#thorn oakenshield x reader

[faeriichaii]

Hello I have a request for thorin!!

Can you please write a Thorin x afab!human reader, in which her family line worked for the line of Durin for many many years, and during the meeting at bilbo’s, Gandalf brings her along with him and Thorin recognizes her immediately because of her similarities to her family & he gets a little emotional and happy? :) Or anything of that sort! thank you in advance <3

A Part from Home ~ Thorin x afab!Human!Reader

A/N: Omg I'm so happy to get a request for Thorin haha! Ngl I struggled a bit because I didn't really know in what kind of direction I was going with this but I still think it turned out quiet nice and wholesome (I also let my best friend read through it and she said she blushed and smiled so Ig it’s approved) :) If you want a pt. 2 I can always do that :) But I still hope you like it and enjoy reading it <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Softness, wholesomeness ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 933 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Summary: Tagging along for an adventure with Gandalf, you didn't expect to run into people that remind you of your lost home.

The night was dark as you walked alongside Gandalf on a small path through a town called Hobbiton. A soft cold breeze accompanied you on your travels. The soft chirping sound of grasshoppers paired well with the gentle glow of the fireflies, giving the small village a comfortable and cozy atmosphere. “Gandalf, is there a reason why you chose to take me with you on this adventure?” You asked him, shifting your heavy bag on your shoulder. Inhaling the smoke from his pipe he looks down at you. “Well, of course there is a reason to that.” He blows out the smoke, forming rings on the way up into the dark sky.

“Care to explain them to me?” At your inquiry, the wizard just let out a chuckle and shook his head, indicating you that he will keep it a secret for now. “You will find your answers during your journey (Y/N).” With that, the wizard knocked on a little green wooden door, which was connected to a hole in the ground. “Why do you have to keep it a secret from me?” You continue to interrogate him. However, Gandalf’s attention was fully focused on the hobbit that just opened the door. “Bilbo Baggins, it is nice to see you again.” Walking through the door the both of you enter into the small but pleasant home. Boisterous laughter and cheers could be heard from the table further down.

“Why on earth are dwarves swarming my home Gandalf?” The hobbit seizes, while slowly turning towards you. “Oh- Hello, my name is (Y/N). It is nice to make your acquaintance” You quickly introduce yourself, smiling at the man whose house you just entered. “Bilbo Baggins, the pleasure is all mine.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile before gesturing you to set your baggage to the rest of the bags that are already perched by the door. Setting your stuff aside, you follow Gandalf into the room, filled with dwarves that are sitting around a table.

“Gandalf, I didn’t expect you to be the last one to join in on this important meeting.” A dark-haired dwarf mentioned. Two braids on either side of his head framed his bearded face perfectly. “My apologies, I had to make a detour and collect your 15th member for the company.” Thorins gaze drifted towards you, making you shuffle on the spot a little. Most of the dwarves stopped talking and focused their attention towards you and Gandalf, as well as Bilbo, who stood beside you. The dwarven kings’ eyes locked onto your own as something unrecognizable flickered in his gaze. “Gandalf, you invited a human into the company?” One dwarf muttered, making you raise your eyebrow in annoyance. “I might be a human, however, my family has served for the line of Durin for generations. I know exactly how to handle my weapons and I am more than capable to protect myself and I am pretty sure that I could even take you down in a fight.” You snap back, shutting him up immediately. A chuckle escapes Thorin, as he made some space for Gandalf and you to join around on the table to talk about the mission at hand.

After investigating the map and Bilbo refusing to sign the contract, that was handed to him, you all started to clean up the mess that has been created throughout the entire meeting. Thorin walked up to you while you were washing the dishes used earlier. “I knew you seemed familiar the second my eyes landed on you.” He murmurs, taking a towel to dry the wet dishes. “How come?” “Like you said, your family has been loyal to the Durin line for centuries. You share a lot of familiarities with your mother.” You smile softly at the remembrance of the time you spent with her in Erebor. “I remember I used to constantly beg her to take me to work with her.” “Can you remember anything from the time you were there?” He asked you tentatively. “Not much, I was very young back then. I think I always brought little flower crowns I made in the garden for the royal family.” At that statement he chuckled softly. “Yes, I always made sure to wear them, when you were around. Else you would just pout at me, hang on my leg and spend the entire day with me instead of your mother.” A blush dusted your cheeks at that statement. “Hmm seems very made up to me. I really don’t remember that ever happening so I think you must be lying.” The two of you laugh, finishing up the rest of your work.

“Care to join me for a walk?” Thorin gently asks, holding out his hand to take for you. Placing your own in his, a welcoming warmth spreads through your body. As you both step outside into the cold night, you walk towards the stream, flowing through the small town. “I always wondered if your family made it out alive of Erebor.” His gaze was cold at the remembrance of the day the dragon decided to use the kingdom as it’s new home. “I barely remember that day, I just know that we somehow got away.” Looking at the reflection of the stars in the water you thought about your family, that moved to Esgaroth after the attack of the beast.

“I am glad to have you here. It feels like I have a piece of my home with me.” He smiles softly at you. Returning his with a smile of your own you squeeze his hand, that was still holding yours. “We will get back our home. We will fight for what is rightfully ours.” You reassure him, looking into his bright blue eyes that glimmer with hope. You will get your home back. Even if it is the last thing you will do.

[labyrinth-runner]

A Shire Yuletide

Summary: Reader accompanied the dwarves on the quest to retake their home and now its their first Yuletide after being home and they invited Thorin and his family for the holiday. Non-canon compliant in the sense that none of them died in BotFA. Happy Holidays folks

Pairing: Thorin x Gender Neutral reader.

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It had been a long shot when you asked Gandalf to help you send Thorin your letter, and yet he'd came and the rest of his family were coming, too. Thorin had been the first to arrive, much to your delight, and the two of you had caught up on your friendship, picking up where you'd left off. The truth was that you missed Thorin, much more than a mere friend, but you couldn't tell him that. He didn't see you like that. No, you were just friends, trauma bonded over a fight for their mountain kingdom that'd left many of them wounded. He was missing this morning, a short note saying he was going to take a walk was resting on your nightstand along with a hot cup of cinnamon spice tea. He'd remembered. You had a laundry list of things to do to set up for the holiday festivities since you had both dwarves and hobbits to house and feed, so you quickly washed up and got to it.

You couldn't imagine what was going through his head as he came in to the kitchen. You knew you were a sight, your arms elbow deep in the mixing bowl, flour handprints down the front of your apron and even the side of your pants because honestly, you forgot you were wearing an apron 90 percent of the time. Your hair was in your eyes and falling out of the quick hairstyle you'd tossed it into to keep it out of the dough.

"What's all this?" Thorin asked from where he leaned against the doorway, gesturing to your general being.

"It's Yuletide baking," you said as if it should be obvious. "I have chocolate crinkles in the oven, gingerbread cooling on the rack, molasses dough in the fridge chilling--and no that is not the same thing as gingerbread even though they are VERY similar in ingredients-"

"And what are you currently making?" he asked, peeking over your shoulder into the bowl. His breath was hot on your neck and you shivered. When had he moved over here?

"Th-this is the experimental cookie," you said, your voice wavering from his proximity.

He chuckled, the sound low and deep in his throat. "And what is so experimental about it if you're following a recipe?"

"Well, the experiment isn't the cookie itself, you see, it's whether the family will like it. I've never made them before, and I've already botched it up by putting everything in the mixing bowl because I was tired and not quite paying attention to where it said mix the egg whites separately to form stiff peaks, like a meringue I'd guess, but..." you trailed off, realizing that you were rambling. "I'm sorry, I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

His brows furrowed. "Stop apologizing." He reached out to swipe some flour off your cheek, following through to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The pad of his thumb was rough against your skin and you held your breath as his gaze roamed over your face. "Your hair will never stay back like that."

"I just needed it out of my face," you murmured.

"May I?" he asked.

You tilted your head at him. "May you...?"

"Take care of it for you."

You shrugged. "I'm fine with how it is, but if it bothers you that much, then sure."

He had a small smile that you saw out of the corner of your eye as he moved behind you. You felt a gentle tug before your hair was cascading down around your shoulders. His motions were so incredibly gentle, nothing at all like when your mother used to do your hair as a child. He was silent, focusing on your hair. A shiver went down your spine as his fingers grazed the back of your neck.

"Are you nervous?" you asked, trying to fill the silence. It weighed heavily, and you weren't quite sure why. Silence between you two had been mostly comfortable these days, but this silence was intense.

"About our families meeting? Should I be?"

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "Aunt Tilda is very... let's just say she doesn't always take to other's opinions. Cousin Mathilde will try to steal the cutlery. I'm more worried about how they'll be to your family. It's..." you trailed off, trying to pick up the thread again. "We're not very conventional."

"Perhaps hobbits and dwarves should mix more often. We're not that much different," he said, tying your braid with a ribbon. "There."

Your hand came up to stroke the tail of the braid hanging over your shoulder. "It's better than I could have done."

"Is there anything you need help with?" he asked, suddenly sounding unsure of himself. It was cute. "I may not be good at it, but my hands are yours."

"Can you put the kettle on? I'll finish this up and we can break for tea."

You could see the relief flood through him. "Cinnamon spice?"

"As much as that is my favorite tea, I think we should take the holiday blend out to make sure it's still good for tomorrow's breakfast. What time are your nephews getting here?"

Almost as if on cue, the door to your hobbit hole swung open nearly hitting the wall.

"Uncle Thorin! Your favorite nephew has arrived!" Kili called from the front hall.

"Yes, and thank you for the introduction, brother," Fili said.

Thorin sighed, but you caught the smile tugging at his lips as he went out to greet them. "You two better not be destroying the house. We are guests here."

You bit your lip. You knew he'd have to return to Erebor. That was his home, but still, part of you wondered if maybe, just maybe, he might find his home with you. You weren't fit to be anything resembling a ruler of the dwarves, that much you knew. You'd tried life under the mountain for a week after the battle had subsided and you waited for Thorin to recover. It was cold and not at all cozy. There was very little sunlight in most places, and everything echoed in the cavernous halls. You heard every groan of pain he made from down the hall, and you got little sleep worrying about whether he'd recover. But he had. He was almost completely himself, aside from the slight limp he had, but even that seemed to be getting better. You'd returned home fairly soon after his fever broke. There hadn't been a place for you in his court, and you knew it.

Peeking around the corner, you spied on the three of them hugging each other, a clap on the back and a good natured laugh as they caught up. You wondered if Thorin felt as out of place here in your home as you did in his.

Kill saw you first, coming over and hugging you so hard your feet left the ground. "Madtubirzul! It's been too long."

"Thank you for inviting us," Fili added, presenting you with a bouquet of flowers that looked an awful lot like the flowers from your neighbor's winter garden.

"Please, you are all doing me the favor of taking the attention off of me," you replied, taking the proffered flowers. "They won't stop asking me about my time under the mountain and I just want a relaxing holiday."

You pulled out a vase for the flowers, setting them on the table in the dining room. "You can put your things in the second bedroom on the left. Dwarves on the left, hobbits on the right."

"And where's Uncle Thorin sleeping?" Kill asked, elbowing his Uncle.

"On the left with the rest of you sorry lot," he said, smacking Kili's hand away.

"Well, I'll let you boys settle in," you murmured, returning to your baking.

The sound of the kettle pulled you out of your baking trance, You wiped your brow with your sleeve. Thorin pulled the kettle off the stove and began to prepare the teapot as you put your last tray of cookies on the cooling rack.

He handed you a cup, expecting you to sit with the rest of them at the table, but instead you walked outside, choosing to sit down in the grass. It was cool, and you needed the break from the heat of the oven. You rested the teacup on your knee as you laid back into the grass and shut your eyes just for a moment.

"Lanselê," Thorin murmured, taking the cup of tea off your knee.

You opened your eyes, realizing with a start that you'd fallen asleep. "Butter and biscuits!" you cursed. "How long was I out for?"

"An hour," he replied.

You dug the heels of your hands into your eyes. "Well now my schedule is all out the window. I won't get anything done in time."

"You have three able-bodied dwarves in your home. Put us to work."

"Thorin, you are my guests, I cannot ask you to do things," you groaned.

"I'm more than just a guest," he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"You're right, you're a King. I really can't ask you to do domestic chores," you replied, standing up and brushing off your pants.

"That's not what I meant."

Your brow furrowed. "Thorin, I don't really have time in my already ruined schedule to argue semantics." You marched back into your kitchen and began to pull out the goose and start to brine it so that you could cook it the next morning.

Kili was the first to pop into the war zone that was the kitchen. "Can I help with anything?"

"Want to peel some potatoes?" you asked, pushing the bucket of potatoes and peeling knife towards him.

He nodded and got to work, his eyes flicking to you every couple of seconds.

"What?" you snapped.

"Your braid," he said.

"Thorin did it for me earlier."

"And the bead on the ribbon?"

"What be-" you looked down to see a small wooden bead that the ribbon had been strung through. It had a wide, ornate, almost X shape carved into it.

Kill laughed from where he sat on a stool peeling. "You have no idea what that means, do you?"

"Should I?" you raised a brow at him.

Kili shrugged. "If I were going to braid your hair I'd at least would have told you the importance of it first. That's what I did with Tauriel."

You narrowed your eyes at him, pulling your arm out of the goose's carcass. You washed your hands, wiping them on your apron to dry them. Thinking better of it, you removed your apron and left it on the kitchen table before stomping off to find a dwarf.

He was in your library, sitting at your desk. Reading YOUR book manuscript.

"Do you normally read other people's things? I don't know how you do things in Erebor, but you aren't under the mountain anymore," you snapped.

His eyes flicked up to you. He held the book up, waving it towards you. "Is this how you see me?"

"What are you talking about?"

He opened the book to the page he was on and began to read, "There were a gaggle of dwarves in my home, but then one arrived unlike any I had ever seen before. He was incredibly handsome, but his eyes were ice."

"Well, you didn't make a very good first impression," you grumbled.

Thorin began to get up.

"Thorin," you pleaded.

With a sigh, he sat back down.

You took a tentative step towards him. "What does this bead mean?"

He blushed and looked out your window. "It's just a bead."

"Kill doesn't seem to think so."

He muttered something under his breath.

"Thorin," you said, sitting on your desk. "Why did you come?"

"Because you invited me." He looked up at you, his eyes tired. You hadn't noticed it since he'd gotten there, or maybe you had but you'd just explained it away with the fact that you just hadn't seen him in a while and people change. "Why did you invite me?"

"Because I missed you," you admitted.

"We wrote all the time, but its not the same, is it?" he said, placing a hand on your knee.

You placed your hand on top of his. "Stay."

"What?" he asked.

"Are you happy as King Under the Mountain?" you asked. "Because... I think that you've seen too much of the world to be content to hide away in a cave again. I think that it's nice to know that you have a home to go back to..." you took a deep breath to choose your next words very carefully. You stroked your thumb along the side of his hand. "But I don't think home has ever been a place for you, has it?"

"It can be a very lonely mountain," he murmured, squeezing your knee.

"So stay," you begged.

"I can't. I have to take care of my people."

"But who will take care of you?" you turned a critical eye on him, taking in everything about his appearance. "You look exhausted. You've lost weight. You didn't reply to me for months. I'm worried about you."

"You don't have to worry about me," he said, a slight edge to his voice.

"But I do!" You grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Listen, you stubborn dwarf, you need to take care of yourself, and sometimes what you think you wanted isn't what you actually want once you get it."

"What could you possibly know about that?"

"Everything!" You stood, exasperated. You were crying tears of frustration at this point. "All I wanted to do was get home and now that I'm home, all I want is to be with you."

Thorin stood and cupped your cheeks in his hands, brushing the tears off them.

"Stop comforting me when I'm cross with you," you sniffed.

He rested his forehead against yours. "Dwarves braid the hair of their consort."

You rested your hands on his chest. "By hobbit standards, we've been courting since you all asked me to go on the longest walk of my life."

Leaning forward, you kissed him. It was soft at first, as if he was afraid that you'd pull back and regret it. When you didn't, he slanted his mouth against yours and sunk his fingers into the base of the braid at your neck, wrapping his arm around your back and pulling you flush against him. He had lost weight, but he was still so strong under your hands. You kissed him back, running your tongue over his bottom lip. He grunted against your mouth.

Incessant knocks sounded at the front door and you reluctantly pulled back, a slight grimace on your face. "That would be the hobbits."

"Well, I guess I should meet my future family," Thorin said with a grin.

"I never said yes," you replied.

He deflated a bit.

"But you also never asked," you said pointedly. You paused in the doorway. "Tomorrow, after dinner, let's go for a walk."

Thorin smiled. "A walk would be great."

[writethrough]

Writing the longest fic I've ever done and it's for a new character! Check the post below if you wanna know about any of my WIP!

[sugairsstuff]

if anyone wants to request any prompts or little scenarios they want to see come to life, let me know! i have anonymous on🫶

i’d also like to make a note to please be considerate in how long it might take to get to your request! i’m a pretty quick worker and there’s nothing more i’d love to do than write, but i also have a lot of educational related work that takes up a lot of my time.

happy requesting! <3

here are some fandoms i’ll write for:

💫lord of the rings/the hobbit

💫acotar

💫the hunger games

💫throne of glass

💫the cruel prince

💫baldur’s gate 3

💫harry potter

💫a curse so dark and lonely series

(credit to @cafekitsune for dividers)

[letaliabane]

Hate (Care For Series)

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

Genre: Arguing, Angst (lots in this one so fair warning), Fluff (eventually)

Inspired by prompts from imaginexhobbit + “I hate you!” + “Why do you hate me?!”

A/N: Thorin and Y/N’s relationship is getting nowhere, and with the road to Erebor seeming to be endless, will Rivendell be able to act as a tonic for the two hot heads? Or will Y/N decide that her place is no longer needed in the company?

PREVIOUS (Mistook)

I cried out as I threw all my weight behind my sword towards an incoming warg who was sent skidding across the plaines along with its orc master. I couldn’t help but smirk as I continued behind the other dwarves. Well that really wasn’t how I was a couple of minutes before.

I allowed my eyes to flutter close as I rested within the confides of a large oak tree, beneath its towering branches that sheltered the morning light from my eyes, the trickling of water a lullaby upon my senses as the stream continued to flow. As a young child I had always found comfort within the branches and roots of trees that towered over me, knowing that I would be guarded, but the idea of being in nature always made me feel safe—

My eyes snapped open once more at the sound of twigs snapping beneath a large amount of weight, sitting up and calling out instantly, ‘Guys? You there?’

Silence.

‘Guys come on, where are you? I’m not in the mood for jokes at the moment.’

Nothing. 

CRUNCH-SNAP!

I laid my head against the forest floor as yet enough twig snapped, this time much closer. The footsteps that echoed through the earth did not belong to one of a dwarf. The nagging in the back of my head got louder as I slowly and finally, I pulled out my sword, trying to avoid scraping the delicate metal against the sheath.

Once more silence fell, my heart beat pounding against my ears. My scream caught in my throat when the warg stuck its head around the corner of the large oak tree, snarling ferociously, saliva and blood dripping from its jagged teeth.

But that didn’t stop me from using the hilt of my sword as a hammer against its forehead, allowing it to let out a caterwauling shriek, shrinking away from me with a whine. 

I took this opportunity to jump out of the confines of my hiding spot, dodging as it lunged towards me, only to drive my sword deep into its neck, its howl reverberating throughout the depths of the forest. As I twisted the weapon further into it’s windpipe, the warg’s body went limp, and it moved no more. 

I fell to the floor with a gasp as I pulled the bloodied sword out, trying to balance my breathing as best as possible. The adrenaline was coursing through my body fast, my hands shaking uncontrollably, slick with the blood from the dead creature. 

I couldn’t even register the calling of my name until Gandalf’s face swam into my vision, his eyes wide in horror and shock as he took in the scene before him. 

I felt him grasp my hand tightly in both of his as he abandoned his staff that cluttered the forest floor, clearly ignoring the fact I had blood all over my palms. I looked up at the calling of my voice by the hobbit, only to see all the dwarves beside him, their own weapons drawn by their sides … and Thorin. He stood there, his eyes glimmering with what looked like a mix between hesitancy and distress, but not at the warg, but at me. And yet I couldn’t help but ignore him.

Another voice caught my attention, causing me to look up and see a familiar wizard, his eyes squinting as he wore a weary expression, the side of his face covered in bird poo, making him all the more familiar. ‘Radagast, it has been far too long.’ 

‘Too long indeed little one! Are you quite all right?’ I nodded at this, unable to articulate anymore words without gasping for air. Bilbo and Fili was at my side in an instant, helping me to my feet shakily, allowing to lean on them. ‘What happened? Why are there wargs on our tail?’

‘We’ve been tracked my dear, by a warg pack no doubt!’ Gandalf cried as he looked around. ‘Indeed, meaning that an orc pack is not too far behind,’ I spoke as I picked up my sword, sheathing it with a grunt, ‘We are being hunted Gandalf  and we won’t be able to outrun them. Especially with the amount we carry.What about our ponies can’t we use them?’

I turned to the rest of the company as Ori exclaimed, ‘We can’t! We have no ponies; they bolted during the fight at dawn!’ I inwardly groaned, rubbing my forehead as I muttered under my breath, only to look up as the brown wizard cried, ‘I’ll draw them off.’

I shook my head as I made my way over to his side. ‘Don’t be foolish Radagast!’ 

‘She’s right! These are Gundabad Wargs; they will outrun you!’ Gandalf proclaimed as came to my side, the much shorter wizard puffing out his chest with a smirk, speaking pointedly, ‘These are Rhosgobel Rabbits! I’d like to see them try. ’ 

We had been forced to flee the comforts of the forest. And thats how we ended up here in the middle of an open field, fighting off a pack of deadly wargs. They surrounded us from all sides, the wargs growling at us like prey while the orcs jeered and tipped their chins to the sky, speaking foreignly in a tongue that was just as foul as their voices. 

In horror, I watched as Ori, bravery and yet foolishly, shoot a large rock at the Orc pack leader with his slingshot, to no effect, only causing it to force its warg to reel onto its hind legs, sending the poor dwarf to its knees in a cold, fearful sweat. In an instant, I stood before the hideous creature, holding my sword up, about to strike when I heard a familiar cry. 

‘This way, you fools!’ 

I turned to see Gandalf appear from between a crack in the rock, desperately waving towards the rest of us. As the Wargs began their approach, the dwarves and Bilbo began to slide into the large crack in the rock, disappearing from sight.

As I ran to join them, Dori lost his footing, tripping through the brush and tweeds, forcing me to skid to a halt, turn and grab him by his tunic and pull him to his feet, pushing him in front of me as we dived head first into the cave, coming to a halt at the feet of the other dwarves. Suddenly, a familiar Elvish horn sounded, making me look towards the light with a small hope smile, and then it all suddenly fell silent. 

With that, Gandalf took the lead through the close quartered caves, even forcing some of the dwarfs to sidle through them, particularly and especially Bombur. Finally the clearing of the caves came into view, and I couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of the quaint little town below in the valley. 

‘The Valley of Imraldis, or in common tongue, known as Rivendell,  the last Homely House east of the sea.’ I couldn’t help but smile at Gandalf’s words, the hobbit taking an instant notice with a kind smile of his own, ‘You’ve been here before?’

‘Oh yes Bilbo … I’ve come home.’ We turned at the scruffle between the dwarves, looking distastefully at the beautiful town, Thorin particularly as he argued with the wizard, ‘You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? You old fool they will try to stop us!’  

Gandalf only huffed at this, ‘Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking and charming to me … and our dear Y/N.’

At this I turned to him in horror, the same expression mirrored upon Thorin’s face as he just chuckled, turning me away from the others and leading me down the sloped path. ‘Are you nuts Gandalf? Aren’t you usually the one that does the talking without my help?’ 

‘Yes, but I am doing this only for you my dear. Just trust me,’ He said with his usual mischievous grin as i just let out a sigh and smile in return, ‘Haven’t I always?’ 

Once me made it down into the valley and crossed the bridge into Imraldis, taking in the pleasant calmness and peace that the village brought to one’s heart. ‘Little one?!’ 

I turned at the calling of my familiar nickname, unable to hold back my smile at the sight of my dear old friend who made his way down the flight of stairs. He instantly pulled me into a hug, laughing against my ear with delight, Gandalf smiling at the sight while the others murmured amongst themselves in distrust. 

I pulled away to look up at Lindir who took in my appearance with a smile and shook his head, ‘My how you’ve grown my dear. Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen.’ (We heard you had crossed into the Valley)

‘We must speak with Lord Elrond.’ The dwarves choked at the sound of the elvish tongue rolling of my lips as easily as water, Thorin turning with a keen eye at the sight of me conversing with the elf. ‘My Elrond is not here.’ 

My eyes widened in shock at this, ‘Not here? Where is he?’ 

Suddenly, the familiar horns rang out once again, turning in shock as the dwarves closed ranks at the sight of the armed incoming horsemen, only to reveal Lord Elrond himself among their midst, and once again I could not hold back my smile. 

‘Gandalf, Farannem ‘lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui.’ (We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass). 

Elrond’s eyes averted to me, widening in shock, ‘My dear, silmë.’ He dismounted his horse, not even allowing me to greet him properly in the traditional elvish customs before taking me up into his arms like a child, he too laughing in shock, ‘It has been too long. Your all grown up now!’ 

‘My lord Elrond I am not that old!’ I say as I pull away, but he just waved that away, ‘Has the wizard been keeping you busy my dear? We haven’t seen you in these parts for quite some time.’ 

‘Too busy, he keeps me over the books for months, and when I finally look up a year has gone by.’ The two men chuckled at this before a cough was heard, all of us turning our attention back to the dwarves who stood there, still with their weapons raised. I couldn’t help but shake my head, watching as the two races conversed, Lord Elrond extending his invitation to take refuge within his small town. But in my eyes, it was a piece of paradise. I was really home..’ 

I turned to Lindir who gave me a small smile, leading me towards the villas as he said, ‘Come let us get you changed into something better than these dusty travel clothes. And then you must tell me all that you’ve been up to.’

I stare at myself in awe, never remembering a moment like this when I actually looked decent for once, but it was as if a new confidence had grown within me at the sight of my “new” self. The shimmering dress flowed right to the floor with a small trail, the jewels and flowers that were delicately placed in my hair almost sparkling in the candlelight. I smiled slowly, turning to the elven ladies before bowing to them, ‘Thank you.’

They all smiled, some giggling at my appearance in content before Verrona, the head elf maid who I was very well aquainted with, helped me down from the small podium, lifting my trail as the ladies led me towards the courtyards where the banquet would be served. I am announced quickly by one of the elf guards, who smiled slightly as he proclaimed, ‘Y/N has arrived.’

The elf maidens move out of the way slowly, the company all on their feet at the sight of me, their eyes wide, some of their mouths agape while others simply smiled.

‘Wow!’ I hear Ori murmer in awe as his eyes widen in shock with a smile, making me giggle. ‘My, Y/N, you look absolutely divine,’ Balin says as with a large smile. Kili nods at me, getting knocked in the stomach by Fili as he stares on.

‘Indeed, Y/N, you are indeed a precious sight for these old, sore eyes! A true vision!’ Gandalf say with a laugh as I just shake my head, smiling brightly, ‘Gandalf your comments are indeed too kind.’

My eyes couldn’t help but hover over the company and avert slowly towards Thorin who eyes were glued to me, looking up and down at my figure, my heart leaping as I almost see the tug of his lips that curve into a small smile.

Fili came to my side instantly, beating Kili aside who groaned in annoyance, lending an arm to me with a smile and a bow, before helping me up the stairs towards an empty seat beside him and, who I least wanted to be next to in all honesty, Thorin. But I was comforted by the thought of his back towards me the entire meal, even though I did feel a small ache now and again when he excluded me from many of the coversations.

I left the dinner table in a hurry, a stride in my step to get away from the cheery cries of the dwarves. Even though their merry song was more uplifting than the lullaby tunes of the elves, their table manners were shocking, and I couldn’t stand another minute of it. 

Thorin too had left the table before things had gotten out of hand, where I did not know, or care for that matter.

With a sigh, I made my way through the corridors and walkways of the heaven-like village, exploring to my heart’s content, bowing my head to any of the other elves who passed or smiled at me. As night fell I felt in need to retire after such an eventful few days, especially after the quarrel with the dwarfish leader. I knew that I hadn’t heard the last of that. 

But my eyes soon became tempered on the sight of Lord Elrond and Gandalf making their way through the gazebo towards what I knew was the White Council’s dome, knowing that something of importance was going to take place there. And I could tell instantly by the way they were arguing. 

‘Of course I was going to tell you, I was waiting for this very chance. And really, I think you can trust that I know what I am doing-’ 

‘Do you?!’ Elrond asked incredulously as he turned on Gandalf, ‘It is a dangerous move, Gandalf! Even if you succeed and gain defences back in the east, there is still an element of danger!’ 

I knew it was wrong to listen in on such a conversation, turning to leave, only to gasp as I faced Thorin who was unfazed by my reaction, his eyes to still glued to Lord Elrond and Gandalf as the elf lord went on.

‘Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs deep in that family! His grandfather lost his mind, his father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?’ The wise men’s voices faded as they disappeared from sight, silence falling over the pavilion. I turned to look at Thorin who’s expression was unreadable. 

‘Is there something you wanted?’He looked up towards me as I questioned him gently. There was no other reason why he should be up here otherwise as I had gained my own quarters away from the rest of the dwarves. 

I saw a hope in his eyes, desperation almost. It glinted and shone just a strongly as the moonlight that bathed us in its pleasant warmth. 

Then it was gone. ‘No, not from a human like you anyway.’ And with that he was gone.

After some well earned rest, and with the help of some of the elf maidens, I joined the dwarves downstairs for breakfast. And this time, they seemed to be a bit more relaxed. Maybe the sleep did them some good too. But there was no sign of Thorin. 

When Kili suggested to do some sparring, many of the dwarves cheered in agreement, while some, like Bilbo, Balin, Oin and Dori retired to the library to hide their noses within the pages of some old, familiar comforts. I decided to join in on the sparring. It had been a while since I had some companions to practice alongside. 

I showed the dwarves the open courtyard, and with the help of the elf guards, set up a small training area, even hanging targets up for Kili to practice his archery. I decided on two daggers, changing up the feel for it and Ori being kind enough to look after my own sword, and most importantly, against Dwalin. 

I blocked his attacks, fast on my feet when dodging but too slow as I was sent to the floor in a heap, winded by the punch of his fist into my gut. He leant over me in concern but I waved him off, taking his hand and allowing him to pull me up as I caught my breath. He just gave me a smile, patting me on the back-More like slapping as he gave advice, ‘You were hesitant in your attacks. You must be swift and must have confidence when attacking.’ 

‘I try. In some moments I do, like with the warg, but others I just can’t-I don’t know why!’ I say as I pick up my daggers from the floor, flicking them back and forth in habit. Dwalin just shook his head with a chuckle, ‘Your young my dear, you have many years ahead of you to build your confidence upon the battlefield! I can see it already how you have immense skills with your sword. One day you will strike with not an ounce of hesita-’ 

‘No she won’t.’ We turned at this to see Thorin at the bottom of the flight of stairs, Orchrist in his hand, staring directly at me. I turned to him at this, my skin becomes flushed at his words, my relaxed hands turning into fists, ‘And what exactly are you trying to say, Thorin?!’ 

‘Oh nothing! Nothing at all!’ He said with an air of arrogance, the other dwarves turning at this, even some of the guards, even with averted eyes, were keen on hearing what the dwarf had to say. ‘Thorin if you have something to say I suggest that you say it. Now.’ 

He turned with a smirk, almost making me sick to my stomach, ‘You know I’ve said it from the beginning, you can’t fight to even save yourself! How easily you fell to Dwalin just then. You mix with our race and the elves, and humans and wizards but I see you for what you really are. Your pathetic, weak-’

‘Thorin-’ Dwalin stepped forward, a dangerous baritone in his voice, forcing me to hold out an arm to stop him. I wanted to hear what he had to say. ‘And I wonder who could be known to have survived while being under her protection. I know of no one, and know that anyone under your protection, is well and truly doomed to die.’

At this I was shaking, to the point where my daggers fell from my hands. Once his back was turned, I could’nt stop myself as I grabbed the hilt of my sword, shocking Ori who let out a loud gasp, metal grinding against the sheath with a high shrill shriek. Thorin turned in horror as I raised my sword with a mighty cry, not even giving him enough time to stop me as he raised Orchrist to avoid being beheaded. 

I shook with a fierce fury, my eyes wide and alert, almost frightening Thorin as I pushed my weight against my sword, muttering dangerously under my breath, ‘You know why I came to you that night? Why I followed you?! It was because I understood your pain! I understood-I understand NOW!’ 

I threw my weight behind the sword, nearly sending Thorin to his knees before he continued to avoid my attacks pathetically. I was swift, unstoppable as I slashed my sword against his. 

‘Pain!’ 

Clank

‘Suffering!’ 

Clank

‘Death!’ 

‘I’VE FELT IT ALL!’ I screamed as I finally sent the “king” to his knees, but once against stopping my attack, his sword grinding against mine as I stared into his eyes, seeing only what I could presume as fear. ‘Do you know how scared I am when I take up my sword, when all I want is to protect others and forget the fact that I could die in a matter of seconds?! AFTER ALL that I have been through-I don’t NEED ANY OF THIS!’ 

Finally, I disarmed the dwarf, his sword flying through the air before clattering to the marble floor, skidding along it before coming to a halt before the trees. I breathed heavily as I looked down at the leader of the company, seething angrily, ‘Why do you hate me so?! I don’t need this! This-this quest! All I wanted was to befriend individuals who needed assistance in their quest to find their home! I WANTED TO HELP!’

I was screaming at this point. Tears were running down my cheeks but I took no notice, the pain too unbearable and uncontrollable to care. It seemed like the entire village had gone silent, as if all ears and eyes had turned to that courtyard. 

‘I gave up EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! My safety, my solitude, my peace, to help you! But all I’ve done it welter under the flames of your hatred and arragonce! And you know what? I hate you Thorin Oakenshield! I hate you and I hope you know it! Becausw I’m done being a puppet in your stupid quest! You can STICK IT where the sun doesn’t shine!’ 

I threw my sword to the floor, turning on my heel and running up the stairs, ignoring the calls of Kili and Fili, of Dwalin and Ori, of any of them, running once again, from the pain that was so unbearable.

‘You are disgusting!’ Fili spat angrily as turned to his Uncle, ‘Maybe your the one who’s turning weak!’ He shook his head before storming off, followed by the other dwarves who too threw their leader dark casted glares before disappearing from sight. Thorin stared at the sword that now lay at his knees, breathing heavily as he looked towards the balconies of the pavilion to see Gandalf, shaking his head in shame as he too, disappeared from sight. Once again, Thorin was left all alone.

A/N: This was hard to write and get done properly! I love writing angst and Hope you all liked it! (Evil chuckle) And know that things will eventually get better in the story, I promise! (If you’ve read ahead you would know :P) All the love x

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A Family Reunion

The Hobbit : Fic

Bilbo x Reader

Word Count: 2240

Warnings: angsty AnGSt that hits thE HeART... but also somehow makes you feel warm inside?? HElp? 

Request: “Hey hon! I just found your blog and I love it!!! May I request a Hobbit one Bilbo Baggins (Young) x reader. Maybe where it’s after the Journey, she had a baby, maybe a little boy. Thorin, Fili, and Kili never die. Maybe the company all surprise visits and sees the reader with the new baby and are totally shocked. Sorry if it’s confusing. Thanks!!” @remitheremit​

A/N: Memory has a funny way of altering what was and what could have been - one always being more painful than the other  

(I need to say upfront that I am SO PROUD OF THIS FIC! It is now one of my FAVORITES ❤💖❤)

There is a certain grief that can’t be described with words. There is a tear in the heart that stretches gruesomely with every beat. There is a pain that resounds in empty echoes.

Those who have felt it know what it is like.

The sun came warmly over the hillside, the breeze making its merry way through the fields. The green leaves twirled charmingly from their trees as birds graced their branches. Bubbling brooks sang along the rocks while the roads above grumbled under the weight of wagons.

The Shire was peaceful that summer morning. It was welcoming and full of delight. It was home.

There was a sizzling in the kitchen as the wife hummed over the stovetop, a low song retelling tales of a lonesome mountain. She busied herself with the biscuits and nut cake, flipping an omelet with precision. There was a hash browning full of leeks, spinach, and cheese with a pan adjacent to it homing a variety of sausage, eggs, and onions. It was something any hobbit would be proud of at seven in the morning

The window before her bathed her with flattering light. And a sign lightly swinging near the paved road read: Bag End. It began to wobble when a cart passed beneath, a friendly hobbit carrying a load of potatoes. Children were squealing behind it, chasing the crooked wheels with their small fishing poles.

She smiled. A motherly smile that only enhanced the warmth outside. One that stretched when she heard the cooing behind her.

Turning she found her husband carrying their little one. He held the toddler close, bouncing slightly whilst gazing at his love. She sighed, completely content as she advanced them with open arms.

He kissed her sweetly on the cheek and smiled as she tickled their infant in his arms.

“Good morning,” he muttered, still training his eyes on her beautiful frame, “I think he’s learning the smell of your cooking.” He leaned back to get a better look at his son, “Woke up as soon as the smell of bacon appeared.”

The infant waved his fat little hands towards his mother, earning her attention expertly.

“That is because he has good taste,” she lifted the baby from her husband, leaning him on her hip and wrapping his blanket around more securely, “He’s his father’s son.”

With his arms now free, the grown hobbit went to the stove to toss the ham omelet, “I might try for the creek this afternoon. Perhaps bring something back for dinner.”

She grinned, swaying with one of the infant’s hands around her finger, “And by that you mean you’ll go to fish, catch nothing, and then stop by the market on your way home.”

“The Brandybuck’s do always have the best carp on sale,” he snickered, looking out the window himself.

A faraway look was coming over him, something that was not uncommon. It was the hills and vast landscaping behind the Shire that took him. He would envision them into great mountains, spectacular kingdoms, and entangling forests. Visions from years ago.

“Bilbo?” she muttered, “What is it?”

He hummed an acknowledgment, keeping his gaze focused, “Have you ever noticed how small a hillside is compared to a mountain?”

She gave a breathy laugh, “I’m not sure our little hills know what a mountain even looks like.”

Bilbo smirked, blinking rapidly to clear his head, “No, I suppose not. Their world is sheltered by green fields and simple trees.” He clinked some plates as he began serving the breakfast, still deep in thought, “(Y/N)?”

His wife perked up, swaying over with the baby to hear him ask, “Do you think we’ll see mountains again?”

It was always a hope that they would one day pack up their things for another journey, this time as a married pair. But once their little one became real there was just less urgency to get back to the maps.

And the years became more.

There is a belief that this life is simply one journey. A long road that paves the way to the next great adventure.

To those who have traveled know that many paths lead to more perilous obstructions. Obstacles that take the breath away, befuddle the mind, and paralyze the limbs. Both in beauty and in pain.

They walked down the grass lined trails to their little back garden – a personal project by (Y/N). It paid homage to what once was, delivering a peaceful reminder for those who wish to recall.

The centerpiece was a glorious oak tree.

(Y/N) could hear her husband’s words from so many years ago, “One day it’ll grow. And every time I look at it, I’ll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad… and how lucky I am that I made it home.”

That they made it home.

Their son padded along the planted flowers and sparing sprouts as they sat below the oak tree. Bilbo extracted his pipe and wrapped an arm around (Y/N), drawing her close as she began to read a book.

He puffed smoke rings and she read him some of her favorite passages. Complete bliss as their little boy practiced his walking, discovering hidden snails and smooth cobblestones.

“Alright there, laddie?” a course voice appeared nearby, “I see you’ve still managed to keep ahold of your lass.”

“It can’t be,” Bilbo stumbled off the roots of his tree, standing to behold the vast number of guests surrounding their garden.

(Y/N) couldn’t contain the gasp that escaped her, the book forgotten and falling from her fingers, “Bofur?”

The hat wearing dwarf smiled back, “Evenin’ (Y/N). You’re looking well.”

She practically squealed as she attempted to dodge the plants to get to her friend, one that helped her keep her sanity most days on the journey.

Bilbo was still shocked into a standstill, moving his eyes across the lineup with his mouth agape.

Ori and Nori waved at him, both sprouting even more impressive beards than when he last saw them. Gloin chuckled lowly, clapping his hands together at Oin attempting to listen to the crazed squeals of the hobbit girl through his trumpet. An even frailer Balin was hunched near him, giving him an impressive laugh at his reaction. Dwalin was not far behind, throwing two ironclad fists into the air as the cheers reached a maximum.

(Y/N) danced around Bofur, hugging him for a third time, rounding to shake hands with Bifur and wave at Bombur.

There is a certain grief that can’t be described with words.

Dori gave her a sweet greeting before she practically tripped on her way into Fili and Kili’s arms.

There is a tear in the heart that stretches gruesomely with every beat.

Fili and Kili. Once dwarves that Bilbo had feared would sweep his girl away, but the fair princes showed courage in protecting her as if she was their long-lost sister.

There is a pain that resounds in empty echoes.

And their presence could only mean…

Thorin Oakenshield, the true King under the Mountain. He stood surrounded by his family, peering over at the hobbit that was once a nagging thorn in his side. Now he was a true friend and companion.

A long road that paves the way to the next great adventure.

“Thorin…”

That which takes the breath away, befuddles the mind, and paralyzes the limbs.

“I see you’ve planted your tree,” the king stated, growing into a smirk, “It has grown into something great to behold.”

Bilbo found his legs moving, winding through the garden til he was able to pull the dwarf into a tight embrace, “In all my years… I would never have thought…”

“Who’s this little hobbit?” came Bofur’s voice from the oak tree. He was knelt beside their little boy, twiddling his fingers towards his chubby cheeks.

Thorin gazed around his friend, his smile only growing, “A babe?”

Bilbo felt his veins filling with more excitement that replaced the initial shock, “Yes, yes – our son!”

(Y/N) flew over to her best friend, a childlike speed in her steps and a twinkling laugh gracing her lips, “He’s almost eight months old.” She watched Bofur pick him up, his large frame seemingly bigger now with an infant in his arms.

“He has his mother’s eyes,” he remarked, watching the boy peer up at him curiously, “And his father’s pout.”

There was a round of laughs as the others began to swarm into the garden, taking turns to state their shock at the youngling. Bofur bounced him, making faces as Bifur appeared with a trick up his sleeve – he extracted a wooden toy he had widdled back at Erebor.

It was a small figurine of a dragon.

“Quite terrifying,” Fili stated, earning more laughs from the group, “Come here, little one.”

He took up the toddler into his careful hands, much more cautious than he once was as a young prince. His hair had grown along with his beard, more beads intertwined into his braids. The little Baggins was gazing at him now with the wooden dragon clutched in his hand.

“He doesn’t know what to make of me.”

“That’s because you’re holding him wrong!” came Kili, reaching to take away the boy, “You’re not cut out for infants, brother.”

(Y/N) chuckled, finding Bilbo coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her middle. He grinned from behind her ear, noticing the sniffles that were beginning to fall from her.

“Who knew our talk of mountains this morning would have led us to this?” she muttered, finding tears in her eyes as she watched her friends welcome their child.

Bilbo laughed, holding her close, “I suppose when you speak of mountains, the mountain dwellers come.” They laughed, swaying together in time before he addressed the family now bombarding his son, “He’s going to have to learn what having fourteen uncles is like.”

Kili laughed at the smile the child was giving him, “I think I’ve won the place as favorite.”

“That’s because you took him without giving me a chance to entertain him,” Fili scolded, tickling the toddler from behind.

Thorin came around and spoke serenely, “What is the name?”

Bilbo took a deep breath, squeezing his wife to him as she let a tear fall, “We call him Thoro. Thoro Baggins.”

The concept is often called the butterfly effect. One choice, or one event, could alter the course of the entire future. It could change every bit of what’s to come.

Something could have happened to have made it stop. To have made it the way it was supposed to be. To be a part of the dream.

“He is named after the bravest man we’ve come to know,” (Y/N) muttered, wiping tears away as Bilbo stood straight beside her. “After the famed King under the Mountain.”

Thorin took a moment to gaze at them before nodding his head subtly. It appeared as though he was trying to contain the emotion in his voice as he opened his arms for the boy, “Little one…”

And young Thoro fell into his namesake’s arms, holding his dragon close. He looked into his holder’s eyes, finding a welcoming sight and developing a smile onto his features.

“He will grow strong. He will become as great and mighty as this oak tree you’ve planted,” Thorin continued, holding the boy dear. “And he shall one day walk the halls of Erebor, I will see to it.”

(Y/N) couldn’t contain the emotional laugh she gave; how happy she was at the sight. Thorin stood there with her son, his nephews on either side with pride swelling in their chests.

And Bilbo was there beside her, beaming with more joy than she had seen him express in a long time.

And she blinked.

The lights were dim, the sun no longer shining. The morning breeze nonexistent in the missing trees. It was piercingly silent, harsh and unfeeling as it swept the room.  

The cavern was vast and cold and dark; only candles reflected off the carven stone. And the sorrow was so tangible you could have seen it swarming the spacious hall. It consumed each member of the company that heavily walked around each stone alter.

(Y/N) remained where she stood, above the head of their King. She was blinking her eyes continuously as if, by some sudden miracle, she’ll open them and see him looking back.

Her heart beat painfully, her lungs voided of necessary air. It was too hard to imagine what crisp summer air tasted like.

Thorin laid peacefully, his young nephews on either side of him. Each clad with their best armor and finest weaponry – methods to hide the gruesome ends they each had met.

It was incredible the number of tears falling onto her cheeks, dripping from her nose. Her scratchy, red eyes turned only to find the sullen gaze of the hobbit she’d come to love. He too was staring caverns into Thorin’s alter, as if he was unable to properly look at the dwarf without life in him.

He was consumed with trying to hide the sobs he felt, almost blowing out the candles that surrounded him.

And (Y/N) felt for him. She felt for the other men surrounding her.

And if only… if only something could have happened. Something that could have happened to have made it stop. To have made it the way it was supposed to be.

To be a part of the dream.

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A Rose at Twilight - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader - Soundtrack listing - Imagine your Thorin poster comes to life at night. 

Monster - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader - Imagine Thorin physically transforming into a monster due to his greed for gold and your love is the only thing that can break the curse. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (The Hobbit)

Invited by Fate - blogger x fictional character inserts - Fate has called a ball and all the guests have until midnight to find their true loves. You all have a gold tattoo on your wrists, the name of your soul mate. (Part 1) (Part 2) (HUGE crossover of various fandoms)

Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Series 1) - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader - You find yourself in 1209AD after a science experiment has gone wrong, and you are now making a new life in a small village in France. However, Sir Raymond de Merville has his eye on you and will not take no for an answer. You both embark on a passionate love affair which leads to Raymond's downfall. (Pilgrimage 2017)

Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Series 2) - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader - You are now back in 2017, with Raymond dead and you heavily pregnant. You find out that Raymond’s promise to come back to you passes many centuries. (Pilgrimage 2017)

Diary (Thorin Edition) - Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf!Reader - Imagine Thorin finding your diary and reading it. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (The Hobbit) 

Heir - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine telling Thorin, as he’s dying, that you’re pregnant with his child. (The Hobbit)

Covert Eyes -  requested by LinaSofia - Lucas North x OC - Soundtrack listing - Lucas becomes infatuated with Amy Holland, a local woman whom he begins seeing most mornings in a local coffee shop. He uses his covert surveillance knowledge to his advantage. (Spooks) 

Ultimatum - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader - You and Guy talk about your feelings and act on them. But you know Guy can be a better man away from Nottingham and cannot watch him fall more into a pit of atrocity. Will he choose you or the Sheriff. (Robin Hood) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) COMPLETE

Betrayal - Lucas North x OC/Modern Raymond de Merville x OC - Lucas North is dating Amy Holland. But his cousin, Raymond de Merville, is in love with her after a one night stand only a month into her relationship with Lucas. Raymond now has leverage over Amy. (Spooks and Pilgrimage crossover)

Heaven and Hell  Part 2 - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader - from the imagine “Raymond has lost all hope of ever loving again and has shut down his heart. Until he meets you.” (Pilgrimage) 

Richard Armitage Character Headcanons Series - a selection of 9 characters and in each post, all the characters are analysed in a certain scenario. 

ONE SHOTS

Incubus (Halloween special) - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Based off thorns-maginificant-ass’ idea of ‘Imagine Thorin comes to you as an incubus. (The Hobbit)

Our Pledge - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader. Raymond is being forced to marry a wealthy nobleman’s daughter, but has already pledged himself to you. (Pilgrimage, 2017)

Dead End - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine Thorin finding you and talking you out of taking your own life. (The Hobbit)

Domination - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine the sex with Thorin after you admitted to him you like being dominated. (The Hobbit)

Pest - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine finding a niffler raiding the gold stores of Erebor. (The Hobbit/Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them)

More Than Enough - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. You have been married to Thorin for two years, and slowly you have fallen into depression, feeling unworthy of Thorin’s love and your position as Queen. But when Thorin notices how distant you are, it is apparent that you really are more than enough for him. (The Hobbit)

Caught - Thorin Oakenshield x Reader. Imagine catching Thorin masturbating and whispering your name. (The Hobbit)

Lucidity -  Thorin Oakenshield x fem!Reader. Imagine you and Thorin are married. He suffers from Dragon Sickness and imprisons you, becoming suspicious of you. After gaining lucidity, he wishes to divorce you to save you from more pain. (The Hobbit) 

Etiquette - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader. Imagine Raymond has time travelled to 2018 and you must teach him etiquette and manners. (Pilgrimage, 2017)

I Will Be Beside You -  Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader/Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader. Imagine you think Thorin detests you. In fact, he is madly in love with you and his own personal reasons for keeping away. (The Hobbit)

Roses and Candlelight - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine you tell Thorin about Valentine’s Day and he then uses that to show you his true feelings and intentions. (The Hobbit)

Through Your Eyes - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Thorin is incredibly jealous of Bofur’s advances towards you, even if only light-hearted. He then asks you what you see when you look at him. (The Hobbit)

Misunderstanding - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Thorin notices that you have been more distant recently, spending a lot of time away from him and he notices that you shy away when in the company of a male Dwarf called Hodel. He begins to have suspicions that you are being unfaithful and confronts you. (The Hobbit)

Chickpea - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. You find an abandoned baby raven and take him in to look after. (The Hobbit)

Too Close - Getting Close (part 2) - Finally Close (part 3) - Ray Levine x Fem!Reader (friendship). You are becoming a little close to Ray and want more than what he is willing to give. (Stay Close)

So Close - Ray Levine x Fem!Reader - A follow on from the trilogy of short fics with Ray Levine and Reader. Now in a relationship with Ray, you are both so happy and content with your new life. (Stay Close)

Ask Me In The Morning - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader - you have spent the night with Guy and your father has turned on you out of pure anger, thus revealing a secret of Guy’s past. Earlier parts can be read from my prompt list and are linked in the summary. (BBC Robin Hood)

Touch-Starved - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader - you and Thorin share a brief moment together after he tells you that has never been touched by a woman before. (The Hobbit)

A New Dawn - Francis Dolarhyde x Fem!Reader - You and Francis are on the run after he has murdered your abusive boyfriend. Is his love for you becoming requited? (Hannibal)

My Refuge - Lucas North x OC - Lucas has come home from an operation and it’s starting to overwhelm him. His dreams and the worry of coming back from an operation dead are playing on his mind. Amy comforts Lucas as best she can. (Spooks)

I’ve Loved You Forever  (Part 2) - Modern!John Thornton x Fem!Reader - It’s the Christmas party for Marlborough Mills staff. You bring your boyfriend along, and when he can’t admit that he loves you, John feels his anger come out in full swing as he’s loved you for what seems like forever. (North & South modern AU)

Under Your Spell - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader - From the imagine “You put a spell on Thorin to make him love you. As the spell wears off, you find out he always loved you.” (The Hobbit)

Invisible - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader - From the imagine “You are in love with Guy but he still loves Marian. You can’t take the hurt anymore.” (BBC Robin Hood)

Broken - Lucas North x OC - Amy, Lucas’ colleague, finds him out in the rain, experiencing flashbacks from his time in a Russian prison. She takes him back to her flat for comfort. (Spooks) 

Knife’s Edge  - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader and Darkness x Fem!Reader - Darkness has been visiting you in your dreams, attempting to seduce you. But you are already in love with Thorin. Who will win you over? (The Hobbit and Legend [1985] crossover)

REQUESTS 

Hard To Please - requested by hobbitlover23 - No formal pairing; reader insert. From ‘Imagine trying to find a song Thorin likes from your iTunes library.” (The Hobbit)

What We Both Want - requested by nowiloveandwilllove - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Thorin and you are married; he wants children and you don’t. (The Hobbit)

Mahal’s Miracle - requested by jumpingmanatee - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. You have died in childbirth and Thorin holds your newborn baby in his arms. But Mahal brings you back to life. (The Hobbit) 

More Than A Whisper - requested by multiple readers - Demon!Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Acting as a sequel to a prompt request. Thorin is a demon, having damned his soul to be with you. As he gains more power, he is able to pass into the physical realm, but at what cost? (The Hobbit AU)

Something Borrowed - requested by dabisburntnut - Modern!John Thornton x Fem!Reader. It’s your eldest sister’s wedding and you’ve been invited and ask John to go as your guest. (North and South AU)

Unhappy, Unholy Matrimony - requested by multiple readers - Thorin Oakenshield x FemDwarf!Reader. Imagine you and Thorin are in love with each other but both in unhappy marriages to other people. (The Hobbit)

As You Are - requested by multiple readers - Thorin Oakenshield x PlusSize!Fem!Reader. Thorin notices you not eating as much as usual and questions you about it, only to find that you are ashamed of your weight and appearance. (The Hobbit)

Mine to Own - requested by Asgardianhobbit98 - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader - Sequel to prompt requested by Lathalea - You are to be married to Raymond (an arranged marriage), and Raymond finds you after you flee your village. Can you come to any kind of agreement with your husband-to-be and will you ever find any kind of peace about your marriage? Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 (Pilgrimage)

In the Shadows - requested by I-did-not-mean-to - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Sequel to prompt. Thorin has attacked you during a night terror episode, and now cannot bring himself to be around you through sheer guilt. (The Hobbit)

Inadequate - requested by anon - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. You and Thorin both feel deep insecurity when around each other. Will you finally be able to tell each other how you feel? (The Hobbit)

Twilight Roses - requested by anon - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. A spin off to A Rose at Twilight. Thorin comes to you one night to find you distraught after you have been abused by your boyfriend, Ryan. Thorin takes you away from your pain, where you find peace. (The Hobbit)

Secret Photos - requested by multiple readers - Ray Levine x Fem!Reader. From  the imagine ‘Imagine you find secret photos of you on Ray’s camera’. (Stay Close)

Midnight Bathing Serenade - requested by multiple readers - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. From the imagine ‘Imagine watching Thorin bathe in a river and he catches you.” (The Hobbit)

Sleep, My Little One - requested by sweetestgbye and lemond57 - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. From the imagine, “Imagine watching Thorin as he sings and plays the harp to your baby.” (The Hobbit)

No One But You - requested by sweetestgbye and anon - Ray Levine x Fem!Reader. From the imagine “Imagine inviting Ray to spend Christmas with you as he has no one but you”. (Stay Close) 

Bringing Christmas Home - Requested by sydmarchsstuff - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. From the imagine, “Imagine telling Thorin about Christmas in your home world. He attempts to recreate this for you in Erebor.” (The Hobbit)

Why Now?   (Part 2) - Requested by sweetestgbye and sizzlep - Lucas North x Fem!Reader. From the imagine, “Imagine breaking up with Lucas North at Christmas.” (Spooks)

Drunken Christmas Admissions. Part 2 - requested by sweetestgbye - John Porter x Fem!Reader. From the imagine, “Imagine you are at a Christmas party with John Porter and he’s drunk.” (Strike Back)

Christmas Memories  And Part 2 - requested by whoooooisthis - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader. From imagine, “Imagine telling Guy about your Christmas traditions from the 21st century.” (BBC Robin Hood)

Through New Eyes - requested by Middleearthpixie - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader. It is New Year’s Eve and you are working for the Baron as a serving girl. You kiss Raymond at the New Year celebrations and it sparks something inside him toward you. (Pilgrimage)

Anything Is Possible (Part 2)  (Part 3) (Part 4)  (Part 5) (Part 6)  (Part 7 ) COMPLETED - requested by anon and LinaSofia - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader. From the imagine, “Imagine you and Guy are in love but you are to be married to another man and everything seems to be keeping you apart.” (BBC Robin Hood) And now the sequel “What Is Possible”

One More White Hair - requested by lemond57 and two anons - From the imagine, "Imagine that Thorin is in love with you but won't let on as he believes he's an old man and is no good for you'. (The Hobbit)

True Courage - requested by sweetestgbye - from the imagine "Thorin takes a stand for you when a lecherous man won't take no for an answer and keeps bothering you." (The Hobbit)

The Unexpected - requested by the fragile heart of a lady and a dear anon - from the imagine “Imagine Lucas North is undercover at your work, investigating your bosses, and falls in love with you.” (Spooks)

One Night - requested by lathalea and timeframe (post BOTFA) by sotwk - from the imagine ‘Imagine you spend the night with Thorin, and then out of insecurity, you leave him.” (The Hobbit)

Those Hands - requested by multiple readers - from the imagine “Imagine Thorin is in love with you and compares himself to other men, thinking he’s disgusting.” (The Hobbit)

Why Did I Trust You - requested by huggledy puggledy is not a pig - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader - from the prompt “They told me not to trust you but I didn’t listen.” (BBC Robin Hood)

Just My Imagination - requested by anon - Lucas North x OFC (Amy Holland) “Imagine that you are undercover with Lucas and he plays the part a little too well.” (Spooks)

CHALLENGES

Fingering by Thorin - challenged by Alae-Megallen

Tattered Box with Legolas - challenged by Alae-Megallen

End of a relationship with Bilbo - challenged by Alae-Megallen

Khal Drogo and Sternum - challenged by Alae-Megallen

Lyn’s Writing Event - challenged by dabisburntnut and hosted all through May 2020

Lathalea and Fizzyxcustard’s Armitage Summer Splash challenge - hosted through June 2022. 

GOT VAMPIRE?! (Characters as vampires)

The Dream Walker - Dr. Scott White x Fem!Reader (Sleepwalker)

SEAQUEST DSV/2032 FICS: 

The Right Thing - seaQuest 2032 fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader (One shot)

Fear and Loathing - seaQuest 2032 fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader (sequel to The Right Thing. Chaptered fic) 

Not So Nice - seaQuest DSV fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader(-ish) 

Avoidance - seaQuest 2032 fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader 

Sweet Dreams - seaQuest 2032 fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader

DOCTOR WHO FICS: 

Never - Eleventh Doctor x OC (part 1 of the Cup of Tea and Jammie Dodgers series)

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REQUESTED PROMPTS  

HEADCANON REQUESTS

MOODBOARDS

IMAGINES

DRABBLES MASTERLIST 

TO-DO LIST/UPCOMING WORKS

WORKS FROM MY OLD BLOG (FIZZY-CUSTARD)

[faeriichaii]

Masterlist

A/N: This is my Masterlist filled with the stories I have written so far 💕 I will add other fandoms to my list soon but feel welcome to request anyone from lotr or hobbit🤭 I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them!! Also REQUESTS ARE OPEN <33

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ☂ Smut: ☆

The Fellowship:

How they realise their feelings: ♡

Legolas:

Softest Touch: ♡ Summary: After looking at the etheral elven prince, you have the urge to weave your fingers through his silken hair, leading to more than just simple hair braiding.

Music to my ears: ♡ Summary: A trip to the tavern results in you not just winning new fans over with your music, but also winning the heart of a certain elven prince.

Immunity: ♡ Summary: Being sick is not fun, especially when you see Legolas' panicked gaze at your condition, which seems to get worse as the days pass by.

Words like Poison: ☂♡ Summary: Your beloved prince is stressed and busy with his duties. So, when you approach him to try and lighten the mood, he lets his frustration out on you.

Braiding Together: ♡ Summary: You have always received compliments for your cute braids, so you decided to offer the hobbits to braid their hair. However, Legolas really doesn't understand, why you would do that.

Lily: ☂♡ Summary: Being a princess with a gruesome father as a king makes you only wish to run away. So you do and run directly into the arms of an ethereal prince

Blessing: ♡ Summary: The journey of the fellowship ended a long time ago and suddenly you receive the invitation of the prince to join him in Mirkwood, meeting his father. But how will Thranduil react to seeing his sons best friend being a dwarf and his betrothed being an Avari?

Sensitive: ♡☆ Summary: You knew that Legolas could endure quite a lot, but what you did not expect is his reaction to touching his pointy ears

Little Quirks: ♡ Summary: The elven prince for some reason couldn't stop staring at you, which in return made you confused and very curious, as to why his eyes were constantly following you around.

Stormy Patrol: ♡ Summary: Tauriel and you were out on patrol without Legolas. But a storm takes you by surprise, resulting in you getting lost in the dark forest.

Thorin:

A Part From Home: ♡ Summary: Tagging along for an adventure with Gandalf, you didn't expect to run into people that remind you of your lost home.

Part of Your World: ♡ Summary: Little mermaid you finds various little trinkets and things in the waters around Erebor and you can't wait to share them with your s/o.

There's just Inches in between us: ☆♡ Summary: You were the princess of another kingdom, meant to marry none other than the dwarven King Thorin from the lonely mountain. You rarely get the chance to talk to him and decide to visit him the night before the wedding, asking him to give you some attention.

Symphony of Your Life: ♡ Summary: Thorin went to visit his old friend Bilbo in the Shire once more, without expecting to be enchanted by a melodic voice that fills not just his ears but also his heart.

Kili:

Hija de la Luna Series (warnings: none so far): Prologue; Chapter I

Part of Your World: ♡ Summary: Little mermaid you finds various little trinkets and things in the waters around Erebor and you can't wait to share them with your s/o.

My Treasure: ♡ Summary: You have been travelling the sea for years on your wonderful ship with your crew, so you are a bit curious, when you find a bunch of dwarves hiding away in fish barrels.

Feathers: ♡ Summary: Joining the company on their quest, you knew to expect possible danger on the way. What you did not expect are the feelings between you and the prince.

My Sweet Valentine: ♡ Summary: You spent your morning hours with the wonderful dwarf prince Kili

Fili:

Part of Your World: ♡ Summary: Little mermaid you finds various little trinkets and things in the waters around Erebor and you can't wait to share them with your s/o.

Thranduil:

Bookworm: ☆ Summary: Legolas let the secret of a restricted area in the library slip, which makes you of course very curious. So after deciding to enter the forbidden part, you get caught by none other than the elven king himself.

[fictionismyoxygen-blog]

hello, everyone!

if you've read my embarrassingly awkward introduction post, you will have come to gather that i am a struggling fangirl with a desperate need for fanfiction. and, well, seeing as i've read most of it, i've decided to make the brave idiotic jump from fanfic reader to fanfic writer. god help us all.

in leu of that decision, i thought it would be useful for my nonexistent followers to have a list of the fandoms and characters that i write for, plus a list of guidelines for requests.

here we go!

fandoms and characters

the avengers universe : tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, ,, clint barton, loki, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, peter parker, vision, t'challa udaku, erik killmonger, bucky barnes, carol danvers, maria hill, shuri udaku, peter quill, gamora, nebula, drax, mantis, steven strange, scott lang, hope van dyne, valkyrie (brunnhilde), peggy carter (1940's).

the x - men universe : wolverine, professor x, beast, storm, jean gray, cyclops, quicksilver, mystique, magneto

shadowhunters : clary fairchild, jace wayland, alec lightwood, isabelle lightwood, magnus bane, simon lewis, raphael santiago

the 100 : clarke griffin, bellamy blake, octavia blake, john murphy,

divergent : tris, four, peter, christine, eric

the hunger games : katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, gale hawthorn, finnick odair, johanna mason

teen wolf : scott mccall, stiles stilinksi, liam dunbar, allison argent, lydia martin, malia tate, derek hale, brett talbot, kira yukimura, theo raeken

pretty little liars : aria montgomery, hanna martin, spencer hastings, emily fields, alison dilaurentis, jason dilaurentis, mike montgomery, noel kahn

titans (netflix, 2019) : dick grayson, starfire, beast boy, jason todd

riverdale : archie andrews, jughead jones, betty cooper, veronica lodge, cheryl blossom, toni topaz, sweet pea, fangs fogarty, reggie mantle

the chilling adventures of sabrina : sabrina spellman, ambrose spellman, harvey kinkle, nicholas scratch, the weird sisters (prudence, agatha and dorcas)

hp: the golden trio era : harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, george weasley, fred weasley, oliver wood

hp: the marauders era : james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans

peaky blinders : tommy shelby, michael gray, john shelby, ada thorne, arthur shelby, isaih jesus

shameless u.s : fiona gallagher, lip gallagher, ian gallagher, mickey milkovich, mandy milkovich

sherlock bbc : sherlock holmes, john watson

merlin bbc : merlin, arthur pendragon, guinevere, morgana

game of thrones : daeneys targaryen, jon snow, sansa stark, robb stark, theon greyjoy, jaime lannister

the maze runner : thomas, minho, newt, gally

chicago med : will halstead, connor rhodes, natalie manning

chicago fire : kelly severide, matt casey, brian otis, jimmy borreli, sylvie brett, gabby dawson, stella kidd

chicago pd : jay halstead, erin lindsay, adam ruzek, kevin atwater, kim burgess, antonio dawson, hailey upton, greg gerwitz

criminal minds : spencer reid, derek morgan, jennifer jareau, penelople garcia, luke alvarez, emily prentiss

percy jackson and the olympians : percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, nico di angelo, thalia grace, rachael elizabeth dare

heroes of olympus : jason grace, piper mcclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, reyna arellano

attack on titan : eren, mikasa, armin, levi

brooklyn nine - nine : jake peralta, amy santiago, rosa diaz

justice league : superman, batman, wonder woman, the flash, cyborg, aquaman

gotham : bruce wayne, jim gordon, barbara kean, selina kyle, jerome valeska, edward nygma, oswald cobblepot

the hobbit / lord of the rings : bilbo baggins, thorin oakenshield, aragorn, legolas, thranduil, fili, kili, frodo baggins

suicide squad : deadshot, harley quinn, captain boomerang, el diablo, rick flag, the enchantress

no doubt that this list will continue to grow, so if you don't see a favourite character or fandom of yours here, there is every possibility that it will be there at some point in time.

until next time!

xoxo

fictionismyoxygen

[faeriichaii]

hey I've read several of your fics and I really love your writing and I was wondering of you'd be in a mood for one thorin x reader request where thorin comes to visit bilbo in the shire some time after botfa and goes to the green dragon with him where he gets absolutely mesmerised with the reader who is a singer there?? it's heavily inspired by the song "killing me softly with her song" by Perry Como. could be any genre really. I've had this idea for so long but am absolutely terrible at writing

Symphony of Your Life ~ Thorin x Human!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much!! I am happy to hear that you have enjoyed my stories so far :) I am so sorry that it took me so long to write it rip but now it is here and I hope you like it!! <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff (I think??) not proof read!!! ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.4k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Summary: Thorin went to visit his old friend Bilbo in the Shire once more, without expecting to be enchanted by a melodic voice that fills not just his ears but also his heart.

“I am grateful for your visit old friend.” Bilbo said, giving Thorins shoulder a pat before entering the Green Dragon Inn. “Well, it has been quite a while since we parted ways and you went back home to the shire.” The dwarven king followed after the hobbit into the filled place. People were drinking away, while telling the ones closest by about stories of their past. Others were eating away the food that was served on their plates. The inn was filled with a lively atmosphere, making Thorin relax slightly, the stress of the past months leaving his body.

Bilbo pulled out one of the wooden chairs and made himself comfortable, before looking around in search of the waitress. “So Thorin, tell me, what has been happening in Erebor after I left?” “Well, we began to slowly regain back the power Erebor once had.” Thorin sat opposite of the hobbit, before continuing with his story. “We are also making sure to not keep too much gold in the mine. Also, the trading between Mirkwood and Erebor is livelier than ever.” “Excuse me for the lil wait, but what can I get ya two fellows for the night?” A woman asked them, her eyes moving between the two men.

“I would just like to get a pint of meat for now.” The dwarven king said, his eyes moving from the waitress to the performer behind her. Soft tunes filled his ears, followed by a gentle voice telling an old tale from the past. Your mind was focused on the song you were playing and he could feel the emotions that you put into every syllable that passed your lips. Fingers gently tugging on the strings of your Lyre, making him wish to walk closer to hear even more of this beautiful melody.

“Thorin, are you alright?” Bilbo asked him, taking a sip of his drink. The king didn’t even notice that the waitress already served them their order. “Yes of course. I just am enjoying the song.” And with that he turned his attention back to you. You were walking off of the makeshift stage and danced through the small passage of people. A bright smile graced your lips as you heard a group of men hollering along with you, almost drowning your own voice with theirs. Continuing your way to every single corner and crevice of the inn, you made sure that everyone was enjoying themselves.

You loved performing. It was what made you happy, even when you were younger. Your older brother even taught you how to play the Lyre and you remember constantly joining him for his small performances in various different inns around your hometown. He was the sole reason for you now standing in the middle of a packed room, surrounded by various different people who were dancing and singing together with you. Strumming the last tune on your lyre you finished the song with a bow. Applause as well as praise was washing over you, as you looked around the crowd.

The bright faces of the people around you filling you with warmth. That was until you caught onto a pair of stale blue ones. His gentle smile was almost unnoticeable in the dark room, as you studied him a little more. You recognize him from one of the many tales that bards have sung in inns you have visited with your brother. Thorin Oakenshield. So, you rushed back onto the makeshift stage and strummed your Lyre.

“My dear guests, I really hope you enjoyed today’s performance as much as I did. This right now might sound like a farewell already, but I have one last performance before I will leave you for the night. It is a special song, most of you know.” People around you began to mumble, trying to guess which song you will play next. “As most of you already know, many songs played are retellings of famous stories of middle earth. And as you might know, me and my brother began to rewrite some of them as well. And as some of you might know, I am especially proud of the one song we wrote about the one and only Thorin Oakenshield.”

The crowd began to cheer, as you looked at the man in question. His eyes darkened at the mention of him and his life story being turned into a song. He would have expected anything, even the song of how the company and him got Erebor out of the clutches of the dragon. But his life story? How could a mere mortal even know half of his story?

You strung the first few melodies of the song. Your melancholy voice once more entrancing the people occupying the inn. Their eyes intently focused on you. But your own mind was only focused on the dwarven king right in front of him. You wanted to touch his soul with the words and retelling you once wrote together with your brother. You needed him to see that you knew his pain, even if you weren’t around him. You wanted him to know that his pain was shared and that he was not the only one who had to pass through tough times. You wanted him to know that you understood him.

Thorins heart warmed at the words that were dedicated to him. He didn’t expect you to completely put him under your spell and enchant him by the way you were telling his story. He expected things to be painful, but you made sure to put warmth and love, as well as care into every word. From the moment you mentioned the tragic death of his father, followed by the definition of his name, you thought about every little detail in his story. And it warmed his heart. You even mentioned how he conquered Erebor back for the dwarves and how he got rid of the dragon Smaug. Even the battle of the five armies was mentioned in your song. It almost felt like you have been around him since day one, watching every step he took on his journey. Almost as if you were a part of the company yourself.

After the last note passed from the Lyre and you sung the last melody of the song, you heard the applause of the people around you. Smiling brightly, you bowed once more, however your mind was still stuck onto the king who you just sung about. Letting your eyes travel across the people, you notice that the seat he had occupied during his stay in the inn was now empty. Slight pain squeezed your heart. You hated when people just left during your performances. Especially the ones the story is all about.

Descending from the small makeshift stage, you began to put away your Lyre into its case. Getting ready, to leave for the night you were stopped by a person in front of you. He was slightly shorter than you and you immediately recognized his blue eyes. “I hope I am not interrupting.” “Not at all my king.” You quickly said, straightening your posture. “I hope you liked the song. I wrote it together with my brother, as a small tribute to all the heroic things you have accomplished over the time.”

A smile graced the kings’ lips, which made you feel a little bit more at ease. “I was a little surprised, I didn’t expect to hear any song about me. Especially one that was so detailed.” You intently listened to every word that passed his lips, fingers tightly holding onto the case of your Lyre. “I did enjoy it though. It was very touching and it did make me think about some… things.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “Would you perhaps consider writing more songs? I mean about the dwarven kings and maybe Erebor?”

Your eyes widened at this proposition, never expecting these words to pass Thorins lips. “My king I-“ “Just call me Thorin.” “Thorin I… don’t know what to say. This is a big honour for me and I would love to accept this offer, but why would you ask me of all the wonderful and talented people of middle earth to work on such an important project?” You asked him, still flabbergasted at the words of the king.

“Well, I do enjoy the sound of your voice and your song about my story touched my heart like none before. I also think that Erebor deserves a song of it’s own, so it would only be fitting, to ask you for this important job.” A bright smile graced your lips. “In that case, I would happily take up your offer and write the most beautiful symphony for Erebor.” Erebor, the city that once belonged to the beast called Smaug. Erebor, the city of hope and chances.

[faeriichaii]

It’s so cold and I’m already over it and crave summer! Could you do lotr/hobbit boys (specifically fili but I’m open to others) with a mermaid!reader who’s just so curious about the land above like Ariel and loves to share her collection of land walker trinkets she found? Thanks muah 🫶

Part of Your World ~ Line of Durin x Mermaid!Reader

A/N: Honestly same, I miss spring and summer :( It just started snowing again and I'm like hello?? It's too cold?? I really really love that idea omg and I'm so happy to get a request for Fili <33!! I just think I will do like the line of Durin kinda thing so each of them get a short story with a mermaid!reader~ Ngl I really struggled to come up with things that the reader could find and what she thinks it could be used for- But in the end I think it turned alright :) I hope you will like the story! Also I'm sorry that Thorins and Kilis are a little bit shorter😔😔

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Fluff, fluff and fluff :) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.8k (Thorin: 472, Fili: 843, Kili: 545) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

⇢ ˗ˏˋAmrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ‘lbinê ~ My Jewel ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋHalw Kurdu ~ Sweet Heart ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋGaihith ~ Little Dove ࿐ྂ

Summary: Little mermaid you finds various little trinkets and things in the waters around Erebor and you can't wait to share them with your s/o.

Thorin:

You waved at Balin with a wide smile on your face, as you were walking through the palace to find your soon-to-be-husband. You just came back from a wonderful swim by the riverbank, where you found a little trinket that you can’t wait to show him. You have been enjoying yourself earlier, splashing around and swimming with various different fish, as something very shiny caught your interest. You swam down towards it and carefully pulled it out of the sand. It was a big round silver band, that almost looked like an enormous ring. You smiled down at your find as you returned to the riverbank and let yourself dry off. While waiting for you to completely dry and get your fish tail exchanged for your legs, your eyes focused on the intricate thing in your hands.

The big round thing was formed with immaculate detail, various different flourishes made up the entire silver ring. In the middle of all the silver designs, was a white jewel. The same jewels were also placed a little more on the left, as well as on the right side. A smile spread across your face at the beauty of the item you found. Now you were walking through the castle, mysterious item in hand and trying to find Thorin. You opened the door of the library. Thorins back was facing you, as he looked through several scrolls that were scattered around the table. “Amrâlimé, I have found a new treasure! It is the most beautiful thing I have ever found, but I don’t know what it is used for.” The endearment that passed your lips was the first word Thorin ever taught you. And ever since then, you have been calling him by that. The king stopped working his hands through the scrolls and instead focused all of his attention on you. “What did you find my Queen?”

He approached you, giving you a gentle smile. You put the item in your hands in his outstretched one. Letting one of his thumbs run over the details, he slowly placed it on top of your head. His finger ran over one of the braids he did, until they laid softly against your cheek. “Do you know what it is?” Shaking your head no, you leaned into the touch of his warm palm on your face. “It is a tiara Amrâlimé. It is very similar to the crown I am wearing. And the one you will be wearing very soon.” A smile spread across your lips. Leaning in towards Thorin you gave him a kiss, which he quickly reciprocated. “I think this is one of the most beautiful treasures I have found yet.” At that, the king shook his head, still holding you close to him. “You are the greatest treasure to walk this earth ‘lbinê.”

Fili:

Water dripped down your tail, as you sat on a stone in the middle of the lake. It has been days since you had the chance to take a quick dive into the waters, craving to feel the waves and ripples all over your body as you take a dive. Plus, the constant walking on your newly attained feet and legs was exhausting. You begged and pleaded with Fili to talk his uncle into finding a stream and taking a break close by. After around the tenth time of Fili approaching Thorin, the king had enough and took upon searching for some kind of water source. It didn’t take long until they found a river and decided to put up camp close by. The first thing you did of course was take a swim and now you are perched on top of a stone, combing through your hair with your hands. Letting out a few soft tunes of a song you have learned long ago, your eyes locked onto something that was glistening in the water. Tilting your head, you squinted your eyes at it to take a better look.

Not being able to figure out what it was you decided to jump off of the stone and into the water. Gently flicking your tail around, you quickly approached the unidentified item. Your hair was floating around you as your fingers gently took a hold of the long gold string that was stuck between some stones. Pushing them aside, you freed the item. Tilting your head in curiosity, you gave the item you freed a quick look before breaking through the water and sitting down on the riverbank. Your fingers softly brushed against it. It felt cold and smooth beneath the pads of your fingers. Footsteps approached you, as you sat there with your tail still pacing from side to side in the water, creating some tiny waves.

“I see, I need to redo your braid once you’re out of the water.” Fili said as he sat down beside you, letting his feet also dangle into the water. “Fili look what I have found!” You exclaimed with glee, shoving the string with a gold heart attached to it into his face. His gaze flickered from your capturing eyes to the item in your hand that you proudly held out for him to look at. “Ah, do you know what it is Halw Kurdu?” He asked you with a smile on his lips. “Mhh not yet… I’m still trying to figure it out.” A design of a flower with swirls was etched into the golden heart that hung loose on the chain. “Is it maybe… something for the braids you teach me all the time?” You smile at him while trying to weave the item into your semi dry hair.  A chuckle left Filis lips. “No, it definitely does not belong into your hair. What else could it be?” You pondered for a moment after Fili revealed to you that you were wrong. Seconds pass as you look at the shiny thing in your hand. “Ah! It could be a weapon! Like the slingshot you once showed me!” Taking a pebble that was laying by your side, you put it on the heart and tried to shoot Fili, however the small stone just fell out of your hand and into the water with a little 'plop'.

Laughing heartedly, the man beside you clung onto his stomach, making you pout sadly. After a few seconds he composed himself and stood up. “Don’t worry Amrâlimê, I will show you what this is.” He took the thing from your hands and kneeled behind you. “Lift your hair up for me.” You did what he asked for. His hands snaked to the front of your neck, laying down the golden heart you fished out. “All done.” Fili sat down once more, looking at the golden heart that shone in the sun. You put your fingers over it softly. “It is a necklace. And it really looks beautiful on you.” His gentle smiled made your heart fill with warmth. “I think you can even…” He grabbed onto the locket and opened it. A soft gasp escaped you. “I can store things in this tiny necklace?” You asked him excitedly. Fili put a hand atop of your head, before letting it travel to the back of your neck. “I mean you could store like a drawing of me in there. Or maybe even a tiny drawing of the both of us together.” A smile graced your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I love that idea. And I love you Fili. Thank you for showing me another new thing from your world.” A chuckle left his lips as he gave you a soft peck on the top of your head, his beard tickling you gently. “It’s not just my world anymore. It is our world now Amrâlimê.”

Kili:

Awful sounds were coming from your shared room within the palace. A hollow wooden item was laying on your lap. Four thick silver strings were attached from the bottom of the wood, over to the top of it. Silver round nubs were securely screwed into the strangely formed top, keeping the strings in place. The middle of the wooden box had two flourishes, one on each side. You pulled on one of the strings, realizing that a strange sound came from the item. A bright smile spread over your face, as you pulled on the string once more. Turning the nubs, you noticed that the strings suddenly produced a different sound. You softly giggled as you continued to run your fingers over the strings.

“Gaihith, what is this awful melody?” Kili asks, as he walks into the room, his hands covering his ears. His gaze was locked onto your mesmerizing eyes until he heard that he apparently got closer to the source of his disdain. “So, you are the source for the awful music? And I thought mermaids were supposed to be exceptional when it comes to singing.” You pouted at his words as you lifted the wooden item from your lap. “I went for a swim earlier this morning and I found this in the waters. I thought that maybe if I pull on the strings it opens up or something.” Kili sat down beside you on the bed and gently took the item from your hand. “You really don’t have a clue what this is?” “Well, if I would know what it is, I would probably know how to properly use it now, wouldn’t I?” He chuckled at your snippy remark, laying his hand on your thigh.

“Should I show you what it is?”  You nodded softly, as you got lost in his loving gaze. Kili pulled the item towards his shoulder and lay his head somewhat on top of it. “Did you perhaps also find something else with the violin?” “Violin?” You asked, tilting your head to the side at the strange word. “This is a violin Amrâlimê. Normally you would use a violin bow to properly play any tunes on it.” A soft ‘ah’ escaped your lips. “No, I just found the violin.” Kili nodded at that, stood up and got the violin bow from his own instrument. He once pulled the bow over the silver strings and shuddered at the god-awful sound he just produced. Strumming the instrument, he played a few wonderful sounds.

Your smile widened at the beautiful melodies as you softly hummed to the tune. “Wow this sounds so beautiful Kili! I really love it!” You hugged him tightly, after he finished his little ministration with the instrument. He put the item beside you on the bed and reciprocated the loving embrace. A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head, that made you look up. You returned the gesture by giving him a quick peck on the lips. “We could start performing together. You play the violin and I will sing my mermaid songs to the people of Erebor.” A chuckle left his lips as he put a hand on your cheek and kissed you once more. “I think that is a wonderful idea.”

[theepolynesian]

Mahal Hates Me

Summary: You have a miscarriage and Thorin helps you through the pain. Pairings: Thorin x Reader Word Count: 881 Warnings: Miscarriage Requested by: Anon; #67 and #77.

A/n: After starting this, I realized I didn't have to take the sad route so I didn’t lmfao.

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

You sobbed quietly into your pillow. This was not how it was supposed to go.

You were supposed to be happy. You were supposed to bring a light into this world and yet you couldn’t. Not anymore.

Everyone was so excited. This was supposed to be the first baby born into the line of Durin in 80 years. Now, it only made you regret spreading the wonderful news.

The door creaks open and you try to pretend to be sleeping, but you know it’s not going to work.

Thorin always knew when you were lying and vice versa.

You listen as he removes his clothing and boots before joining you on the bed.

He wraps an arm around your belly and you instantly flinch. That causes Thorin to frown.

“My light? What is wrong?” he asks quietly and you can’t help, but let out a sob.

He instantly pulls you closer, whispering words of comfort into your ear.

After calming down, you turn to face him.

“I lost our child,” you tell him, not wanting to see the disappointment in his face, “I had a miscarriage. I thought it was just stomach pains but when I looked down, my underthings were soaked with blood. I went to visit Oin to see if he could do anything and he said he couldn’t.”

You let out another sob and Thorin pulls you into a hug, tears also clouding his eyes.

He was so excited to finally be a dad. He didn’t care about the sex as long as he or she was safe, but now he couldn’t have that. Did Mahal hate him so much that he would take this happiness away from him once again?

“I am so sorry, Thorin. You don’t deserve this. You deserve happiness for once in your life and I could not give that to you,” you tell him, brokenly and that only makes him hold onto you tighter.

“Non-sense, love. You have brought me all the happiness in the world. You keep me sane. We are going to get through this, together. You’re strong, love. You have to be. For me and our kingdom. Maybe it wasn’t the right time for him or her to be brought into this world and that is fine. We will try again and we will keep trying until we succeed. I promise,” he tells you, kissing your forehead. You both cry for the one life you couldn’t save.

Two Years Later

Dwalin breaks into the hall in a rush. “Mahal, Dwalin. What’s wrong?” Thorin asks, sitting straighter. “It’s y/n!” Dwalin cries out and Thorin stands. “Is everything alright? Is something wrong with the babe?” Thorin asks, dismissing his guards and follow his old friend out the door.

He prayed to Mahal that this pregnancy would run a smooth course and it had. Up until now.

“No she’s fine, but she’s giving birth,” Dwalin says and that causes Thorin to quicken his pace into an almost run.

He gets to your shared chambers quickly and Fili and Kili are waiting outside while Dis is next to your bed side, holding your hand. Thorin takes your other hand after placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You are doing great amralime. Just keep breathing,” Thorin coos and you nod, trying to take deep breaths. Oin pops his head up from under the towel. “Okay, y/n. I’m going to need you to push,” he says and you nod before he goes back under.

“One, two, three push!” he shouts and you’re doing as you’re told, pain shooting through your entire body and you’re getting close to breaking Thorin’s hand. So close.

You continue pushing until you hear a wail. You stop and breathe hard, waiting for Oin to give you your child.

He comes back up with a smile on his face.

“A beautiful prince,” he says, slowly and carefully wiping the baby off and cutting the umbilical cord. (I don’t know how this whole pregnancy thing goes so forgive me)

He hands you your son and you look down at him with a smile on your face.

“Our child,” Thorin says, kissing your forehead. You feel strange though. Like you weren’t done.

“Uh, y/n. I think you should hand him off to Thorin. It seems you have another child on the way,” Oin says. “What?!” you both explain, but the pain hits you again and Thorin quickly grabs your son from your arms.

You deliver yet another baby in ten minutes time and this one is another boy. You take your other son in your hands as Dis and Oin leaves after cleaning up. Thorin sits next to you with tears in his eyes.

“One was taken from us and now we are blessed with two,” he tells you and you let out a quiet sob. “Two wonderful princes,” you tell him, leaning in for a kiss.

“What should we name them?” he asks and you look at the babies in your hands. “I think that one in your hand should be called Frerin II and this one in mines should be called Bilbo,” you suggest and he looks down at the babe in his hand.

“Frerin and Bilbo. I like that,” he tells you, smiling brightly. Maybe Mahal didn’t hate him that much.

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