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theblogofdurin · 2 years

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Cloaked in Green || Pt.2 || Chp. 25: Bolg & Bard

word count: 1.3ishk

summary: more intel on the story of Arathorn and Gilraen, while Aranea reveals what has been going on to her most trusted company man.

a/n: sorry for the unexpected hiatus and short chapter. I promise to do better. College has been rough and I have midterms coming up so it might be a bit before I post again. So Please Like, Reblog and comment down below and I'll talk to you guys next time.

Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Oc

links-> series masterlist, chp.24, reader guide.

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“Bye Mama!!” the little voices yelled in unison in the back of the wagon, as they leaned over the railing on the bed.

“Behave for your father!” Gilraen waved a finger sternly at the tiny heads “Or I won’t hesitate to lop off your rear ends when you get back”.

Despite her tough exterior with her warning, Gilraen is panicking on the inside. This would be the first time the twins were leaving the camp, and it was the first time she would be separated from them for more than a night. She was nervous, to say the least.

Arathron had another meeting in Imladris and per tradition, on the Eve of the next Heir's-(or in this case, Heir(s)'s-) 6th birthday, the family would travel to the Hidden Valley for the elven blessing and earning of their Sindarin names. However, the twins' birthday falls in line with the Harvest, and with the amount of work there is; Arathron and Gilraen decided it was best for one of them to stay behind. Gilraen being the obvious choice.

“We promise, Mama!” Little Aragorn grinned over at her, causing a small laugh to escape her. ‘Exactly like his father,’ she thought, ‘ ever the charmer.’

“We’ll be good” Little Aranea grinned the same grin as her brother, causing another laugh from their mother. There was no denying that despite Aranea's longer mid-back hair, and Aragorn's shoulder-length hair, they were practically identical despite being fraternal.

“We’ll be okay, Gil-.” stated Arathron as he threw in the last prevision bags in the bed of the wagon, a bigger version of the same grin rested on his face. “-We’ll only be gone for a week or so.” He came around the wagon to place a comforting grip on her shoulder, kissing the top of her head.

“Just be safe,” she spoke softly up at him.

“The safest.” he grinned before pressing a soft kiss onto her lips. Gilraen smiled happily into the kiss, resting her hands comfortably on her husband's chest as his hands went to rest lower, nicely and smoothly on her hips.

“EWW” the twins sounded off. Rolling his eyes, Arathron pulled away with a soft goodbye to his wife before turning around to the giggling kids.

“Alright, you heathens." he chuckled at them teasingly. "-let’s get on the road.”

“YAY!” tiny cheers erupted from the bed as he climbed up to the driver's seat, reaching for the reins of the two beautiful draft horses at the front.

“Bye, love,” Arathron smiled as he flicked the reins, Gilraen blew a kiss.

“BYE MAMA!!” the twins yelled as the wagon began to move, Gilraen smiled as she waved her hand.

“Be safe!" She blew more kisses, "-And Listen to your father!”

Floating down the river in a barrel was all part of the plan.

However! Floating down the river in a barrel with Bilbo was NOT part of the plan.

Aranea groaned mentally as she adjusted slightly in the barrel. Bilbo squeaked as his back pressed into her chest like a small child.

“Anything behind us!”

“I think we’ve outrun them!” Balin yelled, wiping the water off his face. “I can’t see any movement in the treelines!”

“It won't be for long!” Bofur yelled back. “We lost the current!”

“And poor Bifur is already half drowned!” Bombur's loud baritone voice yelled after his brother. Looking behind her, Aranea almost rolled her eyes, at the sight of a pair of boots sticking up out of the said dwarf’s barrel.

“Make for the shore!” Thorin’s voice answered. “Let’s go!”

Paddling farther up the river, Aranea spoke softly to the hobbit in front of her, "Hold on to the edge," before sliding out of the barrel.

"Aran-" Bilbo started as he watched with wide eyes before stopping when he realized…she was standing.

Up to her waist in the river, Aranea pushed slightly on Bilbo's barrel to usher him closer to shore, before moving downstream to pull the others closer.

“Come on!” she yells over to Nori and Ori, waving a hand to encourage them to move faster.

Behind her, Kili falls to his knees in pain from the arrow wound in his thigh. Fili immediately rushes to him.

“Ki?” he gasped as he saw the blood. Oin immediately rushes over. They began quickly bandaging the wound, as they whispered among themselves.

Aranea got up to the shore following Balin, pulling her hair behind her, in a ponytail fashion, as she spoke quietly up to the dwarf in front of her “Balin..” she gestured, “I need to talk to you.”

“Not now lass; but I am glad that you are back with us.” he added as he dragged himself up the rocks.

“Balin, this is serious,” she stressed as she rushed up next to him.

Not that far away, only hearing the tail end of their conversation, Thorin spoke loudly, “Agreed, There’s an orc pack on our tail; we need to keep moving."

“To where?” Balin threw his hands up as he gestured around them. "And how?"

“To the mountain; " Bilbo pointed up to the western sky, "we’re so close."

Moving the hobbit's hand to point North-East, Balin sighed exasperated “A lake lies between us and that mountain. We have no way to cross it.”

“So then we go around.” Bilbo threw up his hands

Dwalin growled softly, “The orcs will run us down! As sure as daylight." Pointing over at Aranea who was slightly surprised as the dwarf continued. "Besides Aranea, the rest of us don't have any weapons to defend ourselves."

“Bind his leg quickly." Thorin ordered Oin, who looked up from his position in front of Kili, "You have 4 minutes.” the older dwarf nodded sharply. Quickly moving over the Prince's leg, he got too worked up.

While they bind Kili’s leg, some of the dwarves sit down around the rocky shoreline and Ori kneels by the river to empty his boot of water. Still, behind Balin, Aranea tapped the kind dwarf on the shoulder. “Balin, please."

Balin was surprised by her persistence "Alright," he agreed, turning to look up at her. "-what is it?"

Aranea gestured over to the rock that dripped over to the far side of the shore. Nodding, Balin followed Aranea as she led him over to the edge, where none of the others could see them.

"Yes?" He asked quietly as they both turned to each other.

"I know that this is strange, but you are the one I trust the most." she started, causing the dwarfs' eyebrows to raise. "And there are just some things that I am not sure the others need to know right now." She whispered, "But one of you should know, and as Thorin's advisor you will know when the time is right to tell the others." Balin nodded, chewing on his lip lightly as he did. He heaved a sigh before speaking

"No one can blame you lass from being hesitant about Thorin after-"

"He's different." Aranea interrupted. Causing Balin to look startled. "I'm not sure how but.." she shook her head lightly. "...I can tell-"

Balin was surprised, and again sighed heavily before nodding. Finally, seeming to accept the sense of foreboding in his heart.

"That wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about." Aranea added after Balin didn't say anything. At his eyebrow raise, she continued. "There is something that is happening, that's been happening that you all have been made unaware of."

"What are you saying, Aranea." He spoke her name. The protective dwarf qualities that he was born and raised to listen to were running full speed as he eyed her.

"There was a reason why Radagast needed to find Gandalf so urgently that morning after the trolls. Somehow it was connected to the reason why a messenger was waiting for me at Rivendell." She swallowed as Balin visibly swallowed with her. She was making him uneasy with her wording.

Resting a gentle hand up on her shoulder to try and help calm the poor lady, and in turn himself, Balin spoke quietly and now urgently.

"What is it, lass." He punctuated the ending.

Aranea closed her eyes as she spoke slowly, “The Nine kings have risen out of the High Fells.'' She opened her eyes as she felt the dwarf's hand fall from her shoulder.

"The Watchful Peace is over." She added after a beat. "The enemy has risen again."

Unbeknownst to the rest of the company. A few minutes passed, talking amongst themselves as Oin made as quick of work on Kili’s leg as he could.

A tall figure was walking up slowly behind Ori, the gentle scribe was picking pieces of wood and river grass out of his hair as the unknown man aimed.

Dwalin, out of nowhere, holding a branch, leaps in between the figure and Ori. He raises the branch and begins to charge the man, but the man shoots his arrow and it embeds itself right in the middle of the branch between Dwalin’s hands. Kili raises a rock to throw, but the man shoots the rock out of his hand too.

“Do it again, and you’re dead.” the man ordered as he drew back on his bow to aim over the others.

Quite smoothly, a cold blade was placed on the man's neck from behind. The stench of orc blood not going amiss by him as a female voice growled sharply.

"I can speak the same for you, lakesman."

The man smiled before he spun his head, ducking under Aranea’s blade. But before he could strick, her foot landed a swift kick into his knee, bringing him down on the other. Bringing her sword to the front of his neck; resting it in the junction between the sharpness of her blade and the dull metal of her cross-guard.

"Now, do you wish to try that again or do you plan on actually listening?"

The man nodded, grunting slightly.

"Good. Now I'm going to empty your quiver and sheath my sword." The tone of her voice was still harsh and unforgiving, “-Then we are all going to have a civil conversation before parting ways. Deal?"

The man choked slightly, causing Aranea to loosen her hold slightly. Internally the man was quite confused by this very strange woman. Before he finally nodded, grunting

“Deal.”

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somedaylazysomeday · 2 years

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Fic Rec Friday

This week's recommendation is one of my favorites! I've probably read @kindle-the-stars's story Stirring the Leaves a dozen times. It is a Hobbit fic, centering on a Thorin/fem!OC pairing.

The OC in question, Elizabeth Darrow, is fully fleshed out with her own backstory and motivations. She is from Earth, but the writer does this well-known trope better than any fic I've ever read!

Stirring the Leaves is a well-written, thoughtful, and realistic exploration of what a single, unassuming person can do to change a situation... an idea I find to be extremely Tolkien aligned.

This is different from most of my recs because this is a slow burn fic with no real smut or explicit content. It's almost exclusively fluff and enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, but I learned a lot about how to pace a relationship through reading it. It's also a fic you can really sink your teeth into: over 350,000 words long!

The literal only complaint I have about this story is that I can't find it on AO3. Since @kindle-the-stars has a (seemingly inactive) tumblr account, it may be on here, but I typically find it on ffn.net - one of the only things I read there anymore, but I'll do what I have to so I can read this fic!

I highly, highly recommend Stirring the Leaves if you're looking for something sweet and funny that will absorb you for the next few days!

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lathalea · 1 month

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Entangled 2/10

The first question I'd like to ask you today is: Do you remember a little fic called The Best Day of My Life I wrote a while back? Don't worry, me neither ;) It simmered in my head and what started off as a standalone ficlet, grew into something bigger. Back then, it was written in the first-person narrative, but as it grew into a longer story in my head, I decided to change the subsequent chapters to the third-person perspective. This story was born from an inspiration I found when researching certain medieval traditions, especially when it comes to arranged marriages in royal families, and the role women played in these arrangements. It inspired me to wonder what it would look like in Dwarven societies of Middle Earth. I hope you enjoy it! Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf OFC (The Hobbit) Rating: G (subject to change) Warnings: ANGST Summary: Arranged marriages are common among the dwarven nobility. After reclaiming the Lonely Mountain, the Kingdom Under the Mountain needs to be rebuilt. Thorin agrees to marry a lady from the Blue Mountains, securing a mutually beneficial alliance with the Broadbeam Dwarves. Lady Mista is said to be a practical and hard-working dwarf-woman, willing to give him an heir who would secure the line of succession. A decent queen material, his advisors say. If only Thorin could let go of his past… You can find this fic on AO3 (search for lathalea). Special thanks for @legolasbadass for all your help and support 💙 ✨ Chapter list: Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 ... ✨ Entangled Masterlist

Khuzdul: Azsâlul'abad - the Lonely Mountain (both the mountain and the dwarven kingdom known among Elves and Men as Erebor) Uzbad ra zabdûna undu ‘Urd - King and Queen Under the Mountain

TA 2942, one year after the Reclamation of Azsâlul'abad

“Your Majesty, My Lady, brothers and sisters in stone, we have all eagerly waited for this moment,” The High Priest’s sonorous voice rang out in the festively decorated Great Hall of the Lonely Mountain. “May the Pleating Ceremony commence!”

It was happening.

Mista swallowed. It felt as if the eyes of every single person present in the cavern were on her. As instructed earlier, Mista took off the veil that had covered her hair which was unbraided and adorned only with minuscule diamonds, and stepped stiffly towards the King. Her hands were clammy, and she tried not to stumble. The slippers and the opulent ceremonial gown she wore were incredibly uncomfortable and heavy. What a blunder it would be if she landed on the floor face down at that very moment! The court etiquette did not forbid her to wear her glasses, so at least she could see her surroundings clearly… including the crowds that gathered for the ceremony in the Great Hall.

Closing her eyes, she focused on her breathing, then something brushed against her temple. Mista flinched like a startled pony.

“No need to be alarmed, My Lady.” A low, rumbling murmur reached her ears. It was the King’s voice; she could have recognized his calm, confident manner everywhere. “Allow me to choose a suitable lock of your hair.” “By all means, Your Majesty,” Mista mumbled, feeling how close he stood to her, his arm brushing against hers, and how his fingers slowly ran through her hair. She did not know that a male touch could be so gentle. The only people allowed to touch her hair before this day were her mother, sister, and personal maid.

“Thank you, My Lady. Would you allow me to compliment you?” the King said and, not waiting for her reply, he added. “I do not think I have seen such exquisite hair before.”

“I… thank you, Your Majesty,” she whispered, attempting to calm herself. Did the King himself truly think her hair was exquisite? A realisation dawned upon her. Of course not; he must have referred to its uncommon length, that was all. It was the only source of Mista’s pride — perhaps the colour of her hair was plain and common, but she had always kept it long, and currently it reached almost to her knees. And now, the King’s nimble fingers ran through it, once, twice, and then began pleating her hair slowly, each of his movements deliberate. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation, but even then, she did not dare to open her eyes especially when the tips of his fingers lightly brushed against her cheek, making her tremble at the sensation.

“It may help you to imagine that there is only you and me here.” His quiet voice reached her again.

“Pardon?” Mista’s breath hitched.

“During straining official functions I tend to imagine that there are only stone statues around me, carved in amusing poses. It helps to tackle the nerves.”

Mista’s eyes fluttered open and met the King’s azure gaze. An encouraging smile danced on his lips moments before he returned to braiding.

“I did not know someone like you could feel… nervous, Your Majesty,” she heard herself say.

“My coronation felt ten times worse than facing the enemy during the Battle of the Five Armies.” His reply made Mista chuckle. His smile widened, making his handsome face even more alluring. For a heartbeat, she forgot how to breathe, simply staring at him.

Click.

The King clasped his bead around her new braid. Gold encrusted with onyx contrasted with the plainness of her mousy hair, but the pattern made it somehow more refined. She took the braid into her hand and admired its even, elegant weaves.

“It is beautiful, Your Majesty,” she whispered.

The King gave her a thankful nod. Mista felt his intent gaze on her. His Durin’s apple bobbed. Something was not right… Why were his features so tense?

It took her a moment to understand. With her cheeks burning, she took a step towards him. How could she have forgotten that now it was her turn?

“May I…?” Her voice failed her, but no words were necessary. The King lowered his head towards her, his hair flowing freely in front of her eyes.

With trembling fingers, she picked a thick lock of hair on his left temple and divided it into four parts. His hair was smooth and thick, making her think of a wolf’s fur, but it smelled like sweet oils from faraway lands in the South. Mista wanted to keep on braiding it for as long as she could. She thanked Mahal that she knew her personal pattern by heart — otherwise, she would have surely entangled his hair or ended up with a bunch of knots instead of the braid. Focused on plaiting it, she forgot about everything around her — there was only the King, Thorin, the Dwarf who unknowingly captured her heart a long time ago. Now, with every weave, she was willingly bestowing her whole self upon him.

Her bead was made of bronze and tiny sapphires from the Blue Mountains. For some reason, it refused to close around the King’s braid, making Mista sigh, but then one of his large, warm hands encircled her fingers that held the bead, and pressed it harder together.

Click.

It was done.

Mista’s heart beat faster and faster as the King Under the Mountain took her hands into his. They were facing each other in a way that allowed everyone gathered in the Great Hall to see them from the side.

“Foreheads,” the High Priest whispered, barely moving his lips, holding something in his hands that glinted in the light of hundreds of lanterns.

The King squeezed her hands gently and lowered himself towards her once more. Mista took a deep breath and stood on her tiptoes so that their foreheads could meet.

His skin was pleasantly warm against hers, his nose brushed against hers, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. Instinctively, she closed her eyes, but the last thing she saw were his lips, slightly parted, and so close, so very close to hers, and there was his beard too, and she wondered how it would feel if…

“What Mahal has joined over the marriage anvil, no power shall break apart until the end of days,” the High Priest exclaimed, his voice loud and clear, like the sound of a gunmetal bell, drowning all of her inappropriate thoughts.

“Thorin, son of Thrain, Mista, daughter of Milva, you are now husband and wife. Uzbad ra zabdûna undu ‘Urd!”

Loud cheers filled the spacious cavern as the white-bearded priest bound their hands together with a thin but unbreakable mithril chain — a symbol of the eternal bond they forged a moment ago. This was one of the most revered traditions of Mahal’s Children: Dwarves married only once. Mista read a treaty once that explained the origin of this ancient tradition: one of the oldest Dwarven legends said that each of the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves had one spouse, and that each couple was made from one piece of stone, destined to be always together, as one mind, body, and heart. A long time had passed since Mista was an overly romantic lass who believed that each Dwarf had their beloved Other Half somewhere in the world. Now she was over one hundred and thirty years old, and during her lifetime, she saw too many dalliances, clandestine affairs, and broken promises to believe that her people were capable of loving only once and only the right person. Dwarves were a fiery race, with molten lava running in their veins rather than cold pieces of rock. Nevertheless, their marriages were the cornerstones of society, crucially important to every family, and so a wedded couple was supposed to be like a rock: steady and unbreakable. That was Mahal’s will, as the priests said. Therefore, the dissolution of marriage was impossible. If a Dwarf broke their marital vows — which, as dishonourable as it was, happened from time to time — they would still remain married to their spouse. Even death did not end it, as her people believed that they would remain married even in the afterlife, in the Halls of Awaiting. That was why Dwarven courtship would often last many years so that the future spouses had ample time to know each other well before they made this irreversible decision.

Mista’s courtship lasted one month. That was how much time Lord Tair, her father, needed to finalise negotiations with the King Under the Mountain. During that time, she never saw her future husband. That was to be expected — the Blue Mountains were almost half a world away from King Thorin II’s kingdom, Azsâlul'abad. Instead, his envoys arrived with the marriage contract signed in his own hand and a chest filled with customary gifts for his future bride: jewellery, hair combs, and a traditional courtship cloak. There was also a letter addressed to her. It contained all the obligatory niceties along with His Majesty’s apology for his absence due to the fact that his kingdom was being rebuilt and needed all of his attention at the moment. He assured his bride, however, that he was looking forward to meeting her in person and offering her as much hospitality as he had received in Tumunzahar years ago.

He remembered.

Over one hundred years had passed, and he still remembered his visit to her home city. Precisely like Mista. She never forgot how gallant and handsome he was, how his words dried her tears, and how he made her feel as if she, the ugliest girl at the feast, were the only woman in the whole world.

Perhaps that mawkish idea of Dwarves finding their Other Halves was not true, but she was certain of one thing: she still loved the same Dwarf as she did all those years ago. Her heart belonged to Thorin Oakenshield.

And now she was his wife. Her eyes were still set on the glistening links of the mithril chain that joined her hands when she heard the High Priest’s words.

“My King, My Queen.” He bowed with reverence, “It is time for your wedding feast.”

The only thing she could think of at that very moment was how good her hand felt in her lord husband’s reassuring hold.

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The feast that celebrated their nuptials was an event like no other. Mista had never seen any revelries that were full of equal splendour. Countless guests from all seven dwarven realms were entertained by minstrels, musicians, dancers, and other performers. The food was delicious; wine and other liquors flowed endlessly, like the River Running, and everyone was merry. Mista sat on a grand chair placed on the King’s right hand. Now, both of them wore their crowns and royal insignia, and together, as the newlywed ruling couple of the Kingdom Under the Mountain, they accepted countless toasts and congratulations from the well-wishers throughout the evening. Mista tried her best to act with decorum worthy of the queen she had become hours ago, and she even managed to appear unflustered whenever the customary “May Mahal bless your union with countless heirs!” reached her ears.

From time to time she managed to steal a glance at the King’s – her new husband’s – majestic profile, struggling to believe that this day was not a dream. But then she remembered the marriage braid hanging at her temple – and a similar braid in his hair. She truly was the great Thorin Oakenshield’s wife.

It was two bells after midnight when the weariness started to creep up on her.

“Is the feast to your liking, lady Mista?” the King turned to her, clearly noticing her attempt at stifling a yawn.

“Indeed it is! Forgive me, the celebrations took a toll on me, I’m afraid,” she explained, feeling the growing heaviness of her crown on her temples.

“It is perfectly understandable,” Princess Dis, the King’s sister, said. “It has been a long day. Perhaps it is time for you to repose.”

“May I…? Does the protocol allow it?” Mista took a hopeful look around the Great Hall where the feast was as lively as it was at its very beginning.

“May I remind you that now you are the Queen?” the King offered. “You may leave whenever you wish to do so.”

“And my brother will accompany you,” Princess Dis interjected, and then addressed the King. “Tonight you are only allowed to leave together.”

Mista caught a strange look they exchanged, and – after a noticeable pause – King Thorin said, “Very well.”

“Shall we, then?” He rose from his chair and held out his hand to Mista.

Leaving the Great Hall was not as easy a task as Mista expected. They had to endure another round of the official farewells, wedding toasts and felicitations from their numerous guests.

“Have a wonderful night!” Princess Dis exclaimed in a sing-song voice as they were stepping over the threshold.

“Aye, and a long one, too!” Dwalin, the King’s Captain, added, and they both laughed.

Their words sounded innocently enough for Mista at first, but they made the King clear his throat in visible embarrassment.

And then it dawned on Mista. One more thing awaited her.

The wedding night.

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chizu-makes-art · 24 days

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Those damn bees are pretty cute

done as commission, female character named Luanne, in place of Bilbo

#digital art #artists on tumblr #chizups #cartoon #commission #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #thorin x oc #fem!bilbo

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greenandsorrow · 28 days

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MASTERPOST || HELLO MY OLD HEART (ongoing)

Pairing; mainly Thorin Oakenshield x fem!faerie!reader

Warnings; fighting scenes, descriptions of injuries, death & loss, sexual undertones at times, middle earth magic, lots of angst & hurt, mean!reader, toxic!reader, selfish!reader, immortal!reader, reader with female anatomy, a not sugarcoated Thorin, I have read the Silmarillion and you should too

Summary; Thorin & company set out to reclaim the kingdom of Erebor from the claws of the cunning Smaug. On their way out of Hobbiton they come across something peculiar. Faeries in Middle Earth have gone extinct, but you have managed to survive against all odds. Your unique beauty and mischievous but still kind character captures the king's heart. His suspicions towards your magic will soon be replaced with a deep love for the real you. Are you ready to go on an adventure?

Author's note; I love the Hobbit. I have some issues with the movie adaptation but that hasn't stopped me from rewatching it relentlessly. The book is like a blanket of comfort for me and I've been smitten with the fictional character of Thorin for too long🥹 You can ask to be added to this fic's taglist!

THE HOBBIT

An unexpected journey

NOTHING SO FAR😖

The desolation of Smaug

Battle of the five armies

My OC is completely mine.

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quillofspirit · 5 months

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2023 fic recs

If there's one thing to know about me, is that I love to read! and I love to share the good fics, so I figured I would put them all on one list💚

pssst! it's my first time doing anything like this, so if you have recommendations for the format, please do leave them in the comments or drop me a message! thanks xx

Key 🍬 fluff 🧯 spicy 🌡️ smut ⛈️ angst 🌪️ all

For people I have tagged, please let me know if there is anything you’d like me to add or remove — like a link to another account. It’ll be my pleasure☺️

Lord of the Rings (and related)

⛈️🧯Fuck the Forbidden pt. 1 by @entishramblings

Boromir x mermaidfem!oc Teens and Up but read the warnings carefully 9,500 words

Now I want mermaids in everything. why aren’t there mermaids in everything? The descriptions are so well done, everything is so vividly easy to visualize, oh I just loved it.

I am so hyped for pt 2!!

🍬⛈️ Healing Touch by @ass-deep-in-demons

Boromir x fem!oc Teens and Up 4,350 words

My film studies degree was very happy about the descriptions of movement in this one - it’s a little specific but hear me out. It’s much easier to see the actors playing the scene when it’s described this well! THAT ENDING, I have to say I joined Legolas, and I don’t have excuses.

I cannot wait to read the rest of the adventures of Joanna!

🍬 I Might Need to Kiss You by @fizzyxcustard

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader 400 words

I was squealing, this is so sweet. like the perfect little pick me up when you need a reminder, and Thorin is nothing if not a good king to his subjects 😇

🍬 Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls

Haldir x fem!reader Teens and Up 5,360 words

did I almost break my mouse when I clicked on this? noooo

Would I do it again? approximately 5 times since ☺️

Who doesn’t love sneaking around and kissing pretty elves, especially when they propose the idea so nicely… Just read it, you’re welcome

⛈️🧯Transformed by @sotwk

Thranduil’s son OC x fem!reader Teens and Up 2,400 words

There are at least two werewolves! When I tell you I read it three nights in a row, just to truly catch all the little things that made me go absolutely feral this so lovely to read. Yes, there’s gore (only a little bit) and there’s angst, but there’s also dialogue that would be made into gifs were it a movie.

Pirates of the Caribbeans

🌪️Catch the Wind by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

James Norrington x fem!oc Explicit 418,000 words

101 chapters of epic, pirates, and sweetness. The definition of you will suffer and you will like it. I finished this in like two days, because I couldn’t put it down, like a child on Halloween night going through their whole bag of candy.

⛈️🍬 Fallen Through Time by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

Catch the Wind AU Mature Ongoing; 34,000 words

12 Chapters so far, but it’s probably going to make me want to read everything about Theodora again. I am very normal about this character. 😌

Other fandoms

🌡️One of Those days by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x fem!reader Explicit 750 words

Sometimes you need to be taken care of, and sometimes its easier to take care of others.

🍬Patience by @velvetcloxds

Charlie Swan x fem!reader Just straight cuteness 600 words

A cute yet serious conversation with Charlie

🌡️That Takes Trust Darlin by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x transmasc!reader Explicit 1,950 words

It takes a lot of trust to tell a person about your desires, and even more when you spend your time catching villains.

🌪️ What Happens After You? by StrengthBeforeWeakness

Ominis Gaunt x fem!oc Mature 219,000 words

A badass Ravenclaw, sweet sweet Garreth, and dark!Sebastian. I am tempted to say it’s almost a Hogwarts Legacy AU because the lore in this fic is so incredible, it feels new again.

These are my headers and dividers, please do not use them.

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snazzynacho · 8 months

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Snapdragon & Co.

The Hobbit fan fiction/Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!fairy!elf!oc

Masterlist

Chapter One: Last of their kind

Chapter 2

Love had always felt like a distant dream to Nessa.

A fantasy one's imagination makes up to cope with the everlasting loneliness of what it meant to be a ranger. Even more so when she was turned away from the only place she could call home.

Even if she never particularly liked the elves, her being half-elf meant she grew up in the core of Elvish life. Rivendell. Her mother who was dying of a broken heart didn't help either. Especially since she is still knocking on death's door years later. Nessa presumed it would be easier to deal with her mother as if she's already passed than to watch her slowly dying.

It's not like her mother would care anyway. The last she heard of her was that she was doing much better since Nessa left. Seeing her daughter obsess over everything fairy-related must've been the cause for her decline. And Nessa's leaving, despite how horrible it sounds, made her survive.

Being Half-Elf and growing up in Rivendell meant Nessa would have always been fighting to fit into a world that saw her as a joke. A 5'3 half-elf half-fairy whose loud bubbly and, at most, eccentric personality only made her stick out like a sore thumb. I guess she could blame the fairy genes for that...But she never wanted to blame her fairy heritage for anything! The few times she had heard about the Fae from her mother appealed to her greatly. The lost race of the fairies would always hold a place in her heart. She was proud of her origin.

The Fairyland, though practically nonexistent today, sounded like the perfect place for her. If only it wasn't for the major depletion it accumulated in all of time, she would be living the dream by now. Thus her Elvish mother took her to Rivendell when she was a baby.

Also, because her fairy father flew off. (Literally.)

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In a quiet clearing on the outskirts of a woodland, near a village in Bree, Nessa received a letter.

Upon opening, almost unreadable scribbles - assumed to be due to someone's shaky old hands scrambling to write their last words from their death bed - become clear and her theory of someone old writing this letter only made more sense to her as she began to read;

Dear, long lost sister.

My name is Rogue. All I've been told is that we have the same father. Sometime after he left you he became my father also. So, I am writing you this letter in the hopes that you may want to talk. You don't know me and I don't know you and yet we're sisters. Deep down I know you will do anything for me and I'll do the same for you.

This is why I want to ask, Would you like to meet in person? I will be arriving shortly.

We sure have a lot to catch up on. Time is of the essence, my dear sister.

From,

Rogue.

Nessa's eyes were as wide as her pet Owl's when she refused to give her another treat, and her mouth was agape. Nessa's had a long-lost sister this whole time and only finds out now?!

If this sister is who they say they are, they must be old now, as she speculates. Half-human. Half-Fae. Rogue is right, time is not on their side. Death seems to follow Nessa and even still, plagues a half-Fae-half-human.

The sweet hoot of her owl (Pilvi) and the gentle flapping of its wings brought Nessa back to her surroundings. She must pack a bag immediately. Food. Water. Medicine if needed. What state is Rogue in? Are they ill? Is that why they've waited all this time to contact them? Humans don't live long after all. Or had they only just heard about Nessa, as Nessa had about them? Is it too late to meet them? She received this letter weeks ago...

Her pet owl hooted again.

"Aw Pilvi, sorry, were you hooting for me?" Nessa caressed her bird and watched her enjoy it. Pilvi's eyes squinted and her head relaxed as if the loving touch could melt her.

Her precious hoot filled the room once again and Nessa cooed back, softly speaking to her.

Interrupting them, a knock sounded. It was uncommon for Nessa to receive visitors. Not after the fairyland practically died out. This must be some kind of trick, ironically.

Pilvi was flustered. Her wings sprayed in and out continually. After calming her owl down, Nessa grabbed the nearest item that she could find, which could be used as a weapon.

A frying pan.

Nessa slowly opened the door, peering out. An unknown figure stood in the pouring rain. Their fur cloak visibly weighed heavy on their shoulders as it soaked with rain. Along with wet blue locks of hair that peaked from under their hood.

"Oh, my, are you lost?" Nessa asked worriedly. She pondered to herself as to what might have happened to this poor soul out there in the woods in the rain.

"I am Rogue, your sister."

"Oh. You're not old,"

Rogue blinked in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"You're human. Aren't you supposed to be old? Dying on your deathbed?" Nessa waved the frying pan about as she confusingly tangented. "That's why you asked to meet. And your handwriting...very shaky!" She pointed the pan in Rogue's direction who, in return, produced a blank stare.

The frantic waving of the frying pan returned along with another tangent from Nessa and before they knew it they were bickering like sisters do. Amongst the chaos Rogue managed to snatch the frying pan, tired of Nessa waving it too close to their face for their liking.

"GIVE IT BACK!" Nessa shrieked.

This continued for a few moments until Nessa suddenly screamed

"OLD CREEPY MAN!" as she pointed to someone not that far behind Rogue.

Rogue turned around and tried not to show her annoyance at the man. "Speaking of old, that is Gandalf. He's not creepy, he's a wizard."

A long pause comes as all three take long looks at each other.

"OLD CREEPY WIZARD?!?!" Nessa screamed again and in this moment of distraction, she grabbed the frying pan back and held it up as if she was going to do damage.

Rogue yelled out for her and swiftly snatched it again. "I'm half human. HALF. I'm not old."

"Then stop flailing like a child." Gandalf scolded as he walked closer to them, staff in hand.

"She started it!-" Rogue began as Gandalf stopped them again.

"Long-lost sister. Wizard. I think I'm going to faint." Nessa felt her forehead with her hand. The cold rain did nothing to cool her down.

"Let me help with that," Rogue declared as they took a purple glowing flower from their bag and the next thing Nessa saw was darkness.

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Nessa stirred in her sleep, her nose twitched at the smell of

Pipe-weed. She had the weirdest dream. There was a wizard and her long-lost sister!?

She opened her eyes, expecting to be in her bed. Alone. Maybe with Pilvi by her side. And a book. But no. A figure with long blue hair, braided sporadically, leaned over her. Her dream was real. Though, no wizard in sight. Maybe that was the part her dream made up.

Before she could start to question anything and everything, Rogue placed a hand over her mouth and sent her a look, asking for trust. Nessa nodded and the hand was taken off her mouth.

Rogue slowly held out her hands for Nessa to hold. The single touch of their palms caused a glimmering shine to arise across their skin almost as if they were made of glitter. Their glowing veins painted the room in gold.

They studied their skin for what felt like years, unable to look away. "Fae markings," Nessa whispered, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Fae markings," Rogue repeated, pleased that her trick worked.

"You're my sister!"

"Of course I am. Now let's get down to business," They gently let go of Nessa's hands, and the glow dimmed until it was no more.

Rogue took a chair, spinning it around to sit on it backwards,

"Would you like to help a group of Dwarves take back their land?"

"Too right!" Nessa wholeheartedly agreed. She had nothing to lose. With the died-out fairyland and all, she also most certainly understood their wanting to take back land. These sisters finally reunited, the last of their kind would be helping the dwarves reclaim their home, as they wished others would have helped the Fae.

"You didn't make up that wizard, by the way."

"How did you know-"

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A/N:

omg hi I have so much planned for this fic it's insane.

I started this with my bestie and we have made so much lore for the sisters and I literally cannot wait to show you all!

Btw We started a lotr fan fic before this one but we've not added onto it nearly as much as this one although they do have similarities (fairies & angst lol)

So idk when we'll pick that up again (probably after I finish writing this) but for now enjoy this fic <3

Anyway, we hope you enjoyed reading! look out for chapter 2👀

Also I made Nessa and Rogue in sims 4!!!

#the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #thorin fic #thorin and company #Thorin Oakenshield and company #Thorin x Fem!oc #Thorin fan fiction #the hobbit fan fiction #Bilbo Baggins #fili #Kili #Gandalf #tolkien #fan fiction #snapdragon & co. snazzynacho

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sorisooyaa · 2 years

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Angel/Demon - June 18th

Pairing: Modern!Dragon Sickness!Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!OC

Movie: The Hobbit (Dark modern AU)

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea @eunoiaastralwings

In a world where the Arkenstone is the most powerful element known to all. But only with an unyielding mind and consumption of the Dark Hold can one reign with it.

Within the depths of underworld, he craved for it, to have that power and the knowledge that could be bestowed upon him when he will harness it.

But to have such a thing he must win and corrupt the heart of one of the Heaven's angels.

All I saw in her was purity and innocence, not a speck of my darkened soul could be seen in her little being. And there certainly wasn't any bit of her nature in me. Creating an angel for the devil. What a catastrophic mistake to have been made, yet underlyingly perfect, for the devil craved for the innocence and purity of the angel; to engulf that light within her.

And he had succeeded, filling her mind and heart with dangerous desires and knowledge of power, and most importantly with the lust he trapped her under with promises of love.

"I feel like you don't care!" He lowly growled at her, wrapping his calloused fingers around her chin. His claws revealing themselves to mark her skin, possessively.

"But I do! I do, Thorin!" She pleaded, whimpering slightly and he rejoiced at the sound, for he it was a sign of her submission to him.

" Then bring it to me! Bring the Arkenstone and the Dark Hold! Then you will become my Queen of the Underworld as this world perishes for something anew... something worthy of my reign!"

#armitage summer splash #richard armitage #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x oc #modern au #dark au #Modern!Dragon Sickness!Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!OC #dragon sickness #the hobbit au #from shalinizhara's temp acc #soriyaa graphics #shalinizhara graphics

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fromtheboundlesssea · 2 years

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Family of Choice Chapter 28

Thorin’s Dream

#my writing #the hobbit fic #the hobbit oc #the hobbit #briar baggins #female bilbo baggins #bilbo baggins #fili #kili #thorin oakenshield x fem!bilbo #thorin oakenshield x oc #thorin oakenshield #family of choice

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mac-and-cheese21 · 5 months

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Thorin Oakenshield x FEM Reader / OC Fic RECS (will update as I read)

He's so cute :))))

TUMBLR

AO3

Fire & Gold by N0va_Blue

Learning Khuzdul by QuieroEscribir (orphan_account)

Braid Of Gold by Hexidecimal

Khebabmudtu by Labyrinth_Runner

The Shrike of the Lonelands by Aila_Quinn ( series )

Talk Refined by maeples_tree

#thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x reader #the hobbit thorin #thorin x reader #the hobbit x reader #fic recs anyone?

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mistresskayla-blog1 · 24 days

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MASTER LIST

*************News***************

MAY: More content coming. More OCs and organization is coming along.

Thanks for patience all. I'm getting used to this formatting.

Also my A03 links will be up next month. 💋

Also I generally post the new content on Fridays and continuing content on the same day or week it starts.

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Strange & Wonderful Script

(On hold until June because of writing event)

(Richard Armitage x OC - Kayla Crowe)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Queen of the Forest - OC x RA original story

*Teasers release mid June *

Other fics in progress:

Have some Jason Statham content I made awhile back with RA in it. Lol. Circa 2014.

Transporter 4 script

Tom Bateman stuff coming up soon. (His voice is scottish velvet and i cant help myself)

A continuation or derivation of his series called; Beachum House.

Tom Hiddleston (but modern not Loki content, I am a recluse amount of time away from catching up on Marvel universe. If they put Richard in the Marvel universe again I will happily catch up. 😆)

I loved him in John Le Carre's - Night Manager

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CHALLENGES

Lyn's Writing Event 2024

Week 1:

The Faroes Curse - William Farrow x OC Delphine Part 1 Part 2

A Superior Find - Dr Scott White x OC Mika Deerheart

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Considering Chimera - Dr Scott White x OC Jennifer Turner

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Exploring the Barrens - Ray Levine x fem reader

Pockets Full of Gold - Thorin Oakenshield & company in Dale

Heart-Scorched in the Desert - Guy of Gisborne x OC Navaneeth

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Week 2:

Reclaiming Purity - Dr Astrov x OC Cassandra

Part 1 ....

Awkward & Sweet - John Standring x OC Felicity Boies. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

For Ursa's Benefit - Adam Price x OC Callisto

Part 1. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Descension Upon Jupiter - Joe Burkett x OC Sephira

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Spoils of War - Raymond de Merville as Mars x Rhea Silvia depiction. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Week 3:

Minibreak in Kyllini, Greece - RA x Kayla Crowe

Part 1 Part 2 poss Part 3 (3 day weekend)

Norse - skipped for now

A Calculated Risk - John Porter x Raymond de Merville x OC Dina Sayed

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Disembodied Souls - Harry Kennedy x OC

Part 1 Part 2

The Katarite (Storyteller) - Raymond Merville x OC Mizuki Heiki Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Worshipping the Goddess - Claude Becker x OC Kiara. Part 1 Part 2

Pure Surrender - Daniel Miller x Francis Dolarhyde x OC Chasca Flores (Full Fic)

Teaser

Week 4:

Just A Minor Disaster- RA x fem! reader

#richard armitage #fanfiction #romance #masterlist #richard armitage x oc #smut

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Cloaked in Green | Pt.2 || Chp.24: Family Legacy

word count: 1k

warning(s): cursing, self-hatred, mentions of: family legacies (negative and positive.) Death of family members

summary: A third person view into Thorin’s thoughts in his cell in Mirkwood.

a/n: short, I know but this is just a interlude. Don't forget to Like! Comment! Reblog! Please it's truly does help. :)

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!OC

Links: series masterlist, chp.23, reader guide

Legacy.

No matter what you are, who you are, the power of your parents legacy has the ability to shape you. . It's how you let it shape you that matters. Do you let it control you? Or do you perhaps control it instead?

That is what Thorin is trying to figure out. Stuck in the cells of Mirkwood. He is truly starting to wonder if he can achieve what he set out to do.

Take back the mountain, kill the dragon Smaug and live to tell the tale…Live to take back his family legacy.

=//=//=//=

“I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us!” Thorin stops walking. Still facing away from Thranduil, he speaks. His voice gets louder and louder as he goes.

“You lack all honor!" He is now shouting. Thorin spins around and points at Thranduil.

"I’ve seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you turned your back. You turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us! Imrid amrad ursul!” [ Die a death of flames!]

Thranduil puts his face right in front of Thorin’s.“Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin. I have faced the great serpents of the north.”

As Thranduil speaks, his face contorts, revealing his burns and scars from his past encounters. His left eye is milky and blind. He draws away, and his face returns to normal.

“I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he would not listen.” Thranduil turns and walks up the winding steps to his throne.

“You are just like him.” he spat, motioning to the guards, who grabbed Thorin and began hauling him toward the dungeons.

“Stay here if you will, and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf." He plopped down in his chair as Thorin growled at him, smirking as he continued, "I am patient. I can wait.”

Thorin is thrown into a cell beside the other dwarves, and his jailer walks away with a ring of jangling keys.

=//=//=//=

The Good, the bad and the sickness. The minds of his father and grandfather were not healthy ones. Driven mad by the heart and precious gold inside that mountain.

Thorin shuddered, pulling tighter into himself in the corner of the cell. What else was he expecting?

Of course he would fail. He sighed. It's not the first time in his life. He has failed more than one person, including himself in his 154 years. He has failed more than one person in the last 3 days.

=//=//=//=

After the guard walked back up the stairs after locking him in. Thorin listened as Fili spoke loudly through the bars of his"You know Uncle would never approve."

Thorin's eyebrows pinched together, Kili scoff followed his brother's statement quickly, "Uncle doesn't have a place to talk right now."

=//=//=//=

Fi and Ki…Thorin’s head fell back against the wall behind him. Eyes closed in thought. Having children was never on the plan for Thorin. As a spare to the line succession, he never thought much of it. Than came… Azanulbizar and the death of his grandfather, Víli and Ferin.

With his father's disappearance, He had to step up into a position he was unfamiliar with. A position he never saw himself as.

The position of King…and the position of a Father.

Fili and Kili were no more than bairns at the time and Dís was in no shape to raise them alone. Fí was now the heir, with Kí as his spare. There was no other choice but for him to step up and raise them as he thought Ví would want.

He has failed them. He let his head bang once against the wall.

He has failed his sister. Two bangs.

He has failed his brother. Three bangs

He has failed his sister's one. Four bangs.

And worst of all, he failed his one. Five bangs.

All because he couldn’t bear to see her hurt. But by doing so. By saying so. He has hurt her and hurt his sister's sons even worse than if he had said nothing, done nothing.

That was his legacy.

Failure.

Breathing deeply through his nose, Thorin raised his hands to twirl the 2 silver beads, tied back behind his right ear. He smiled slightly at the memory of craving them.

The lion and the wolf.

He had craved them the day each of the princes took their titles in the Blue Mountains. And from that very moment as they both pledged their services as not just royalty but as protectors of the people. Thorin was sure that even if he had children of his own. Fili and Kili would always remain as his first and second heirs. For he couldn’t see them being any different than his own. Though he definitely did not tell them that. Or even showed them the clasps on his braids.

Now especially, he was so ashamed to be near them. What happened at Beorn's house, was not him. It didn't feel like it was him. What kind of example did that leave Fi and Ki? What legacy did that leave them.

What happened with Aranea was not something that he thought was possible for him. It was so uncharacteristically him, could he have gotten so blindsided by his love-…or was it love?

It had to be?

Aranea was his one, he knew that. It couldn't be more obvious. His heart swoons at the mere sound of her name.

So if she is his one. Which he knows. And in his heart is what he feels as love. Then what the hell happened that evening at the shapeshifter's house…

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