#thorin ff

[i-did-not-mean-to]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you so much @thenookienostradamus and @lordoftherazzles for the tag...

Let's see...

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 554 (with two not revealed yet as we speak...). Many of those are collections, though.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 1,986,915 (erm...yeah...well)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tolkien (The Hobbit, LOTR, The Silm). (+ the odd AU or Richard Armitage movie)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Tumblr Imagines (Wild Mix of everything) , October 2022 Ficlet run (same), A key change (Remix Fic), Black (Thorin x OC), Silm imagines and ficlets (Wild Mix again)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, in due time. I struggle a lot with being overwhelmed at times (imposter syndrome, fear of not knowing what to say, comments heaping up), but I am so thankful for every comment that I do try to answer them all in a timely manner.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I've written about 1k fics; I do not remember all of them :s I generally don't write angst, so I really couldn't say. Sorry :(

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Everything? I am a Happy Ending person, so most of my fics (eventually) get a happy ending :D

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet (crossed fingers). At times, I get comments I don't really understand (autism ahoi), but I hope that people didn't mean anything mean by it :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? SMUT? ME? Noooo *cough*...Let's say it has happened! What kind? What kind do you want, baby? MF, FF, MM, trans characters, non-binary characters, threesomes, it has all happened. Sweet and tender? Check. Rough and dirty? Check. Dubconny and dark? Check. Just tell me what you want, and there is a good chance I've either done it or would do it :D

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have written one crossover for an event (where characters go into a whole different franchise). Otherwise, I am an AU bitch. Disney movies, musicals, you name it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Once for an event. Otherwise, I think one could call what @cilil and @melkors-big-tits did for the calendar co-writing. In a way, many collabs with artists are co-written. Any event collab is co-writing (to me). Me stealing @cilil's ideas is co-writing. Me asking for ideas on the @fellowshipofthefics and @tolkienpinupcalendar servers is co-writing. So...yes...yes I have, and I've loved it.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Ori x OC, Maedhros x Fingon, Eönwë x Gothmog

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Black. It's one of my first fics, and there's only a chapter or so missing...but I don't know if I'll ever finish writing that last chapter. There are a few more where I've written 1-5 additional chapters and never uploaded them...for reasons (?). By now, I am too ashamed and lazy to get back to them.

16. What are your writing strengths? Versatility and speed. I am a mediocre writer in my 5th foreign language, and I make no bones about it. Nevertheless, I am willing to give anything and everything a try :D

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am extremely wordy. It takes me too long to get to the smut. I refuse to describe settings and geography, so all my plots seem a bit floating and vague.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I avoid using languages I don't speak which includes Tolkien's languages. I am too afraid to make mistakes or to sound cringe to people who know better than me. As for RL languages...a word maybe, but a whole sentence (again) might feel contrived...IDK everyone does as they want, but I am not feeling it for myself.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Hamilton (and yes, those stories are orphaned and can never be traced back to me) Otherwise, the Hobbit LOL

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Monkey-business, because I really liked writing that fic. It's a kitschy Hallmark Christmas story featuring Ori (not interesting, I know). But that's my personal fave lol...

Hmmm, let's tag @maglor-my-beloved, @lathalea, @scyllas-revenge, @laurfilijames, @middleearthpixie, @littlesweetdressmaker, @legolasbadass, @urwendii, @cilil, @the-red-butterfly, @fishing4stars, and @elentarial to get a good mix of people :D

[xxbyimm]

XxByImm's Works in Progress - 2023

Since Tumblr is a bitch and won't allow me to find or edit my old post (a bug I reported ages ago, twice ffs.), here's a new "Works in Progress" ❤❤❤😊

+ (Anti-)Hero - Joel Miller x OC - Chapter 2 Joel and Jess got me by the balls, UNGGHH. I'm working on chapter 2 now and their dynamic has me FERAL! Follow my sideblog @sluttyforpascal for the filthy updates. 😈😭

+ Roles - Pedro Pascal x reader oneshot Why is Pedro Pascal so handsome? And why is he distracting me from my writing projects? Fuck that man!! 😭🙈🥵 This oneshot I'm working on is to get him out of my system. Follow my sideblog @sluttyforpascal for the post! 🤗

+ A Tale as Old as Time - Bard the Bowman x OC - Chapter 7 The angsty ride is not ever yet... Let's goo.... 🙊

+ Enya’s Unexpected Journey - Thorin Oakenshield x OC - Revision of all chapters Yes, I am insane. Rewriting this fic is a disaster, but it must be done. Currently, I'm working on chapter 15, 14/30 chapters are done and waiting to be published.

Spoiler: Enya always gets what she wants... 😈🍑🍆

+ The Bet Series - Thorin Oakenshield x OC - Phase IV Orgasm Ooff I still have to finish this series. I truly intend to. 🥰

In the meantime.. Have some Joel with me. 🥵😈

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Getting a Redo

Some fic where someone gets a chance to do their own (or part of their own) life over.

1. Falling Through Time (AO3) - Hermione Granger goes from a post-war vacation to her hospital bed after the end of term adventure of her fifth year at Hogwarts.

2. lay down your sweet and weary head (AO3) -  Thorin dies. Thorin wakes up the day of the dragon attack.

3. the bridge that always burns behind us (AO3) - Shikamaru and Neji in the past as academy students.

4. World Without End (AO3) - Dorian can’t accept The Iron Bull’s death and sends himself back to the start of the Inquisition. 

5. The North Remembers (AO3 / FF) - Sansa goes from being Queen in the North to scrambling to protect her family as a young girl. 

Bonus: To Go Forward (FF / AO3) - Jon Snow failed as a brother of the Night’s Watch. Maybe he’ll have more success accompanying his father in the other direction. 

[sasori-rp]

!!Looking for RP partners!!

Hey there!

I'm currently on the lookout for RP partners in various fandoms. I have plots and ideas for each of them, but I also welcome your ideas gladly.

I'm a Literate - Advanced Literate roleplayer and mostly interested in 1/1 Rps, but I can ocassionally do group Rps as well.

Interests:

- Assassins Creed Odyssey

- Ancient Greece

- Detroit Become Human

- Stargate Atlantis

- The Hobbit

- Castlevania

Plots:

Assassins Creed Odyssey

- A continuation of after the end of the game, based on history. Including Alkibiades' invasion of Sicily and flight to Sparta.

-> Canon based RP

- An OC centered story where the OC, Delana, travels all across Greece to find out about her past and tries to make her way back home. Clashing with Kassandra, being charmed by Alkibiades and eventually falling for Stentor, all of which threatens to tamper with her plans of ever returning home.

-> Looking for someome to play Stentor and Kassandra

-> Canon based RP, but can include own OCs as well, as long as they're based on ACO

Ancient Greece

- A story of two young civillians escaping war, trying to make a living elsewhere

-> OC based RP

- A story of four young Athenian women fighting for equality. Alternative history.

-> OC based RP

- I'm open for any kind of Ancient Greece based RPs. It can be historical, mythological or improvised. Ideas welcome.

Detroit Become Human

- A story of Ralph getting a happy ending. The OC of the story, Amber, has to spend the night at an abandoned house due to losing a bet. Little does she know that it is already inhabited by the damaged WR600 Ralph. What starts as fear from both sides, over time turns into friendship and later romance. Together they try to make it work as a rather odd couple and aid Markus in his endeavour of freeing the androids.

-> Looking for someone to play Ralph and Markus

-> Canon + OC centered story

Stargate Atlantis

- This RP takes place after the events of the series. Atlantis is back in the Pegasus galaxy and is struggling to make ends meet. They're running low on ressources, having to fight. back the wraith over and over again. The IOA thus decides to send in a group of elite soldiers, in order to aid the Atlantis mission, much to the dismay of everyone on Atlantis. To add oil into the fire, the Atlantis expedition finds itself having to rely more and more on their frienemy Todd. They soon realise, that in order to defeat the wraith, they must make some notable sacrifices. A difficult task begins. One of the soldiers, the OC, Kate, will be tasked with trying to befriend Todd, hoping to not only win him as a reliable ally, but also to learn about wraith culture, to finally turn the tides in their ongoing fight with the enemy. What starts as a ploy, will later turn into friendship and even love, despite all odds being against the unusual couple.

-> Looking for someone to play Todd the Wraith

-> This is a slow burn romance with high focus on wraith culture, cultureclash between humans and wraith as well as sci-fi and background stories

-> Todd remains Wraith

-> Canon + OC centered RP

-> This RP is based on a FF by Lady Mayrid

The Hobbit

- OC based story where the OC, Namara travels to Middle-Earth by means of a portal. There she happens to stumble across three dwarved of Thorin's company on their way to Bagend. She can hardly believe to really find herself in Tolkiens world. She, being an avid fan of the franchise, soon finds herself having to make a difficult decision: Does she aid Thorin Oakenshield on his quest and save his life and those of his nephews, or, does she withhold her knowledge, in order to prevent unforeseen cathastrophies to emerge from the alterered reality forged by her influence?

-> Looking for a Kili

-> This is a OC based story, with adventure at it's core, and is planned to have a romantic sublot with Kili

Castlevania

- Continuation of the story after season 4. Alucard finally faces his demons and heals as a character. A slow burn Romance + Frienship. Alucard x Greta. Perhaps reuniting with his parents.

-> Looking for a Alucard

-> Canon based RP

- Continuation of the events after season 4. Hector travels the world in order to write his book and try to reconnect with humanity. He eventually ends up in Paris, where he meets an OC and her chaotic friends. For the first time he feels as if he actually found friends. Still confused and struggling with all this? Hector has to work through his inner demons and his trauma in order to be able to allow his heart to love again. And that is easier said than done.

-> Slowburn Romance + Family RP

-> OC and Canon RP

-> Looking for a Hector

Rules:

- I write literate till advanced literate. Occasionally I do semi-lit, but only for action sequences, not as a RP style

- The core of all those RPs is character accuracy. If you wish to play a role, make sure you can portray them accurately. Similarly, I will do my absolute best to do so as well

- No OP OCs, make your characters flawed, please

- SMUT is okay, as long as it is within context of the story. In fact, it is even welcomed in that case

- You reply when you feel like it. I don't care how long you take, just give me a heads up if you want to leave for good. I will do the same.

- I speak German, English, French and Italian, but preferably roleplay in English.

- And most importantly, have fun!

HMU if you're interested ^-^

[mistofstars]

Verrätst du für welches Fandom und welche FF's du schreibst?

Oh ja gerne :)

Ich schreibe in der Regel für das, worauf meine adhs sich dann momentan fokussiert 😅

Aber ich falle auch gerne und immer wieder in alte Fandoms zurück.

Zum Beispiel geht viel bei Herr der Ringe und der Hobbit, immer wieder seit meinen Teenager-Jahren. Es schlummert zum Beispiel noch eine halbfertige Aragon / Boromir Story in den Tiefen meiner Ordner.

Thorin und Bilbo reizen mich auch immer wieder. Auch im Supernatural Fandom war ich sehr lange sehr aktiv.

Aktuell schreibe ich hauptsächlich Tatort Saarbrücken und lese Joko und Klaas fanfictions. Letzteres ist tatsächlich eine Seltenheit, weil ich mir da nur konsumieren und nicht produzieren zutraue.

Ach so und noch zur Frage welche FFs ich schreibe. In der Regel immer nur noch eine gleichzeitig (aus der Vergangenheit gelernt), aber aktuell sind es zwei Hörk fanfictions (Tatort Saarbrücken, Leo Hölzer / Adam Schürk)

Showdown am Ilmensee, Mehrteiler Fortsetzung Mafia AU von Unbekanntes Land

Loslassen, Seinlassen, Reinlassen, Kälte der Erde fix-it Coda wird ein längerer oneshot (maximal 10k)

Danke für die Frage ❤️🙏

[ao3feed-tolkien]

A purple hope from the East

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qu9UzEj

by Zdecds

The Durin line is in danger in its very home. Our Lord Elrond kindly offers his help: will his mysterious friend succeed in saving our beloved dwarves?

 Just another Hobbit FF that plagues my nights. Enjoy!

ps. I'm Italian, sorry for my bad English, be patient, please!

Words: 2225, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: The Hobbit Ensemble, Original Elf Character

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Character, Nori/Original Character, Thranduil/Original Character, Everyone/ Original Character

Additional Tags: Post-Quest of Erebor, Everybody Lives

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qu9UzEj

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

A purple hope from the East

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7kJrHIY

by Zdecds

The Durin line is in danger in its very home. Our Lord Elrond kindly offer his help: will his mysterious friend succeed in saving our beloved dwarves?

 Just another Hobbit FF that plagues my nights. Enjoy!

ps. I'm Italian, sorry for my bad English, be patient, please!

Words: 2216, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: The Hobbit Ensemble, Original Elf Character

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Character, Nori/Original Character, Thranduil/Original Character, Everyone/ Original Character

Additional Tags: Post-Quest of Erebor, Everybody Lives

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7kJrHIY

[gwen-ever]

Slowly the days turned sour, and the watchful nights closed in

When Richard Armitage, who plays Thorin in The Hobbit, was interviewed by Alice Tynan for The Vine recently, she had the chance to ask him some questions that had come through from fans on Twitter.

RichardArmitageNet asked if Richard could have asked Tolkien a question what would it have been?  Here’s his reply,

Gosh. That’s interesting.About Thorin [I would ask Tolkien] Was there ever a lost love?” Because he seems to be someone who is so without that kind of personal love. And I sort of did create that for myself in the biography; that maybe there was somebody – a princess or someone – in Erebor that got lost when the dragon came. Because he doesn’t really have that romantic relationship in his life. It’s not a very dwarf thing – there are so few dwarf women.”

TheVine: And they have facial hair, no?

Richard Armitage: They have facial hair, the women do, yeah. But I also imagine, if you’re a prince, that it would be sort of prerequisite that you needed produce an heir, and so I just wonder if there was that part of his life that had ever existed and had maybe been lost. So I wrote it in for myself. So that’s probably what I’d ask Tolkien.

This is the first mood board I decided to create for the TRSB2021 event. It is based on the interview I quoted on top and on the answer Richard Armitage gave.

@legolasbadass wrote a wonderful fic on it and I can’t wait for you all to read it.

[lathalea]

Springtime at the Lonely Mountain, chapter 49

Springtime at the Lonely Mountain, Chapter 49: His Golden Gaze, part 1

Summary:  A story about young-and-not-yet-brooding (well, not much, at least) prince Thorin and his beloved dwarf maiden, Ása. It is set sometime before Smaug’s attack. Have you ever wondered what could have happened if Thorin met the love of his life before succumbing to the Dragon Sickness? Well, then you’re in the right place!

Warnings for this chapter: Mature topics. One short moment of non-con.

Rating for the whole story: Mature/Explicit

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x OC 

***

Three months after the events in Beorn’s smithy

Gold. 

Gold was everywhere. He felt the cold hardness of the coins, heard their clinking, breathed in the air that shimmered with golden dust, fed his eyes with the glow the opulent jewelry gave out. Gold has taken hold of the endless cavern under the Mountain, filling it with inexhaustible riches but his one true treasure was nowhere to be found. He searched and searched, his hands digging greedily into the piles of coins and heaps of ruby-encrusted goblets, priceless necklaces, diamond rings, and pieces of ornamental armor. His calls reverberated against the walls of the cavern, all in vain. She was not there. She was gone. Taken away from him. He stood there, in the middle of the great golden desert. Only gold surrounded him. Gold and those ever-present, malicious whispers he had been hearing.

Clink. 

He turned towards the source of the sound. There was nothing.

Clink. Clink. 

Suddenly, a gigantic shadow was cast against the treasure chamber’s walls, shaped like a giant serpent with enormous wings. A dragon! Loud hissing filled the air. There was no time to lose. He needed to find her and take her away from the danger.

“Ása! Ása, where are you?!”

Gold. Only gold responded, a multitude of coins clinking against each other. She was not there. A sense of dread took hold of him. The winged shadow was growing in his eyes, the hissing intensified as an avalanche of golden treasures started flooding the chamber with the sound of a mountain waterfall.

A fast-flowing river of gold overtook him, a wide, endless stream of opulence flowing towards him, claiming him, burying him under its surface, together with his hope of ever finding her again. He lost her.

And then, in the end, the hissing grew even more insistent.

“Release me!”

Thorin woke up with a gasp. His heart was pounding fast and hard. Cool night air filled his starved lungs, chasing away the last wisps of the nightmare from his dazed mind. As he steadied his breathing, Ása stirred in her sleep and cuddled closer into him, her golden strands spilling both on the bedsheets and on his bare skin like rivulets of molten gold, shining in the darkness. Warmth spread in his chest as he pressed his lips to the top of her head, her locks tickling his nose. A soothing scent of lavender wafted off her hair, lingering around him, grounding him in the present. 

Clink.

That sound…

Clink. Clink.

No, it couldn’t be, he thought. Thorin’s widened eyes traveled to the opposite corner of the room where the chest that hid the dragon egg stood. He listened attentively to see whether the sound would repeat itself, but there was only silence. Nothing more. His mind was simply playing tricks on him. 

Thorin wasn’t overly enthusiastic about keeping the chest in their room. Every morning and every evening his gaze would fall on its sturdy form, reminding him of its contents. Every morning and every evening he and Ása would open the chest together and examine the egg with their gloved hands, making sure their bare skin would never touch its surface. The last thing he wanted was to lose control again, or worse, to succumb to a sickness that tormented his grandfather. Thorin wished this thing could be hidden in a safe place, perhaps even underground, away from Ása. The egg was still influencing her dreams from time to time, her sleep becoming restless and filled with unsettling dreams if he was not there to soothe her. Luckily, this wouldn’t happen too often. Thorin didn’t know the reason but it was different from the terrifying and frequent dragon nightmares she had had in Erebor. 

They both decided that a sleepless night or two was a small price to pay for being able to watch over the egg. Making sure that nothing unexpected was happening with it was more important than ever. 

For a long while, the room was silent. Letting out a relieved sigh, Thorin was about to return to sleep when…

Clink.

Clink.

The sounds came from the chest, he was certain of it. Slowly he moved out of the bed, making sure that he wouldn’t wake his wife. He noticed that she was becoming more and more tired recently. With all the work in Beorn’s household that recently revolved around preparations for the coming winter, she needed as much sleep as she could get.

As he unlocked the padlock, the metal elements of the chest clinked against each other in a familiar way. It was the exact same sound he heard in his dream and afterwards. With his eyes on the chest, he placed his hands flat on the top of its wooden lid. It couldn’t have simply moved and produced this sound on its own. Could it? There was only one way to find out. Until last evening, the egg remained cold, unchanged, no strange pulsing visible, and there were no cracks, Mahal be praised. What would he see now?

In one swift move, the lid flew open. Inside, on the straw, lay the dragon egg. Its dark shape looked almost like it had on the previous evening. The only difference was that now the egg was laying on its side. Without thinking, Thorin took it in his hands and corrected its position, placing it on its bottom side, securing it additionally with straw so that it wouldn’t fall again. The coarse surface of the thick eggshell seemed to prickle pleasantly against his skin.

“Thorin?” came Ása’s muffled voice from the bed.

“I’m here, my sweet. Sleep now, I will join you soon,” he whispered.

A sleepy purr was her only reply. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, tenderness filling his heart. She was his Azyungal, his only treasure, the one he would cherish until his last breath. He may have lost his home, his purpose, and his title, but she was still with him, binding her fate with his. In good times and bad times alike. Those were the words she spoke to him in Erebor, several months ago. A lifetime ago. Thorin carried that memory in his heart, still remembering the delicate blush that bloomed on her cheeks when those words left her lovely lips. A shiver ran down his spine when he recalled his dream. Something stirred inside him. Ása was his prize, and he would never let her go. His and only his. No one else’s.

He realized that he was still holding the dragon egg in his hands. How could he have forgotten about it? And why wasn’t he wearing gloves? Hastily, he removed his hands from its surface and closed the lid, ignoring the tingling on his skin.

After returning to bed, he wrapped his arms around Ása’s petite frame. In her sleep, she clung to him with a sigh. A small, content smile danced on her lips but there were shadows under her eyes contrasting with the unusual paleness of her face. Her eyelids fluttered.

“You’re back,” she whispered sleepily, green sparks in her eyes meeting his gaze. 

“I am,” he nodded.

“Your eyes,” a small frown appeared on her dazed face. “They look like liquid gold,” she closed her eyes again and nuzzled his chest.

“Do they? Perhaps they caught the glow of your beautiful hair,” he chuckled. It seemed that she was not fully awake.

“Flatterer,” she whispered, yawning.

“Ah but I’m your flatterer and I’m never letting you go,” he brushed a strand of hair off her face, placing a tender kiss on her cheek.

“Good,” Ása mumbled and a few moments later, she was drifting off to sleep, her small hand wrapped around one of his braids. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable, but she was there, in his arms. His treasure of treasures, his One, was with him, and he would protect her and hold her close. Once again Thorin promised himself to never lose her again, never let anyone take her away from him. 

Slowly, his fingers delved into the silky-smooth sea of her golden hair that glittered in the moonlight. She was his wife, dearer to him than all the treasures of Erebor. His own. His precious.

***

The sweet smell of fresh milk and sun-dried hay filled the barn. One of Beorn’s huge, fluffy bees buzzed curiously in the air somewhere under the thatched roof, on one of its last autumn escapades. 

When Beorn had shown her how to make cheese, Ása decided that she enjoyed it. Since then, she took every opportunity to help him when it was time to replenish his pantry. Recently, it happened quite often on the account of several ravenous dwarves decimating Beorn’s cheese stores. 

She enjoyed every single thing about the whole process: the sour taste of freshly curdled milk as she licked her fingers, the rough surface of the old wooden cheese mould, along with the aroma of herbs and smoked cheese that would cling to her dress afterwards. Yes, especially the smoked cheese. Her stomach rumbled. Ása cut off a hearty piece of freshly made soft cheese and stuffed it quickly into her mouth. She simply couldn’t say no to the delicious creamy goodness that melted on her tongue. Perhaps one more piece… or two...

“Now I am sure that dwarves have double stomachs,” Beorn approached her with a chuckle, his bushy eyebrows ruffled.

She swallowed her fourth piece of cheese, blushing slightly, “I was simply making sure it’s edible!”

“Of course, Honeysuckle, of course. And is it?” he tilted his head in amusement.

“Well, yes. Yes it is. Very much edible. Would you like to taste it?” she blabbed, trying to cover her embarrassment. 

“We’ve just had breakfast. I’m afraid I lack the dwarven appetite,” the skin-changer replied with a deep laughter and soon they returned to their work. 

“Would you mind giving me a hand with the cheese press, Master Bear?” Ása asked with a grunt, trying to turn the large crank. Couldn’t Beorn have made this contraption a bit smaller? Like everything in his household, it just had to be annoyingly huge. She huffed. How was she supposed to become a proper cheesemaker if she wasn’t able to use all the tools at hand?

“You are stubborn as Clover, Honeysuckle. How many times have I told you to leave it to me?” the bear-man approached her in a few quick strides.

“She is the gentlest mare I’ve ever seen!” Ása protested, taking a step back and letting him handle the job. 

“Only because she appreciates you taking care of her mane,” Beorn’s large hands moved the crank as if it was completely weightless.

“She is a fashionable lady and likes her braids!” Ása’s smile widened, demonstrating the fondness for the spotted mare.

“Speaking of braids,” the skin-changer glanced at her, “You have something in your hair.”

“What is it?” Ása hoped it wasn’t a spider. For some reason, spiders made her shiver. “Let me see,” he leaned towards her, reaching out and sinking his fingers in her hair.

“Is it moving?” she closed her eyes firmly. Spider or a bug, she didn’t want to see it. At least it wasn’t one of Beorn’s bees. They knew better than to try and entangle themselves in dwarven hair.

“Stay still, Honeysuckle, it’s not that easy.”

“It is a spider, isn’t it?” she held her breath.

“No. It’s not. It is… cheese,” he put one of his fingers into his mouth and chuckled. “That soft cheese you ate earlier. You were right, it is tasty!”

Her face reddened. If only Lady Barba could see her now, she would scold her all the way to Ered Luin and back. A proper lady would never neglect her hair so much to have food stuck in it.

“Is it all out now?” she mumbled, looking hopefully at Beorn, while he worked on freeing her hair from the sticky substance.

“Now it is,” his bright grey eyes rested on her and he chuckled. “Next time if you want to save some cheese for later, you can just put a piece aside.”

She burst out in laughter, “I guess I deserved it.”

The bear-man ran his enormous fingers through her hair once more, making sure that it was thoroughly cleaned. A warm shiver ran down her spine. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant at all.

“Your hair has the color of honeysuckle flowers in the sun,” she heard him say as some of her locks fell on her shoulders.

“Step away from my wife!” the door slammed open and a growl followed. A familiar, broad-shouldered figure marched into the barn. 

“Thorin!” Ása exclaimed, suddenly realizing how close Master Bear was to her, how his fingers were still buried in her hair, how her cheeks burned with a treacherous blush.

Beorn straightened up to his full, impressive height, crossed his hairy arms over his chest and said in a tempered voice, “I’m not harming her in any way, Master Dwarf.”

In several quick strides, Thorin approached them, golden bolts of lightning flashing from his eyes, and positioned himself between Ása and the bear-man.

“How dare you touch her hair?!” her husband roared, uninhibited fury in his voice. The skin-changer stared down at him without a word with a puzzled frown on his face.

“Thorin, he didn’t know...” Ása’s voice trembled as she rested her hand on Thorin’s shoulder, feeling how tense his muscles were under his tunic. He immediately turned to face her, his wild mane of hair following his movements with the metal clink of his beads.

“And you! What do you think you were doing with him?” he growled, his brow clouded in anger, and his eyes… Mahal, his eyes! Ása gasped. She knew Thorin’s eyes well, she would drown in their azure depths so often, and now she expected to face the full strength of his stormy glare. Instead, twin pools of molten gold searched her face, giving him a look of a lifeless statue. She raised her hand to her mouth. This golden gaze. She had seen it before, last night but she dismissed that memory in the morning, convinced that it had been a dream. 

Those golden eyes stared at her coldly, scrutinizing, judging, demanding answers. Ása wasn’t dreaming now, she was sure of it. And then it struck her. That shade of gold, that exact same shade of gold… She recalled the golden flecks that would swirl in his dark blue eyes sometimes when she would let down her hair for him, and there were other intimate moments as well when she had thought it was just a simple trick of light. Even then, the gold never filled his eyes so thoroughly. Her blood ran cold. This was not right. He was not right.

“I asked you a question, wife!” Thorin, her golden-eyed husband demanded.

“My hair…” she started, shrinking away from him.

“Your hair is only mine to touch!” his face was so close to her now that she could see the golden fire burning endlessly in the depths of his eyes. “You are mine, not his!” With these words, he grabbed her arm. “It is time we had a little talk in private,” he started walking towards the entrance, taking Ása with him, his grasp tightening.

“Thorin, please, it hurts!” she protested when they found themselves outside. His eyes darkened for a moment and he froze for a blink of an eye, letting go of her. Quickly, she stumbled a few steps away from him.

“Now then,” he moved towards her, anger etched in his features, the golden glare set on her face. Her heart beat frantically. Cool air filled her lungs. She took a step back. “You are going to listen to me, wife,” he took another step forward. She backed away from him again, but he caught up with her quickly and his face hovered in front of her. 

“I chose you. I wed you. And I demand full obedience from you. Under no circumstances are you to be in the presence of that creature alone. Do you understand?” his glowing eyes narrowed as he pointed with his head towards the barn.

“Thorin, what are you saying? ‘This creature’? His name is Beorn and he is our friend! He saved our lives! Have you forgotten?” she had to talk some sense into him. Surely, he would snap out of it any moment now.

“It is not only him. Do you not think I have not noticed? The looks they give you, their whispers, their false smiles. They want to take you away from me, but I won’t let them!” his roar rang in the air.

“I don’t understand. Who are ‘they’? What do you mean?” puzzled, she tried to look into his eyes and find some answers. He wasn’t speaking about Bofur nor his kin, was he?

“You are mine, only mine, my treasure of treasures,” with a low growl, he pressed his forehead to hers, but this usually affectionate gesture felt wrong to her now, his cool skin against hers made her shiver, the grimace on his face resembled a horrible death mask. His hard lips, cold as stone, brushed roughly against hers, making her recoil. That was not how her Thorin kissed. It felt much different from his caresses, from his touch. It was wrong, he was wrong, everything was wrong about him. 

“Thorin, listen to your own words! You are not yourself!” she moved away, unsteadily, avoiding his unwelcome touch.

“Are you in league with them as well, wife? I forbid you to see them. They are plotting against me!”

“Please, Thorin, this is not you speaking, no one here bears you ill will!” tears pooled in her eyes. She didn’t understand what was happening to him, she wished this nightmare would stop.

“You do not see it, wife, but I know better,” he approached, towering over her, and there was menace in his voice. “From this moment forward, you will not speak with anyone but me. You will now go to our room and I forbid you to leave it without me!”

“Y-- you are not making any sense…” her voice trembled even more as she took several shallow breaths, trying to steady herself. Her cheeks were wet and she felt the salty taste of her tears in her mouth. “You can’t do this to me! You have no right,” she took another step away from him only to feel the wall of the barn behind her back.

“I have every right,” he advanced towards her, cupping her chin with his hand, raising her face to his. She shivered under his cold touch. “And you will obey me, wife,” his unfamiliar lips crushed hers in a grasping kiss. The kiss not of her husband. Not of her Thorin.

“Let me go!” her hand met his bearded cheek with a loud slap. Distressed, Ása pushed him away, freeing herself of his grasp, putting some distance between them. He swayed, clearly surprised by her actions.

“Wife…” he snarled through clenched teeth, his hand touching his cheek in disbelief, his eyes darkening for a moment and Ása thought that she saw a glimpse of dark blue in them, but it was gone in a blink of an eye. “How dare you raise your hand…” the golden-eyed Dwarf whom she had married took a shaky step towards her.

“Don’t come any closer!” she warned, retreating, her voice shrill with barely contained panic. “I don’t know what happened to you, Thorin. Please, stop saying all those things! I’m… I’m your... wife, not your prisoner!” she took a deep breath and lashed out, as if she had a sharp sword in her hand, her last line of defense, “We are not under your Mountain, you are not a crown prince any longer and you have no right to order me around!” 

As soon as these words left her mouth, she gasped in shock, barely believing in what she had just said.

He stood in front of her, frozen, unmoving, all emotions gone from his face, his golden eyes glowering at her.

“Enough,” Beorn’s voice came from behind her. “You are making my animals nervous. I will have no lovers’ quarrel under my roof.” 

“It was of your own making, you treacherous skin-changer!” Thorin spat at him.

“Stop it, Thorin! He didn’t do anything wrong!” she exclaimed, hearing Beorn’s animalistic growl behind her that made her hair stand on end. Was he about to change into a bear and attack her One? She didn’t dare to look back. Her heart fluttered frantically against her ribcage, tears ran freely down her face, dizziness filled her head, dark spots danced in front of her eyes. It was too much, this was not happening, it was a nightmare, it had to be a nightmare and she wanted to wake up. She could barely breathe. She could barely stand.

“So you are defending him now, Ása,” Thorin’s cold, golden gaze rested on her. “Very well, I do not need a spouse who flaunts her charms at everyone she meets,” he gnarred with disdain. “I do not have a wife any longer!”

And then the darkness claimed her, mercifully shielding her with its black velvet shroud from that hateful golden glare that cut straight through her heart.

***

The Tiny Khuzdul Dictionary: Azyungal - lover, meaning here: The One

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[avaria-revallier]

Time and Time again

A new story I have been working on for some time, come and check it out ^^

Aurora left Shire all those years ago, after the incident with her family and the unfortunate tasing of her late husband.

She would have not dreamed to return to the green hills so soon, but a letter from her dear sister, Belladonna, changed her mind. The letter had found her too late, so she was only able to express her condolence to Bilbo, her nephew.

She didn't stay too long in her hometown though. Not due to the shunning and mean comments of her fellow hobbits, but because of a certain dwarf stealing away her heart. Well, and she surely couldn't let her cute nephew head blindly into tagged all on his own, on the recommendation of her old meddling friend.

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[dodo-doodles]

Found this old pic I made

[bloodsoakeddoodles]

I've been reading a lot of fanfiction, The Touch of Dragon Fire is probably my fave rn

[lesbiankiliel]

me: wow this bagginshield fic is really goo-

thorin in the fic: *calls bilbo "little one"*

me: you know what I changed my mind fuck you

[blairsanne]

An Unexpected Blue Wizard

Summary: Gandalf's apprentice, a blue wizard, joins Thorin's Company early on in their journey to Erebor. Kíli finds their 'backup wizard' quite interesting.

Story covers entirety of the movie trilogy and beyond with slight AU. Early chapters focus on Kíli and an OC. Later story includes focus on Fíli and another OC. Thilbo is sprinkled in. Slow burn.

Cross posted to FF and AO3.

Chapter 1 - Company Names

On the third day of his journey with the company, Bilbo sat on his pony, following the path through the woods. It was a fine day, sun dappling through the canopy above, and they were keeping a steady but easy pace.

As they made their way, Kíli looked up in the trees suspiciously. Fíli noticed this and did the same, but saw nothing. Then he heard it; a sound in the branches above. Then quiet again. He shared a look with Kíli, but they shrugged it off.

A few moments later, Gandalf put up his hand, and the company came to a stop on the path. The dwarves looked at each other with confusion. “I know you’re there,” the wizard called out loudly to the woods in general.

Suddenly a girl dropped from the trees, landing with a thud to crouch thirty feet from the front of the convoy. She stared down Gandalf, holding a thin grey staff topped by a piece of blue sea glass. “You’re late.”

“I am not,” Gandalf replied indignantly, getting down from his pony. She grinned and flipped her staff up onto her shoulders as she walked toward him, resting her hands on it casually. “Well, I was early, which is the same thing,” she laughed. Gandalf let out a small laugh and clapped her on the shoulder. “Glad you could make it.” “I wouldn’t miss a summon from you,” she beamed up at the grey wizard.

It was then that Bilbo noticed her small stature. She was probably only two or three inches taller than he was, but she didn’t seem to be a hobbit or a dwarf. She had small feet in leather boots, pointed ears, and no beard. Her long brown hair was in a single, high braid, and she wore a pack on her back for travel. Her brown pants were fitted and her blue linen shirt was loose. He couldn’t think of any group of people he’d heard of that would fit her description.

“Gandalf,” Thorin called, hopping off his pony. “Who is this?” “The final member of our party,” Gandalf announced. “I present to you Andréa, the blue wizard.” Andréa bowed deeply to the convoy. “At your service.” “Another wizard?” Bilbo stared with confusion and excitement. Thorin looked suspiciously at Gandalf. “You did not mention this.” “Well, I wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it. Didn’t want to get your hopes up.” He laughed nervously, hoping Thorin was not offended. “So you thought it better to surprise me with this elf-Wizard.”

She raised her brows. “I am no more an elf than a dwarf.” Thorin’s tone betrayed his offense at the idea. “You are no dwarf.” “Then I am no elf.” “Well you’re not a hobbit, with those feet.” He eyed her suspiciously. “What are you, and from where?” “I am nothing, and of nowhere.” Gandalf put a hand on Andréa’s shoulder, giving Thorin a pointed look. “She is a wizard. And a friend of mine, Thorin.” “You have earned my trust, Gandalf, but still…”

Thorin narrowed his eyes at her and gave her an appraising look. “Do you know how to fight?” “By blade and staff.” She straightened up, standing her staff on the dirt and putting her hand on the grip of the sword she had sheathed. “Shall I show you?” Thorin shook his head, believing her. He mulled this over, looking to Gandalf, and finally back to Andréa. “And you wish to come with us?” “I don’t have any more contracts,” Balin interjected. She put her hand up. “No need for that. Gandalf has asked that I protect you and your kin as you reclaim Erebor. For that I am prepared to give my life.” Bilbo raised his brows, but said nothing.

Thorin looked over the short blue wizard, and saw her earnest devotion to her mission. It was true that they could use the extra help, given that none of the other dwarves had joined them. And if a hobbit was supposed to be of use, surely a second wizard would be even more so. Still, he couldn’t help but think she looked barely grown.

“Do you truly know what you are swearing to? It may well cost your life.” “I am quite aware, yes. But I feel it is a worthy cause.” “And why is that?” “The great halls of Erebor belong to dwarves, not dragons.”

He smirked slightly, agreeing, and put his arm out. “Very well. Welcome to the Company.” She took his arm in hers and accepted the welcoming shake and back pat that accompanied it. “I expect great things, wizard.” She didn’t flinch, instead nodding. “My word is true. Or you may take my life yourself.” “Now hold on,” Bilbo stammered. “That’s going a bit far don’t you think?” But the dwarves seemed to take her oath seriously, most of them looking on with respect.

Bofur called out. “If Bilbo is our burglar, does that make Andréa our wizard?” “Surely that’s Gandalf?” “Backup wizard?” “Backup wizard!” several cheered in unison. Thorin called over the cheering. “Get her a pony. We’re not stopping here.”

As the group slowly started moving forward, Kíli approached with a pony. “Here, her name’s Pansy.” “Thank you…” she trailed off, hoping for him to introduce himself. He flashed her a charming grin. “Kíli.” “Thank you, Kíli!” She beamed up at him, then mounted Pansy. “Have you ridden before?” “A few times,” she shrugged. She leaned forward to run a hand down the pony’s long neck. “We’ll be fine, won’t we Pansy?” she asked softly.

She fell into position just before Kíli and Fíli at the back of their long procession. The fine weather made for an easy ride in the sparse woods. Kíli watched the new party member as they rode, making sure she wasn’t having any trouble. He studied her pack, noting how full it looked in comparison to her small frame. It was well-worn, with patches near the bottom, and several layers of different types of stitching where the straps met the sack. He imagined her moving through the treetops with this old thing on her back and marveled that she hadn’t gotten it caught on an errant branch. Or maybe she had, and that was why it was so beat up. What sort of wild wizard is this?

--

When they finally made camp for the night, Kíli watched as the short wizard stared openly at Nori while they sat around the fire. Andréa was sitting in front of Gandalf and Bilbo, a few feet from where Fíli and Kíli had sat, and Nori was standing tending the flames.

Nori shot her a dirty look when he caught her staring at him. “You have something to say?” “Oh! No.” Color rose in her cheeks and she put her hands up. “I’m sorry, I was just admiring-” she moved her hands in circles, gesturing at his face. “Your braids. I’ve never seen any so spectacular before.” She looked away, wincing awkwardly, immediately regretting her words. “I’m sorry.” Nori grunted, smiling to himself, then went to sit down with Dori and Ori.

Kíli laughed silently, finding her bashful side charming. Gandalf, who was sitting beside Andréa, smirked. “Andréa’s always had an interest in dwarves.” “Gandalf.” She looked up at him with annoyance. “Is that not why you agreed to come along?” “I came along because you told me a great king was going to reclaim a mountain from a dragon.” He nodded and smoked his pipe. “That is the truth.” “You know, Gandalf, your hair is quite long. It could hold braids well.” He eyed her without saying a word. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine.”

Bilbo laughed. “You two have an interesting friendship,” he remarked. She grinned at the hobbit. “Gandalf is my mentor.” She nudged the grey wizard playfully. “He’s used to my mischief.” Gandalf patted her head patronizingly. “Yes, for now I will forgive the folly of your youth,” he teased. “Though, Master Baggins is younger than you and considerably better mannered.”

She frowned and straightened up, her entire demeanor changing to polite and serious. “I can be well-mannered.” She turned to Bilbo. “Are you truly younger than me?” Bilbo shrugged. “Well, I’m 50…” He had no idea how old anyone in the company was, now that he thought of it - least of all Gandalf. “Oh, you are?” she commented lightly. “I’ll have to take special care of you, then.”

Kíli leaned over from where he’d been eavesdropping. “Well I’m 77.” She raised a brow and turned toward him. “Oh?” She looked him over. “Hm.” Fíli leaned over as well. “And I’m just 82.” She smirked slightly at Fíli. “That would make you five years older than me.” Kíli furrowed his brow, doing the math. “Then… we are the same age?”

She tried not to laugh. “Yes.” She winced slightly. “You’re- Kíli, right?” “Kíli,” he nodded. She pointed to Fíli, looking guilty. “And?” She had tried to overhear the names of all the dwarves during the day, but both the names themselves and the dwarves they belonged to were so numerous and unfamiliar, that she hadn’t picked up on much. “Fíli.”

She nodded, then repeated them to herself. “Kíli, and Fíli. I will endeavor not to confuse them.” Fíli wrapped his arm around Kíli. “My brother and I are used to it.” Kíli smirked and raised his brows flirtatiously at the blue wizard. Andréa, unsure what to make of that, looked away, smiling.

She looked out over the group, then slid over to sit on the ground in front of the young dwarves, pointing around the fire. “Will you remind me the other names of the company?” Kíli grinned and leaned closer conspiratorially and Fíli followed his lead, their faces pressing forward on either side of hers. Kíli put his hand on her shoulder and pointed. “Of course you know Gandalf, he’s our wizard.” “And Mr. Baggins, that’s our burglar.” “Burglar?” She looked over a Bilbo with a raised brow Bilbo shrugged.

“And then you’ve got Nori with the braids you liked.” She cringed, embarrassed that Kíli had overheard that interaction. “Beside him’s his brother Dori. He’ll make you tea, if you’re into that sort of thing.” “Then their cousin Ori, he’s often got his nose in his book.” Kíli scrunched his nose disapprovingly. “Then Gloin, with the red beard. He’s a bit quick tempered, but he’s the only one here with a wife.” “Maybe that’s why he’s ill tempered?” Kíli joked. “And his brother, Óin, who’s hard-of-hearing. He’s a great healer.” “Then there’s their cousin, Balin. One of Thorin’s most trusted advisors. Great warrior.” “And Balin’s brother, Dwalin. Another great warrior. Don’t take it personally if he distrusts you.” “Why would he-” “Well, you’re not a dwarf.”

“Oh.” She deflated somewhat. “That’s hardly something I can control.” Fíli and Kíli both let out small laughs. “The one with the big hat, that’s Bofur. And the big one beside him’s his brother, Bombur. He’ll eat anything he can get a hold of.” “And the one with the axe stuck in his head is their cousin Bifur. He won’t be able to speak to you, since he only speaks our dwarf tongue.” “And then of course there’s our uncle Thorin.” “You seemed to have an idea who he was already.”

“Yes, Gandalf told me of Thorin.” Andréa let out a deep breath, looking over the group. “That’s a lot of names to learn at once.” Kíli grinned crookedly and winked. “Just remember Kíli and I’ll know you’re looking for me.” “And you can call me Kíli too, if you forget.” Fíli added. “Thorin’s in the habit from scolding him so much.” Andréa let out a small laugh, turning to smile appreciatively at the brothers. “Kíli, and Fíli,” she said, pointing at them in turn. “I won’t forget.” She looked down at her hands and started counting with her fingers. “Kíli, Fíli, Thorin… Nori, Dori, Ori… then… Bofur? Bifur? No, I’ve forgotten some of them already.”

-

The next morning as Andréa readied her pony, she was approached by the young dwarf with the long brown hair. “Good morning, backup wizard,” he grinned. She lit up at the greeting. “Good morning, Kíli.” “No, I’m Fíli. That’s Kíli,” he gestured past her to his older brother, who was readying his own pony. She narrowed her eyes at him in confusion. “That’s not what you said yesterday.” “So you did remember.” He smirked, looking her over. “Kíli,” he nodded.

She tried to fight the grin on her face, shaking her head at him. “Don’t confuse me. There are thirteen of you to remember, not counting the hobbit and Gandalf.” He clucked his tongue, shaking his head dismissively. “Ah but, Fíli and I are the most important.” She did laugh at that. “I would think that Thorin Oakenshield is the most important? He’s to be king under the mountain, is he not?” “Yes, but as his nephews, we’re next in line.” He hooked his thumbs into his belt. “And Thorin’s much too old for you anyway.”

She shook her head, adjusting her pack on her back. “You’re trouble, aren’t you? I think I should keep my eye on you.” She narrowed his eyes at him teasingly. He smiled crookedly and raised a brow. “Oh, feel free to watch me as you please.” She snorted, but felt color rise in her cheeks and quickly turned away to mount the pony. Kíli walked past her to join Fíli, smiling to himself.

-

When they stopped for a midday break, Andréa sat down next to Kíli and drank deeply from her waterskin, looking over the troop. Kíli glanced over to see her tapping her fingers as she looked over the dwarves, mouthing names. He snickered and leaned toward her. “Almost got our names down?” She bit her lip and tilted her head. “Mm. Some of them.”

“Who’s got you stumped?” he wondered, moving closer to her so they could be quiet about it. “Well, I’ve got-” She held up her fingers. “Kíli, Fíli, Thorin, Nori, Dori, Ori… Bofur has the hat, and Bombur has the long ropey beard?” “It’s alright to say Bombur’s the roundest one,” Kíli laughed. “And… One is named Bifur?” “The one with the axe in his head, yes.” “Oh, okay…” she nodded, sighing.

“Is that all?” “It’s a lot.” She looked over to him guiltily. “But that means there’s just four more?” Kíli nodded. “Balin and Dwalin are brothers.” He pointed subtly. “Dwalin’s the bald one who looks like his grimace could break your bones. Balin’s the much older one who’s always talking to Thorin. They’re both very close to him, and mighty warriors.” “You respect them?” she asked, surprised. Kíli seemed offended by the question. “Very much so. They survived the Battle of Azanulbizar.” “What was the Battle of Azanulbizar?” He let out a long sigh, not wishing to discuss it. “The battle for our ancestral lands, where my grandfather, King Thror, was slain by orcs.”

Andréa nodded with understanding. Gandalf had told her a little about Thror, and Thrain - that they’d fallen in battle and left Thorin as heir to their people - and of the fall of Erebor to Smaug. She pulled a necklace out from under her shirt and held the pendant tightly. “I’m sorry. That sounds awful.” She looked between Thorin, Balin, and Dwalin. “It must give Thorin comfort to have such fine warriors with him again on this journey.” Kíli’s brow furrowed. He hadn’t considered it from that angle, but knew that his uncle did hold the other two dwarves in high esteem. “I suppose.”

Andréa scanned the group, her gaze settling on the grey wizard. Her voice was quiet. “Gandalf helped me when I was very much in need, so his presence gives me great comfort. Even now.” Kíli pursed his lips, looking between the two wizards. He didn’t understand why she would need comfort given the ease of their journey thus far, but he was happy to have two wizards at their side for any potential dragon encounters.

-

At nightfall, when they broke for camp, Andréa walked a bit off from camp to meditate on her own. When she returned, she came upon Dwalin cutting large pieces of wood into suitable pieces for their fire. He gave her a stoic glance before continuing to chop.

“Good evening,” she offered. He grunted and continued on. “Could I help?” “I’m fine.” “I’m sure I’m not as strong or fast with an axe, but I’ve chopped wood before.” “Run along.” “I just thought if I could be of help-” He threw his axe at the ground, where it stuck upright, trenched deeply into the hard dirt. “I don’t need help from a wee lass with no beard!” “Of course.” Andréa shrank in response, looking at the ground. “My apologies, Mr. Dwalin.”

It wasn’t the apology that struck a chord of guilt in him, but the soft way she spoke his name; somewhere between respect and affection. He took a breath and turned to find that she’d already hurried off to the other end of camp.

Andréa sat down near the fire and tucked her knees up to her chin, staring into the fire with a morose expression. Kíli watched as she pulled a necklace out from under her shirt and held the green pendant tightly in a fist against her chest. He knew that Dwalin’s actions had been a bit harsh, but he was surprised to see her so affected by them. Just as he was thinking of going over to her, her attention was caught by a set of hairy feet that had come upon her.

Andréa looked up to see Bilbo smiling down at her. “Brought you some supper,” he offered, sitting down next to her with a cheery demeanor. She felt like she might cry in relief, and took the portion he offered gratefully. “Thank you so much, Mr. Baggins.” “Oh, please, call me Bilbo,” he insisted. “Thank you so much, Bilbo.” She smiled as she pressed her fork into a piece of potato. “Ah, there it is.” He clucked, nudging her playfully before starting to eat. “Can’t have a good meal without a good mood.” She nudged him back. “Can’t help but be in a good mood with such fine company.”

Kíli smiled to himself as he watched the hobbit cheer up their backup wizard.

“Is this the sort of meal you’d usually have back home?” Bilbo laughed. “Not- exactly,” he hedged, not wanting to be rude. “Usually a few more courses.” “Mmm, yes, I’ve noticed the dwarves don’t stop for Elevenses.” “Thank you,” Bilbo enthused. “It’s not natural.” Andréa laughed. “They’re quite focused.” She gestured with her hand in a straight line. “We’ve a goal in mind, so we should keep to it.” Bilbo shrugged. “Being well fed never hurt anyone on a long journey.” “I hope it is long,” she murmured. “Why’s that?”

She glanced about the group, then leaned in toward Bilbo, speaking very quietly. “I’ve much to learn.” Bilbo blinked in surprise. “From- from them?” She nodded. “Durin’s folk. Noble dwarves. I might not get another chance to meet folk like this.” She popped a piece of hot carrot into her mouth. “Nor a burglar hobbit.”

Bilbo laughed, then looked away bashfully. He caught Thorin staring at Andréa, and, before he could look away, Thorin caught Bilbo staring at him. Bilbo looked down to his plate. “I’m not sure Gandalf chose correctly for his burglar, if I’m honest.” Andréa studied his face with an abnormally serious expression. She put her hand on Bilbo’s knee. “I think it’s right that you’re with us, Bilbo.” “That’s very kind of you to say.” “Or selfish.” She shrugged. “I’d like you to stick with us, if you would.” “Of course.” Bilbo wrapped his arm around her playfully. “We non-dwarves can stick together.” She snickered, but nodded. “I’d like that.”

-

Kíli stopped by where Andréa was seated as Bilbo took their dishes to Bofur to clean them. “Have you got us all memorized yet?” he teased. She smiled, nodding. “Thanks to your help, Kíli.”

A breeze picked up and she shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her small frame. “If you’re cold, you should sit closer to the fire.” She let out a small sigh. “Yes, seems so.” “Actually-” Kíli rubbed his chin. “Dori’s always happy to make tea, if you need something to keep you warm.” “Oh?”

-

Andréa walked around the fire and stopped in front of Dori, her hands behind her back. “Dori?” “Hm?” He looked up at her with mild surprise. She pointed in the general direction of Kíli. “I was told by the troublemaker that you make a fine cup of tea. I was wondering if you’d share some with me.” He smiled, straightening up a bit. “Why, that sounds lovely. How about a nice, calming chamomile?” “Yes please,” she grinned.

He got up to fill his kettle and place it near the fire. Nori raised a brow at Andréa. “You’re making the rounds.” She shrugged, smiling. “Well if I’m to die for you, I’d like to at least meet you all properly first.” Nori scoffed. “As if we need your protection.” “You may be right.” “What’s in it for you anyway?” Gloin asked, leaning over to squint at her. “Didn’t Gandalf tell you? I have a special interest in dwarves.” “Oh, aye? Why’s that?” She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, looking away. Nori let out a suspicious hum.

Andréa put her hand over her chest and met Gloin’s gaze. “A dwarf saved my life once.” She looked over to Nori. “I wasn’t able to repay that.” Something about the expression on her face made Nori believe her. He relaxed somewhat and nodded. “Fine then.”

Dori returned with a mug of steaming tea. “Here you are, sure to warm you for an evening’s rest.” She smiled up at him as she cupped the mug with both hands. “Thank you so much.” He retook his seat, holding his mug up at her briefly. “Cheers.”

She sat down on the ground facing Dori, between him and the fire. She blew on her tea and looked off to the right to see that Ori was scribbling in his book. She watched as Fíli and Kíli walked behind him, heading to where their packs were. Kíli made eye contact with her and flashed an easy grin. She smiled back, then took a sip of her drink. She closed her eyes as the hot liquid warmed her chest and let out a pleased sigh. “You like it?” Dori asked, raising a brow. She met his gaze and nodded, trying to temper her grin. “I feel cozy.” He let out a small laugh. “Well I’m glad someone in the party appreciates finer tastes.”

Some of the dwarves started humming a low, melancholic tune. Andréa turned to see the rest of the company gathering around the fire with stoic looks on their faces.

Thorin began to sing, staring into the flames. “Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old”

Andréa clutched the mug and looked around slowly, reading the heavy expressions as the other dwarves joined in. As the song continued she closed her eyes, sinking into the deep vibrations that surrounded her as their low voices blended and harmonized.

She pictured clearly the fire in the night and her chest ached for the pain in their tune. As the song continued, she opened her eyes and looked over the company. She made eye contact with Bofur, who gave her a subtle nod, and then Kíli, who simply looked away and kept on, his face abnormally serious. Finally her gaze settled on Thorin, and she felt the skin on her arms prickle with goosebumps.

-

That night while most of the company slept, Balin, Fíli and Kíli kept watch. Bilbo snuck off to feed an apple to one of the ponies, and as he returned, a strange sound rang out in the night. “What was that?” he asked the dwarves. Kíli sat up, furrowing a brow. “Orcs.” “Orcs?” Bilbo ran back toward the brothers.

At the mention of orcs, Thorin jolted awake, as did Andréa. “Throat cutters,” Fíli elaborated. “There’ll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them.” Gandalf sat smoking his pipe, watching the interaction. Andréa slowly sat up, wrapping her blanket around her. Kíli looked up at Bilbo. “They strike in the wee small hours when everyone’s asleep. Quick and quiet, no screams. Just lots of blood.” When Bilbo looked back out toward where the sound had come from, the two brothers looked at each other and started to laugh.

“You think that’s funny?” Thorin’s voice was disapproving. “You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?” Kíli blinked and looked away shamefully. “We didn’t mean anything by it.” “No, you didn’t.” Thorin walked off to look over the lowlands. “You know nothing of the world.”

Andréa watched as he walked past, her face somber. She exchanged a knowing look with Gandalf, who offered her a pitying half-smile. “Don’t mind him, laddie.” Balin said, approaching Thorin’s nephews and Bilbo. “Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs. After the dragon took the lonely mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarven kingdom of Moria.” Andréa leaned forward, interest piqued and hands clutching the pendant of her necklace. It was then that Kíli noticed her, and the way she looked up at Balin, enthralled as he began to tell the story of how Moria had been overrun by orcs led by Azog The Defiler. “The giant Gundabad orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin,” Balin explained. He made eye contact with Andréa. “He began by beheading the king. Thrain, Thorin’s father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing. Taken prisoner, or killed, we did not know.”

Fíli, who was familiar with this tale, looked to Bilbo and Andréa; the hobbit looked horrified, but the small wizard had a knowing, empathetic expression on her face. “We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us.” Balin took a breath and smiled, his voice growing conspiratorial. “That is when I saw him,” he nodded, then looked over to where Thorin stood with his back to the camp. “A young dwarf prince, facing down the pale orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe. His armour wrent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. Azog The Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin,” Balin looked to Fíli and Kíli, “would not be so easily broken.” Andréa smiled softly and looked from the brothers to their uncle.

“Our forces rallied, and drove the orcs back. Our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast,” Balin shook his head, growing mournful once again, “nor song that night. For our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived, and I thought to myself then; There is one who I could follow.” He raised his brows. “There is one who I could call king.”

When Thorin turned toward the camp again, every dwarf in the company faced him with respect. They had woken during the telling of the tale and most had stood, though his nephews stayed seated at the back of the group.

Bilbo, who was still seated, looked up at Balin. “And the pale orc? What happened to him?” Thorin made his way through the crowd. “He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago.” Gandalf and Balin exchanged a silent look.

As Andréa looked up at Thorin, she saw, from her low seat, the seven stars of Durin’s Crown twinkling in the night sky just above his head. Thorin met her gaze as her eyes grew wet. “Do you wish to flee now, lass? Overcome by a tale of death in battle?” She shook her head. “I am moved by the promise of a great king and his people.” He snorted, but a soft smile crossed his lips before he turned to the rest of the company.

“Get your rest. We depart at dawn.”

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Part 2 here

[kendrixtermina]

While I get why that’s a interesting box to play in & I don’t want to tell anyone to stop having fun I think a lot of contemporary FF tends to overstate the ‘alieness’ of the Maiar. 

Looking at the source material the Maiar that we do see don’t seem all that different from the incarnates in mindset aside from having loads of power and knowledge. 

Gandalf is a main character in four books, & we see him very capable of getting frustrated, irascible & downright desperate. And then there’s Saruman. He waaay outclasses our heroes with his Scary Compelling Voice that makes him seem great & wonderful while he keeps talking, but beyond that he is basically just an A-grade pathetic jerk who goes down with precious little dignity. He’s not above anything, including flinging petty insults as his colleagues... or even Theoden.

What does stand out is that they’re often shown as having more big-picture focus(probably because of the power & knowledge) - see that bit in Unfinished Tales where Gandalf is trying to convince Thorin to take Bilbo along & gets nowhere with all his talk about the future battle against the forces of evil until he loses his cool and says something like “Do this and I’ll owe you forever”, which Thorin does understand.

Or the way Thingol & Melian are just completely reacting right past each other from the moment Beren shows up. The scene right after he departs is especially contrasting,  Thingol is thinking something like “Like I’d ever wed my daughter to some random mortal!” while Melian is like, “Oh dear you just locked us into a crappy timeline, this will have huge repercussions in the future”

But even Melian whos one of the more powerful & mystical ones is still wholly capable of like, losing all sense and running off in a daze after her hubby kicks the bucket....

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Categories: F/FF/MM/MMulti Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types,The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Relationships: Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, Bombur/Bombur's Wife/Glóin/Glóin's Wife, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Gimli (Son of Glóin)Legolas Greenleaf, Original Characters Additional Tags: King Gimli AU, Durin Family Angst, Arranged Marriage, Canonical Character Death, (almost) Everyone dies AU, Background Polyamory, Slow Burn, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Angst with a Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, this is my au I do what I want you have been warned

So uh. This starts out angsty but I PROMISE it will get happy. This is vaugely inspired by the Animated Hobbit, where Bilbo asks Gandalf:

"Of the original company, how many are left?" "Seven" "And Thorin?" "Soon to be only six."

Which... AWFUL. But if you eliminate every member of the company in the direct line of Durin... you are left with six dwarrow. And Gimli left behind in the Blue Mountains.

So welcome to my personal hell. I'll be posting whenever I have two banked chapters. The outline for this was 2k words and the first chapter was only like... 50 of them. *chuckles* I'm in danger.