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[masaru2042]

A touch up of Smaug and Orchrist.

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[guardianofrivendell]

Hostage - part 2

Kíli x reader

Requested: Not really, but it’s based on this post

Warnings: angst that fit a hostage situation (minor injury, abuse), company trying to be Kíli’s wingmen (because we all know how awkward that is)

Summary: You’re a fierce little thing, too proud to ask for help and a bit too eager to prove your worth. So when you convince Thorin to let you go scouting instead of Fíli and Kíli while on the quest, it’s not a surprise things don’t go the way you planned…

A/N: Mahal, why do I hate myself so much? I’m good at writing funny fluff and bantering and all that stuff (at least, I’d like to think that), not action scenes! But here we are, I’m still not entirely happy with it but I have to post it because I’m going mad if I don’t :) 

Also this gif below is perfect for a specific part, you’ll remember when you get there! 

And please, please, please, let the tags work this time!!

Read part 1

He should never have let you go. Not on your own. 

Kíli paced through the makeshift campsite, worrying about you. It was well past sunrise and you still hadn’t returned.

There was a reason they scouted in pairs, him and his brother. Truth be told, it got them in trouble a few times because there were two of them, but still...

He should’ve gone with you. 

His brother kept an eye on him from where he was sitting, but let him be.

Why didn’t he go with you? Kíli groaned in frustration, repeating the question over and over. His hands went through his hair like they had so many times in the past hour. 

The others started gathering the supplies and their things, packing up to leave. When Kíli noticed this, he turned to his uncle. 

“We’re leaving?”

“Aye,” Thorin answered.

Kíli couldn’t believe what he’d heard. “We can’t leave!”

“Kíli,” Thorin warned. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Fíli getting to his feet, ready to interfere if he needed to. 

“But Y/N isn’t back yet!”

Kíli’s voice gets louder with each word, challenging his uncle. He couldn’t believe they were just going to abandon you like that! Thorin stood right in front of him with a few strides, his face inches from his.

“Don’t you think I haven’t noticed?” he hissed. 

Kíli was about to say something he’d probably regret later, until he noticed the concern in his uncle’s eyes. He tried to hide it, but it was there.

“We’ll find her,” Thorin promised, before he resumed his packing. 

Fíli placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not the only one who is fond of her, brother,” he said. “Uncle feels responsible. He’s the one who sent her to scout in the first place.”

“Yes, but I should’ve gone-... Wait, what do you mean by that? I’m- I’m not…!” Kíli stuttered, trying to deny anything Fíli was implying, but horribly failing.

His brother just smiled at him, a playful twinkle in his eyes Kíli hadn’t seen in a while. 

The Company trudged through the forest, trying to follow your trail but finding it hard to do so. You were a good scout, so it seemed. They had more trouble tracking your movements than they had anticipated, making their progress rather slow. A lot slower than Kíli had wanted. 

He tried to calm himself by repeating over and over again that you knew how to fight, you knew how to defend yourself, you knew how to remain unseen.

You probably fell asleep in your hiding place or something, that was a very Y/N thing to do after all. 

After an hour and still no sign of you, the silence among them became deafening. Eyes and ears were peeled for any sign of their missing scout, each of the dwarves’ worry growing with every step they took.

Kíli constantly had to fight the urge to call out your name. He didn’t know if they were going in the right direction, and what if you went back to camp only to find them gone?

Brown leaves crunched beneath their steps, a branch broke with a dry crack when he stepped on it, making him flinch.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and when he looked behind him, Fíli squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. 

“Stop worrying nadadith, we’ll find her,” he whispered. Kíli nodded in return, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was horribly wrong. (little brother, brother who is younger) 

Their surroundings had changed, seeming to match the looming thoughts in his mind. It was no longer the calm, inviting forest it was this morning, almost comforting with the bright colours and the typical woodsy smell.

Instead there were thin trees which clung to mossy rocks, the footing made slippery by the dampness underfoot. 

“There’s evidence of a struggle here,” Nori whispered, pointing towards the ground. “Orcs, most likely.”

They looked up at looming pieces of stone that seemed to have been piled by a careless giant, left as a testament to long-gone fun. The warm colours were gone, replaced with greys, dark greens and black. This whole place felt wrong. 

Kíli’s head shot up when the snapping of branches could be heard in the distance, immediately scanning his surroundings. The others followed his example.  

“Hide,” Thorin ordered.

They hid behind trees and rocks, waiting for what or whoever would emerge from the bushes. 

Kíli would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed when two Orcs came out from the trees, he’d hoped to see you instead. Unharmed and happy to see him- them. Happy to see them; he shook his head, ignoring the questioning look his brother gave him.

He notched an arrow, ready to release it as soon as Thorin would give him the signal. But to his surprise Thorin signaled him to lower his bow, instead sending Bifur and Nori to take care of it.

The two of them had the Orcs thrown to the ground in seconds, ready to deliver the fatal blow, but before they could a different growl caught their attention.

The dwarves gasped at the sight that greeted them when they looked up.

Azog the Defiler stood on top of the piled rocks, his white warg at his side.

“What a lovely surprise….” he grinned.  

Thorin growled at him, his hand clenched tightly around Orchrist’s hilt.

They could easily defeat him, he thought, seeing as there were more of them. No matter how badly Thorin wanted to slice his head off his shoulders, something stopped him from giving the order to charge. The pale Orc was too confident for his liking, he was hiding something.

Azog smirked. “Lost someone? A female perhaps?”

The members of the company shared a look, if Azog knew you were on your own…

Thorin seemed to think the exact same thing.

“Not that we’re aware of,” he answered. 

Everyone could feel the tension rising, Nori and Bifur tightened their hold on the captured Orcs.

Azog raised his good hand and two other Orcs appeared next to him, holding something in between them. Or rather someone…

A few hushed curses could be heard among the company when they recognized their missing scout.

Thorin instinctively stepped forward when he saw it was you and Fíli and Dwalin had to grab Kíli to keep him from charging Azog by himself.

“So she doesn’t look familiar?” Azog taunted, smirking when he saw the reaction of the dwarves. He knew you were important to them, especially to the line of Durin according to their reaction and the prospect of hurting them through you made him feel triumphant. He was going to enjoy every minute of this. 

“Get your filthy hands off of her!” Kíli yelled angrily, fighting against his brother and Dwalin. They struggled to keep him in line, he threw all his weight into it, begging them to let him go.

Azog only laughed menacingly in return, his cackle echoing off the rocks.

The company had no choice but to watch how they dragged you to the edge of the stonewall.

Your hands and feet were bound with a thick rope and your clothes had fresh tears in them. You had suffered a head wound, a trail of dried blood sticking to your forehead and cheek. No matter how much it hurt Kíli to see you like this, he was relieved to see you were awake and well enough to try and fight the Orcs. 

“Y/N! Are you alright mimûna?”

“Does it LOOK like I’m alright to you?!” you yelled back, while you tried to fight the two Orcs who were holding you. 

Kíli sighed in relief. You being snappy meant you were in fact more than okay. Probably pissed off because you got caught, and that reminded him of something. 

“I hate to tell you this but… I TOLD YOU SO!” 

The others stared at him. Was this seriously the time to start teasing her?

It seemed like you were thinking the exact same thing.

“This is seriously not the time or place for this, Kíli!!” 

There was enough fire left in you and Kíli’s comment only fueled it, and you tried to push your weight against the Orc on your right in an attempt to wriggle free.

Their grip on your arms only tightened, and you gave up when they roughly forced you on your knees. 

“Enough!” Azog growled and slapped you across the cheek.

The dwarves growled in response, their hands hovering over their weapons, itching to do something.

You gasped for air after Azog’s assault, your head was pounding but you tried to push through the pain. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of your suffering. 

“The female in exchange for Thorin Oakenshield!” Azog snarled, and he gestured to you.

One of the orcs dragged your body to Azog, who in turn grabbed you by your neck and lifted you over the edge of the stonewall. 

“Tick tock,” Azog challenged, watching you struggle and fight for air.

“Uncle!” Kíli shouted in alarm. 

“What do you want us to do?” Fíli whisper-shouted at Thorin, waiting for instructions. He had a few ideas of his own, but he knew it wasn’t his call to make. 

Thorin looked at Azog, then at you. Azog’s grip on your neck tightened, cutting off almost all of your air supply. There wasn’t much time left...

The rock wall wasn’t easy to climb and he didn’t dare think about what Azog would do to you as soon as they would try. 

He was about to surrender himself, if only to buy more time, when he noticed something on Azog’s cheek. A fresh cut, unmistakingly your work.

He discreetly signaled in Iglishmêk to the others to get ready and to Kíli to ‘take the shot’. 

Kíli looked at him questioningly, not understanding why his uncle would let him take the lead in saving you. Surely Dwalin or Fíli would be a better choice?

“I see she put up quite the fight,” Thorin began, gesturing towards Azog’s face. “You’re getting slower!”

Kíli suddenly understood what his uncle had meant, he was trying to distract the Orc so he could have a clear shot! 

As soon as Azog’s attention shifted to Thorin, he grabbed his bow and notched an arrow in one fluent move.

He only needed a second to perfect his aim before he released the arrow, hitting Azog in the shoulder of his good arm, the one he was holding you with.

The Orc had to take a step back because of the impact and growled angrily, but it wasn’t enough. On the contrary, Azog only got angrier and his warg tried to bite your legs.

But Kíli wasn’t done yet, he already had a second arrow ready, he screamed Fíli’s name and let the arrow fly towards its goal.

Years of training together made sure Kíli didn’t have to specify what he wanted from his brother. Fíli understood immediately.

As soon as he heard his name, he grabbed the arm of the closest dwarf - which happened to be Bombur - and sprinted towards the rockwall. 

Kíli’s second arrow hit Azog in the right side of his neck.

That was enough to loosen his grip on you and collapse. You felt yourself plummeting to the ground, with no time to brace yourself for the impact, too scared to even think about screaming. 

Bombur and Fíli were just in time, leaping the last few metres so they could break your fall. 

In the meantime Nori and Bifur took quick care of disposing the Orcs they were holding, and Kíli had a third arrow ready.

But it wasn’t necessary, the Orcs who held you before were helping Azog on his warg and hurried out of sight. 

“Should we follow them?” Dwalin asked Thorin, Grasper and Keeper still in his hands.

Thorin shook his head. “We’ll get our chance soon enough, our day will come.”

Dwalin grumbled something about unfinished business but Thorin decided to ignore him. 

His eyes fell on his youngest nephew. He still stood frozen in the exact same spot, bow tense, arrow notched. But his eyes were no longer fixed on the top of the rockwall, where Azog and his spawns had disappeared a few moments ago, but a few metres lower. 

“Good work, Kíli,” he spoke, while he placed a hand on his shoulder, “I’m proud of you. You handled it well.”

In any other situation these words would be enough to make Kíli ecstatic, but now he barely gave any response. 

Thorin lowered Kíli’s arm and that seemed to break his trance. 

“It’s okay, you saved her,” he reassured him. “She’s alright.”

Kíli’s eyes flickered from his uncle’s face back towards the scene at the bottom of the rockwall. Fíli cut your ropes, while Bombur supported your torso. You were alive. You were okay. He saved you. 

“I did,” he realized. “I saved her...”

The arrow and his bow went back where they belonged, in the quiver and strapped to his back. He was itching to join you, to see with his own eyes that you were okay. 

Thorin smiled, knowing that look all too well.

“Go,” he said, and he nodded towards you, Bombur and Fíli.

Thorin didn’t have to tell him twice, and he hurried in your direction. 

He fell on his knees beside you, and looked at his brother.

“How is she?”

You swapped his arm. “I’m right here, you know,” you croaked with a hoarse voice. “And I’m fine!”

“Your voice!” he gasped, hands flying to your face in a reflex to cup your cheeks but he caught himself just in time. This wasn’t a dream of his, it was reality.

“It’s because she was strangled, it won’t last,” Fíli explained. 

Kíli growled.

It startled you for a second, not because you had never seen him so angry, but of what that low rumble did to you. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks. Perfect timing, Y/N, you groaned.

“Oín will take care of it,” his brother tried to reassure you both, misinterpreting your frustrated groan. 

“I’ll go and fetch him,” Bombur said before he got up and ran over to the other members of the company. 

Honestly, Kíli would never get used to the speed their corpulent companion could achieve with his tiny legs.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered, regaining his attention. You tried to get up, both Fíli and Kíli immediately got up to help you.

“What? Why?”

“I’m sorry I got caught,” you muttered softly, eyes focused on the ground.

Kíli pulled you in a big hug, squeezing all the air out of your lungs. 

“Of all the things to apologize for,” he laughed, squeezing just a little harder before he let go. “It was not like you did it on purpose, mimûna. At least, I hope you didn’t!” 

Oín and Thorin joined you, the seasoned healer wasted no time in checking you for any hidden injuries. 

“Let’s take a look, shall we lass?”

Oín prodded and poked at your body, mentally listing the wounds that needed immediate treatment and the ones that could wait until they set up camp that night. 

“So how did you find me?” you squeaked. 

“Lass, I strongly advise you to try and keep the talking to a minimum for a few days. Your voice and throat needs time to recover,” Oín reprimanded you, his gentle experienced hands softly pressing the skin on your throat and neck.  

“Ha!” Kíli laughed, “Impossible!”

“Kíli,” Thorin warned. 

“Glad to see you’re back to your normal self, nadadith,” Fíli teased him. 

You looked towards the youngest Durin, who suddenly thought the ground was extremely interesting. 

“What do you mean?” you asked him, ignoring Oín’s stern look. The healer had turned his attention to your head, trying to see if you needed stitches for your head wound. 

“He was beside himself with worry, this one,” Fíli smiled, ruffling Kíli’s hair. Kíli shoved him, but couldn’t help return the smile.

Oín reached a particularly sensitive spot on your head and you winced slightly.

Kíli’s eyes widened and a frown appeared. His hands instinctively flew towards you again before he kept them helplessly at his side.

“You were worried about me?” you croaked with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a little. You wanted to wipe that frown off his face and get rid of all the sudden serious tension. Just like the night before, you needed cheeky carefree Kíli. You desperately needed your Kíli.

His cheeks turned fiery red, and he anxiously rubbed his neck while trying to come up with an excuse. 

“We all were,” Thorin came to his rescue.

Kíli threw him a grateful look.

“But Kíli most of all,” he added with the slightest hint of a smile, before he went back to the others. Thorin didn’t think he could endure another day with the mutual pining, so if he had to give a little nudge… why not. 

“Is that true?”

“I- I mean… Yes-no, I was worried of course, but…” Kíli stammered, looking at his brother for help.

“He would’ve dragged Azog off the rockwall by himself if we’d let him,” Fíli mentioned. 

You looked towards Kíli, who was shooting daggers at his brother.

“That would’ve been very stupid, Kíli!”

“But still heroic, right?”

“Oh yes, of course, very heroic… and stupid!”

“Lass, your voice,” Oín tried again, but he was silenced by Kíli. 

“I still saved you, didn’t I?”

Oín and Fíli slowly retreated back to the company, leaving the two to their bantering. You didn’t have any life threatening injuries and you would be in good hands with Kíli for now. 

“They’ll sort it out themselves,” Fíli said knowingly. 

“Yes you did,” you said, your voice almost completely gone by now. “You saved me...”

Kíli placed his hands on your upper arms.

“That makes me the hero,” he stated. 

“My hero,” you corrected. His eyes widened. Was he hearing you correctly?

“Your hero?”

You nodded. 

“But you’ve never… I didn’t think- Oh now I’m actually relieved I was the one to save you!”

“Me too. Which reminds me, I still haven’t thanked you for being my hero.”

Kíli took a step closer, licking his lips.

“What did you have in mind?” The corner of his lip twitched before it turned into a smirk. 

“Well maybe we could-”

“Oh, for the love of Mahal, just kiss already! We have places to be!” Dwalin yelled.

Kíli laughed and brought his hands to your cheeks. 

“Let’s not disappoint our audience, shall we?” he grinned before he softly pressed his lips on yours, ignoring the cheers and hollering from the Company. 

His wingmen.

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[letaliabane]

The Light Within - (CARE FOR SERIES)

Pair: Thorin Oakenshield x Healer!Reader (a pretty short one too lol)

Genre: Another majorly angsty LONGGGGGGGG chapter (I am so sorry) with little smidges of fluff again if you squint but barelyyyy any (I’m sorry! I promise it gets better!)

Warning: Very angstyy gore, violence, mentions of rape (no rape), death of character

A/N: With Y/N now far from Thorin, will he be able to regain his senses and stop the orcs from their takeover of his Kingdom? Will these lovers be divided by death? Or will something else prevent them from having their chance?   

PREVIOUS (Through The Darkness)

I winced as Gandalf pressed a cold cloth to my neck, the skin now swollen, bruised from Thorin’s violent tossing. The very thought of the dwarf caused tears to rise, a small sob caught in my throat.

Since Gandalf had shepherded me and Bilbo away from the ramparts, Thorin had called on his kin from the Iron Hills, his cousin Dáin, Gandalf had told me specifically. The King turning his back on the battlefield had been the last I had seen of him before being ushered into Thranduil’s tent that had been left unattended. 

I looked up at Gandalf, my tears running freely down my cheeks.

‘Oh my dear.’ He said, wiping them away with the curve of his thumb gently. ‘I am so sorry. Your commitment to breaking Thorin out of his stupor, but that sickness runs deep in his family. That dark magic that was set on his grandfather now clutches his heart. And I believe the only one who will be able to break him free now is himself.’

I pushed away the hair that had fallen in front of my face, now covered in muck and dirt from our escape from the battle briefly. 

‘That dwarf ... that isn’t Thorin Oakenshield, that’s someone I’ve never seen before. And I know I shouldn’t worry now, and yet it still hurts so much.’ 

Gandalf’s deep chuckle made me look up, a small smile on his face. 

‘That is because you love him, my dear.’ 

I looked up at him in shock, words faltering as his fingertips grazed the braid that was now revealed my shoulder, the silver bead holding it together glinting in the light of the lantern sitting overhead. I couldn’t help the shaky sigh that left my lips. 

‘That I-I do. I do love him Gandalf! I can’t deny it anymore ...’ 

Gandalf smiled, taking my hands into his. ‘I knew you would find your way to one another. I knew it from the moment you both bickered when you first met. I knew it when you shared that precious moment within the walls of Beorn’s walls.’ 

I couldn’t stop the chuckle that fell from my lips, even as the tears glided down my cheeks. ‘I never thought you to be an eavesdropper Gandalf!’

He scoffed. 

‘I am no such thing my dear! When one wants secrecy, they must do it where no one shall overhear!’ 

The smile faded as soon as it appeared, shaking my head, ‘Gandalf I can’t give up on him. I can’t leave him behind.’ 

Gandalf sighed, eyes momentarily flicking to the entrance of the tent where Bilbo stood on watch, screams and shouts of war rising and growing louder by the second. He placed a hand on my cheek gently. 

‘Then don’t my dear, stay and hope that that dwarf comes to his senses. And if doesn’t we will find some way to bring him back.’ I nodded with a small smile, squeezing his hand as he got to his feet with a groan. ‘But first we must fight to live another day. Are you ready?’

Glancing down towards my sword, I gripped it, also getting to my feet. 

‘More than ever.’ 

A cry left my lips as I thrust my sword into the neck of an orc that had fallen to his knees before me, screeching wildly as I withdrew, blood spraying across ground as it collapsed. 

Gasping for air, I wiped away the ichor against my pants that stained my hand, leaning against the bridge as I looked over the bloodied field where the chaos raged on between all creatures, armour shining brightly against the harsh sunlight.  

The Orcs had descended upon the battle of the elves, humans and the dwarves, taking us all by surprise, their numbers far greater and far more powerful than all three parties combined. 

The kingdoms would be ripped apart if they weren’t stopped, and the company that hid within the mountain of Erebor would all but be overthrown. 

I turned as Bilbo stood beside me, covered in blood and muck, both of us standing in silence as we watched on. He took my hand in his, voice merely a whisper. ‘Y/N, do you think we will live to see another day?’

I looked to him at this, my eyes wide and glistening before turning away. The very thought of a new day rising after one such as this seemed unlikely, and it frightened me to even hold onto such hopes. Not when all I wanted hid within the mountain, the obsession of gold to strong for him-

Suddenly a deep rumble echoed across the plains, making me turn back towards the battlefield. There, standing upon the great dwarf statue of Erebor, was Bomber, blowing into a large horn.

The makeshift rampart was ripped apart, a magnificent golden bell ringing through the silence that had fallen upon the battlefield, all eyes watching. 

Before a familiar Khuzdul battle cry came forth. 

I couldn’t stop the loud gasp that had left my lips as Thorin emerged into the sunlight. Cloak and crown gone, instead a sword in hand, running onwards into the fight with the company at his side. 

I smiled through the blur of tears as the dwarves began to fight against the orcs alongside the elves and Dain’s army. I looked towards Gandalf with, after so long, a large smile, tears streaming down my face. 

‘They’re fighting back-Gandalf, their fighting back.’

He looked over us towards the mountain, his face instantly turning from a scowl to a small smile full of hope, almost like a child, ‘They’re rallying their king! There may be hope for us yet.’ 

However, that small bit of hope was stamped out when a raven flew over head, landing before me only moments later. I unclasped the note from around it’s foot, hurriedly unrolling it. 

‘Gandalf.’ 

He turned at my firm tone, making his way towards me along with Bilbo. 

‘Legolas sends word that Azog has another army attacking!’ 

‘From where? Where my dear?’

A chill ran down my spine as I read the messy elven handwriting, looking up towards the wizard. ‘From the North, right towards Ravenhill.’ 

Gandalf huffed, eyes wide in horror before looking towards the hilltop where the dwarves had headed for. ‘We must warn Fili, Kili and the others. If we don’t they’ll be in great danger once they enter the depths of Ravenhill. Bilbo, you know what to do.’

Bilbo nodded and set off immediately, disappearing into the crowd. But as I went to follow, Gandalf grabbed my shoulder, shaking his head. 

‘Not you my dear! You’ll take another route, and more importantly to Thorin. If it’s anyone he needs at his side right now, it’s you’

I nod at this before following him, fighting alongside him through the oncoming hoards of orcs before he led me to a group of eagles cawed as they fought of those who dared to attack, throwing them over the ramparts. 

Gandalf, leading me over to the largest of the group, gave me a boost up onto  the great creature. ‘Keep your head down and your heart full of courage. Get to Thorin and warn him of the oncoming dangers that are coming but be careful. I don’t want to lose my one good apprentice.’

I stared down at the wizard with a smile, shaking my head. 

‘Oh Gandalf, didn’t you know that getting into trouble is what I’m famous for?’

With one last smile towards me along with a nod, Gandalf raised his staff towards the eagle that let out a shriek before lifting off in flight, the rushing of wind welcoming me into its arms as I clung to the eagle’s beautiful feathers.

As we rose above the clouds, I could only pray that we would make it to the hill, and hope we were not too late. 

The ride to Ravenhill was a lot more dangerous than I had anticipated, on our descent the frost becoming like sharp glass against my skin, the eagles shrieking as they forced themselves through the storm. 

Through the fray of white, I sighted the peaks of the blackened ruins of Ravenhill, a ripped flag flailing in the winds violently, the howl of the wind echoing across the hilltop. 

I gripped my sword tightly, tightening my group as the eagle flew down towards the towers, giving me time to slip down before it took off to join its pack, continuing to circle above. 

Without a moments hesitation, I ran across the the length of the tower, careful of the mounds of snow that covered the path before reaching the crumbled window only to gasp in horror. Looking out over the frozen lake, I instantly recognised the dwarf that staggered across the ice, a towering one armed Orc trailing after him with a chained brick weapon, swinging it towards him. 

Thorin, now holding the beautifully elven crafted sword Orchrist, shining in the light of the rising sun, standing his ground against the pale Orc who roared. 

I ran down the first set of stairs I came across, down torn corridors and passages, before I slid across the frozen lake towards the duel. With Azog’s back turned to me, I easily found an open, slipping my sword across his side, slicing through the pale skin. 

I scurried backwards as the ugly beast reared its head towards me, along with his brick and chain, just catching the ice where I had just moments before stood upon. 

‘Y/N?!’ I glanced towards Thorin, and couldn’t stop the brief smile that broke across my face only to shriek as a brick came hauling at me, barely missing me this time. ‘Foolish girl! Leave now!’ 

‘I’m not leaving you! Not again!’ I screamed, dodging Azog’s sworded up, once again slashing him across the same wounded side, making him shriek, his black blood spilling out across the ice. 

I ran to Thorin, the dwarf catching me in his arms as I slipped. I gripped him tightly, regaining my breath as I looked up at him. 

‘W-We have to leave! Ano-Another army is set to attack from the North!’ 

His eyes widened in horror. ‘What?!’ 

‘Please, we must leave now before it’s too late-’

I gasped at the abrupt shrill high call of the Orc horn I had knew far too well, both of us turning to see the sight of a dark shadowed mass marching over the hill. Shaking my head, Thorin grasped my hand tightly as Azog dragged himself to his feet, growling. 

But through all the pain he felt, the monster still smirked, swinging the chained brick high above his head before slinging it towards us, both parting instantly to avoid it. 

We circled him, almost working as one as the Orc looked between us, snarling, thrashing his weapon around, all to be in vain, only to become lodged into the thick layer of ice. 

It was only when Azog’s gaze became altered over our shoulders I couldn’t help but take a glance, only to shriek as a group of much larger, magnificent and proud as they flew straight towards the oncoming army. And I couldn’t help but chuckle at the small figure of Radogast that sat comfortable upon one of the eagle. 

However, it was a moment that had distracted me for far too long, a unexpected sharp pain ran up my side, a scream leaving my lips as Azog swung his sworded arm across me, sending me to my knees. I bit down on my lip hard, trying to crawl away as the towering behemoth laughed aloud. 

But as he raised the sworded appendage above my head, he was stopped by Thorin as it came down, who thrust his whole body weight against Orchrist, sending Azog backwards. 

Dropping his sword and with all his might, Thorin threw the bricked chain back towards the Defiler, the creature tipping backwards and disappearing fast beneath the water. 

It was once the silence fell over us I let out a loud sigh, tears of earnest falling. I whimpered as arms wrapped around me carefully, bringing me to my feet. I smiled up at Thorin, even as he scowled, shaking his head. 

‘You foolish woman! Yo-You came back! After everything that happened-After everything I did you came back!’ 

I laughed softly, pressing a hand to his cheek, heart soaring as he leant into my cheek, nuzzling against my palm. ‘That wasn’t you. I knew you would come back to me, I just had to be there when you needed me.’

Tears glazed his eyes as the first real smile I had seen in months, drawing me close to press a kiss against my forehead. I leant my head against his chest, a tired but joyous smile upon my lips. 

It was over, the war was over. 

I peaked my eyes open, only to gasp in horror at the sight of Azog beneath our feet, that same dangerous smile painted across his features. 

A scream wrenched itself from Thorin, his grip painfully tight on my waist. Looking down in horror to see the familiar blade that belonged to Azog’s arm. Only to be thrown from the warm embrace as the shriek and crackle of ice, landing on the hard frozen lake. 

I looked up in time as Azog leapt up out of the ice, sending Thorin to the ground, barely pulling out his sword to stop the jagged metal from piercing his chest, arms shaking uncontrollably, barely able to hold his own against the towering Orc. 

I shakily got to my feet, gripping my sword before running at him, screaming as I drove my sword deep into Azog’s chest, a guttural, bloodied gasp leaving his lips before I pulled him off of Thorin. With him staring up at me, I swung my sword down, once more pushing deep into the already gaping wound in his chest. 

And as the light faltered in his eyes, I spat. ‘Burn in hell, filth.’ 

Without sparing a moment, I dropped to Thorin’s side, my hands clasping his face. 

‘Thorin can you hear me? Are you okay?’ 

‘Y-Y/N ...’ 

I smiled as he gripped my hand, only for it to fade at the scarlet that covered his hand. Looking down I noticed the wound in his chest, the tunic he wore beneath his coat soaked in blood. 

‘Oh lord Mahal-’ I whistled as loud as I could, looking up into the skies where the eagles continued to circle, their dark shadows passing amongst the cloud. Suddenly, I coughed violently, leaning away from Thorin, wiping at my mouth, only to find blood. 

‘No no no-’ 

Again I whistled, body shaking as I looked around. A hand pressed against my cheek, gasping as Thorin looked up at me, a gentle smile on his lips. 

‘It-it’s alright my dear one, it’s alright-’

I shook my head, pressing a firm kiss to his hand. ‘No no no Thorin. You are going to live! You will not die this day, you’ve just gotta stay awake for me, alright?’ 

‘I feel so sleepy ...’

I held back a sob, squeezing his hand. ‘I know, Thorin, I know but you have to keep your eyes open! Help is coming! Y-You made me promise you that we would try-that we would try a hand at us! You’ve gotta stay awake-’

However as the words left my lips, his eyelids slid closed, the grip faltering on my cheek as tiredness over took his entire body. 

‘Thorin don’t you dare close your eyes!’ I cried, gripping his cheek while the other hand pressed down on his wound, trying to stem the blood that flowed over my fingertips. I looked around once again, screaming into the smoke that rose over the frozen peaks of the waterfall. 

‘SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE SOMEBODY?!’ 

I screamed, and screamed, and screamed. 

Even when my voice became hoarse, I still screamed at the top of my lungs. 

Even as blood spilt down my clothes, I still cried out weakly. 

And even as the shadows crept across my vision as I lay beside my unconcious lover, and the blurred outline of a figure came into view, I whimpered.

‘H-Help us ...’ 

I groaned as I opened my eyes, blinded by the piercing light that entered through the overhead windows. Slowly I sat up, gasping in pain that filled my side, and then I remembered. 

The war, Azog. And Thorin. 

I rushed to get out of bed, shakily getting to my feet only to fall foward towards the stone floor. However I didn’t make impact, held up by Kili. 

‘What are you doing Y/N?! I’ve known you for being an early riser but you must stay in bed! Oin has commanded it!’ 

I gripped his arm as he helped me sit back on the soft mattress, sighing at the pounding in my head. Once blurring in my vision had faded, I really took in the scene around me to realise we were within the halls of Erebor. 

Dwarves and dwarrodams with medical pouches walked through the aisles, standing beside other injured soldiers, a calmness settled over the entire room that we hadn’t felt for months. I looked back up towards him with a small smile. 

‘It’s over isn’t it?’

He was hugging me before I could even register it, a small hiccup of pain leaving me before I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I ran a hand through his hair, chuckling-or a sobbing-I couldn’t even tell.

‘Oh thank Mahal you’re alright!’ 

‘The others are too.’ I couldn’t help but relax against him at his words, pulling away to look at him up and down, inspecting him carefully. 

‘And you are not hurt?’ 

‘A few bruises and cuts, every soldier must to be able to tell the tales of war!’ 

I smiled, but once again thought back to the dwarf I had gone on that desperate mission to save. I gripped Kili’s hand painfully. ‘And Thorin? Is he-’

‘Alive and healing thanks to you.’ 

I sighed, this time an even greater weight lifting from me. Tears of relief rose in my eyes, looking up at the young dwarf who smiled down at me. 

‘May I-’

‘Of course you can. Just don’t tell Oin I’m going against his orders taking away from your time of resting!’ 

Once dressed in my clothes, which I found had been washed and dried, felt clean against my skin, Kili led me to Thorin’s chambers. More like carried me, taking on most of my body weight to avoid leaning on my right side. I couldn’t help but smile at other dwarves and dwarrodams we passed, earning many in return. 

We all had fought for this victory, and free of the Orc’s reign of darkness. Now we could finally smile without the fear of dying on the morrow. 

We reached an ornate corridor, adorned with gold and jewels across the walls from roof to the marble floors, and at the very end I could see two guards guarding a large oak door, much different to the room Thorin had taken when ill under the dragon sickness. 

There were two other dwarves standing before the entrance, chatting amongst themselves, turning to us as we arrived. With the door slightly ajar, I squinted, looking past the shoulders of the dwarves to see a Thorin, cleaned, bandaged, and peacefully resting, 

‘We are here to visit the King-’

The door was shut with a slam, Kili cut off by the one who looked the oldest, his pointed nose raised to us and voice firm. ‘No one is to enter these chambers besides the King’s healer or advisors!’ 

The Prince scoffed. ‘Do you know who you’re talking to? I am King Thorin’s nephew, I am his kin and I order you to allow us in to see the King!’ 

‘I know who you are laddie, and I certainly know who this woman is.’ 

Why did it seem that everyone knew me before I knew them?

I looked toward the dwarf with a raised eyebrow. ‘And who do you think I am?’ 

He smirked. ‘Word of you reached Ered Luin long before the company of Thorin Oakenshield even reached the cusp of our homeland. Must’ve been a good offer you made our King to join such a company-’

‘I offered my skills-’

‘And much more I think.’ 

I stared down the second dwarf, cringing inwardly at the ugly smile he sent my way as he looked me up and down, a stare I wasn’t unfamiliar with.  

I pushed off of Kili, now nose to nose with him. ‘Watch your tongue-’

‘And you will watch yours missy. You are nothing than a common woman with no title, no family, and nothing to give to this King, or this kingdom. And if word gets out that the King has fallen for a human? Oof, you better run further than the hills. You wouldn’t last a day-’ 

‘Is that a threat?’

‘No, it’s merely a warning! Because you will be ruined either way, whether you are dead, or defiled beyond reprieve.’

My gut churned at his words, an anger I hadn’t felt in a very long time burning inside me, the memories of my time as a prisoner at the hands of the orcs sweeping through my mind. Everything they had done to me, the way they tied me down, ripped my clothes off, and did nothing but violate me.

Kili, who hadn’t noticed my state, stepped forward in a rage. ‘How dare you speak of her in such a way! You are nothing but cowards! She saved the King’s life-’

‘Then that is her job done innit? Hurry along and find someone else to travel along with, maybe you’ll find some new purpose for yourself, become someone else’s bitch-’ 

I didn’t remain to hear the rest of the cruel dwarf’s words. Breathing uneven, tears streaming down my face, I ran through the halls, letting the calls of my name that rang out behind me fall deaf upon me. 

It felt like everything was spinning, blurred as I fell against a wall, catching my breath, the taste of iron on my tongue. I gripped the marble beneath my nails, as if it would ground myself to reality, distract me from the images of the laughing orcs who had held me down, to dissolve the ugly smiles and laughter that erupted from them once they were finished.  

‘Y/N? You silly woman, why are you out of bed? You should be resting! Your wound is bleeding again!’ 

My eyes shot open at the sight of Gandalf, standing tall over me. Almost instantly, the sternness in his features creased into worry, taking my face into his hands carefully, wiping away the tears. 

‘Breathe my dear, breathe.’

I gasped, inhaling as much air as I could, gripping the wizards arms as sobs left me. With the shaking not ceasing, I looked back up towards Gandalf, tears still trekking down my face. 

‘Please take me away from here Gandalf-’

‘Why? What has happened?’

I shook my head. ‘I can’t stay here, I-I can’t be here when Thorin wakes up. Please! Take me away from here!’ 

NEXT (The Aftemath - Coming soon)

A/N: I am so sorry this chapter took so long but here we are! Will it get better? We shall see! I’m sorry!! *runs away*

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[ruthoakenshield]

Thorin Learns the Value of Patience

Warning: angst & smut

You could hear him all the way up in your chambers. Thorin’s throne room trade negotiations with Thranduril and his Mirkwood elves was NOT going well.

You decided he needed a better outlet for his anger and a break. They had been going at it all morning.

You got up from your bed, put your hair into an elaborate updo, then went to Thorin’s wardrobe. You took out his other royal robe and put it on. Then you wrapped the belt with Orchrist around your waist to hold the robe shut.

You put your white starlight gem & ruby hair jewels in your hair and your matching crown to Thorin’s. You headed down to the throne room and talked to each guard at each entrance to the throne room. You informed them what you were about to do and instructed that the doors be locked once your guests left the room and the doors were not to be opened until you or Thorin said so. They nodded and grinned.

The guard at the Throne Room’s main entrance nodded to you. You counted to three and drew Thorin’s sword then nodded to them. They threw the doors open loudly enough that they slammed against the walls. Everyone’s raised voices immediately silenced and all eyes turned to you.

You stood in the doorway wrapped in a fur lined robe of Durin blue velvet with silver embroidery holding Orchrist pointed straight ahead, looking royally pissed and menacing.

“That... is... ENOUGH!!!! This meeting is on hold until you ALL can calm down and unwind your knickers. I can hear you all the way up in the Royal Chambers and I’m sick of this!!! Shut your Yappers!!! EVERYONE... GET... OUT... NOW!!!” You bellowed as you stormed up the main walkway.

Balin’s and Dwalin eyes are HUGE as they see you standing at the doors and they know you are not to be messed with when in this mood. They quickly exit ‘stage left’ snickring, knowing Thorin is going to hear it from you.

The elves’ eyes got HUGE and they quickly departed to their chambers via the doors ‘stage right’ to cool off.

Thorin stood at the table to the side of his throne absolutely speechless when the doors flew open and he saw you standing there. Wait, are you in HIS ROBE?!? Why do you have HIS sword in hand?

But when he saw the elves’ reaction to your entrance and subsequent rant. Then he got a HUGE grin on his face as you approached. Halfway up the walkway the last elf left and the guard pulled the doors closed.

Thorin heard all four doors around the room lock one by one and he looked back at you eyes wide and a devilish grin grew on his face. He knew he was in for it and it was not going to be pleasant and was likely going to last for a while.

You immediately stopped and sheathed His sword, then you looked at him with a raised brow. He smirked and took off his crown setting it on the arm of the throne. He approached you and you let him get close, then pulled out the sword and pointed it at him. He grinned and realized he had nothing to defend himself with otherwise the two of you would end up dueling.

He continued his approach until he walked up to the tip of the sword.

“Ghivashel?” He asked. “What is the meaning of this. Why did you interrupt us and throw everyone out?” he rumbled an octave lower than his usual tone.

You stepped forward, pressing the tip into his chest gently. “Did you not hear what I said, mighty king?” You taunted. And took another step. He stepped back after wincing when you pressed the tip further against him to get him moving.

“The negotiations were going nowhere. You were getting more irate, and will have no voice by tonight if I let this continue as it was.” You informed him as you continued your advance, he, his retreat.

“Why the sword, my love?” He asked as he ran his finger along its spine.

You gave him a devilish grin. “To rub it in their arrogant faces that Elrond GAVE you this Famous Elvish Blade... and to get them to leave if I had to.”

Thorin smirked. “And how would my Queen have gotten them to leave if they refused?” He asked you.

“Turn around.” You said, your face deadpanned. He raised an eyebrow, but turned. You grinned and turned the sword so you’d use the flat of it instead of the edge. “I’d use it like this on That Pointy Eared Bastard of a King...” you replied as you swatted Thorin’s rear, as hard as you could, with the flat of the sword. He jumped in surprise, rubbing his rear from the sting of the impact and quickly turned to find it pointed once again at his chest.

His eyes were wide and full of fire. “Now, what will we do about you?” You said as you lowered the sword and worked your way to the throne slowly, eyeing your husband. “You have been a naughty king pitching a temper tantrum for four hours straight now!” Someone needs a ‘time out’ I think.

Thorin turned as you did following your every move, watching you work your way up to His throne. Angry you broke up the meeting, and puzzled at what you’re planning, yet turned on by your confidence and brashness.

You reached His throne and fluffed the fur cushion. Turning your back to him for a moment. You heard him take a step and said, “Take one more step, King Under The Mountain and you will regret it.”

Thorin froze with one boot on the bottom most step. You unhooked the belt to Orchrist’s sheath and set it aside. Then spun, revealing your nakedness as you shrugged off HIS robe onto the throne and made yourself comfortable.

You picked up HIS crown, placed it on your head so it encircled your own, then you swung your legs over the arm rest and reclined against the other armrest. Orchrist in your hand closest to Thorin.

He stood there frozen in place. His heart pounding as he realized you threw out the elves from his throne room wearing NOTHING but HIS ROBE, your crown and HIS sword. He looked up at you and marveled at his luck.

He feasted on the vision before him. You with BOTH crowns upon your head, naked in all your glory, sitting upon HIS throne, HIS furs, and HIS robe holding HIS sword. He went hard instantly. He wanted you immediately.

You sat there, watching Thorin. Amused by the different looks flitting across his face. You sat there reading him and his thoughts like an open book. You knew EXACTLY what this was doing to him.

“Now the question is, ‘what to do for your ‘time out’ my King?” You mused as you pretended to admire Orchrist. He took a step forward forgetting your warning. You pointed the sword at him, “Ah Ah Ahhhh... I told you not to take another step. Now I must add punishment to my plans... you said.

You grinned at him wickedly as he growled impatiently and you chuckled. “Such a naughty king!” You teased and pouted you’re lips.

Thorin growled again. You began to play with your breasts, distracting him. You could see his fingers itched to touch them. Then you slowly dragged your fingers down your body till you got to your pussy.

“Strip!” You suddenly said in a commanding tone.

Thorin looked up, confused for a moment. “What my Queen?” You grinned. “I said Strip!” You ordered, your voice echoing around the throne room. 

He grinned and continued to watch you play with your breasts and pussy as he stripped quickly out of his clothes.

“Come here!” You ordered. He stepped up to the Throne. He reached to touch you and you smacked his hand. “Ah Ah ahhhh! I didn’t give you permission for that!” You said sternly.

“What does my Queen wish for me to do? Thorin asks impatiently.

Stand here, and no matter what I do, you are NOT allowed to come, until I say so.

Thorin’s eyes get huge. “And what happens if I come before you say so?” He asks, growling.

You give him a wicked smirk. “We start over.”

His eyes narrowed and he growled again.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” You tutted. “Someone needs another lesson in the value of being patient in difficult circumstances!”

You turned to face him and sat at the edge of the throne’s seat. “Now, my pussy is in need of some attention.” You say. “Give it attention but do not touch my pearl!” You instruct, knowing its one of Thorin’s tricks for getting you off. “Make me come without touching my Pearl. You can not touch yourself or come until I say so. ” You instruct.

He looks at you grinning a wicked grin. You raise an eyebrow and wait. He kneels and begins to lick and nibble your favourite spots and was careful to avoid your nub. You moan as he licks and nips at your folds and tongue fucks your entrance. Then he inserts a finger and begins to thrust it in and out.

You moan at the pleasure and say, “More, my King, mooreee.” He grins and reaches down and rubs the little patch of skin between your cave and your asshole. Your eyes fly open and you bite your lip to keep from moaning loudly. Thorin begins to add fingers to your cave as he finger fucks you.

Your pants and moans are turning him on and driving him nuts. He wants nothing more than to turn you over and fuck you hard, but with Orchrist stil in your hand, he doesn’t dare.

Suddenly he feels your muscles start to tighten. He feverishly rubbed that little patch of skin behind your cave entrance and you came with a shout. “Do NOT stop!” You ordered between pants.

He kept the pace as you panted and moaned and grabbed your breasts. He moaned as he watched you play with and pinch your nipples as he worked your pussy with his fingers. God he ached from not having you yet. He was so hard right now.

You were panting. His fingers were no longer enough. “Enter me but DO NOT COME!” You demanded as you turned and presented your rear to him. He grinned and moved to enter you. Both of you kneeling on the seat of the throne him pinning you to the back of the throne.

He entered you in one thrust and began to feverishly fuck you. Your breasts rubbing against the cool marble contrasted with his body’s furnace at your back. He gripped your waist tightly and growled so low you could barely hear it, but felt it rumble through his chest and into yours.

“I will make you pay, my love, for interrupting my meeting.” He said between thrusts. You moaned and purposefully clenched around him on the next thrust. He growled again. “SO tight, my Queen!” You could feel his thrusts getting erratic. “Stop!” You ordered.

He froze and groaned, leaning his head against your shoulder blades. You waited till you could feel his orgasm subsiding. You waited a good minute. He began to grow impatient. “What does my Queen wish for now?” He asked.

“Stand up.” You ordered. He does so. You stand and move around to the table and bend over it. “You may continue.” You grin wickedly. He grins and mounts you, gripping your waist tightly. He begins to thrust at another feverish pace then leans down on top of you and says, “May I pleasure your breasts while I plunder you’re tight cave?”

You grin. “Since you asked nicely, yes, you may.” You say as you look back at him. He grins and reaches around you with both hands and begins to play with them as he fucks you. You’re moaning and calling out his name and he is growling and calling yours.

You feel him begin to have the signs of impending orgasm. “Stop!” You order. He growls and stops his thrusts and is squeezing your hips as he struggles to maintain control of his temper.

“Stand up.” You order. He does and pulls out of you. You walk around him dragging your nails along his skin making him shiver.

“How is it my King can be so composed with his wife denying him the one thing he wants right now, but he can not be so when an elven bastard king refuses to grant my king his wishes?”

You taunt him. He growls, understanding what you are saying.

“Because the King loves his wife and would do anything for her including denying his desires if she wishes it.”

“And why can he not do this for those he despises? Surely it’s a better show of strength and might to do this for enemies than for a wife?” You say as you continue to circle him, dragging your nails up and down his body, making him shiver in pleasure and desire. “Would you agree, my King.”

Thorin thinks about what you said. He realizes you’re right. If he can do this with you denying him and toying with him then he should be able to do this with his enemies as well when they are toying with him and infuriating him in diplomatic and verbal ways. It will make more of an impact because it would be a public display of control instead of a private one.

“My Queen is right as usual.” You stop in front of him and smile. You wrap your leg around his hip and grind against him making him moan. “Good. Now, let’s see how much control you have. Go sit on the throne, close your eyes and do not open them until I say so.

He looks at you as you drop your leg and caress his chest. You nod and he goes to sit on the throne. He closes his eyes and waits. He hears you moving, then feels you climb on top of him. He feels you place something heavy on his head then he feels you slide off him. Leaving trails of kisses as you go.

You kneel in front of his naked body once you climb off his lap and you look up at your king, sitting on the throne dressed in nothing but his crown on his head. “Glorious” you say. He puffs up his chest and grins.

You grin, drove him to the edge of coming... repeatedly... check. Taught lesson number one... check. Inflated ego... check. Now to test his control. You lean down and take him in your mouth. You hear him gasp and then begin to moan.

You torment him with your tongue, your sucks and your nips. He is quickly building and so you back off your pace and slow down. Over and over you do this. Deep throating him almost till he comes... then just barely take his tip parting your sweet lips. Taking him fast then oh so slow. For a good 30 minutes you torment him this way. He controls both his temper and his urge/need to come though the pain is becoming unbearable.

You look up and see his fingers are white they grip the arm rests so tightly. He is slowly cracking though. You know he won’t last much longer. It’s been close to an hour and a half already and he hasn’t been allowed to come despite your torments. You torment him once more then pull off just before bringing him over the edge. His eyes fly open and he growls. You look at him sternly. Then stand.

You lean down and say,” Has my King learned his lesson now? Or do we need to continue the time out’s punishment?”

“I have learned my lesson this time my Queen. I should have controlled my temper better and not given into my hatred.” He says as he looks up at you.

“Good. Now, as a reward, you may take me how you wish and come when you wish.” He grins and you have never seen him move so fast in your life. He is on you in an instant and picks you up and carries you around to the back of the throne. He pushes you up against the marble back and impales you on his member. He leans towards your ear and says, I’m going to make you come so hard they’ll hear your screams in Dale and Laketown!” He growls.

He fucks you hard and fast taking out all his frustrations on your pussy and he seems to go on forever. He marks your neck and shoulders with bites, nips and hickeys. He makes you come screaming his name at least three times or was it four? before he roars and fills you to overflowing with his pent up seed.

You feel this heat spread throughout you as he shoots load after pent up load into your cave. He fills you so full it begins to run down both of your legs. His throbbing matching yours as the two of you release all the pent up tension of the morning.

Thorin sinks to his knees with you still joined to him. He pulls you against his chest and he gently rocks the two of you, moving front to back as you come down off the orgasmic high, and stimulating each of you by him still slightly moving in and out of you.

He takes your face in his hands and puts his forehead to yours reverently. “Thank you Ghivashel! I will never ever forget the look on Thranduril’s face when you entered the throne room today!”

He laughs and nuzzles your neck. “Thank you for coming to save me and give me this lesson and reprieve.” He mumbles into your hair, enjoying its scent.

You giggle. “And what look was that?” You ask.

He laughs a big barrel laugh that resonates around the hall. “One that said he probably needed to go change his trousers or whatever those blasted elves wear under their dresses. He was terrified of you!” Thorin tells you.

You both laugh and he continues to rock you both. He moans and says, “My Love, let me show you how grateful I am for this gift you gave to me.” He asks.

“And what gift is that?” you ask.

“The lessons and also the knowledge that my wife displayed enough rage and terror to terrify and throw out the ENTIRE elven host AND King Thranduril from my throne room in naught but MY royal robe, with MY sword in her hand and her crown upon her head!”

You chuckle and nod and he picks you up, still joined, and lays you down on the furs at the foot of the Throne. He takes off his crown, and sets it on the seat of the throne, then removes yours, leaning it against his. Then he spends the next two hours making passionate love to you at the foot of His throne.

Later that afternoon, dressed in your finest clothes, a smirk on your faces and crowns upon your heads, you waved goodbye to the elves as Thorin held the signed trade agreement with the Woodland Realm, having gotten from Their King what he wanted... a fair deal.

[coopsgirl]

I hate that they didn't film Thorin's funeral as it is in the book because it's such a moving and powerful scene when Thranduil lays Orchrist on his tomb. That sword would've meant more to Thranduil (having been made in Gondolin, a long since destroyed elven realm), but him giving it to a dwarf shows him moving past ancient grudges he held against their race.

Eight Things You Should Know About Tolkien's Thranduil

Okay, you’ve seen the Hobbit movies but you just can’t get into the book.  Or, you read the book years ago and you don’t remember every detail.  I’m here to help.

1. Thranduil did not refuse to help the Dwarves when Smaug attacked.  We don’t know what he did - Tolkien never wrote anything about it.  Jackson’s preamble is complete fabrication.

2. Thranduil did not consider the Silvan Elves to be ‘lesser’ Elves:

Oropher [his father] had come among them with only a handful of Sindar, and they were soon merged with the Silvan Elves, adopting their language and taking names of Silvan form and style… . They wished indeed to become Silvan folk and to return, as they said, to the simple life natural to the Elves before the invitation of the Valar had disturbed it. (Unfinished Tales, 'The History of Galadriel and Celeborn’ p 249)

3. Thranduil did not aid the Men of Esgaroth out of self-interest:

But the king, when he received the prayers of Bard, had pity, for he was the lord of a good and kindly people; so turning his march, which had at first been direct towards the Mountain, he hastened now down the river to the Long Lake. (The Hobbit, 'Fire and Water’ p 255)

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[serecenhawke]

Discovery of Orcrist

[uzbadyand]

Fili could only smile and then pinch his lips together at the sight as he watched the sight and let a chuckle slip as he stepped further into the room “oh dont yell at it, once you tell at it it will forever become problematic” he said and gave her a bright smile but hearing her words and taking them as being humble he sighed

“Oh dont be like that ive already walked through your shop and it is glistening with all sorts of skilled weapons, i think my beother is enjoying a sword in there, it takes a lot to get him excited over a weapon and to not be showing off in here” he said with a smirk looking at him but he looked back at her

“But i must say what im really here for. I wanted to get my title ceremony’s blade. And i know you can do this, but i also must tell you that moria has recomended you, but it isnt a favor in the slightest degree. I have gone to ither smiths and they seem to lack the style i which i favor, and they all look the same. But your work has peeked my interest, and i would like to come and work with you on what i want on my sword. And i would like for you to join me in the treasury to collect the materials you wish to create them with. It must be rich but not gaudy. I am not one to be decked out in jewels but some fine gems set in the blade would be interesting pehaps? It wont be used in battle but put in the treasury after with the royal armor beside my own.”

He said all business now and making eye contact with her. Though it was hard when her flush made her just so beautiful the longer he looked at her. Luckily he had a terible habbit of hiding he true shyness with lasses, not that he had a terrible track record, but he knew well enough to hide himself to be confident, to seem stronger than he is, he will be marked beside thorin until he has his own heir but dor now he is living in reponsibility and sovreignty

“What do you think? Would you be willing to take this on? It is a trememdous opertunity, but someone has to do it and i think youd be great. Especially if you can make some sort or bridge between elven and dwarven design, dwarven being prevalent in the two as uncle has orchrist at his side. It would help bond our world with the elves and maybe help our kind bond. Just a simple statement but huge all the same.” He said looking at her with a smile

“So, you must be idunn?”

Came a confident voice from the door of her workshop further in her shop, a smirk was evident in his face, a bright lesser crown atop his head as he leaned into the doorway, his brother kili was flinging a sword around admiring the balance as he practiced some moves imagining when he had first practiced with his uncles sword deathless, but while he had no idea why fili was there, he couldnt help but entertain himself with his own devices.

“I had heard of the copper headed lass who was a talkhûna, but i didnt know she was so talented” he said with a smile. He had heard of her at a durins day feast and had seen only a glimps of her leaving there before he could talk to her but her hair stuck with him and he couldnt help but admire look on her face

@idunnthedwarrowdam

[jessamygriffin]

Various cosplay updates - today I tooled Orchrist's baldric and dyed it, and touched up the paintwork on the fittings

Also finished the last of Fili's knives

And something I didn't do today but a while before, touched up the paint on Orchrist's scabbard (which was made for a foam Larp sword and is rather thicker, and was also done in a hurry, so the Worbla isn't the best job)

[muhammadkhalid]

Orcrist ~The Goblin Cleaver~

[letaliabane]

Care For Her (Care For Series)

A/N: (REPOSTED + FULL VERSION) Sequel to Care for the Company and Care for Him. I’m sorry the first time I uploaded this was a slip of a finger and I felt so blood bad! But I hope you enjoy the ending of the story! 

PREVIOUS (Care for Him)

It was all happening so fast, way too fast. The clashing of iron against iron and the roaring of the great orcs that had ambushed the party, the battle cries, the cries of the wounded and the dying, all at once afflicting the air. I watched on from the torn city of Dale as the war went on. As the blood was spilt.

I had not sighted any of the other dwarfs besides receiving a raven from Fili informing me that Thorin had prevented any of them from fighting or getting involved in any aspect of the war and was locked up in the throne room. I had thrown the note aside in anger, wanting to claw my face in anger and scream.

The kingdoms would be ripped apart if they were not stopped at this point, and the dwarfs would all but be overthrown. Bilbo stood beside me now, both of us in silence as we watched on in silence. Before finally he spoke. ‘Y/N, do you think we will live to see another day?’

I looked to him at this, my eyes wide and glistening before turning away, unable to even think of anything that would provide an answer to any of this, turning my back on the fight as I just shook my head. 

Suddenly a deep bellow echoed across the plains, making us turn back to Erebor to see Bomber atop of the head the large dwarf statue at the gate, blowing into a massive horn.

I looked down in shock as the wall was ripped apart, a magnificent golden bell ringing through the silence that had been brought upon the land before a familiar battle cry came forth. And I watched on in shock and happiness as Thorin came into view.

I smiled through tears as the dwarves began to fight against the orcs alongside the elves and Dain’s great armies. I looked to Gandalf and cried, ‘They’re fighting back-Gandalf, their fighting back.’

He looked over to where I was pointing, his face instantly turning from a scowl to a small smile full of hope, almost like a child, ‘They’re rallying their king! There may be hope for us yet.’

‘Wait-Where are they going?’ I said as I watched four rams, each carrying Thorin, Fili, Kili and Dwalin, climbing up the steep mountains carefully and yet with such quick pace, Gandalf muttering under his breath with a smirk, ‘To cut off the head of the snake.’

That was until a message came from Legolas that Azog the Defiler would be having another one of his army’s attacking from the North, right towards Ravenhill. I stared up at Gandalf at this revelation in horror before he then said, ‘We must warn Thorin and the others. If we don’t they’ll be in great danger once they reach Ravenhill.’

I looked to Bilbo who nodded and set off instantly, but just as I went to follow, Gandalf stopped me, grabbing my shoulder firmly, ‘Not you my dear, you’ll take another route. Just in case if he doesn’t make it the way he goes.’

I nod at this before following him, fighting alongside him before he led me to a pack of eagles that stood proudly upon the ramparts, fighting any orcs that came its way. Gandalf gave me a boost up onto one of the great creatures as he instructed me, ‘Keep your head down and your heart full of courage. Get to Thorin and the others and warn them but be careful, I don’t want to lose one of my best healers.’

I stared down at the wizard with a smile, shaking my head, ‘Oh Gandalf, didn’t you know that getting into trouble is what I’m famous for?’

And with one last smile towards me along with a nod, Gandalf raised his staff at the eagle that let out a shriek before lifting off in flight, the rushing of wind welcoming me into its arms as I clung to the eagle’s beautiful feathers.

I watched from above as we flew over the battlefield, watching as the orcs were slain by the elves, humans and dwarves. I looked up at the sight of the ghostly remains of what was known as Ravenhill, praying to Mahal that the others were okay.

Just as we flew over the mountain side where the ruined tower stood, I sighted Fili and Kili, both sneaking through the hideout of what had been where the Orcs had to been hiding in. I whistled and they looked up instantly as I jumped from the eagles back, landing before them as they smiled.

‘Y/N, what are you doing here-’ ‘Its a trap,’ I said as Kili incased me in a hug, instantly pulling back at this, Fili at my side in an instant as well, ‘How do you know this young one?’

‘Gandalf, he told me this placed has been vandalised and ready for an attack from an army from the North that are set to attack. I just had to warn you, I didn’t want to lose any of you. But we need to get out of here right now.’

They nodded at this, beginning to lead the way on to the exit of the mountainside, until suddenly an orc guard walked past us, stopping as it sighted us but was dead before it could make a sound as my sword entered its throat. As it landed with a crash to the marble floor, we ran from the scene as fast as we could, knowing that someone would eventually find the body, but not before I grabbed the sword with a small smirk of satisfaction.

We slid back across the frozen lake, literally on our tiptoes, only for me to cry out as I was pulled to face the one only infamous Azog who threw me to the solid ice floor.

I cried out softly, in a choked manner almost as pain washed over me, looking up at Azog who stared down at me, his eyes consumed with anger, ‘How dare you destroy my plan! How dare a woman like you interfere!’ I looked away from him to see Kili and Fili trying to sneak towards him but I shook my head ever so sightly, only to look back at the great Orc who chuckled at me, ‘What are you going to do little girl?’

I stood to my feet quickly, picking up my sword as I went and pointing it at him with a smile, ‘I’m going to fight for the ones I love.’ And at this, I lunged at him, beginning to fight him. I noticed as his pattern of fighting as we went on, he was slow with his weapon, and slow on his feet as he moved towards me.

I dodged his attacks tactfully, away from his morning star weapon, I knew how to attack him, I knew how to get rid of him, I knew how to destroy him, and finally the dwarves would be left in peace, all of them, Thorin would be left in peace-

‘Y/N!’ I turned at the desperate cry of my name to face a wide eyed, horrified Thorin, Kili and Fili just behind him. But this was the worst thing I could ever have done. 

I turned only to have Azog’s hand clasp around my neck tightly, lifting me from the ground as he began to choke the life out of me, making me see stars as my eyes rolled back. I grabbed at his large hand uselessly, my vision blurring as I just saw the outline of the smirk on his lips. 

Suddenly I fell to the floor, coughing and spluttering instantly as I looked up to see Thorin pushing Azog away from me, Orchrist firmly in his hands as he began to fight him. I felt a hand placed on my shoulder, turning to find Fili and Kili now beside me, holding me gently as we watched the King fight the Defiler, both evenly matched.

That was until Azog pathetically broke the ice around them, Thorin instantly stepping away and allowing him to fall through into the pitiless waves of ice water, disappearing from sight. As silence fell I sighed in relief, leaning my head against Kili’s as he just rubbed my shoulder carefully, Fili hugging us both in a brotherly hug as he just smiled, ‘Its over. Its finally ... all over.’ We stood to our feet slowly, watching as Thorin picked up Orchrist, wiping the grime and blood from it with his gloves.

He shook his head at me, bringing me into his arms in a tight embrace as he growled, his voice clearly cracking, ‘You came back … After everything that happened you came back! But that was foolish to fight him you brat!’ I ran my fingers through his hair lovingly, whispering, ‘I had to … someone had to make sure that you didn’t go head first into danger.’

I pulled away and smiled as he just caressed my cheek lovingly, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smiled as he turned away to give his two nephews a hug, holding them tightly as they smiled in tears of relief and victory, all chuckling heartily. But my eyes began to drew awe from the happy scene towards the frozen floor beneath me, sighting the unmoving body of Azog that drifted through the water.

I followed it slowly as it reached the end of the frozen waterfall, watching as he began to drift from sight until, to my absolute horror, his eyes flew open making me gasp. I didn’t even have time to ready myself as I felt the tip of his sworded-arm pierce my foot, screaming out a terrible scream that made the three dwarves and the others turn in horror as Azog broke through the ice, sending me down to the floor in a heap.

I drew my sword just in time as he brought his weaponed arm back down upon me, both of us clashing against each other. I pushed with all my might, growling under my breath as I heard the others cry out my name, but I didn’t turn my head but scream, ‘Leave me, just go!’

‘Thats not going to happen!’ Fili cried back at this, but I couldn’t allow myself to be distracted, staring back at Azog, who smirked, chuckling, ‘You really think that you can defeat me, petty girl?’

At this I instantly came to the realisation that he was right, I knew that I wasn’t a fighter like everybody else, I knew that I couldn’t defeat him, I just couldn’t deny that my arms were already beginning to give in, trembling uncontrollably. I looked to the corner of my eye to see Thorin running towards us, his mouth open in a muffled scream that seemed deaf to me as I looked back up at the defiler. 

I had to do this.

I pulled my sword away from his and gasped as the sword pierced my chest, a tear silently running down my cheek as he laughed loudly, echoing through my ears like a drum. 

Everything seemed to slow down. 

I could hear the muffled screaming of Durin’s line, but could not tear my eyes away from the disgusting animal before me as I smiled up at him through the pain, making him freeze as I whispered, ‘No, but he can.’

Before he could even take in my words, orchrist pierced through his armour, silencing him as he choked, Thorin pulling his body off of me with a roar before plunging the sword deeper into him a second time, a crack slicing the air, indicating that the blade had gone all the way into the ice. I heard the defiler’s ragged breath, cough and splutter, then a definite silence followed.

And thats when the pain began to kick in, making me gasp for air as my body screamed in agony. I coughed heavily as I heard Thorin and the two young dwarves run over, the king instantly taking me up into his arms and cradling me to his chest, placing his large hand over my own that laid upon the large wound.

I looked down at my hands, only to find blood covered them, my blood, making me want to hurl yet cry as I felt the pain beginning to ebb at me, ‘Oh Mahal-’ ‘Shh,’ I heard, my tears falling as I cried softly, Thorin instantly pulling my face up to look up at him, ‘Eyes on me okay, your going to be okay, just keep looking at me.’

I breathed heavily as he called for his nephews to flag down some of the eagles, which that did instantly, as Thorin held me tightly, while I cried, ‘Thorin. if I don’t make it-’

‘Quiet,’ He said as his sighted his nephews leading three eagles towards us. He looked back down at me, cradling my face as my tears fell, his hands shaking terribly as he did, trying to keep himself composed,  ‘Your not going to die okay? Your going to live. You just hold onto me okay.’

I nodded quietly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders weakly as he held me carefully, crying softly into his neck as he lifted me up slowly, yet rushing over to the eagle at a fast pace, holding me tightly as he sat himself on the magnificent beast before the eagle lifted off in flight. I stared up as the image of Thorin blurred and focused constantly. I watched sluggishly as he stared ahead, his hair flying wildly in the wind as his eyes filled with a mist. He looked so beautiful. 

’Thorin …’ I squeezed his hand weakly and he looked down at this instantly, his eyebrows creasing in worry as I began to shut my eyes, his voice fading as did my sight as darkness fell upon me like a haze.

‘Y/N?! Open your eyes! Please!’

‘She’s losing a lot of blood, we need to get her wounds closed-’

‘Were losing her, Oin!’

‘GRAB THOSE BANDAGES, THREAD AND NEEDLE FOR GOD SAKES!’

‘Don’t you dare let her die!’

‘Tauriel and Legolas can help her! Let them help!’

‘We can save her I promise-’

‘Come on little one, you can fight this, please!’

‘I love you Y/N … Please stay with me …’

I open my eyes slowly, but squinted as my eyes were violated by the sunlight, groaning as I aroused myself from sleep. I remember the muffled voices that evaded my dream, shaking my head slowly as I looked around to find Kili and Fili not too far away, turning back with shocked smiles.

‘Y/N! YOUR AWAKE! WE THOUGHT WE LOST YOU!’ They screamed, running over enveloping me in a massive hug, making me groan and smile at this, tears streaming down my face fast as I held them tightly to me. I heard more screaming to see many of the other company members streaming in, all crying and hugging me as the two princes pulled away.

I smiled as Ori cried into my shoulder, patting his head, Balin dabbing his eyes as he placed a fatherly kissed to my head, Bofur and Bombur just firmly kissing my cheek over and over again, Dori and Nori praising Mahal, Bifur clapping his hands together in excitement and Dawlin trying to hide his tears, nodding his head towards me.

My eyes flew over them and to the figure who stood at the back. Gandalf made his way over, ducking underneath the very low ceilings, smiling at the sight of me. I smiled at him gently as he pushed through the dwarves who cheered on, taking my hand into his and placing a kiss to it, ‘My dear! Your finally awake!’

I smiled at this before hugging him tightly, his arms instantly wrapping around me in turn, the rest cheering and smiling at the scene between us, ‘Oh my dear, how happy I am to see that your okay again. You had me worried sick.’ I looked up at him at this, smirking lightly, ‘Oh come on Gandalf, you know that I get into as much trouble as it is, you should’ve known that I would make it out of this.’ I winked at him and he just sighed, the dwarves snickering at this, especially Kili and Fili.

However when I looked around, my smile faded when I came to realise that the one person that I really wanted to see, was no where in sight. I found my eyes stitch towards Kili who shook his head sadly, making me sigh heavily. But I raised my head with another smile, the two familiar elves now making their way in.

‘So what about you and Tauriel?’

‘Oh shut up, Y/N.’

Kili and I were now alone in the healing ward, the others having left for dinner in the great hall of Erebor, but Kili stayed behind, Fili promising to try and bring something far more delicious foods for me rather than medicinal herbs that I had to either smoke or shove down my throat to help heal the large wounds left behind by the great enemy.

‘Hey I’m being serious! You two are really good together!’ I say with a wide smile as Kili just chuckled, shaking his head as he helped me tie the new bandages on my arm, ‘I do love her. I know its foolish and that we’ve only met a couple of times … But I’ve never met a woman like her, well an elf like her. She’s strong, independent, smart-’

‘Beautiful?’ I say with a smirk as he just sighs, that dreamy look evident in his eyes as he probably thought of her, ‘Oh yes. Very beautiful. The-wedge between the elves and dwarves is a problem though. She’s worried we won’t be able to live our lives properly. Especially if we-if we think about having children.’

I sighed heavily at this before placing a hand on his shoulder gently, making him look up at this, ‘Don’t worry Kili, I’m sure people will grow accustom to the marriage of Elves and dwarves. I assure you it will happen.’ He just sighed heavily, smiling up at me gently before his expression fell, ‘What about you and Thorin?’ At this I froze, before looking away from him, ‘Its a pipe dream. He’s never going to love me.’ He scoffed at this. ‘Rubbish Y/N, you must be joking! Thorin has his eyes set on you and only you-’

‘Pardon me,’ We both looked up instantly, and I gulped instantly at the sight of Thorin who now stood in the archway of the healing ward. Kili instantly stood at this, bowing towards him, ‘Uncle.’ I bowed my head towards him but he raised his hand at our actions, stepping forward, his hands moving to rest behind his back as he looked towards Kili, ‘Leave us, nephew.’

At this, the young one bow, sending me one last nod before exiting the chamber, leaving Thorin and I in utter silence. The small loving moment we had shared on the battle field were now a memory of ash. Slowly he made his way over, sitting in the spot his nephew had sat not moments ago, my head turned away from him before he finally spoke, ‘When we got you back here, you had nearly lost half amount of the blood that should’ve been running in your veins. You were asleep for four days. We all were prepared to say our goodbyes to you.’

‘Well it seems you weren’t happy enough to see me when I actually awoke today,’ I muttered under my breath harshly before he grabbed my uninjured arm, turning me to face him. His eyes were glazed, his eyebrows furrowed in what could only be described as pain as he shouted in my face, ‘Do not question my actions! Did you not think that I would’ve come to you the moment I heard that you were apart of the living once more? Do you not think I would’ve if it hadn’t been for all the duties I had to attend to to ensure the survival of our kingdom?!’

And instantly I remembered, Azog had been defeated. The fight had finally come to an end, and that Thorin now was the King Under the Mountain. The mission was now complete. That meant that the dwarfs would be streaming in in only a matter of days, it was for sure.

I looked up at him as he continued to shake me, ‘Do you not think that I was in pain to see you in such a way?! Do you?! Do you not think that I thought over and over what you did was utterly foolish!’

‘How was it foolish?!’ I scream back in his face as I pushed him away, my tears now falling fast down my cheeks as I finally looked up at him, ‘I saved you! I saved the one person who has meant the most to me throughout my whole life! Don’t you get it! Your life and death would mean so much more to so many. And me, well, my life and death would never amount to anything compared to you.’ Thorin’s eyes widened in horror at this, shaking his head slowly, ‘No-No why would you-Why would you even think of such a thing?!’

‘I’ve never meant anything to anybody! All I’ve done in my life it helped and served others and for what? To be left in the dust at the the end of it all,’ I couldn’t help but hide my face from, sobbing softly into them as my body shook. Realisation dawned on the oaf, his frown turning into a small gentle smile, ‘That’s what you were trying to say on the boat wasn’t it? Wasn’t it Y/N?

I nodded at this, only to whimper as Thorin pulled away my hands, only to have him cup my face in his hands, staring deeply into my eyes, ‘You silly girl. Your kindness outweighs all, your simple acts have served to help us on many occasions throughout our journey. You healed us, fed us, clean us on many occasions, did everything to make us comfortable! You mean so much to so many. Including me.’

I couldn’t help but let out a sob as he kissed my forehead hard, holding my head as gently as possibly, as if I were a newborn baby. Thorin pulled away to run his hand through my hair, only to pull my back in as he placed a kiss to my cheeks, just beneath my right ear, and upon my neck. I whimpered as he did this, clinging to his robes as he planted kisses wherever he could, before pulling back to stare into my eyes. The longing and love I saw within them was enough to allow new tears slip down my cheeks as he finally placed a kiss to my lips, allowing me to place my own hands on his neck, caressing the skin there gently. 

I pulled away with a gasp, laying my head on his shoulder as I cried weakly. Thorin could only smile as he held me in his arms, rubbing my back lovingly and comfortingly with one hand while the other ran through my hair.

‘Seriously Thorin where are you taking me?’ 

‘I told you it was a surprise! Now whats the point in spoiling it when were all ready so close to it,’ I could hear the smile in his voice as I just shook my head, ‘Thorin I swear I’m gonna kill you.’ 

It had nearly been about four months the war had ended, and the dwarves were slowly coming back to their home. My wounds were healed, yet at times still pained. But now, Thorin had announced and made it official with a small braiding ceremony with the company, that he was officially courting me. 

On this particular night, he had dressed me in the finest midnight blue gown with a neckline and waistline that shone of diamonds, matching his robes for the evening. But he had now blindfolded me with a piece of black silk, leading me through the halls of the mountain ever so slowly as he held me in his arms. 

And what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped me, removing the blindfold, however I kept my eyes shut as he had instructed me to do so even if he did remove the material from my face. He smiled slowly before leaning in towards my ear, whispering against them gently, ‘Are you ready?’ 

I nodded slowly and with that, I opened my eyes, only to be shocked as I realised we were now outside. But we now stood before a beautiful marble white gazebo decorated to what appeared to be hundreds of candles, all alight, flames dancing slowly in the beautiful evening. There were panels of stained glass windows of all sorts of colours, decorating the pentagon floor as the moonlight shone through them. 

I made my way up the stairs and into the centre of the beautiful creation, smiling as the colours of the stained glass and the reflection of the flickering flames danced off of the diamond jewelled dress and upon my skin. Thorin could only smile at the sight as I twirled with a fleeting laughter. 

I smiled as I finally stopped, facing the man I loved, shaking my head, ‘You did this?’ He nodded at this, making his way up the stairs towards me, ‘I had some help from the other dwarves, especially the miners and jewel experts. We melted down the jewels and created them into the stained glass shards.’ I could only look on in awe at the creation that surrounded me, ‘Its incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it before ...’ 

I turned back instantly, taking his palm into mine and placing a kiss to his cheek, ‘Thank you my love.’ Thorin smirked before giving a bow, ‘May I have a dance.’ All I could do was laugh before placing my hand in his and the other on his torso as he led us in a slow dance, humming a soft tune under his breath. He twirled me several times, both of us breaking out into laughter before he brought me back into his chest, holding me close. 

He stared into my eyes loving, pushing some of my curled hair out of my face before taking my hands up into his own, ‘Y/N ... I know we’ve known each other for less than a year but, these past few months have been the best of my life. And you have-have made me so happy, so much that I’ve never ever felt like this before in my entire life.’ 

‘Well I’m glad I am making you that happy Thorin,’ I said with a gentle smile, he smiled too before squeezing my hands once more, ‘I can only hope that I am making you as happy as you are making me. And hope that I can continue to care for you.’ 

Suddenly he pulled out a beautifully sculpted diamond ring, it wasn’t too flashy or too simple, but it was simply divine. The diamond was pure and was shining simply in the reflection of the flames. All I could do was stare up at him in shock as tears filled my eyes as he took my hand once more, ‘Y/N, will you become my wife and my one and only Queen?’

At this I just smiled, nodding instantly, ‘Yes of course I will Thorin!’ He sighed at this in what only could be relief as he slipped the ring onto my finger. Thorin just smiled up at me, running a hand through my hair before pulling me into a kiss, cradling my face in hands before lifting me in his arms, both of us chuckling and laughing in absolute happiness.

A/N: Thats the end of the series! I loved writing this! But remember there is the new extended version of the “Care for” series. Similar but a lot different than this one. Check that out in the link below, and thanks for sticking around!

Care for Series or Masterlist

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The Last Sanddancer (chapter 2)

The Last Sanddancer (Chapter 1)

The two figures snapped out of their trance when they heard her cry out and saw her drop. They dropped their packs and grabbed their weapons and rushed in to quickly finish off the goblins. 

The bald figure dropped to his knees after removing the dead goblins from around the short woman. He looked at the cut on her side and groaned. The other figure leaned down and looked at the unconscious woman. "Dwalin we can not linger here with her too long. More goblins will return."

Dwalin nodded. "We can not move her very far though, Thorin, not until we get her bandaged. This wound is deep and will need stitches! And look there are some cuts to her legs too!" he said pointing to her bleeding calf and thigh.

Thorin groaned and looked around. He spotted her pack near the spring. "Bring her over to the spring and we will clean her up there. Perhaps she has bandages or cloth in her pack we can use." Dwalin nodded and gently picked Elora up. He carried her to the spring and laid her down on her back. 

Thorin dumped out Elora's pack to look for bandages. He found some and also some cloth and a bar of soap to use to wash her wounds.

Dwalin carefully cut Elora's shirt just under her breasts so they could get at the wound. He grinned when he saw beautiful tattoos across her hips and belly that looked like they wrapped around her completely. Then he cut away her pants at the upper thigh so they could get at her leg wounds and he noticed another set of beautiful tattoos running down the entire length of the outside of her leg and it wrapped around her ankle and onto the top of her foot. “ouch!” he thought. He set the cloth aside in case they needed to use it to splint anything.

He gently prodded her ribs along the gash to see if they had broken. A couple of them gave too easy and Elora groaned. He frowned. "Thorin, I think she has some broken ribs as well as the gash." he informed the dwarf.

Throin nodded. He handed Dwalin one of Elora's water skins, a cloth and the soap. Here, take these and get her cleaned up. I'm going to look and see if we have anything to pack the wound with to keep it from getting infected. We are still two days from Erebor." He said. Dwalin grunted and got to work cleaning her wounds. 

Thorin dug around in their packs looking for the med kit Oin had packed them. He found it and dumped out the contents near Dwalin. Dwalin spotted the yarrow and pointed at it. "Oin used that on your wounds from the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin. He made it into a poultice and coated the wounds with it then bandaged them. Here, hold this in place on the gash and I'll make a poultice for her." he told Thorin. Thorin nodded and moved to trade places with Dwalin.

Dwalin made a small fire and took a small metal pot from the pack and filled it half full with water. Then he took the small mortise and pestle and ground up the yarrow till it was a fine powder. Once the water was hot he added some to the powder and mixed it up, it was still too thick so he added some cold water to it until it was the right consistency he had seen Oin use on Thorin's battle wounds.

He came over and knelt next to Thorin. Thorin carefully pulled away the cloth he was holding on the wound and Elora moaned, but didn't move. 

Dwalin looked at Elora's face then said, "Thorin, you may need to hold her down, this might sting a little." Thorin nodded and put his hands on Elora's chest bone and her belly. He nodded at Dwalin who began to put the poultice on the wound.

Elora's eyes shot open and she let out a cry and tried to thrash, but Thorin held her down, surprised by her strength. Dwalin ended up having to pin her arm down with his knee so she wouldn't try to pull the poultice off. Once he finished putting the poultice on her gash, he laid cloth over it and Thorin helped him sit Elora up so Dwalin could wrap her torso with bandages. 

Elora was unconscious again from the pain and her head was resting on Thorin's shoulder. Once she was bandaged, they laid her down and Dwalin put the remaining poultice on her thigh wound and her calf one also. Then he bandaged them as well. 

Thorin repacked Elora's pack, and then repacked the med kit. He went back to the pile of goblins in the center of the glenn and looked around. 

"Thorin, what are you doing?" Dwalin asked as he walked up to him. "I'm looking for those weapons she had used. I've never seen them before and wanted to get a better look at them. They have to be around here somewhere." 

Dwalin nodded and they spent a few minutes moving the pile of goblins and found the weapons on the bottom of the pile. They each picked one up and studied it for a moment. Then they cleaned off the goblin blood. Thorin noticed a groove in the middle of the weapon and examined it closer.

He found a small switch on the edge of one of the blades at the center and flipped it. He saw it allowed the weapon to fold in on itself so it went from an 'S' shape to a 'C' shape. He showed Dwalin the switch and Dwalin folded the other blade up. They each took it with them and Thorin noticed the sheaths hanging off of Elora's pack.

"Dwalin, look, the sheaths are attached to her pack. He said as he slipped the weapon into one of them, then flipped the strap over the top and snapped it into place. Dwalin sheathed the other one and then looked at Thorin. 

"Do you want me to carry her first or do you want to?" he asked. "I'll let you carry her first. I'll take her pack and mine." Thorin said. "Lets get going before it gets dark." he said. Dwalin nodded and went to put out the fire. He tied Elora's water skin to his waist band and carefully picked her up. He was surprised how light she was.

Thorin put his pack back on his back and then put Elora's on one of his shoulders. He grabbed his bow, sheathed Orchrist, and started walking out of the glen and Dwalin followed. They walked most of the afternoon. Pausing only to check Elora's bandages and to drink from the skins. By nightfall they found a shallow, unoccupied cave to camp in. Dwalin took first watch and Thorin laid beside Elora and covered her with his fur-lined cloak to keep her warm. 

They slept for a few hours until Elroa began to wake from the pain. Dwalin noticed and began to make a pain relieving tea for her to drink that would knock her out again and help her sleep. 

Thorin helped her to sit up and Dwalin helped her to drink the tea. Quickly she was sleeping again and they laid her back down. Thorin again laid next to her and covered her with his cloak. Dwalin went back to his watch and the night passed uneventfully. Around midnight, Thorin got up and took over watch, letting Dwalin lie next to Elora to keep her warm. 

Dwalin could tell something wasn't right as closer to morning, Elora got more and more feverish. By morning Elora was in a lot of pain and was burning up with a high fever. Thorin and Dwalin talked quietly and decided to keep her drugged with the sleeping tea so they could travel fast and hoped to be back to Erebor by nightfall where Oin could take over her care. They were both worried about infection, knowing goblin and orc blades were often filthy and sometimes poisoned.

They quickly made enough of the sleeping tea to last the day and Thorin made sure all of the other water skins were full before they changed her dressings and poultice and headed out. They took turns carrying Elora and her pack throughout the day. By nightfall they knew they would not make it to Erebor. They talked about continuing through the night, but decided against it, seeing Elora needed rest and they needed to make more tea for her. 

Thorin mopped Elora's brow with a rag and cool water, wishing they had something to reduce her fever. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and she began shivering. He draped his cloak over her and looked up at Dwalin. They both were worried. 

The night passed quickly and they were off before dawn. Thorin carrying the packs and Dwalin carrying Elora. When they came into view around midday, the guards at Raven Hill came running to them. Thorin sent one to tell Oin to meet them at the gates. They continued their walk to the gates of Erebor. Wishing they could run, but knowing the josteling would not help the woman.

Once inside the gates, they were met by Kili and Fili, Dis, Balin and Oin. "What happened?" Dis asked as they followed Oin to the Healing Hall. "We found her in a glen and she was being attacked by goblins." Thorin replied. "Who is she?" Fili asked. "I don't know. We will have to wait until she is able to regain consciousness." Thorin replied with a frown.

"Balin, have a room prepared for her in the Royal wing once she is healed enough to be moved. I want to find out who she is and what she was doing in the glen with no traveling companions." Thorin instructs. 

Balin nods. "Thorin, Lord Elrond and a company of Elves from Rivendell arrived the other day. They wished to talk with you regarding trade matters." Balin informed him. Dwalin looked at him surprised. 

"Thorin, perhaps Lord Elrond might be able to tell you about the unusual weapons the Lass was using. They looked to be decorated in the Elvish manner!" he suggested. Thorin nodded. 

"Balin, inform Lord Elrond I wish to speak with him privately on a matter. Inform him we just returned from journeying and will meet him in the Blue meeting room in a half hour." Thorin ordered. Balin nodded and left. 

"Fili any news I should know about from when we were gone?" Thorin asks. Fili shakes his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Bard sends his greetings and invited us to their fall harvest celebration in a few weeks. The mines are doing well and other than Elrond's arrival, nothing much to report." Fili replies.

"Thank you Fili, for taking over and giving us time to travel and relax." Thorin tells his nephew. FIli smiles. "I would like to hear how your travels went and how you came upon the Lass when you get some time." he tells his uncle. Kili grins. "I want to hear it too, Uncle!" 

Thorin smiles. "Maybe tonight after supper. We will see how the evening goes."

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[maorcows]

If I had $10,000 to spend, I'd go and buy myself a handmade replica of Orchrist from the Weta people.

I'd be the talk of the next convention.

Richard ain't got nothin' on me.

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INKTOBER Day 17: Swords. #swords #glamdring #orchrist #art #artistsoninstagram #inktober #inking #inking #drawing #medieval #fantasy

[shiningheart1]

So here's a thought. Why doesn't Orchrist and Glamdring glow blue like Sting does if they were all made by elves?