going to be picking the apples and just in general to go out to your backyard.

It was quite a nice idea.

Until you told them to put on the jackets, because it was cold and windy outside.

„It cannot be here more cold than in Blue Mountains,“ said Kili, seeming absolutely sure. You raised your eyebrow and shrugged your shoulders.

„If you think so,“ you said and made your way out.

You looked around and decided to go to the shortest tree. You noticed Bilbo coming shortly after you.

„Were you picking apples during autumn in Shire too, Bilbo?“ He smiled a little.

„Oh yeah, it was a nice thing to do, through it took a while.“ He looked up at you and you pointed towards the shortest tree.

„I think we can start with this one, most of the apples are pretty much close to the ground, so we don’t have to climb up on the tree-“

„I bet I’ll climb up faster, Fili!“

„Are you sure you wanna bet?“ You and Bilbo turned around and noticed Fili and Kili standing beneath the tallest apple tree that was at your backyard. You frowned.

But before you could say anything, both of them were already climbing up the tree. You were sure they were climbing up trees before, but still, it made you feel anxious.

„I won!“ You’ve heard Kili’s voice, full of pride, and you chuckled.

„That’s great, so now come down, you two!“ You said, walking into that direction already.

You stood under the tree, looking up, younr hands resting on your hips. Soon, they appeared between the branches. You’ve seen Kili’s happy face, through Fili said.

„If I wouldn’t slipped up, I’d won,“ but he didn’t seemed to be that mad at his brother. Kili jumped down and cheekily smiled at you.

„Oh, here’s my beautiful princess.“ He came to you and kissed your cheek. When he noticed your pouting face, he smirked.

„Someone’s mad, as I can see.“ You narrowed your eyes. His brown eyes widened.

„But I won!“ You sighed and looked into his puppy eyes.

„I’m not doubting that, Kee.“ You looked up.

„You were climbing up trees a lot in Middle-Earth, I guess.“ The brothers grinned.

„Oh, of course we did! You should’ve seen Uncle’s face when Kili fell from one tree when he was little and broke his leg for the first time.“ Fili said and both him and Kili remembered that memory. You pointed to tree where Bilbo was meanwhile picking apples.

„I’d rather not seen his face if something would happened to you now. Anyways, I’ll be over there and picking apples with Bilbo.“ You went to join the hobbit again.

You didn’t noticed the way Fili smirked at his brother, when you were out of earshot.

„So you and Y/N, aye?“ Kili’s eyes widened, but he quickly looked away.

„I don’t know what are you talking about, Fee.“

„Oh, so you don’t know? You are always checking her out, don’t you think I didn’t noticed that.“ Kili’s ears reddened and Fili laughed.

„Alright, we’re courting!“ Fili stopped, looked at his brother, then at you, talking to Bilbo, and started laughing again. Kili furrowed his brows.

„You aren’t supposed to laugh!“ When his older brother didn’t stopped, Kili murmed to himself.

„I’m embarrassed,“ Fili stopped laughing to catch a breath.

„I knew it, I knew you two will end up together! Oh, I won, I can’t believe that!“ Kili’s eyes widened.

„You-you made a bet? With who?!“ Fili smirked.

„There’s a few of them. Now let’s go,“ He said. Kili’s jaw fell.

„Wait what? Who-? How-? When-?“

But Fili was already walking towards you and Bilbo to medium-height tree. Kili did a pouting face and decided to join you.

„What’s the matter?“ Kili walked from the back to you and threw one arm around your shoulders and the other one around Fili’s shoulders.

„I will climb up the tree and pick the apples here, but I need someone to put the baskets down. And to make sure I won’t fall down,“ You said.

„Oh, don’t worry, princess, I will make sure that if you fall, you’ll have a soft landing.“ He winked at you and you felt heat raising to your cheeks. Bilbo cleared his throat.

„I-uh-I’ll go and pick some apples where I can reach,“

You climbed up the tree with an empty basket on your forearm and looked around. You placed the basket between some branches, so it was secure, and started carefully reaching for the apples. Kili, Fili or Bilbo would occasionally tell you where you should step, so you wouldn’t fell down.

„More to the left, lass,“ Fili.

„You’re almost there!“ Bilbo.

And so on.

You were almost done, when one of your feet mistaken a free spot between branches for a branch and you were already falling down.

You fell down on something-well, someone-soft. You’ve heard Kili‘s groaning underneath you.

„Are you okay?“ You asked Kili.

„I’m totally alright, told ya you’ll have a soft landing,“ he grinned at you and you playfully rolled your eyes and gave him a peck on lips. He rolled you over, so now he was on top of you, and started kissing your whole face. You were laughing.

„Kili, we need to finish this before it’ll be dark.“

„Hmm, tomorrow is a day too,“ He argued and you took all the strength you had and rolled him over, so you were on top.

You stood up and noticed Bilbo’s jaw hanging open. Fili looked more...well, he seemed to be pretty proud.

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Legolas goes to an Elven Kingdom with Thranduil to find a wife, and Anolinde is a shunned daughter of the King there due to her unusual silver eyes. Legolas accidentally stumbles across her and falls in love.

A.N: This one definitely could use some editing since it’s one of the first oneshots I wrote for Legolas awhile ago, and the plot moves really fast, but I figured it’ll be fine.

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Anólindë

Warning(s): Self-harm

Word Count: 3,555

Translations at the bottom

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“Anolinde, get to your chambers. King Thranduil of Mirkwood and his son are coming to look over your sisters.” My father hissed urgently, shoving me towards the staircase.

Sighing, I complied, my heart weary in my chest. This was the way it always had been when guests visited the palace. It was like I didn’t even exist. All because of my eyes.

I passed my siblings rooms as I walked to mine. Alaich’s door was open and I could see her primping inside. Sabain was twirling in front of a mirror, trying on a dress. Alfima and Maydail, the twins, were both giggling together over something in a book. And last but not least, Casidh’s room. She was sitting in her window nook, gazing out at the shining river.

She was my favorite sister. She’d never shunned me, and had only acted kindly to me. In fact, she wasn’t even interested in taking a husband. As long as I was unmarried, she wouldn’t marry.

I’d tried to tell her not to do it, but she didn’t care. She would stay true to the vow, even if it broke her heart. And her heart was already breaking because she had fallen in love with a handsome ellon from one of the nearby village.

Next I passed my brothers rooms. Cadwar’s door was closed, but I could hear mumbling inside. Probably him reciting another poem that he was writing for his sweetheart, Olhind.

Then there was Eberen, the eldest. He was gone on a expedition. His room was quiet, and I resisted the urge to snoop through his room.

Finally, I reached my room, a small little space at the very end of the hall. It wasn’t much, just a bed, wardrobe, vanity, and my few trinkets. Sighing, I closed the door and collapsed onto the bed.

How I wished I had green or blue eyes. Maybe brown eyes. Anything but silver. Crazy how just the color of my eyes determined my destiny. Nobody had silver eyes, and they were considered bad luck, a misfortune.

So I was shunned by almost everyone in my family. The exceptions being Casidh and Eberen. But Casidh was just another daughter, and Eberen was gone most of the time.

Suddenly, I lay still, scarcely breathing as I heard a commotion that probably heralded the arrival of King Thranduil and his son. A sly idea popped into my head. What were the chances of me being able to sneak out onto the balcony and watching from there?

Quietly, I slipped out of my room and down the hall. I quickly made my way to the balcony and knelt. There they were, tall and silver-haired. I saw my sisters lined up, and Thranduil walking down the line, pausing here and there to ask a question.

But I paid little attention to him. It was the Prince that caught my eye. I felt my heart skip a beat as I caught sight of his face. The way he brushed the silvery strands of hair out of his face, his strong jawline, and eyes that looked like they would sparkle if given the chance.

But he looked bored, uninterested in my sisters. I could see that Alaich was smitten with him, the way she batted her eyes at him, but he took no notice of her. In fact, he barely glanced at them.

His father watched him closely, and I could almost feel his displeasure at his son’s lack of interest. I was about to leave when the prince happened to glance upwards, and his eyes locked with mine.

I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I scrambled away, and ran back to my room. I only hoped that no one else saw me.

~~~~~

As it turned out, my secret excursion had gone unnoticed by everyone except the prince. I ate in my bedroom, a small servant meal of bread and water, whilst my family dined on roast venison, many fruits and vegetables, pies, cakes, and some of the land’s finest wine.

All I could think about was the prince, mostly about his eyes, which I wanted to see sparkle with joy. And his beautiful long hair… Oh how I wanted to brush my hand through it to see what it felt like.

I ran my fingers through my own long silver hair. It was the only attractive thing about me. Sighing, I flopped down on my bed. If only my life was a daydream…

~~~~~

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, a light was on in my room, and someone was walking through the door. I sat bolt upright and gave a squeak of surprise as I recognized the person.

“Excuse me, I did not mean to disturb your rest, I was looking for… Wait.” The prince said

hurriedly, but then he stopped, his eyes narrowing slightly as he recognized me.

“You were the girl on the balcony. Why were you up there? Were you not supposed to watch?” He asked, walking closer to me.

“Well, no. I was not supposed to watch, but-- well, you wouldn’t understand.” I started to speak, my eyes averted to hide their color, but then I trailed off. He wouldn’t want to listen to the story of my life.

“Maybe I would..” He whispered, and when I looked up at him, I saw that his eyes were blue, beautifully blue.

“I’m the fourth daughter. The hidden one, the one they are ashamed of.” I whispered, feeling the old wound begin to sting.

The prince sat on the bed next to me. “Why are they ashamed of you? There is nothing wrong with you.” He said, and I felt my anger flare.

I stood up and walked a few paces away before turning back around to face him. “Nothing wrong with me? Nothing wrong with me?! Everything’s wrong with me! Have you seen my eyes?! I’m a misfortune! Bad luck!” I yelled at him, feeling the tears cascading down my face as the barriers I had put up crumbled and I felt the anger and sadness I had felt for so long rise again.

The prince slowly walked over to my shaking figure, gently rubbing my back. “Sh, it’s okay. I don’t think you are a misfortune. In fact, I think your eyes are the prettiest part of you!” He murmured, and my sobs slowly became shudders.

“Really?” I whispered, unable to believe it. He nodded.

“I truly believe so.” He said, and led me back to the bed.

“What is your name?” I asked, and he smiled. “Legolas. What is yours?”

Letting a small smile creep onto my face, I whispered, “Anolinde.”

Legolas opened my door, and turned to look at me a last time before he exited the room. I was half-asleep, but I still heard the words he whispered quietly before the door closed.

“I think you are the one I’m looking for. Elei velui.”

~~~~

The next morning, I was awake early, and saw a note slipped under my door.

Dear Anolinde,

Meet me by the river, in the forest as soon as you get this note.

--Legolas

“Hm.” I murmured, putting on a fresh dress before slipping out of my room and out to the river. I arrived in the woods as the sun was first peeking over the hilltops.

Legolas was already waiting, a picnic breakfast spread out for the two of us. He smiled and stood when he saw me, and I was mesmerized by his eyes as they sparkled with joy over my presence.

“Will you join me for breakfast?” He asked, reaching his hand out. I hesitantly slipped my hand into his strong one, and let him lead me to the blanket. Arranging my forest-green skirts once I had sat down, I began to dig into the feast.

It was the best food I had tasted in my life, and I dug in hungrily, sampling a bit of everything. It all tasted heavenly, and I was sure I was going to lose my svelte figure if I continued eating. Legolas watched me, his expression ranging from concerned to amused.

“What do they feed you?” He asked after watching me for several minutes. I answered in-between mouthfuls of a heavenly tasting peach. “Oh, just bread and water.”

“And you being a princess…” He muttered to himself, eyes flashing with anger, and his handsome face marred by a scowl.

“Legolas? Is something wrong?” I asked timidly, noticing his dark expression. He glanced up, and his scowl melted to a smile as his eyes gazed upon my face. “No, it is nothing.” He assured me, standing up. “Let’s go for a walk.”

I’d never been allowed outside this far before, and I marveled at all the flowers and plants. Legolas was normally quite an outdoorsman, but now he was captivated by the beauty walking by his side.

He noticed I rarely made eye-contact with him, probably out of habit because of my eyes. He didn’t notice a single thing other than me during our walk, and he was reluctant to let me go back to my tiny room in the corner of the castle.

But in the end, I got nervous about my absence being noticed, and hurried back to the castle. But when I reached the steps, I stopped and turned around, looking back at him as he gazed out

at the lake.

“What are you doing out here!? Quick, get inside before you are seen!” My father grabbed my shoulder and yanked me inside. Then he began to lecture me as I was quickly escorted back to my room.

“I don’t want to see your face until they are gone, do you understand me?” He hissed, and I nodded, the tears welling in my eyes.

“Don’t dream about that prince, he’ll never want you. You’re a monster, a freak, nothing but bad luck.” My father said sternly, and I nodded again, the tears streaming down my face.

Once I heard his footsteps fade away, I ran to the bed, throwing myself down on it as I wept. My pillow muffled my violent sobs as I cried myself to sleep.

~~~~~~

Late that night, Legolas crept into my room, curious about why I had disappeared. He found me sleeping fitfully, my face swollen from hours of weeping.

“Melleth nin, what is wrong?” He asked anxiously, his voice quiet and soothing. He tried to brush the hair out of my face, but I swatted his hand away. Somehow, I didn’t even notice the endearment he called me by.

“Go away, I’m a monster, you’ll never want me. Adar said so.” I rasped out, my voice rough from crying.

“I don’t care what your Father says. I-I love you.” Legolas whispered, and I slowly lifted my head, revealing my bloody face. My eyes were clouded and bloody. I had scratched at my eyes, desperate to remove the thing that controlled my life.

“Anolinde.” Legolas breathed, horror spreading through his body at what I had done. “What have you done?” He whispered.

“Only what was necessary… Legolas, am I beautiful now? My eyes are no longer silver, are they?” I pleaded, but Legolas shook his head, a gesture I could not see. I wondered if he thought I was in pain. But it was nothing but a dull ache now, the herbs had helped. After my father’s talk, I had felt desperate, needing to do something to remove the eyes that had caused me so much pain. Perhaps then I could be normal.

“No Anolinde, I loved your eyes. They shone like stars in the night sky. Stars only I could see.” He said sadly, and I felt shame rise inside me. What had I done to myself?

“But I still love you. So much more. Good night Melleth nin, losto vae.” He said, rising and walking out of the room. Perhaps now was the time to talk with his Father.

~~~~~~

He strode quickly to his father’s chambers, his mind muddled with anger over the lengths I had gone to, trying to earn my family’s favor. He knocked loudly on his father’s door before entering.

Thranduil turned to look at his son, his blue eyes glancing at every little detail on Legolas’ face.

“What is wrong?” He asked quietly, slowly walking over to Legolas’ side. Legolas sighed, feeling the anger fade away to sadness as tears welling in his eyes.

“Ada, you wouldn’t understand.” He whispered, and a small, sad smile decorated Thranduil’s face as he heard the long-unheard title. But then he was shocked to see the tears running down Legolas’ face when he looked up.

“Legolas, why do you weep?” He asked, concerned. Legolas shook his head, but the story spilled out from his lips.

“Do you know that they have another daughter? One who is shunned, and treated like a monster, a freak, because she has silver eyes? One who was driven to the point of blinding herself because she didn’t want to be treated like she was? It hurts me Adar, so much, because I love her. But she doesn’t love herself.”

Thranduil stood in silence for a moment. “I cannot believe it. Take me to her.” He commanded, and Legolas looked up at his father, hope springing in his eyes.

~~~~~~~~

He led his father down the hallways, until they reached my room. Legolas knocked quietly, and then opened the door. I still lay in my bed, fast asleep. But I heard the quiet footsteps, and jolted awake.

“Who’s there?” I whispered, fear trickling into my voice. Legolas’ breath caught in his throat and he rushed to my side. “It is just me, and my Adar. He wanted to speak with you, my darling.” He said gently, sliding his arms around me.

Thranduil stood and stared at my slim figure, bloodstained cheeks, and swollen eyes. “By the Valar…” He whispered at the horrible sight. Then he saw his son. He saw the way he held me so tenderly, the way he looked at me like I was the most precious thing on earth. He’d never looked this way at anyone before.

“Lady Anolinde, I plan to speak with your father about this. You have in no way deserved to be treated like this.” Thranduil said, but I began to shake in Legolas’ arms.

“NO! Please don’t tell my Father, he will punish me!” I wailed, and Legolas held me tighter as I thrashed about.

“Anolinde, please. You’re okay.” He whispered into my ear, and I eventually quieted down. I fell asleep snuggled up against his chest, his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~

In the morning, I woke up alone, silence permeating the room. I reached out, trying to find my way out of bed, but my hand met nothing but air. Trying again, I found the edge of the bed, and scooted forwards.

But I stopped as footsteps sounded outside my room. I heard the door slid open, and someone stepped into my room.

“Anolinde? It’s me, Legolas. I-I brought something for you.” Came a soft voice, and I smiled.

“What is it?” I asked, but then something was laid into my lap. It was soft and silky. A realization dawned on me as I felt the material.

“Is it a wedding dress?” I asked softly, and there was a long pause, during which I guessed Legolas nodded. “Uh, yes. It was my Naneth’s.”

Sighing softly, I pushed the dress back into Legolas’ hands. “I can’t take it. You can’t possibly want me now that I’m blind. Marry one of my sisters, and find happiness elsewhere. That’s all I want for you.” I said, blinking back tears.

“But that’s just it, Anolinde,” Legolas said, his hands sliding into mine. “I only want you. I’ve never felt this way towards any other elleth before. I have eyes only for you.” He whispered, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. But then he drew back. “I will leave you to get dressed. My Father has written to Lord Elrond. He will come quickly to marry us. I will wait outside the door for you.”

I processed the information, and was about to speak when I heard the door click shut. Slowly, I got into the dress, but found myself unable to tie it up in the back. Drawing a deep breath, I inched over to the door.

“Legolas? I need your help. I can’t tie up the back of the dress.” I murmured, feeling sure that my cheeks had flushed pink.

“Of course Melleth nin.” Legolas said, and led me back into the room, closing the door behind himself. Then he proceeded to gently lace up the back of my dress.

Once when his finger touched my back, I felt a shiver go up my spine. But then Legolas stepped backwards, exhaling as he took in my beautiful figure.

“You look amazing.” He said, his tone sounding like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and at that moment, I wished I could see. See his face, his expression. See myself and what I looked like.

“Am I really that beautiful?” I asked him quietly, and his soft voice made me tingle all over. “Oh, yes… More beautiful than the moon and stars.”

I jumped as he started to play with my hair. But then I relaxed as I realized he was braiding it. I loved the feel of his fingers in my hair, softly moving the strands of hair to form an intricate bridal braid.

Then, taking my hand in his, he led me down the hallway, and outside. I smiled as I smelled the fresh, warm air. I could faintly hear voices, recognizing one of them as Thranduil’s. The other I supposed was Elrond.

“Lord Elrond, here is Lady Anolinde.” Legolas said, and I stood uncertainly. Then I heard a soft exclamation from Elrond as a hand took mine from Legolas.

“Lady Anolinde , I am going to try and heal your eyesight. I cannot guarantee that it will work though. Sometimes wounds like this need a spiritual healing. A type that I cannot give.” He said softly, and then I felt his hands frame my face as he whispered an ancient Elvish chant.

But then he stepped away. “This I cannot heal. The healing needs to be done by yourself Lady Anolinde. I am deeply sorry.”

I smiled sadly. “That is okay.” But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. I had never know how much I loved being able to see, until I had taken it from myself.

I felt Legolas’ hands slide into mine and Lord Elrond began to speak. Then I was asked to repeat a phrase, Legolas prompting me. But just before Elrond could pronounce us husband and wife, a shout rose up from the direction of the castle.

I shrank close to Legolas as I heard footsteps pounding towards the spot where we were.

“What are you doing with my daughter?” Said my father angrily. I turned toward the direction of his voice, and heard his gasp.

“What has happened to her? What did you do?” He asked angrily, but Legolas interrupted him.

“No, you mean what have you done to her! She tore at her own eyes because of your treatment to her!” He said, and I could tell he was trying to hold back his anger.

I tried to listen to the conversation, but a heavy wave of dizziness swept over me, and I leaned against Legolas, feeling my consciousness drift away.

“Legolas…” I whispered before feeling myself slide to the ground.

~~~~~~~~~

“Anolinde? Can you hear me? Anolinde?”

I heard the voices from far away, but felt too tired to open my eyes. As I rested longer, I became aware of a hand in mine. It gently rubbed a finger over mine, tracing circles.

“Do you think she’s okay?” Came a worried voice, and I recognized it as Legolas. Lord Elrond answered him.

“I should think so, she just won’t wake. But there is an energy radiating off her. A healing energy. I don’t want to wake her if she’s healing herself.”

I thought about that, and figured I could rest still longer, but then I felt a droplet of water hit my face.

“My son, do not weep for her. She will be fine.” Thranduil said, and I realized with a jolt that Legolas wept for me. My eyes flashed open, and I saw a blurry figure above me.

“Don’t weep, please.” I whispered, blinking my eyes to dispel the blurriness. Legolas looked at me, and his face lit up, brighter than the sun as he saw my clear eyes.

“You can see!” He cried, hugging me close. I buried my face in his long hair, inhaling the woody scent that was him.

He helped me to my feet, and Elrond concluded the ceremony, finally giving permission for Legolas to kiss me.

He looked at me, his blue eyes taking in every little detail of my face. “I still think your eyes are more beautiful than the stars.” He whispered as he leaned in. My silver eyes closed as his lips met mine in a blissful kiss.

And that’s what you are, more beautiful than the stars.

Ellon--Elf man

Elei velui--Sweet dreams

Melleth nin--My love

Adar--Father

Losto vae--Sleep well

Ada--Daddy

Naneth--Mother

Elleth--Elf woman

#Anolinde #legolas #legolas x oc #self harm #lotr #elves #thranduil #you are gorgeous just the way you are #fanfic #fanfiction

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Just Leave Pt 2

Midway through the forest while you sat up on watch you glanced at Bilbo after another long day of muttered comments on how the Elf King would behave around Thorin and his kin. For a month you had stayed in Rivendell. First for your healing but then for a week of being praised and partied around celebrating the great victorious defeat of Sauron without having to cross to Mordor or risk a single drop of blood past the small scrapes you three got in the fall from the waterfall fawned over by the Elves until they had healed entirely. One birthday wish down. And with poor Bilbo, who had had his fill of complaints as well with a wish of his own on the horizon you subtly said, “You know, if you really wanted to get back at them you could make good use of that birthday wish of yours.”

Bilbo’s head turned to look you over asking, “Good use? Hobbits do not normally have birthday wishes, we give favors on our celebrations of birth.” At your lingering smirk he asked, “Why? What were you thinking of?”

“Oh, just something to force the Kings to learn to get along.”

A smirk now ghosted across his lips in a scoot closer to your side asking as if to learn a secret, “Such as?”

Echoing through the trees an ear ringing shriek led to arms being drawn and heavily from the chest you slammed into down into the leaf coated dirt you whimpered wavering, “Get it off-!”

Webs pulled off of your head were thrown away and between three warm Dwarves while you curled up with trembling hands lifting to your head with Bofur humming out, “You’re safe now, webs are off you.”

“Don’t let them touch me,” Again you shivered tapping your forehead to his shoulder, “Left me dangling, for days,” Clearly trapped in a flashback to a terribly cruel prank involving giant spiders switching the Dwarves to consoling mode.

Having followed the screams Elves circled the group only to be met with scowls and Bombur barking out, “Give the Lass a moment for Manwe’s sake.” Eyes shifted to you taking in your hyperventilating self surrounded by the Dwarves who uncurled your hands to gently squeeze to timed counts to breathe in and out until you calmed again. Clear view of your unique eyes however had those widening on the Elves who sheathed their weapons to guide you to the Palace.

Once inside however the smooth velvety voice of the Elf King washed over you while approaching his raised antler topped throne he was walking down its steps. “One might only imagine something grander than a stroll through my forest to be the goal, young Prince Oakenshield.” Earning a scowl from Thorin avoided in the glance your way, “And our Miss Pear, we are most interested in learning of how we may cater to your wishes. Hunger is obvious, any other demands past the supper already being cooked while we speak for your current comfort?”

“Could we have cake too?” His brow twitched and you added, “It’s Bilbo’s birthday, so it needs candles for him to blow out for his wish.” Luring a ghost of a grin across his lips.

To lovely apartments you were led allowed to bathe and change before the hearty dinner followed by the candle topped cake Bilbo smiled at enjoying his first selfish birthday gift to himself with a second slightly less selfish gift you might enjoy as well, his wish. The candle was blown out and it wasn’t until lunch the following day after a breakfast alone with the King and Prince off on a slew of meetings that his wish was enacted. Around the table you all settled and it all began with a question of why the Elf King should let them go.

Three hours you and Bilbo left the King’s locked in a dance duel, something Hobbitish in step close to a River Dance leaving the duo hop stepping around one another. Still arguing, refusing to allow the other to win verbally or in endurance steeping down to the unspoken loathing their races held for one another since the days of long dead Thingol’s slights to their distant Dwarf kin leading to centuries of war between them.

Post raiding and conquering of the kitchens you and Bilbo had amassed a hefty supply of cookies and mini cakes that upon a cart was wheeled back to the doorway of the Throne Room halting the argument leaving the still bounding Kings with sweat beading on their foreheads turned their heads to follow the tantalizing scents wafting their way.

Thorin muttered, “Is that chocolate cake?”

“Yup,” You said lifting a piece you popped between your lips leaning against the doorway beside a guard stealing a peek your way, “Too bad you can’t stop arguing to enjoy some.”

The pair narrowed their eyes at your finger wave saying, “Found a lovely garden that way, we’ll just lounge and, indulge I suppose.” Slipping from the doorway sneaking a cookie into the hands of the guards on either side of the door mentally planning their arm to inch up behind their shield and staffs to nibble on them.

Bathed and casually dressed the duo joined your mini tea party with lanterns to light it supplied by a slew of Elleths amused at your momentary coup on a small scale in the Kingdom grateful for something so scandalous to have to gossip about long after your group had gone. Stoically the duo tucked their legs in accepting their tea and cakes sipping between bites refusing to acknowledge how they had met the compromise or terms in said agreement.

Two note whistle, like that of calling a pet inside had even Bilbo flinching then clasping his hands over his mouth to the growl following. Flung into the treasury an enchanted book flew flapping wildly a few moments until the stunned Dragon, on whose snout it landed stood crosseyed staring at the book. Glowing suddenly, rapidly into the book Smaug was sucked leaving simply a portrait of the Dragon inside the book that flapped its way back to you like an awkward bird. Binding itself shut with the leather strip tucking itself into a sturdy knot like the one you had undid to let it fly.

Turned around you grinned at the wide eyed Company and Elf King among his selected guards and Son eyeing you and the book you showed them the cover of, “Dragon book, best way to transport wild Dragons from peaceful towns they end up in accidentally.”

Thranduil, “He holds a chance to escape then?”

“No, you have to know the incantation to let them out, and I don’t know the incantation so he’s trapped for good.”

Thorin, “How do you not know the incantation? What would happen if you got sucked into it? How would we release you?!”

“For one, the incantation card is extra upon purchase, I lacked the ten galleons to afford both. Two. Clearly the answer is in the title, Dragon book, if I was a Dragon you’d be toast you adorably flammable Teddy Bear King you.” The words were enough to make him blush but the simple gentle play pinch to his cheeks marking a subtle signed gesture of an endearment of sweet cheeks traded between lovers had his face shifting bright red to the chortles from his Nephews and muffled squeals from the rest of the Company watching his numb footed stomp into the Treasure Hoard.

Barking out of nerves he spoke hurrying Bilbo to his hired task, “Bilbo! Arkenstone!” Two words and he flopped down to sit dangling his legs off the end of the platform to watch the Hobbit scurry down to the gold he timidly toed his way then sank down to scour the hoard.

Amused beyond words with a hint of what you’d done Thranduil turned to see you tug your sleeves up after adding your book to your bag again. “Okay, let’s see what we can do with this dust bunny.” From the holster hidden in your pocket out your wand came as you muttered, “Bound to be lanterns somewhere,” a ball of light floated upwards and on an invisible tether hovered above your path out of sight of the still calming Company lost to their gossip. Simple sweeping spells and flaming orbs to light the lanterns and chandeliers Thranduil pointed out to you a good chunk of the level was cleared and in the kitchen you stopped leaving an army of mopping and dusting cleaning supplies to finish the new sparkle to this level.

A shriek from you came after a muffled explosion turning the heads of the Company seeing you skidding coated in soap bubbles to your carpet bag to find a book you flipped through then raced back once returning the book muttering, “Forgot the toadestum.” Having snuck behind you Ori drew laughed at the massive bubble beard and star shaped hairstyle even making Nori envious luring the rest to try and play through helping you defeat your bubbly foe. Even the Elves had to laugh at being coated in bubbles while you finished mending the kitchen and before long a meal was prepped.

Thorin didn’t know this bubbling inside him, somewhere between your words and his lingering stare at the gold, that when fetching Bilbo you fired off a too late cleansing spell into the hoard to sweep through while you were eating, something had changed in him. Something was festering. Images kept popping up, you in tears in that fight, the storm off afterwards, that painful skirmish before Rivendell.

His mind lingered on that a long while even before this, you had fought not days prior and still you threw a cauldron and yourself between him and certain death nearly dying after having saved his heirs from the same fate. Never sharing why, not being asked to. He couldn’t understand it. Every night since the sight of you being blasted off that ledge in Rivendell and just a while ago hurling a book through the Treasure Hoard doorway.

You were a nuisance, a hindrance, a burden, he didn’t believe that, he never did. Even women outside of their own kin are treasures and meant to be guarded as such. Yet the stab to his gut hearing you were in pain, an illness later shared to possibly have been fatal had they not gone to Rivendell, had he not let you stop. He could have killed you, left you miserable to either painfully until the day you wouldn’t wake up leading to a regrettable burial and a life shattering waste of a precious life that could have been so wonderful had he only noticed what was wrong behind what he deemed laziness.

Something, something was wrong as halfway through the tasteless dessert as his kin laughed and spoke joyously across the candle lit table he caught your eye in a silent pause. He was scowling, locked in a firm glare at all set before him and unable to break it the expression held and in your eyes he could see the truth, something was wrong, and you knew.

That was the start of it, the Elf group had halfway missed their window to leave, remaining only at your hushed request to stay convincing the stubborn Elf King that the darkening gaze of Dwarf King barking again at Bilbo to ‘search faster’ for his stone ignoring the agreement to locate and hand over the gems.

Bilbo however like many creatures possessing a bladder required a break and in said break Thranduil again spoke his peace. “King Thorin, we have an agreement.”

“I would not-,” pressing a hand to his chest Thorin groaned luring his kin closer while you flashed a quick grin to the confused Elf King who glanced your way as if you could help him somehow. “Ever,” growling now in his ever mounting rage, glaring holes into the Elves all looking him over as he seemed to be shrinking into his heavy layers. “Hand,” again he groaned lowering to all fours in a struggle with something to the jaw dropping sight of his hair turning blonde with a tinge of red to it falling down into his face at his crown falling heavily from his shrinking head to the floor.

“Thorin!” Dwalin cried out dropping down peering into the mess of layers of armor and furs wondering what became of his cousin only to pause at the now tooth baring fennec fox in the mess of clothes growling up at Thranduil upon seeing him again.

“Temper temper,” You mused and after a squeak from Thorin in seeing his paws and snout he shifted using his polished chest plate to gain a wide eyed ear raised look at himself sending him sprinting for your feet.

“Change me back!!” Even Gandalf stared to his growls to the Elf King and reach up on his hind legs causing you to lift him to be tucked into your arms in front of your chest.

Deaf to his curses to the other stunned King understanding him clearly you replied, “I can’t change you back only you can do that.” That had his ears and lids dropping in a fierce growling glare to Thranduil trying not to smirk at this new development.

With a hand holding him your other settled it’s fingertips into his head and trying to fight the intimate action he didn’t give you permission for his growls staggered off to the start of a scalp massage. Steadily his head would droop to your bicep then lift again for another pitiful growl with half hearted curses for the other King now pleasantly joining you for another tea before bed calling it a day. On the cusp of another bad storm sure to darken the mountain by blocking the only natural light you had luring yawns from you deciding you were sleeping soon whether they agreed or not.

Sleep soon came and the grumbling arguments from the fox had Thorin scurrying after you following as you carried your bags to the room you had chosen, one of the finest guest quarters in the Royal Wing without runes etched into the door plaque for who had once lived there. All in purple and grey with speckled furs across the bed you plopped onto and burrowed in ready to sleep. Avoiding being left to the Elves’ watch or reach across the bed he hurried to dive nose first under the top fur on the pile bunched up behind your back. Even covered in fur still he wanted to hide knowing his now vulnerable tiny self could easily be killed if any deemed possible. He couldn’t leave it to chance so he slept with he person who rolled the least while they slept.

Dreams wracked with terrors of sinking into gold and memories of the sacking of Erebor flooded his dream only sending him from behind your back to hop over you. Too terrified to sleep without the embarrassing fact of needing to be held, behind you he was still in the open even hidden by furs, so under your curled arm he turned curling up nipping the furs higher and at the lowering of his head like magic when your head pressed to the back of his he was asleep again. No more nightmares, no more heart racing, at least until he opened his eyes and found your arm still around him, though now laying across his side as he laid out butt naked in front of you.

Something was different. For all the imaginations of nights with his future spouse he never imagined it would be like this. Dreaming of spooning and actually doing it were two different things, and even so vastly different than with his cousins to keep warm there was something about having another shaped so daintily to his boulder of a self melded against his back. Arm draped so carelessly around him yet assuring that the partner was still there with a chance at some beard teasing or stroking of chest hair or rubbing of bellies. Legs tangled with ease tangled up granting his trunk like thighs to feel the hidden muscle in your longer pair seeming more twig like at a distance for his liking.

So far from women he had grown with, both Hobbit and Dam, curves were there, with ample muscle hidden beneath them to sustain yourself. Surely you could use some plumping up, he mused to himself. Lost to plans of banquets and designs to fuel his marketplace to fill your bare pantry reminded to him by the faint growl of your belly causing you to burrow more into his back. A learned trait of refusing to allow your hunger to lecture what you would do, at first the growls were so loud and now it was as if the stubborn will of your belly had lost all hope of being full ever again lowering its growl to something closer of a huff at being found empty once again. Hunger shouldn’t bother him, months traveling for want of a home and a little hunger on the list of issues surely shouldn’t make it to the top ten. Eleven surely, but with Dragons to fight who wouldn’t expect a bit of hunger.

Ever so gently the fingers across his chest ghosted through the short raven hairs between his pectorals rising and falling between breaths that hitched at the motion. Sudden surge of blood south from what could only have been a graze of lips across his heated back found his hand timidly lifting your arm he used a pillow to prop up in his slide out. Off the foot of the bed he collected a spare fur to drape around himself on his scurry from your apartment back to his. Once the door was eased shut behind him soundlessly down the hall he tiptoed to sneak into his own apartment where his boots and clothes were waiting for him.

Arguments and insults melted between swirling notions of being yours. Onto his bed he sprawled unable to fight the fire in his body demanding a release triggered by that innocent path of fingers and lips. Just a Wizard. He was a King. No need for a Queen, that thought stunned him. Surely Fili and Kili were his heirs and technically he didn’t have a need for heirs but it would still be his people’s hope to marry and have a child one day, especially since he was King so young to his people. But why did Queen pop into his head. Surely it must have been the reaction to the touch of another while naked. Nothing more. There was too much damage to bear should he ever consider possibly courting you, not that he wanted to.

Again he sat across from Thranduil not listening to the nonsense tale he was sharing, clearly aware the Dwarf King was not paying him any mind at all and merely was entertaining a question from young Ori. Every inch of you was detailed, clad in sweats and a baggy tank top with low dipped sleeves under an open cardigan his eyes dipped to the barely visible ink on your side. Your shirt was bunched up in the sideways tucked position you held in your chair along the wall by the roaring fire sketching away once again. Narrowing his eyes out he barked through another slurred hiss of arguments in Smaug’s voice the Elves were not to be trusted along with his kin, “Miss Pear, what is that you are doing?”

Up your eyes turned and you replied, “Sketching. Trying to remember exactly how a hawk is decorated.”

“Why hawk? There are ample raven in this peak for you to sketch.” The tale had halted a moment granting the others a glance between you.

“True, but I’m making a sketch of a knight who has a messenger hawk, little face mask and all.”

Fili, “Hawk aren’t nocturnal. And what would a mask have to do with the two?”

“No, a Knight, it’s, back home when a soldier reaches a certain peak in their career for a noble act or simply out of benefit for a task requiring a title they are Knighted by the King and they are dubbed Sir, Such and Such.”

Kili chortled, “Such and Such, nonsense title.”

You sighed and Gloin said, “Clearly she means had you been Knighted you would be Sir Kili.” Earning a nod from the young Prince while Gloin looked to you, “We have similar ranks for soldiers, however, your Sirs are masked?”

“No, the mask is for the hawk.” Turning the Elf King’s head to face you, “I think it’s like putting blinders on horses, keeps them focused. When the Knight rides he keeps the hawk masked and when he takes the mask off and secured the note in its bag then he lets go of the leather straps around its ankle and it flies back off to the castle where the King’s messenger will take the message to the King.”

Thranduil asked, “Why hawks?”

“They also use pigeons.”

Fili muttered, “Pigeon?” causing a few of his relatives to shrug.

“Small birds can only fly so far, most eagle breeds are hard to domesticate and train. Hawks are smaller.”

Thorin muttered again, “Masked Hawks, ravens would be a finer touch to any artwork.” Then once Thranduil had turned to speak to Ori again Thorin said, “In the morning you will sketch my portrait. Surely our guests would not mind sending paint supplies for you. Take it as a sign of respect.”

Thranduil said, “My artists are gathering paint supplies as we speak, Miss Pear’s artwork is quite unique and we cannot wait to see more of it in the future. Including what she might make of your portrait.”

Stationed dramatically around the throne with Arkenstone above them glowing the Durins stood while Thorin sat dramatically in armor and furs. “Stop moving!” he growled to Fili whose nose twitched at a firefly landing on it.

“They keep landing on my nose,” he said wiggling his nose.

“Do not move again. Miss Pear requires perfect stillness.” He said with eyes darkening revealing his souring mood as Smaug’s hisses picked up again that his kin were spoiling his moment and didn’t respect his claim as King. Each would try to take his crown and stone causing him to growl to himself in thought.

“No growling Thorin,” you said snapping his eyes to you, “Makes your forehead wrinkle. Again he growled but this time lower making you reply, “I heard that,” finishing the sketch off.

To a bug flying up his nose Kili doubled over in a hard sneeze his eyes watered in fighting against. “KILI!”

“Oh you’re fine!” You barked back snapping his eyes to you in a dark glare earning a glare for him in return he would have swooned at if he hadn’t felt a sharp stab in his chest. Hard his hand clapped to his chest plate at the ripple of hair from black to blonde with hints of red in it before his body dropped in the pile his clothes and armor made. Deep in your memory you locked the image of fennec Thorin climbing out from the center of his crown to glare at everyone before hopping out muttering to himself to go and find somewhere to hide and calm down. Silently you giggled to yourself nodding your head to the guys saying, “You can take a break. I can always come and check for coloring and whatnot, I could draw you all in your sleep.”

Off they went and once they were gone you smirked summoning a second easel to start sketching the clothes and crown filled throne to be centered by the glaring fox to complete the painting for your own amusement, and hopefully one day Thorin’s. If he ever grew a sense of humor from that temper of his.

Unable to sleep you sat up painting the portrait that halfway through you had to stand from the painful stool offered to you as the tallest they could find to match the easel. Onto his throne under your watch Thorin had slept in his pile of clothes waking just as infuriated as he was upon falling asleep. Stretching however he hopped off the throne scurrying over to your side standing on his back legs trying to see, “I can’t see it.”

Up you lifted him into your arm and with a far kinder expression you sat Thorin in the center of his far more relaxed kin around his throne for the grin inducing portrait just sending him muttering to join the others in waiting for breakfast. Smirking to the Elves you finished drying your brushes and sent them to your room and left the painting to hover as the easel and spare canvas were off to your room as well to be finished later. “You truly captured his glare,” Thranduil teased at the fox sketch making you smirk to yourself, “The other was masterfully done. A regal yet relaxed expression. Perhaps I might gain one from you as well.”

“No problem, and I think I’m wearing him down on his temper.” Making the King’s brow arch up curiously in your turn for food. Seven times he had turned to a fox and back again with no sign of improvement for anyone else but you. Surely those from the Iron Hills would be along soon enough and something would have to be done to ensure the King would keep his throne from any usurpers.

The portrait had been framed by Bifur and Bofur using gold from the forges with it hung up in the hall of Kings portraits you had restored to its former glory before the fires stirring another tug in Thorin’s chest. So much you had done for his kin and still nothing seemed to be good enough to repay you. Another early morning naked sneak back to his rooms had begun his day and to breakfast covering the table he joined the others who saw clearly without your cardigan in the warm dining hall you were in an open sided tank top revealing all your artwork above the waist. Fili broke the silent stare of his uncle by asking, “Miss Pear, any plans for today?”

Glancing up at him you said, “Thought I might draft up a few more ideas for how to color my jackalope tattoo. Had half a thought on trying to re-pierce the top of my ear but I keep chickening out.”

Gloin asked, “You have had it pierced before? That is a marker for a lost parent.” His head shifted conforming the other was pierced as well, “You were an orphan?”

“Yes, no family waiting for me back home. I had to take it out last time I saw my doctor and it healed over. I don’t think the guy who did it set it right where it would heal.”

Moving closer Gloin raised a hand asking, “May I?” You nodded and he gently eased a stray strip of loose curls hanging from your messy bun to see your ear with two piercings already at the base and one in the middle underneath the scar bearing top with an edge with a slat edge in the rim. “Yes, you have a blade scuff. He should have shifted it higher a notch. Rather easy to mend, if you might allow me the right to the ceremony.”

In his step back you asked, “You do piercings?”

His smile puffed out, “Yes, my father’s line bears a long lineage of aiding skin painters with the piercing rituals that go along with other forms of our skin adornments. Should you choose to aid our kin by becoming our skin painter I would be honored to take up the mantle so to speak.”

Glancing Thorin’s way you asked, “I could have a tattoo shop here?”

Thorin gruffly replied, “We could not guarantee your safety were you to leave. Skin painters are sacred roles to our kin. Where else would you go?” Palms smoothed over faces behind you with pointed stares to the Dwarf King who asked, “Was it not so in your former lands?”

“No. I chose tattooing because it let me work with my art every day to my own schedule and be able to pay for my brother’s care and schooling.”

Kili asked, “You have a brother?”

Fili, “He must miss you terribly!”

“He died,” you said turning back to the kitchen to fetch the water pitcher, “Just me now.”

Bilbo followed you to claim more of the food, “Not just you. You have us now.” He eyed the bunnies on your side asking, “Does it hurt? Your markings? They are quite unique,” he said getting a better look at your turn sideways opening the slit there more for a clear look of the owl clouds and cloud bunnies underneath.

“Certain spots hurt more than others but more for the position to get the artwork done all the other artists wanted to change the bunnies but my brother drew them for me on a birthday card, didn’t want to change a thing.”

Bilbo’s brows inched up, “You did this?”

“I do all my own tattoos. Just ask for help on piercings, nearly passed out on my naval one watching the needle. Had to lay down for a bit.”

Legolas, “Understandably, to push heated metal through ones skin, must be painful.”

Your brow arched up and Thorin barked out, “We shall find the proper location for your shop once breakfast is through. Come, eat. Gloin will ready the preparations after we have settled you in and then we might arrange our markers in your schedule.”

You looked his way moving to the chair he eased out for you trailing your path the whole way, stealing a closer look at your art in the chance putting you on his left, “Your markers?”

Thorin, “Yes, each of us has faced quite the victory, I shall be requiring a victorious battle marker as well as one for my crowning while Dwalin shall be Master at Arms and Balin Chief Advisor.”

“Don’t you have a brother?” you asked and the table hushed a moment when he sat looking at you, “In the books it says you have one, F-R-E-R-I-N, is the first R silent? I could never understand how to pronounce it correctly.”

Thorin wet his lips eyeing the water pitcher hovering to fill his glass then yours on its way around the table, “Frerin,” he lowly rumbled back, “He is lost wandering with my Father, Thrain.”

“I’m sorry, the book just mentions you have one, not what happened to him.” You glanced at him and asked, “So, who do you get the eyes from?” That had his brow lifting up, “Plus I always had the notion there’s a bit of Hobbit blood in your line, but that’s just me. Others assume that the Durin line wouldn’t take Hobbit brides or husbands to taint the noble Longbeard bloodline.”

That had his head tilting slightly in a prop of his arms on the arms of his chairs, “Who would claim to know what taints our bloodline?”

Bilbo muttered, “Some Hobbit blood would do the clan some good.” Making you and some of the group smirk.

Thorin cleared his throat and you answered, “Monarchies are always about bloodlines. Respectable clans and best chosen mate for babies and whatnot.”

“How would Hobbit blood-,”

“I don’t think that, but some would assume that Dwarves would want to be ruled by a full blooded Dwarf.”

Thorin curtly rumbled back, “A sliver of Dwarf blood makes anyone a full blooded Dwarf.” He let out a breath seeing the anxious nip at your lip to calm yourself assuming you’d insulted him and added, “My Father and Mother are half Hobbit. And they both have blue eyes, however I prefer to imagine I have my Gran’s shade of blue and Thror’s dark hair.”

“Well, I can always check my textbooks later and see what I can wrangle up on a locator charm. Even if it backfires again the green hair only lasts three months.”

Balin, “Green hair?”

You nodded, “It’s a pretty finicky charm, but the shade suits my eyes I think.”

Near to a growl Thorin rumbled, “Do not risk your hair. Eventually we shall find them.”

“I can manage something.” Pointedly he looked at you again making you huff and shift in your seat to fill your plate.

“This is our old skin painter shop.”

“And I can decorate how I want?” You asked about the charred husk of a shop with a chunk of the wall missing from a tail blow.

“However you find comforting to work.” Thorin rumbled back.

Fixing the wall with a wave of your hand the natural stone coloring came back and across one wall you coated the built in benches with plush cushions and Gloin showed you the piercing section of the room you summoned some painted screens you had gathered from your bag along with curtains to divide the back private section for tattoos on more sensitive body parts. A full bath in the back wall spruced itself up while the cupboard for supplies fixed its shelves and cubbies again. Along the walls artwork you had gathered along with trinkets and décor filled the walls of cubbies to go with the vast supply of candles to fill the crystal ship chandeliers secured by enchanted chains bound to the beams above replacing whatever the old ones used to be. Mirrors hung up randomly in lines like bubbles helped to scatter the light around the room to brighten it comfortably, namely for the waiting area with couches near the display for artwork books you had done for others.

Warmly Thorin’s hand patted on your back in an affirming motion. One lingering gaze over your face and your focus turned to Gloin who grinned motioning you back to his station. Names of your parents were gathered and to candles lit and incense burned he hummed and sang a deep throated lullaby of a tune while readying the needle to add the cuff earring he had forged for you through the night. Closing your eyes a slow exhale later and the sting came and went followed by one from the retraction and placing of the cuff to go with the second to replace the stud in your other ear.

In front of your open planner each Dwarf drew out the markers they would want to size and where they would want them. “These aren’t that bad I could finish them today if you would want?”

Balin grinned kindly saying, “It is custom to do this alone and to prepare for them. Is there any preparation you would require from us?”

Shaking your head you said, “Past eating and drinking before coming I can shave the spot and handle the rest here.”

Fili, “Shave?!”

You nodded, “Even with me everyone has tiny hairs that have to be shaved off for the needle to work properly or the ink won’t set.” Bringing over his sketch you showed him, extending fingers just a bit bigger than the sketch, “It would just be a strip this big, and it should grow back fast after, the tattoo heals in a matter of days and the hair already should be growing back by then.”

Thorin, “Days? The marker heals in days? Ours take weeks to heal.”

“Depending on how large the piece is. And sometimes I may have to split the process into chunks, outline and coloring separate or the major piece and background later,” showing him your owl tattoo you said, “I did outline first then color for the vines, the background was next with the actual owl last to contrast the night sky just right. The lower half came three months later once the top had healed and the bunny tracks on my thigh came a month after that.”

The last sentence had Thorin’s heated gaze fixed on your thigh wondering what else your lower layers were hiding and just what sort of naval piercing you had gotten to know what sort of a partner you were searching for, uncertain of why, he merely had to know. Absolutely had to without care to the thoughts of anyone who might object.

“Do your skin painters display their body art or would I have to cover up? Because it does get warm depending on how long I am working sometimes. Nice to wear less layers to work in.” Thorin didn’t fully hear the question, merely took notice of Dwain’s hand tapping your arm to get a better look at your jackalope tattoo.

Dwalin, “Wear what you are comfortable in. The rank of skin painter is a sacred one, no social standings will be forced upon you. Everyone no doubt will enjoy witnessing the final product of this, creature.”

“Jackalope, very rare to find, bring patience and kind thoughts to those who befriend them.”

Ori asked, “Kind thoughts?”

“They tend to stumble upon people who aren’t very kind to themselves, the ones who need it most.” A groan from Thorin came in the culmination of the hissing thoughts in his mind and his clothes dropped with his fox self scurrying over to curl up halfway sitting on your foot after knocking his head uselessly into Dwalin’s ankle. “Mom hoped by naming me after their Queen in an old children’s tale they would show up around the house. Like that old myth you paint leprechauns in the yard and they bury their gold on your land assuming it’s their own territory.” You said bending to pick up the King as his clothes folded themselves and flew back up to his rooms following the enchantment you had set on them.

Kili, “Did it work?”

Fili, “Did they come?”

“I thought they did, but my parents couldn’t see them.”

Thranduil, “That does not necessarily mean that they were not real. A great many creatures chose who cannot see them. Some are merely unworthy.” His eyes sank to Thorin in his fight to not turn over for belly rubs in his close eyed squirm at your hand rubbing down his back beginning to relax him again.

Nori, “Just need to find you some bells for your hair and everyone with know who you are.”

“Bells?”

Dori, “Not large ones, quite modest and lovely for the end of a braid secured on a woven strand we will craft for you.”

“Thank you.”

He shook his head, “It is an honor to aid in dressing a skin painter. Thank you. The gift you have is immeasurable.”

Pt 3

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr #Fallen to Middle Earth #Dragon Sickness

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