#sigrid x tauriel

[acornsandoaktrees]

don’t mind me, just posting hyper-specific fanart of my sigriel fic

[unendingwanderlust]

Fourth contribution to the TPC (@tolkienpinupcalendar) Rare Pair Bingo. This one fills Sigrid/Tauriel, Workplace Rivals, and Fuck Or Die.

TITLE: Protocol Thirty-One And Its Practical Applications RATING: E WARNINGS: Chose Not To Warn RELATIONSHIPS: Sigrid/Tauriel WORD COUNT: 3954

SUMMARY: When an investigation into a mundane haunting takes an unexpected turn for the worst, Sigrid wonders whether she'll make it out alive after all…

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[fellowshipofthefics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sigrid/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale & Bard the Bowman & Sigrid & Tilda Characters: Original Characters, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Bard the Bowman, Ecthelion II Additional Tags: thauc23, Arranged Marriage, Fluff and Angst, girls supporting girls, kingdom of dale, Gondor (Tolkien) Summary:

Five years after the Battle of the Five Armies, Dale begins to flourish as it picks itself back up. Things have never looked better for the kingdom of men. Their princess, Sigrid, is now tasked with the duties of building relations with other nations, and what more than to wed the prince of the great kingdom of Gondor itself?

But is this really what she wants? She can't help but have doubts, but the words of a red-haired she-elf just might give her the right answer for herself.

Prompt: 5 years post BotFA, where Sigrid is betrothed to someone in one of the other human kingdoms (because she's too dutiful to say no) and Tauriel goes with her as a bodyguard.

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Sigrid of Laketown x Tauriel of Greenwood

"If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it."

-John Irving

[meteors-lotr]

Monopoly

Tauriel: If we have to play in teams, why can't I be with my girlfriend? Sigrid: The last time we teamed up for a board game, we broke up for three weeks *** Gimli: We'll purchase the railroad! Aragorn: You didn't...land on it... Gimli, louder: We'll PURCHASE the RAILROAD *** Tilda, to Merry: I don't care if we're friends or not. Right now, this is war, and I will murder you. Frodo, quietly: Does she have a knife? Legolas: Yes. Multiple *** Éomer: I can and will destroy your bloodline Tauriel: Jokes on you dipshit, the bloodline's already ending with me *** Éowyn: With this much money, we could totally buy a stripclub Arwen: What? Éowyn: What? *** Tilda: I will not pay you Gimli: Them's the rules jackass. Pay up Tilda, calmly, holding her sword: No Boromir: Babe, no *** Sam: Two hundred dollars- Pippin: Five hundred. Sam: ...two hundred Pippin: Five. Hundred. Sam: But- Pippin: Five hundred and your left testicle *** Èomer: Yes! Éowyn: You just lost Éomer: No I didn't! Faramir: Mer, we just lost Éomer: ...shit *** Sigrid: I'm bored Legolas: Then go die Sigrid, standing up: Okay Tauriel, pulling her back down: First of all no *** Aragorn: Where'd Tilda go? Boromir: She left after we lost. Said something about needing to stab things Bain: Stab what? [Distant yell, thud, then silence] Bain: ...where's Merry Pippin: I think he just got stabbed

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So excited! Here is mine (writer) and @ai-katsuu (artist) contribution to THUAC 2023 created by @fellowshipofthefics

Summary: Five years after the Battle of the Five Armies, Dale begins to flourish as it picks itself back up. Things have never looked better for the kingdom of men. Their princess, Sigrid, is now tasked with the duties of building relations with other nations, and what more than to wed the prince of the great kingdom of Gondor itself?

But is this really what she wants? She can't help but have doubts, but the words of a red-haired she-elf just might give her the right answer for herself.

[blankdblank]

Doctor AU

Doctor Thranduil

Forgotten - After a seemingly lonely childhood a new face in town stirs up the rumor mill in your direction while a Durin faces impending ruin at the hands of his heartless runaway fiance. Both the new face and you share quite a remarkable secret that only brings you closer together.Depressed Elf OC – Adopted by Dwarves – Culture Clash – Doctor Oropher/Thranduil – Kili x Tauriel – Fili x Sigrid – Kili x OC – Bagginshield – Instant Attraction – Flirting Flubs – Implied Smut

pt1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - (ReWrite on Ao3 here)

Rewrite - Prologue - Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 -

Thranduil Doctor x OC Doctor

Boyfriend -  14,000 years is a long time to wait to bump into your crush again. Though now as co-workers you finally get to find out the man behind the familiar stranger’s face. Too bad his Barista Boyfriend keeps trying to set you up with his father to help you adjust to life in a new Kingdom.

Boyfriend Masterlist

[middleearthpixie]

After the Fire ~ Chapter Fourteen

Fandom: The Hobbit - Post BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.

Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield. 

Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done. 

Jasna returns from Dale to find Thorin’s bed in the infirmary stripped and later, Thorin can’t stop thinking about kissing Jasna. 

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham

Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Dís 

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,733

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Previous chapters can be found here. 

Jasna was halfway to Erebor when she realized that she knew the she-elf’s name was Tauriel, but nothing more. She’d forgotten to ask about her well-being. It didn't sound as if she’d died at Ravenhill or anywhere near Erebor, but she couldn’t be absolutely certain. And although she thought Bard might have mentioned it if Tauriel had died, again, she couldn't be absolutely certain. 

And that meant going back to Dale so she could be absolutely certain.

She stopped, her shoulders slumping as she looked first ahead at Erebor, and then, a low sigh bubbled to her lips as she turned and stared at Dale in the distance. The last thing she wanted to do was trudge all the way back to Dale, bother Bard once more, and then trudge all the way back to Erebor.

But, on the other hand, she promised Kíli she would learn the she-elf’s fate if at all possible.

The winds picked up and by the time she was on the doorstep of the Provincial House once more, her nose was numb and her teeth chattered with cold. The temperature had dropped enough that she wouldn’t have been surprised to see her fist shatter when she rapped on the door.

Sigrid opened the door, greeting her with a grin and a cheerful, “Didn’t you just leave here?”

“I know, I know. I f-f-forgot to ask your f-f-father something.”

“Well, don’t just stand out there in the cold. Come in.” Sigrid stepped aside. “Da! Miss Stoneham is back!”

“Jasna?” Bard called from somewhere within the depths of the Provincial House. “Is something the matter?”

“Aside from my forgetting the reason why I was h-h-here to b-b-begin with?”

“Come in. Tilda, set a place for Miss Stoneham.”

“Oh, no, I c-c-couldn’t.”

“Don’t be silly.” Bard came out of the kitchen, striding down the short hallway toward her. “It’s freezing cold out,” he reached out to brush snow from her shoulder, “it’s snowing again, and you will join us because there is plenty.”

She smiled. Something did smell absolutely divine and she really didn't want to just dart back out into the cold. “As l-l-long as I’m not im-im-imposing.”

“You never are.” He moved to whisk her cloak from her shoulders. “Sigrid, pour Miss Stoneham some wine.”

“Of course.” 

As Sigrid returned to the kitchen, Bard said, “So, what brings you back?”

“I forgot to ask you if you kn-knew Tauriel’s fate.”

“Her fate?”

“Yes. Kíli was asking about her. Did she survive the Battle of the Five Armies? Do you know? He was very concerned she might not have.”

“Assure him that she did, in fact, survive. She and Legolas returned to Mirkwood with Thranduíl, as far as I know.”

“Good. That should put Kíli’s mind at ease.” She frowned. “At least, I think it will. Did they re-re-return together or together?”

“You mean as a couple?” He waited for her to nod, then shrugged. “That, I do not know.”

“I can’t imagine it would make Kíli happy to learn she is with another. So perhaps I’ll leave that part out.”

“Perhaps.” He smiled, easing an arm about her shoulders. “But, come and have something hot to eat and then I’ll see you back to Erebor.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I am p-p-p-p—I can walk.”

“I won’t hear of it, Miss Stoneham. It’s late, it’s dark, and the weather is terrible. I’ll see you home after supper.”

Thorin’s bed was empty. Stripped of its linens. Waiting patiently for its next occupant.

Jasna could only stare at it, her throat tight, her face hot. Fíli and Kíli remained, and he must’ve seen her expression, for Kíli said, “He left not more than an hour ago.”

“That’s wonderful.” She forced a smile to her lips as she turned to the youngest Durin. “I didn't know Óin felt him ready, but I’m glad he did.” 

She shrugged out of her coat, draping it over her arm as she leaned over to press her free palm to his forehead. “How d-d-do you feel?”

“I’ve had better days, I’ll not lie.” He offered up a tired smile, his face still pale, the dark smudges still visibly under his eyes. “But, I awoke this morning, and I saw it was snowing out, and my uncle is alive, my brother is alive, our mother is here, so it’s not an altogether terrible day, either.”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” she told him. “You’re n-n-not running a fever, either. And that’s a v-v-v-very good thing.”

“Tell him I’m not going to die, would you please?” Fíli’s voice rose, thick with sleep, from his bed. “And tell ‘Amad as well. She seems convinced otherwise.”

“Your Highness,” she turned to Kíli, “your brother is not going to die. I promise you this.”

Kíli pulled his brows low. “Your Highness? Oh, no… that won’t do. Kíli is fine.”

“I think Thorin makes her address us, and him, this way,” Fíli said.

“He probably does,” Kíli nodded, “what with that big swelled head he’s got now.”

“Oh, stop it, b-b-b-both of you, you kn-kn-know he does n-n-n-no such thing.” She shook her head, moving away from both of them,  trying to hold her smile at bay. She could just imagine what Thorin would say to this entire conversation regarding how she addressed any of them. “I’m glad to see you both up, but now I have to ready for r-r-rounds. So if you w-w-will excuse me.”

As she crossed back to her room, her smile faded and her heart grew heavy. Of course, she wanted Thorin to leave the infirmary. She wanted everyone who was in there to be able to leave of their own power. She just wasn't quite ready for it to be so soon. Her odds of seeing him now were slim to none, as she had the feeling he didn't often venture into Óin’s domain, and she certainly couldn't go in search of him. It would raise too many suspicions and be pointless besides. She’d heard Bard. Dwarves stayed with dwarves. Thorin’s kissing her last eve was an aberration, one that he most likely would not be repeating any time soon.

Still, as she hung up her coat, only one question lingered in her mind;

Who would comfort him when his next nightmare tormented him?

The last time Thorin has been in his chambers was the morning of the battle. He hadn’t been in his right frame of mind at that time, either, driven half-mad by his need to keep the entirety of Erebor’s treasure hoard to himself. 

Someone must have brought his things back when he’d been brought to the infirmary, for the Orcrist had been with him at Ravenhill. It was the sword he’d used to end Azog’s pathetic life, minutes before his own threatened to end. 

Without thinking, he slid a hand beneath his tunic, over the fresh, raised scars left by the Defiler’s double-bladed arm. They were still too sensitive to be touched, but he ignored the slight sting as he brushed them with his fingertips. He’d found the Orcrist in a cave in the Trollshaws. Upon arriving in Rivendell shortly afterwards, Elrond himself had admired the sword and pressed it into Thorin’s hands. He promptly lost it in the forest of Mirkwood, when he and the Company were rounded up and taken into custody of the Woodland elves and Thranduíl’s son Legolas confiscated it, along with just about everything else the dwarves carried on their persons. 

It was also Legolas who returned the sword to him at Ravenhill when the the elf fired it up and sank it into an orc’s chest. Thorin had the presence of mind to grab the handle as the orc toppled over the side. And with it, he went to confront Azog for the last time.

He moved to the corner where the silver sword stood propped against the dark gray stone wall. It gleamed in the low light, but remained silver. The blade would glow blue in the presence of an orc or goblin and had he’d remembered that, Azog would not have had the opportunity to run him through. 

But Thorin had forgotten that nugget and it nearly cost him his life.

He had no idea how he’d survived on that floe. The last thing he remembered was the light going out in Azog’s pale, flat eyes. Thorin stumbled back, away from the enormous, pale, scarred body, and turned without thinking to walk to the edge of the ice. Fire filled his belly. Blood soaked into his rough-hewn henley. His gut roiled. His knees gave. He hit the ice, and remembered only Bilbo Baggins’ kind face, his assurance that the eagles were coming and that—

Thorin shivered. He didn't remember anything after that until he opened his eyes and found himself not in the Halls of Mandos, at his father’s and grandfather’s sides, but in the cold, bleak infirmary in Erebor. 

“Thorin?”

He started at the voice, although it was very familiar, and when he turned, it was to see the Hobbit standing in the open doorway of his apartments. Thorin left the Orcrist where it stood, and walked through to the sitting room. “Master Baggins, I wondered if you were still about. I asked Miss Stoneham, but she didn't know.”

“They would give me no news of your condition.” Bilbo Baggins gestured toward him. “May I?”

“Of course.” Thorin swept a hand in the direction of the small sofa. “Sit. I’m afraid I’ve nothing to offer you, but you’re welcome to come in just the same.”

“Thank you.” The halfling came into the flat almost nervously, hands clasped at his waist. “How are you feeling?”

“More like myself. And I mean the self I was in Bag-End, not the self I was here the last time we spoke.”

“When you ordered me tossed from the ramparts, you mean.”

Hot shame stung his insides as he nodded. “Yes, Master Baggins, that’s what I mean.”

“We put that behind us.”

“And yet, you bring it up.”

Bilbo’s dark eyes widened and his expression bordered on hurt. “You’re right. And I apologize.” He took a deep breath. “I’m glad to see you up on your feet again.”

“I am glad to be able to be on them.” Thorin sighed softly, looking down at the hobbit. “I wanted to apologize, for my words to you that day. I understand why you did what you did, that you thought you were acting in my best interest.”

“I was acting in your best interest, Thorin. You were… not yourself.”

“No. I wasn’t. But, I was also not your problem. And not your charge.”

“You were my friend.”

“And now?”

The hobbit looked up, his eyes wide. “And now what? Do you not recall what we spoke of at Ravenhill?”

“I’m afraid I do not, no. I remember the shrillness of the eagles. The roar of my blood in my skull, and then it all goes black until I heard Jasna’s voice.”

“Jasna?” Bilbo shook his head. “Who is Jasna?”

“Miss Stoneham. A healer. She cared for me, is caring for Fíli and Kíli, and hers was the first voice I heard when I began to come round.”

“Is she Óin’s wife?”

“No. She’s of Man, actually. Óin petitioned Bard to help him and she is who he sent.” Thorin sank onto the arm of the sofa to ease the slight ache in his belly. “She was a medical student in Esgaroth.”

“A girl?”

“A woman, but yes. She’s quite skilled, for being only a student.” He almost sighed as the memory of her lips against his flashed through him. He didn't know what possessed him to kiss her last night, but now he couldn't stop thinking about it. Even now, his entire body seemed to grow warmer at just the thought of her in his arms again.

Perhaps it was but his imagination, but he’d swear Bilbo’s spine stiffened. If he didn't know any better, he’d think the halfling was jealous. Which was stupid, really. Why would he be?

But then, Bilbo drew in a deep breath. “Thorin, there is something I wanted to speak with—”

“Ah, there you are!” 

Thorin looked up at his sister in the doorway. “My apartments are very popular this evening. What is it, Dís?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Bilbo’s shoulders slump, but then Dís said, “I needed to speak with you, Thorin.” She looked over at the hobbit. “In private, if you’d not mind.”

“Master Baggins, will you be staying with us much longer?” Thorin asked.

“I—I don’t know. Perhaps.”

“I will catch up with you in the morning then, if you’d not mind.”

The hobbit sighed, but nodded. “Of course. Sleep well.”

Dís offered up a slight smile as the hobbit brushed by her and disappeared down the corridor, then she closed the door. “So, that’s the hobbit? Your burglar?”

“He is more than he appears,” Thorin replied with a smile. “Trust me.”

“Well, I will have to take your word for it.” She came around to sink onto the sofa. “Have you been up to see Miss Stoneham?”

“Dís, not now, if you’d not mind.”

“What? She was probably surprised when she returned from Dale and found your bed empty.”

He sat alongside his sister, his hands clasped between his thighs. “She had to know this day would come. I’m moving slowly, but am no longer in need of round the clock care, either.”

“And will you be kissing her again?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Thorin, you can deny it all you wish, I know what I saw. And what I saw was you kissing her and her kissing you back. Quite thoroughly, if my eyes were to be believed.”

Heat swept through him. “It was a momentary lapse of judgment.”

“Was it though?”  She held his stare easily. “You looked very content to be where you were, you know. At least, you did from where I sat.”

“Dís, I—”

“Do you like her?”

“What does that matter? Why do you even c—”

“Do you?”

He sighed, carefully leaning back, and closed his eyes. “I do like her, yes.”

“So, why are you here and not out there, wooing her?”

He just stared. “Wooing her?”

“Yes! Take her for a walk in the moonlight, in the snow. It’s beautiful out in the courtyard when you can’t see how overgrown it is. Kiss her. Laugh with her. Bring her back here and do whatever you wish with her as long as you are both happy.”

“We both know I can’t do that, Dís.”

“Of course you can. You’ve not promised anything to anyone and even if you had, things change. You’ve changed. And perhaps your priorities have now as well.”

“Dís—”

“You left Ered Luin almost two years ago, Thorin. And much has happened in those two years.”

He sighed softly. “Dís, I… It’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because it isn’t and it is none of your concern, either.”

“I want to see you happy, Thorin. And it’s been a long time since you have been. And I like Miss Stoneham. I should like to see her happy as well.”

“That is neither here nor there. I have a kingdom and bridges that both need to be rebuilt and I’ve no time for much else.”

“You can make the time.”

“Dís.”

“I’m just saying you can. And Miss Stoneham seems to know how to handle you.”

“Handle me?” He opened his eyes and lifted his head to stare at her. 

“Yes,” she bobbed her head, the beads in her beard braids clacking emphatically, “handle you. You need someone as strong willed as you, who understands you. Miss Stoneham seems to fit that description.”

“Dís.”

“I’m just saying, is all.” Her skirts rustled as she stood. “And I think you will regret it if you don’t.”

He didn't say anything, but let his head fall back against the sofa back once more. He loved his sister dearly, but there were those times…

Still, he wasn’t certain she was entirely wrong, either.

[robertdowneyhiddlesbatch]

Elf x Dwarf

I wrote a thranduil x resurrected!wife fic on Wattpad and blew up. She had lost memories and joined Thorin’s company and Fili fell for her… and then Fili fell. 😢

It’s been year(s) now and I was just reading my over the past few days and I’m starting to pick up traction in my brain for a sequel.

So now I’m researching what would happen post lotr and find a way to write a post story that would include Kili’s descendant Fili x Thranduil’s daughter.

So while I was reading, someone was like, well, men obviously took over, elves departed, and dwarves ( mixed? Not sure where they went) and hobbits became even more secret and it dwindled down to now human present.

Ooh! Okay, so we can have Daughter x Fili 3 x sigrid 5 (cause Fili x sigrid) and somehow make sigrid’s descendant be the evident villain in any sort. (Like, villain in the story, or actually a villain, villain.

And then the “connecting to present” links it to the Assassin’s Creed headcanon I had where Tolkien is valued as THE Historian and people are after the arkenstone and resurrections happen.

And oh! This just came to me now as I’m typing this post! I was confused if o wanted to resurrect the three durins or just Thorin, and Smaug. So this trilogy way, Fili can get his closure, kili already got Tauriel, so now it’s just Thorin vs Smaug.

Ooh! Love my my mind! (Ideas)

Hate my brain (chemicals that can’t write)

[acornsandoaktrees]

sigriel is brainrotting hard rn. loved drawing tauriel as a lil goober for this hehe

[unendingwanderlust]

KINKTOBER DAY 24: CROSSDRESSING || KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

TITLE: Cocaine Problems Require Cocaine Solutions RATING: E WARNINGS: Brief mention of drug use. RELATIONSHIPS: Sigrid/Tauriel WORD COUNT: 2760 SERIES: There Goes The Neighborhood

SUMMARY: Ten minutes before the show is scheduled to start, Sigrid tugs at Tauriel’s wrist to pull her aside. The look on her face reads that she's two seconds away from committing murder, but her ire doesn't seem to be directed at Tauriel. “Remember when you joked that the secret ingredient for your hot chocolate was cocaine? Well, this is true in the modeling world.”

Tauriel's eyebrows climb to her hairline. “Excuse me?”

“My model just overdosed in the restroom and we can't find a replacement,” Sigrid blurts out. “But you're about his height, so you could do this for me, right? With a few quick alterations, this won't be a complete fiasco!”

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[ai-katsuu]

thinking about a hobbit/lotr x reader Ocean’s 8 AU where they try to steal a certain gem maybe from Erebor, not the arkenstone but something else

Tauriel, Dis, Fem! Reader, Sigrid, Arwen, Eowyn, the wife of Thranduil (who yes, is brought back to life in this AU bc she has so much good and open potential for interpretation. I have character on her and she is hilarious)

oh and the 8th member who joins last minute? ofc the one character who is there in both films

and and the person who isn't really an antagonist but someone they have to sneak past: the only other person in both films

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Some ship art. Fav hobbit ships.

[nocompromise-noregrets]

some getting-to-know-me questions

thank you to the lovely @bigneonglitter for the tag! <333333

three ships I like: well, there's the bi widower dads (come join us for Barduil Month!), and then my beloved rarepair canoes Legolas/Imrahil and Sigrid/Tauriel...and that's just for starters.

last song I heard: listening to something on the soundtrack for Breaking Bad at the moment (the missus is watching it and I'm kind of half-following it) but I've no idea what it is, and I can't remember what was on in the pub last night, but the last thing on my Spotify is The Bitter End by my very much beloved Placebo so that will do nicely :D

favourite childhood book: too many to count, but including the Chalet School series, the Moomins, Peanuts, various Roald Dahl books (yes, I know, I know, it was the 80s and I didn't realise at the time), The Thirteen Clocks and the Wonderful O by James Thurber, and a whole load of other things. I read obsessively as a child.

currently reading: still working my way through The Two Towers but not actually really reading anything. I've more or less completely lost the ability to sit down and concentrate on a book, thanks Tumblr for destroying my concentration span.

currently watching: Breaking Bad, sort of, Morden im Norden and Watzmann ermittelt, and really really looking forward to X-Men 97 on Wednesday omg.

currently craving: Chinese food, which we shall be ordering as soon as our favourite takeaway starts delivering in about an hour XD

first ship ever: fandomwise, Rogue/Gambit from X-Men, but when I didn't know what it was, various including Lai/Ymarys from Sarah Ash's Moths to a Flame omg it's been nearly thirty years and I still so desperately need someone to read that book and come and ship them with me, they're so deliciously tragic and doomed...

heee! thank you! <3333333 entirely no-obligation tags to @verecunda, @seagull-energy, @myeaglesong, @mihrsuri, @lordoftherazzles, @writerman, @scary-grace, @herawell, @mirkwood-hr-department, @spiced-wine-fic and anyone else who sees this and fancies doing it!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Dwarrowtober 2022 Day 9: Fire- Kili Durin x OC

Kili Durin x Rosemary Fairbairn

Description: Smaug attacks Laketown and Kili and Rosemary are separated in the chaos.

Word Count: 1.4k

Rosemary liked to believe that she was a gifted healer and magic user. That’s why she eventually took Oin’s place in staying in Laketown to take care of Kili as well as Fili, who wished to stay with his brother, and Bofur, who overslept and missed the boat to Erebor. It took quite a while as well as both her and the Elf Tauriel’s efforts, but they managed to get it done. Within seconds he was both feeling and looking better.

Unfortunately their victory was short lived. As Rosemary took a seat and handed a cup of water to a much livelier Kili she was suddenly startled by what sounded like several distant but equally as loud banging sounds. They echoed over Laketown, which caused everyone in the house to look amongst themselves nervously. Immediately the Hobbit was out of her seat and walking over to the window along with Tauriel, Sigrid and Fili.

She hadn’t even realized that she’d been working on Kili so long that the sky was now dark with the moon in the sky. That made it much easier to see a great gold object suddenly burst out of the side of the mountain in which Erebor sat. A surprised gasp left those who watched it happen, surprise evident in all of them. Dread entered Rosemary’s being as she came to the horrifying realization that the object was a dragon. Smaug. He flapped his wings and lifted into the air effortlessly, spinning and causing what looked to be gold to fall off of him in a rain of golden shimmer. Once it was all off he suddenly swooped down, heading straight for Laketown.

“We have to go,” Tauriel suddenly said, pulling everyone’s gazes away from what could very well be the cause of their impending doom. Just as she finished speaking a shadow flew over the house. It was too late.

“Come on, we have no time. We must leave!” The Elf urged, beginning to pull Bard’s children away from the window and towards the door. Fili and Rosemary were quick to help Kili up upon Bofur’s instruction. W

“I’m fine, I can walk,” the younger Durin said, though the Hobbit made sure to keep a grip on his arm as everyone clamored into one of the many boats already sitting on top of the water at the back of the house.

“As fast as you can,” Tauriel instructed, helping Kili into the boat followed by Rosemary, Fili and Bofur.

“We’re not leaving without our father,” Bain cut in, making the Elf look at him.

“If you stay here, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?” She asked without hesitation, which made Rosemary frown. After a moment of thought Bain helped Tilda and Sigrid into the boat before climbing in himself. The youngest child sought comfort in Rosemary while Sigrid grabbed rowing poles for everyone.

With everyone else in, Tauriel climbed into the boat and off they set down the canal, poling the bat through the floating chunks of ice. Smaug swooped overhead, which caused the townspeople to scream. He suddenly dove towards the town, breathing fire in a line all the way across the town. Rosemary hid Tilda’s face though she couldn’t tear her terrified gaze from the sight. The screams of the victims would haunt her if they made it out of this. It felt like a nightmare, one that she couldn’t wake up from.

“Rosemary, take over for Kili,” Fili instructed, having noticed his brother’s rapidly growing fatigue. The girl nodded quickly, passing off the child to Sigrid before attempting to grab the pole from Kili (despite his protests that he was fine).

“Look out!” Bain suddenly yelled shortly before the boat jolted. Rosemary, having not expected the abrupt movement, immediately lost her balance. Unfortunately she happened to be near the edge of the boat, which meant when the boat collided with the Master’s boat she went overboard.

The water was freezing. It was like a thousand knives stabbing any and every part of her body that it could reach. She looked around rapidly, ignoring the burning in her eyes from the saltwater as she looked around to find the surface of the water. It took her a moment to find it, but she did. As she attempted to swim to the surface with her seized arms and legs she suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of her head. And with that, everything went black.

By early morning Smaug the Terrible was dead via the Black Arrow shot by Bard with Bain’s help. And yet, here Kili was worrying himself sick. Hours had passed and there was still no sign of Rosemary. After she’d fallen into the water when they collided with the Master’s boat he tried desperately to go in after her. If it weren’t for Fili holding him back he likely would have found her.

Unfortunately after the Master’s boat passed them she was completely out of sight, much to his worry and disappointment. He wanted to stay and search for her, even begging the others, but Tauriel wouldn’t allow it. Though he understood why she did it, it didn’t stop him from holding some resentment for the Elf. Once they reached land he stayed close to the shore in hopes that she would wash up. Alive.

After a while of waiting and searching Kili was beginning to give up hope. Tauriel, Sigrid and Tilda had gone in search of Bard. While they did that Bofur and Fili grabbed another boat and began preparing to sail to Erebor. Kili didn’t pay attention to them until he felt his brother’s hand on his shoulder.

“Kili, we must go,” he said softly. The younger Dwarf shook his head quickly, looking at Fili desperately.

“Fee-”

“I know,” he interrupted in a gentle voice. “You want to look for her, but we have to go quickly.” Kili opened his mouth, then closed it, feeling torn. He turned his head to the shore once again in one last attempt to spot her. What he wasn’t expecting was to actually have some luck in his search. His eyes widened as they stopped on a familiar flash of light blonde hair shakily crawling onto the shore.

“Rosemary,” was all he managed to get out before he was standing up and running towards her. By the time he reached her she was only halfway out of the water. He was quick to help her the rest of the way then fell to his knees hugging her close to his body.

“Kili?” She asked hoarsely, and the sound nearly made him cry as he nodded before pulling back to look at her.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay,” he muttered tearfully as he rested his forehead against hers. His hands moved down to his arms but was stopped when she suddenly hissed and pulled her left arm out of his grasp. His brows furrowed and he looked down at it, which was now being cradled by her right hand. There was a nasty looking burn that stretched from her elbow to halfway down her forearm. The sight made the Prince gasp and he looked at her with a worried expression.

“I was picked up and resuscitated by some kind folks. They allowed me to stay on their ship until Smaug blew another gust of fire over the town. I managed to jump in time and only got this, but those people…” she trailed off, shaking her head sadly. Kili offered her a sympathetic yet guilty expression.

“Rosemary please believe I wanted to stay and search for you-”

“I know,” she cut him off in a soothing voice. “I know you did. It’s okay.” He nodded, though he didn’t look fully convinced.

“Well, I’m sure Oin will have something for you once we get to Erebor. Do you think you can stand?” The girl nodded, though Kili still helped her up. Before they made their way to the boat Rosemary stopped and hugged him.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she muttered into his shoulder.

“Same with you,” he responded, kissing the top of her head before they pulled away.

“It’s gonna take more than just some dragon fire to get rid of me,” she teased with a wink before making her way over to the others, leaving the Prince to watch her for a moment with a stupid grin before following her.