#this is Thorin and Thranduil btw

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A dwarf and an elf

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

I think it's kinda funny how you can see if a The Hobbit fan is a book fan or a movie-only fan just by asking who their favourite dwarf is and why

[justpostsyeet]

Amount of actors who belongs in LGBTQA+ community present in The hobbit trilogy is amazing

[necrobratz]

baby fro & thranduil doodle from class

[the-pen-pot]

Could I ask about Where the Heart Is? (I’m still blaming/thanking you for my Bagginshield obsession, BTW) Or, if you’ve already done that one, Guard of Diocletian?

Both are on my TBR, and I’m really looking forward to them!

Lol, I will happily take the blame for your Bagginshield obsession.

Where The Heart Is: a typical mixture of "missing presumed dead" and "voyage and return" Bilbo returns to teh Shire, and has just made up his mind to leave Hobbiton behind and return to the Lonely Mountain when raiders sweep through Hobbiton.

Summary:

'There was an attack. Raiders. There was no warning of their coming.'  Gandalf sighed: the broken sound of someone who has failed in  their duty of care.  'They took everything they could carry, and  burned everything they could not. Many of the fallen were impossible to  recognise.' Gandalf leant on his staff, and the wizard looked more tired than Thorin had ever seen him. He swallowed, and Thorin wanted to  put his hands over his ears, because he knew, sick and certain, why there had been no more letters from Bag End.

'Bilbo is not among those who live.'

And a little snippet under the read more 😉

There are several chapters of the draft of this for patrons, but currently it's not up on AO3 because it's unfinished, still in its draft stages, and I tend to only post one big project at once, (and currently Hiraeth has me in its thrall). It'll get its time to shine on the archive eventually!

Golden sunlight shafted through the trees, painting the ground with bars of light and shadow. The piping melody of birdsong flowed on the breeze. Rich loam fragranced the air, and a carpet of wildflowers splashed colour as far as the eye could see.

These were not the barren lands of the north, nor the dank deliriums of Thranduil’s forest.

This was the Shire.

Bilbo patted the neck of his horse, his breath escaping him in a shaking stream as he struggled with the disappointment creaking in his gut. After so long away, he had imagined that the gently rolling hills would bring him comfort. This was the end of his journey, after all. Should he not feel some sense of accomplishment and completion? It was over. He was home.

Wasn’t he?

His stomach twisted, but its hollow ache had little to do with hunger. He and Gandalf may have been living on road rations for the past three months, but there had been enough food to keep them going. Instead, uncertainty hollowed out his gut, leaving his body an empty vessel for his worries.

Looking over his shoulder, he stared behind him, not seeing the trees that lined the empty road or the butterflies dancing in the breeze. Instead, his mind conjured up a memory. The looming silhouette of a snow-capped peak reached up to challenge the sky. A beacon burning at its summit, guiding travellers home to warm, safe halls as the wide sweep of the road approached vast doors, flung open to welcome him. With months and miles between them, Erebor still beckoned.

The mountain had caught him in its thrall.

Bilbo grimaced at his own lies. It was not the kingdom that had enchanted him so, but its king. Thorin was the one who made him long for gleaming stone and blazing forges where once he craved lush earth and open skies. Even now, he could feel distance of his friends like a pull on his bones, urging him to turn back.

There had been too many lonely, cold nights with only Gandalf for company. Once, Bilbo would have appreciated the solitude, but these days it cut at him like a knife. He missed Bofur’s jokes and Kili’s carefree teasing; Ori’s shy conversation and Bombur’s simple meals. When the sun fell, the whisper of Dwalin’s whetstone over his axe did not lull him to sleep, and empty, cold air settled around him where warm bodies once lay.

Maybe he had started the quest a stranger to the dwarves, but by its end, bonds tighter than any he had ever known held them together. Without them he felt vulnerable; small, alone and helpless with it.

Absently, he checked his belt for Sting’s presence, as he had every day since he had left the mountain. The sword hung there still, not that he was any better at using it than he had been when Thorin first pressed it into his palms. There had been no time to practice his skills during the winter. He had been too busy helping Thorin hold together the broken bones of his home.

Before that…

The memory of the first few days after the battle assailed him anew, knocking the air from his lungs and shaking his body at its seams. He could not recall those desperate, painful hours without bringing back a flood of fear and despair. It had been a strange time, dream-like, hovering on a precipice of blood and misery.

The ghost of Thorin’s fingers, lax and unresponsive, drifted across his palm. Bilbo had clung to him for more hours than he cared to count, gripping tight as if he alone could anchor him in the living world. Ravages of fever robbed him of clarity, leaving blue eyes glazed and unseeing. Death had been an ever-present spectre in the shabby healing tent, carrying its dirge on the wail of the wind and its chill in the swirls of driving snow.

With a jerk of his head, Bilbo threw his thoughts aside. There was no point in dwelling on the past. Thorin did not lie dying; his sister-sons did not breathe their last. All were well and so they would stay, safe within Erebor’s walls. Besides, he would rather relish the moments that came since, when potential heartbreak had faded to nothing but a nightmare.

How many hours had he spent by the hearth, sitting in a makeshift nest and listening to Thorin speak of his plans to rebuild? That small space had been a haven for them both, neither private nor quiet, but intimate all the same. It was by the gentle balm of those leaping flames that they both began to heal.

It had been like witnessing the thaw, not up there, in the wilds of the north, but here in the Shire, where ice gave way to blossoming snowdrops and hardy evergreens shook snow from their boughs. Thorin glowed with strength, despite his lingering injuries. Determination filled him to the brim, tempered by compassion and dedication for his people: not just the dwarves, but men as well.

How could Bilbo witness that and not lose his heart all over again? Even what happened with the Arkenstone was not enough to smother those emotions. Instead, they lay dormant, only to awaken once more as Thorin came back to himself, more vibrant in Bilbo’s eyes than ever, but just as unobtainable.

‘Foolish hobbit,’ he whispered, chewing on his lip. He may look at Thorin with tenderness in his heart, but Thorin had given him no sign that he shared his affection. At least, not in any way Bilbo could discern. Of course, dwarves probably didn’t play by the same rules of romance as hobbits. Gestures that signified attraction to Shirefolk – such as providing and sharing food – seemed to mean nothing to the Company.

No, when Thorin shared scraps from his plate, he was simply making sure Bilbo had enough to eat from their sparse supplies; nothing more. With his kindness, he offered him a renewal of the tentative friendship they had once shared, and Bilbo would not ruin something so precious with his hopeless pining.

[the-sneep-snoop]

ok from ages ten to fourteen i was incredibly obsessed with the hobbit and i haven’t watched it since then , so i’m rewatching it rn and here are some of my thoughts!

- i don’t remember thorin having such a massive forehead

- the soundtrack doesn’t even need the movie to be good you could just listen to it on its own

- the fight scenes r awesome like the one at the beginning with the oakenshield bit and azog’s arm coming off

- i LOVE the unexpected visitors bit it’s iconic and i love it. the whole part where they’re at the shire i love.

- on the other hand, the part with frodo and old man bilbo i don’t remember at all like i have zero recollection of this

- i still remember all the words to misty mountains. and all the words to the whole ‘one ring to rule them all’ thing. and the road goes ever on. i used to memorize stuff like that for fun and write it over and over in my diary

- the lego game version of this movie was AWESOME btw

- seeing fili and kili at the door gave me physical whiplash. it all came back to me in a millisecond. you have NO IDEA how obsessed i was. i can barely comprehend it. this is probably when i started making fanart, cause i still have books fully of shitty anime style fili. i liked kili WAY more tbh but i thought he was harder to draw

- same with thranduil. when he was on the moose and did the stare into the camera i got this intense wave of nostalgia/cringe. i have shitty anime drawings of him too (like a LOT)

- i LOVE the humour from the books and i have to say it translates very well to the movie imo. the troll bit WAS funny ok

- on a side note i know everyone likes lotr better than the hobbit but it always was my favourite. probably cause the book was so good

- i love sebastian the hedgehog

- the effects, to me, seem to hold up pretty well. my family apparently doesn’t agree since they kept asking why it looks so cartoony and whether this is an animated movie or live-action.

- the dwarves are SO silly they’re goofy guys and every single one has transmasc swag

- the shot where they walk down the path to rivendell is my very favourite

- bilbo’s facial expressions are the BEST 😭😭😭 he’s constantly like side eye… side eye……

anyways that’s it for halfway through unexpected journey so yeah like and subscribe for part 2

[autumnmobile12]

My elementary school used to take an annual field trip where we would go see a play put on by a local liberal arts college.  In 2003-ish(?), the play of the year was The Hobbit.  This was probably my first exposure to the story and since this was nearly twenty years ago, I don’t remember all the details, but here’s what I can remember:

The invisibility effect of the Ring was achieved by using sheets of cloth painted to look like the background.

The elves were…mincing around on stage in these weird half-ballet moves.  (Try imagining Thranduil taking every step like he’s about to do an arabesque and you’ll get a pretty good idea of what I’m talking about.)

When Bard shot down Smaug, the offstage crew dropped a big, red dragon tail from the catwalk.  Just the tail.  Which they casually dragged off stage later.

Thorin’s death was a footnote in the play.  An “Oh, btw, he died,” sort of deal.

For some reason, the play didn’t have all the dwarves.  In fact, they only had one dwarf.  So the adventure was mostly just Thorin and Bilbo.  None of the other dwarves, not even Fili and Kili, made an appearance.  (Is this a thing when adapting The Hobbit to the stage?  I mean, three whole movies barely gave the other twelve dwarves any screen time, so I can understand cutting the cast down to fit an hour and a half show.)

[eunoiaastralwings]

I believe I already Know one of or the answer to this *cough cough* Teacher/Student Dynamic *cough cough* but

Number 4 What is/are your favorite trope(s)?

literally my reaction lmao! ! !

yES - one of them *cough* is that *cough* yea.

But other than that - everyone knows am a sucker for: the grumpy and sunshine trope!

I do enjoy a little bit of enemies to lovers - with that dash of bed sharing ;)

Body swap is always fun to read/write - btw Kaiden have you read my friend's fic of that trope here - IT'S BETWEEN THRANDUIL AND THORIN - YOU'LL LOVE IT LMAO! !

Yea - I think that's all ;)

THanks for the question hun ! ! !

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Dwarves, Spoons and You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XTGySnL

by Exogeir

Bilbo Baggins of Bag End is an introvert to put it simply, and most unfit for an adventure. Yet he finds himself on adventure with 13 dwarves and a wizard. But what the dwarves do not know is that Bilbo Baggins of Bag End has done this journey before and had failed. He lost many he loved , but this time he will not let himself fail. As well as Lobelia Sackville-Baggins making it her business to see what Bilbo and the dwarves are up to, oh, and you're there as well.

  Alternatively; low-key depressed reader has to help Bilbo succeed in keeping his dwarves safe, and Lobelia being nosy and she comes along.

  BTW reader is gender neutral (pronouns will be he/they tho) and all relationships with reader are platonic

Words: 2741, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Elrond Peredhel, Thranduil (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, Smaug (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Legolas Greenleaf, Reader

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Reincarnation, Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Hurt Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo is So Done, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, Emotionally Constipated Thorin, Trans Bilbo Baggins, Trans Thorin Oakenshield, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Protective Bilbo Baggins, Gold Sick Thorin, Gold Sickness (Tolkien), Dwarven Ones | Soulmates, Eventual Smut, Bottom Thorin, Top Bilbo, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Reader-Insert, References to Depression, BAMF Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, Nice Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, Bilbo Baggins & Lobelia Sackville-Baggins Friendship, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XTGySnL

[welcometothelairofthebitchking]

Lotr Crack

Long ago, when i still had time for side projects i tried to write a lotr modern day, college!AU fanfic where they still had to destroy the one ring and it included but was not limited to:

Everyone trying to convince Aragorn to become prom king

Gandalf screaming "BEGONE THOT" while banishing Saruman from Theoden's mind and whacking him in thee head with his staff

"I guess you could say that Saruman has finally shown his true colors"

Thranduil being the owner of the biggest nightclub in all of middle earth and insisting on being called 'the king of the night' but everyone just know him as the bitchking (yes. This is where i got the name if my blog)

Boromir used to be in a music band but they throw him out cuz he kept blowing his horn

"I keep telling u dude u can't play that horrible thing at the concert! We're trying to play swan lake not take an army to war!"

Thoring being mad at elves because he asked for their help when 'that dreadful detective' threw them out of their own house but thranduil left them on read

Rohan as a biker band

Eru being a barber who dyes Gandalf's hair white and straightens it because he is ready for the real Dumbledore look

"Do i look like him now? " "not quite yet my child but..." *punches him in the face and breaks his nose* "there you go"

Thorin challenging a horse to a duel because he is the only one Bilbo will ever ride

Theoden making dad jokes

"Uncle, i'm here" "goodbye here... Im dead"

"Boromir! What r u doing?!" *boromir, surronded by hobbits* "building a family"

Gandalf using google maps to lead them to mordor

And many more stupid headcanons but i gave up on it cuz im absoloutly sure that it wouldn't get even 10 likes cuz y'all ain't ready for crack on this scale

[thelibraryoferebor]

Five Tolkien Fics To Start You On Your Queer Journey Through Middle Earth

When it comes down to it, the world of ao3 and its other fan fiction counterparts can be a confusing place to navigate, especially for us Tolkien fans, so I have taken it upon myself to create this one stop destination for a starter pack of fan fiction (specifically queer) for the beginners in this world to enjoy! You'll get the hang of it eventually, but for now here are five fics, in no particular order, that you absolutely must read.

1. Sansûkh by determamfidd

|| teen - 578k - completed ||

The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.

The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin's line with bright red hair.

(Follows the story of the War of the Ring).

Notes: Let’s be real, if you’ve been in this particular circle of hell you’ve most definitely read this fic, but don't hate me for recing it first. It’s a lovely thilbo and gigolas combo that just has all the feels. Ofc there are other ships, but they’re all written beautifully. If you’re new to gigolas or thilbo you *must* read this fic. It’s practically mandatory, and if you don’t read it now you’ll read it later and regret not reading it sooner. I swear to Yavanna, just read it!

2. Love Always, Yours Forever by butterflyslinky

|| teen - 7k - completed ||

Tauriel, Fili and Kili pull a prank on Gimli and Legolas, who respond in kind. Things go a little too far.

Notes: This fic is a personal favorite of mine. You might even call it a guilty pleasure of sorts. While it does feel kinda cracky at the beginning (not that I mind), it'll have you sobbing by the end. I revisit this fic almost every other week. BTW it's gigolas and kiliel, and there might be a smudge of bagginsheild, but not enough for it to be mentioned in the tags.

3. I Can See You Through the Flames by LittleLynn

|| explicit - 62.4k - completed ||

When Bard Bowman manages to get a job tutoring a young boy at Mirkwood Hall, he and his children move to the strange and dark estate. It does not take long for him to realise that there is something hiding amidst its walls and behind the blank mask of its mysterious lord. Despite his gut warnings that something is not as it seems, he still cannot help the foolish way that he falls for his lord and employer.

Notes: I adore this fic and I'll gush about it in just a sec, but first things first. This fic is barduil centric (bard/thranduil) and I know that that (that being Thranduil) isn't everybody's cup of tea, but I promise that if this fic doesn't make you adore him, nothing will. I personally consider barduil to be one of my Tolkien otps (up there w/thilbo and gigolas), so please, if you don't like it just move on. But.... if you're open to the idea I highly recommend this fic as an amazing starting point. Features Frerin, Thorin, Dis and them a little bit, and tiny Legolas is magnificent. It's written based upon some book, but it's totally readable without having read it. Jane Eyre, I think.

4. Smell the Sea and Feel the Sky by Thorinsmut

|| explicit - 65.7k - completed ||

Captain Dwalin - a privateer for the Crown - is in love with beautiful, sweet, innocent Lady Norine.

His main rival (whom he is most definitely not in lust with) is the cockiest little man he ever met - Captain Vulpes, a pirate with a fast mongrel of a ship and a bad habit of stealing his targets out from under his nose.

...it's going to take him a while to realize they're the same genderfluid person.

Notes: Bear with me on this one, but it's a deep au (if you haven't caught on yet, I'm fond of AU's). This one has Nori/Dwailin and is a Pirate!Au with genderfluid!Nori which, especially since I'm genderfluid, I adore. Tbh this is one of my favorite fics, especially for a ship I usually only do as a side pairing. It's written beautifully, although it's a little bit more on the mature side so if heavy themes revolving sexual content aren't you're thing, I might advise you to go for one of the other fics on this list first. But seriously, this is amazing in all of the ways.

5. An Unexpected Addition by karategal

|| teen - 88.9k - completed ||

All of the dwarves survive the Battle of the Five Armies, but Bilbo must return to the Shire to sort out his old life and make way for a new one in Erebor. Over one year later, Bilbo comes back to the Lonely Mountain with a recently orphaned Frodo. King Thorin isn't quite sure what to make of this new, tiny addition to his Company.

Notes: This one has to be my absolute favorite "Frodo comes to Erebor fic", and let me tell you that there are a shitload of them (not that I'm really complaining). It's just perfectly written and characterized and the thilbo is magnificent. And just asifehihifhgh I can'tttt. It's so good. At this point I don't think I need to say much, but this is the perfect start for reading thilbo and no one can convince me otherwise.

A couple more things as this rec list comes to a close. I hope these five fits do well to start you on your gay Tolkien journey, but be forewarned, Tolkien fanfics are almost always novels. Right now that might now be your thing, if you've read fics before and are coming from another fandom, but I promise you if you give the long ones a chance they'll sway you. I used to only go for one shots but now I read these novel length stories like they're nothing. When it's written well long stories are the best. That's all for now ig, see ya tomorrow!

~H

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

The Kings of Middle Earth - Thranduil | Thorin | Bard

pairing: Thorin x reader, Bard x reader, Thranduil x reader | gender neutral! btw lol

wordcount: i was too lazy to check

triggerwarnings: there's two sentences with gen z exaggeration indicating suicide, and i just want to say that this is not meant to in any way downplay suicide and suicidal thoughts. please don't take it seriously. if you have to fight those thoughts yourself, remember that there's telephone numbers and websites where you can ask for help

here are three gifs because christmas. 

no im lying its because google wouldnt give me one of all three of them in one so i had to do them separately. 

stan my kings or come die at their hands,, because you will, i dont make the rules- i’d say “or come die at my hands” but thats very unrealistic tbh, i wouldnt be half as good at fighting as them and also they can look out for themselves very well. mostly. partly. what im tryna say is fuck you if you dont like them 

Being ambassador was fine. Usually. Fine when there weren’t three grown men, kings at that, gushing and fighting over you like teenage boys. And the fact that your family had mixed to the point where you had all their kin’s blood flowing through your veins - which had really got you this position in the first place, seeming like a good idea at the time and a very questionable one now - made it a ton worse. You had been fairly sure that you could play some kind of helpful role in the negotiations after this war, but all you had got yourself into was a mess that rather ensued another one instead of solving the first. In a way you were naively proud of it, flustered and bemused and all giddy because of it, but far more than that were you annoyed. They got on your nerves all the time and made your job so, so much more complicated than it had to be and than it initially had sounded like. 

Today had been especially exhausting to say the least. Normally you ignored their behaviour, dismissed all they said that had nothing to do with negotiations, and quickly slipped out of the room before anyone could stop you. You didn’t quite know either why you were so disinclined to spend more time than necessary with them - certainly every other person in your place would enjoy it far more. But today of all days you were in no mood for another of those meetings, for negotiation and talk of war and their tiring attempts at snatching your attention away from the parchment you always had draped over your lap. You’d woken up in a bad mood already, then spilled your breakfast on your newly put on clothing and had to change it. Your horse seemed to be in the same kind of gloomy state you were in, because the second you’d slipped into the saddle it had thrown you right off again. Luckily it wasn’t a rainy day at least, so you’d only fallen onto grass and dirt and not mud to stain your shirt again. 

You lived in a little house in Dale at the moment, one of those that was safe enough to sleep in without being crushed by a breaking ceiling. That really would’ve fit your mood though. Thorin had offered you chambers in the mountain, Bard and Thranduil had offered you one of their tents, but you’d declined both and declared that you’d gladly stay on your own down there in a house far enough away from all three of them that you didn’t have to see none of them even when you rode up to the mountain when there was a meeting to attend to. Because they did usually happen in the mountain. Only rarely did Thorin come to Dale, and then only when the two other kings had complained so badly about their rides that he had no other choice but to offer a meeting in their tent. Because he was certainly not about to offer chambers to them. And they would not have accepted anyway, neither of them, for very different reasons. 

“Are you even listening?” 

The pen you’d been holding slipped, drew a dark, black line down the parchment and fell to the ground with a thud. You cursed as you bent down and reached for it before surveying the damage it had done - this was one piece of parchment you would surely not be using further. 

“I was, in fact, not”, you muttered, crumpling it in your hand and throwing it to the corner of the room - where you would absolutely have to go pick it up again once you were done, but couldn’t bother thinking about now. You’d been gloomily, silently sitting in your chair, staring at the parchment and your pen and not listening to anything the three of them had said. It was a wonder they spoke without your assistance anyway. Now you looked up to behold the mostly bemused face of Thranduil and the somehow a mix between worried and amused expressions of the other two. You straightened your back, ran one hand through your hair and tilted your head to the side a bit. 

You might have been in the presence of three kings, but you certainly were not going to act like someone had shoved a stick up your ass, especially not after three months, three months!, of these ridiculous negotiations that could have been settled after one. And, despite the utter respect both Thorin and Thranduil were used to being shown, none of them had once commented on your less royally-fit behaviour. You were you, and the kings were also just men, with emotions and thoughts the same way you had them, so there really was no need to play the cowering animal. Yes, they had done great things, yes, they had a ton of influence, yes, they could probably have you executed or thrown into a cell in a matter of minutes, but they were not god-like beings that you should fear. Really, who could actually be afraid of these three absolute, jealous idiots? 

So you leaned back in your chair and stretched your legs out on the stone floor. “I seem to have missed the entirety of the conversation, though I do have to admit I’m shocked there was one at all.” 

Thranduil, who was in the chair opposite you which he’d claimed his ever since the first meeting, smiled, and it was a soft smile that you couldn’t help but return. If any of them were to be feared, it was him - but not by you, not when that lovely smile was so often directed at you, not when there lay something beautiful in his gaze that you could always spot when he was looking at you. 

But it was Thorin who replied, and you tore your eyes away from the elf and towards the dwarf, who sat, of course, at the head of the table, lounging in his chair that was just slightly bigger and slightly more decorated than the others were. He was as proud as Thranduil was, but this was his home after all, and so he had all the potential to show it. Not that you minded - it was never his behaviour that was affected by it, not around you at least, it was pride for his people, pride for his kin, just the same way you knew Thranduil had it, too. It was strange how much the two had in common, though it led more to argument and difference than similarity. 

“What is it that is on your mind so much you cannot pay attention to the one talk that happens without you?” 

He was grinning a bit, though he tried his best to hide it. You did not - you laughed out loud without restraint, actually laughed for the first time today. As much as you cursed the lot of them, you loved them too, for they could cheer you up in a matter of seconds and have come close enough for you to throw away all reason more than once. You knew that if you were not here for work, you would not have denied them your blush and giggle and become as lovesick as you sometimes felt you wanted to be and had never been. 

“Horrible morning, I have to be honest with you. But - The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid”, you quoted with the ghost of a smile on your face. “Thinking makes age a quick thing and beauty lingers only in youth. I don’t like losing all sense of reality, so I do dearly apologise.” You chuckled quietly as Thorin raised his eyebrows, looking only a little bewildered. 

“Because we never get back our youth. The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty, becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.” You laughed, almost snorting as you beheld the face of utter confusion and perplexity of the dwarven king. “It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place.”

You turned your head back only to see that Thranduil had raised his eyebrows all the same, and Bard was smiling faintly, eyes fixed so piercingly just on you that for one second you had to blink. It was no predatory gaze, no stare that could have made you uncomfortable, yet he seemed as though he could read you like an open book, and you had to admit you’d thought more than once that he knew you well without actually knowing you well. It was strange in itself that you were in this situation, kings so alike and different all the same, and while they took the same interest in you for whatever reason that you could not tell, they looked at you and spoke with you so uniquely that sometimes you wondered how they all held the same title. 

“It’s a wonderful little book, one of my beloved favourites, but hauntingly real in a way that left me breathless upon first reading and still does whenever I open it, though now I can recite half of it”, you explained, rolling the remaining parchment in your lap to make it a scroll and putting it onto the table together with the pen, not believing that you had been here for hours and written down two sentences collectively, which now were gone as well, for you had crumpled them and thrown them away. You were well aware that you were not here to speak about books you enjoyed, and had someone told you half a year ago that you would care so little that it were three kings you would open up to so easily, you would have laughed at them. 

“I don’t remember ever having read anything like it.” 

You tilted your head to the side and looked at Thranduil, knowing well that the small smirk on his face was a mirror of your own, but only bothering to consider it for the sake of Thorin’s scowl you could see even out of the corner of your eye. It had become normal at this point, even though you still checked twice when it were not the elf nor the dwarf, but the human king, who was usually, though more expressive than Thranduil, less likely to show jealousy, jealousy of all things!, like that. 

“I would have been shocked”, you admitted. “It’s human literature - the kind that no one reads anymore, I would have been surprised even if Bard had recognised it. But he does not strike me as the type who owns too many books anyway. Or do you?” You turned your head to look at Bard once again, ignoring wholly the way the elf tensed. You liked the three of them, but you simply could not bring yourself to be less annoyed by the constant competition about you. You, of all people. What reason was there for you to be fought over? By kings, dear god! No matter how much you did not want to consider their titles, there was life to be lived, people to be tended to, courts and lords and ladies to be satisfied - indeed, as much as you did not want to worry about it, as much as you did not want to see them in that way, they were kings, after all, and you were no ruler, not even born royal, and certainly not suited for a crown, even if it was one won in battle the way Bard had. 

Your expression fell once more today, and you slumped back into the chair, barely noting the shake of his head and the answer he readied himself to give turning into silence as he frowned. Of course it was today that you managed to also pull yourself down further. Hadn’t they just managed to cheer you up? And hadn’t you recited about how horrendously thoughts could poison the own mind a literal second ago? 

“What is it?”, Bard asked. You couldn’t bear the sheer worry that was laced with the simple question, about to crush your very skull. What had you got yourself into this time? Three kings, three charming kings, each so wonderful and wondrous in their own way, and somehow you were stuck in the middle of it all and toying not only with them but yourself, knowing fully well that there was no future for any of it, no matter a decision or none. You couldn’t rule a kingdom even if their interest were to be serious, and certainly you could not rule three. You pushed yourself out of your chair, ignoring completely the pairs of eyes that bore into yours. 

“Excuse me”, you said through gritted teeth, dragging your gaze to the ground and, just to busy yourself, pulling the cloth you used as a hair tie from your wrist and prodding your mane with it, trying to make it into some kind of presentable bun while taking three steps collectively before you were stopped. 

“I- We will not.” Thorin blocked your path with an arm to your waist, and you looked at him despite yourself, instinct taking over. All of this was shit. All of it was hell, and you had run right into the arms of trouble once again, just as you had always done, your whole life. For once you were happy, and after all it was just an illusion anyway, just a moment, something with only present and neither past nor future. It was definitely the wrong decision to lift your gaze though, because the second you saw the expression on the dwarf’s face, you were inclined to either throw yourself into his arms or off a balcony. Never before had anyone looked at you with as much care, as much tenderness and worry as these three kings did, and you could not keep it, not a single one of them. Though at this point you were not sure if you could and if you even wanted to decide if you had to, which you would not, because this thing was nothing but the blink of an eye for them, nothing serious, even if it was real. 

“You will tell us what is wrong”, Thranduil demanded, though... it was as much order as it was plea. A king speaking and a lover asking. Perhaps the throwing off a balcony idea was one you could actually make use of. It took all your willpower, all your concentration and determination, but you turned around slowly, did not whisk and jump over. the table and neither did you cry. You would not. This was work for you, negotiations for them... they were kings, you would not behave like a two year old in front of them, though you felt like one. And you knew just as well that you would crawl before them and beg if it came down to it, the stars knew for what. 

Thranduil's lips were a thin line, his stare as icy as it was soft, and you could not even bring yourself to wish you had never come to this war, because... as stupid as it was, you were more, far more than happy that for once there was someone who cared, that there was someone you did not mind being just yourself around, who teased and joked and still accepted all that you were. It was not your and not their fault that they were kings. 

“I’ve had a bad morning”, you repeated again, and indeed it was true- just not the whole truth now. Though the elf’s gaze softened, and Thorin to your left grabbed for your hand and gave it a light squeeze in reassurance - which was so unbelievably unusual in itself that you had to look down at your intertwined hands and brush your thumb over his skin in amazement. Thranduil did scoff this time, but the way your face lit up made up for it. He watched, not without the hint of a smile, your eyes widen and some of the life returning to your cheeks. Some of the heat, too. You hid it well normally, but never good enough, always just so much that they all still noticed it, and now that you made no point at all trying to conceal it, he found himself enamoured by it, wishing that it was him and not the dwarf who caused it, but content regardless, and promising himself that he would have you blush far more often in the future. 

“But it is more than that.” You turned around once again to look at Bard, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes that had fallen from your bun. You nodded, perhaps more gravely than before, which had Thorin strengthening his grip on your hand. Like a desperate man, you thought, and it brought a bit of a smile back to your face, if only for a second. Who cared that these men were king? Who cared that they had a crown and a title? Who cared? For in this moment, you decided that you did not. And it was a burden that fell from your shoulders, one that you had only subconsciously acknowledged, one that you’d ignored the way you’d ignored all that was too far from the topic of war and negotiation. They were here, they were right here right now with you, and there lay fondness and genuine interest in all their gazes, and everyone could go to hell if you could not savour that. If this were to end in heartbreak, then so it be, and as long as it did not, you would enjoy the present that this one was. Enjoy the interest of not one, but three kings, in such a person as you, of no name and no influence, with no promises and no obligations.

“Perhaps”, you said, and the corners of your lips tugged up. How ridiculous everything was, and how little you were to care for it. “Or perhaps not anymore.” 

[neechees]

Thorin: hm we gotta go into the mountain & get that Arkenstone & kill a dragon somehow

Thranduil: you have something I want and also I've been in a giant dragon war and killed dragons btw

Thorin: fuck you

[dionetaofavalon]

How to Write a Jejune Love Story - Rule #1:

Insist - believe to the core of your being - that a romantic arc is vital. Supremely vital. That the entire narrative will collapse under the pressure of its own emptiness if a love story isn’t included.

And prioritize the romantic relationship above all other relationships - indeed, this is why the story will collapse without romance, because only romantic relationships are real relationships. Friendships, familial relationships, mentors and proteges, these are only stopgap pretenders. Only romance can be the keystone holding the structure together.

Okay, I might have to post my entire lecture series about driving questions of narrative and their relation to tension and suspense and keeping audience interest, but here’s the short version: the audience sticks around because their curiosity is piqued. The audience will watch a spectacle because it’s shiny, but they invest in The Hobbit because what is Bilbo getting out of this? Will Smaug be slain? Will Thorin reclaim Erebor? Will whatever the fuck was going on with Thranduil in the prologue be resolved? Will Dwarves, Humans and Elves find peace in the Erebor/ Dale region? Why is Gandalf so interested in Thorin - or is it Smaug - or is it Bilbo? And so on. Ignore the driving questions, you leave threads hanging, and the story fails to satisfy.

Bilbo’s journey is psychological, internal, which is hard to grasp for many people. The movie has him shout,”I’m going on an adventure,” which means that Bilbo is after adventure. That’s his motivation - but what’s adventure? It’s an abstract concept and shifts meaning depending on the situation and personalities involved. So in order to answer whether Bilbo gets his adventure, the movie must establish what ‘adventure’ means to Bilbo. This is the A-Plot.

Thorin and his quest for the Arkenstone & Erebor is the B-Plot (and maybe also the C-Plot, if you’re doing something psychological with him as well). After that, we have Bard slaying Smaug, so an arc needs to exist around that otherwise it’ll come out of nowhere. Then we have the sociopolitical affairs between Dwarves, Men and Elves in the region of Erebor, which, like a great supporting plot, ties in with Thorin’s B-Plot. And then, the movie decided to do shit with Gandalf and the White Council and the Necromancer of Dol Guldur - which needed a hell of a lot more than they put into it in order to be relevant (if they weren’t actually going to commit to the subplot, they shouldn’t have bothered).

But at least the White Council drama had potential relevance. Potential. Tauriel’s and Kili’s love life has zero relevance to Bilbo’s story, zero relevance to Thorin’s story, and zero relevance to contextualizing both in the world events of Middle Earth (which is where the White Council could have value). It doesn’t even illustrate something about Dwarf or Elf culture.

There is no room and no need for a romance.

Especially given all the platonic relationships that need care and consideration: Bilbo and Thorin; Bilbo and Gandalf; Bilbo and various Elves (Elrond & Thranduil, because what the movies ignore is that Bilbo is an Elf fanboy - how does that affect his relationship with Dwarves btw?); Bilbo and Bard; Bilbo and Bofur (since the movie gave them some moments); Bilbo and Balan; Thorin and Balan; Thorin and Fili; Thorin and Kili (yes, those need to be two separate relationships); Thorin and Dwalin; Thorin as leader in relation to his company; Thorin and Gandalf; Thorin and Bard; Thorin and Thranduil; Thorin and his grandpappy (since the movie wanted to do something with it); Gandalf and Elrond; Gandalf and Thranduil; Thranduil and Bard; Gandalf and Bard (and the relative absence of a relationship can also be significant); Thranduil and Legolas (and yes, Legolas does belong since he’s a Mirkwood Elf); even Thranduil and Tauriel.

There is no room and no need for a romantic subplot.

[thewildomega]

Master list - Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield 

Alpha Dwarf - So this is my first Hobbit fan fic. Yay! So basically this is an alpha Thorin and Omega Reader Fanfic. Will do more. Just a story I came up with in my head. Let me know what ya'll think.

For Me? -  Hi uhm, could you maybe do a birthday fic plz? My birthday is coming up in 11 days and i was just wondering. Uh maybe make it something like a thorin or kili x reader and they find out her birthday is that day? And then they like go to all this trouble to set up a really nice day for reader and then like smutty at the end maybe?(if not comfy with smut its cool) and just something cute plz? Tyvm! Love your work btw. Sorry you wont be around much longer Youre great(not tryin to be rude at all)

Short

Lion, Wizards and Dwarves oh my! - From the ask... After the battle of five armies. Thorin is currently courting you, you´re not from Middle-Earth originally and he had for beginning high doubts about you but you proved him wrong and he fell in love with you. Erebor is in peace and is thriving. But that happiness isn´t going to last as an dwarrowdam from the Iron Hills arrives in Erebor with hopes that Thorin Oakenshield would agree to marry her after all these years. She was in love with him when she saw him in the Blue Mountains, Thorin was kind to her but didn´t love her. When she discovers that Thorin has already found his One and it´s a human girl she vows to have her revenge because of the broken heart. She finds a wizard who casts a spell on him which turns him into huge black lion. When you see Thorin in lion form you´re panicking because you don´t know it´s Thorin but luckily he can still communicate with you. So now you´re forced to deal with Erebor´s kingly duties with male lion beside you and that causes quite a few hilarious commotions around the corridors time to time. Luckily Balin has been able to make contact with Gandalf who is on his way to help you.... ( A/n: oh you are lucky I love you! will be a two part fic)

Different Kind of Afterlife - When Thorin is killed by Azog the defiler he drifts off into what he expects to be the afterlife but things are not as he thought they would be. Based off of a dream I had. Story was too good to pass up, Hope ya like it.

Porn Star Dancing - Quick drabble of Thorin being stuck in our world for a while and living with the reader and learning what it is she does for a living. Way out of my comfort zone but writing for a friend for her birthday. Hope you like it and let me know what ya'll think.

Born this Way - Elves and Dwarves despise each other so for someone to be of both races would be considered a down right freak of nature, a mistake. Hated by everyone because of what you are you find it hard to believe when Gandalf, one of your only friends asks you to help your fathers race. You knew you would not be accepted but maybe a king will learn a lesson or two along the way...

The Sick Thief - Hi. I'm sick rn and I was wondering if I could get a fan fiction where the dwarves have returned to the mountain and Thorin has the dragon sickness? His s/o is bed ridden with a terrible cold and he assumes that that means she took his stone, so he barges into her room to confront her and sees her having a coughing fit. When he tries to talk to her he hears how congested she is? Thank you, I know this is a lot. (I'm still sick btw... Ugh!) Lol.

Rut Tired - Got this a while back and I am a horrible person that has only yet to start it but here it is. Basically you are Thorin's intended mate but he is an alpha and you are human and normal. Thankfully she is letting me use some of her work for inspiration. Sorry again for it taking so long.

The Hunt - So I was asked to write more Alpha Thorin fics and yall all know those are my thing so here you go. Basically Omegas are rare and in the dwarven community priceless. So when one is born and comes of age they are forced to go on a run and be hunted like sport to see who their alpha will be.

Darkness - When Thorin finds out that Reader helped Bilbo give away his Arkenstone he decides to make an example of her.

Beorn

The Bear and the Wolf - Beorn is the eldest son of the king of bears. He is known best by his clan for being incredibly strong and overbearing at times. So what will happen when he is brought face to face with the girl he has been arranged to marry, the only daughter of the alpha wolf. Will he force the free spirited shewolf to change? Many trials lie ahead for the totally opposite skin changers. But will they make it through it?

Not Enough - Reader overhears Gandalf and beorn talking about a proper mate for him.

Colliding Worlds - Beorn had accepted that he would die alone. That he was the last skin changer but what if he was wrong. What is two wizards knew of another that had been sent away when the orcs came.

Less of a Man - Was thinking what it must have been like for beorn in azog's prisons.

Frisky Bear - Hi OMG i just wanted to say I love you Beorn stories and I was wondering if you were going to do more with the Less of a man series? also was wondering if you could do one with him where maybe the bear him like gets frisky towards his wife or whatever....NOT bestiality or anything but maybe just little stuff. If not I understand I'm weird I know. Sorry. Thanks.

Hidden Status 

Bofur

Down in Goblin Town - Bofur must hide his wife from the goblin

When you’re Ready - so need a bofur imagine; preferably one about being lost in the tolkien world from our own and he takes you in, until he learns you're an omega and his instincts are to watch over you until you're ready to be his mate!!

Sometimes Serious - Just some Bofur fluff. Pre hobbit.

Dwalin

Fight like a Girl - Unexpected events convince Dwalin that his wife needs to learn to fight. don't know how good is going to turn out but oh well. Just a little thing I thought of before bed.

Thranduil

Hold Still - The elf king has to get a hair cut and doesn't like it. Written for my best friend hope you feel better soon.

Say Too Much - Trade up for my dear Ashely_Winchester_77... could you do Thranduil x reader where they have been fighting. And he almost loses her to orc in battle. And fluff happens later, plz! :-)... now i get my beorn fic YAY!

[elles-writing]

When The Worlds Collide - Part VII.

Kili x reader

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

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

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

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

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

btw this is the cake I decorated for my bday.

picture’s mine

Word count: 4789 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Gandalf knew better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Thorin stayed quiet, soft scoff escaped to Thranduil.

„You know it’s true, don’t you?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

„You will find out, Thorin.“

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

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

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

„What happened, Kee?“ He nudged him.

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

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

„You did what?!“

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Y/N!“

„Fili!“

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

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

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

„I’m not.“

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

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

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

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

„...that’s why I’m doing it...“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Only a bit?“

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

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

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

„I’m so sorry Y/N-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„I-love you,“ you let out a breath.

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

„I didn’t turned off the oven!“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„You know what I mean. I’m blushing.“

„Blush looks good on you.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The closer you were, the more you recognized.

„...she said she likes cinammon...“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„That’s a surprise.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It were pancakes. Obviously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was quite a nice idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„I bet I’ll climb up faster, Fili!“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Wait what? Who-? How-? When-?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

„More to the left, lass,“ Fili.

„You’re almost there!“ Bilbo.

And so on.

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

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

„Are you okay?“ You asked Kili.

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

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

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

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