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Imagine thorin holding you after a nightmare (male reader possibly?)

I don't know how long ago you requested your Drabble, but in sorry if it's been too long. If you still want that Drabble then send an ask to my new blog ahibbityhobbity (same name, just no dashes) and I'll gladly get to it :3

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Hi! Thank you again for the Legolas drabble it was so cute. You sent a link to a second blog for requests, but there is no message button. Can I please request the following imagine; "Imagine being a human member of the fellowship, but being especially close to the hobbits. One day when on the road Sam slips and says that Frodo likes you."

Hi! I just logged onto this account to see if it was still up and I just now checked my inbox. I fixed the ask box problem you mentioned, so on the new blog it should work. If you still want that imagine then feel to send it to the new blog, or submit. Thanks!

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Requested by: alysnotonfire

It had been some time since you had celebrated just as you were now. You had to admit, you relished the experience despite complaints you might have made before. Now you celebrated with your friends, smiling into your drink as other drunkards swaggered by and enjoyed themselves. They had every right to. It was Aragon's coronation, after all. Everyone was reveling with their ale.

You were quieter than the casual drunkard though, and kept to yourself while watching from the sidelines. You made sure no one stepped over the boundaries and did something too outlandish. You didn't want one bad drunk to ruin the festivities. Not after you had just begun to enjoy them yourself.

Your eyes flitted across the luxurious dining and party hall. Merry and Pippin, whom you had met after you yourself had joined the fellowship, drank merrily as they did a sort of jig on the tabletops, song bursting from their lungs. The very sight brought a smile to your face.

A band of dwarves were doing something similar, although not nearly as raucous. They drank among themselves in what appeared to be a competition. You chuckled as you watch the ale dribble down their beards and stagger their feet. It was quite the merry gathering.

"The party is far more enjoyable if you actually take part in it, darling." You turned your head to eye a man who had stepped up beside you. His eyes were bloodshot and nearly closed, but he was handsome. With his dark stubble and hair he made an attractive young man, but the tone of his voice caused you to avoid his looks all together.

"I'm fine where I am, thank you very much, sir."

"Sir?" He chuckled. "I like that." You scrunched your nose as the man, smelling intensely of alcohol, took a step too close to you. Instinctively you took a counter step away from him. "Come on, don't be coy, darling. No one likes a tease..." His hand snaked forward as quick as a flash of lightening, which was impressive for a drunk, and tightened around your waist. He dragged you closer to him, his pelvis forcing itself against you. You trembled and shuddered, hands grabbing his arms and forcing him away from you with a fierce shove.

"Back off!" Your voice did not break the volume of the party, which you were thankful for. You did not want to cause a scene.

"You've been watching me this entire time. I've seen it, you just didn't want anyone else to see." His drunken smirk brought your fury to boiling point, and your fists braced and clenched at your sides.

"You're delusional," you spat.

"Not when it comes to a pretty thing like you-"

"Is there a problem here?"

You had just raised your fist when a familiar, authoritative voice interrupted the quarrel. You hastily lowered your fist, and watched as a family elven prince sauntered over to you and the man.

"Nothing that I can't take care of, boy." The man spat at Legolas, his eyes burning with rage at having been interrupted.

Your hand suddenly found its way to the collar of the man's shirt. You wrenched him forward, staring him in the eyes. "Don't you dare call him a boy. Do you even know who he is?" The man swallowed, fear suddenly edging into his eyes. "No, I don't suppose you would. You ignorant drunk."

"Y/n, please. Calm yourself." Legolas' hand settled lightly on your shoulder, causing you to release your grip on the man's shirt. "And you," Legolas said to the man. "Don't let me see you disrupting anybody again, or you'll have the both of us to answer to."

The man swayed as Legolas shoved him away from you. Before you could see the drunk scurry off, Legolas stepped in front of you, hiding your view of the man.

"Y/n... Are you alright? Did he try anything?" The genuine concern that Legolas gazed at you with brought your your limbs to only a small buzz instead of the trembling from before. You nodded, and you could have sworn the elf paled.

"He did, but I didn't let him. Don't worry, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Good." Legolas let his eyes linger on you and left his hand on his shoulder for comfort before sighing. "Perhaps I will stay and sit with you. I've grown a bit tired of this party."

"Oh really?" Legolas grinned at your tone, one of humor and teasing. "Since when has the elven prince ever grown tired of a party?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's a good thing."

You eyes him for a moment longer before breaking into a grin, then led the two of you the the edge of room where you sat, both of you watching as the party went on.

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Rain tittered and pattered outside the worn tavern, muffling the noise of what was held within. Your eyes raked along the room in which you were situated, a small smirk flitting across your face. Your hand slid down to the small pouch at your side, which you groped contemplatively. It was running a little loose for your liking, but you had long since formulated a plan on how to mend that.

It hadn't been an hour before that that a group of dwarves had entered The Prancing Pony. Your eyes instantly fell on one of the auburn haired dwarves with freckles decorating his cheeks, and the bridge of his nose. He would be the easiest to rob blind, you thought as your eyes wandered to two other young looking dwarves, one with dark chestnut hair and the other with long blond braids. You could see the naivete that shone within their eyes, and could almost feel you coin purse swell in size at the thought of robbing them.

But you waited until you thought it was appropriate to strike. You sat and watched from a dimly lit corner as the company took their seats at a group of tables, and they had their drinks delivered. As they sat and mumbled among each other you observed. From their attire you could tell they were of considerable standing, and from their baggage you could also tell that they were travelling. They had more than their fair share of equipment for strenuous journeying down a long path. That didn't phase you, however, and when you found that the timing was right, you rose to your feet and began your plan.

They didn't notice you at first, as you quietly moved around the tavern. To any wandering eye you would appear as a young civilian of the town, but you had many years of experience behind your eyes. Those years of experience had helped you hide it.

Finally you found yourself a good opportunity and sat yourself a table or two away from the younger members of the group of dwarves. You exhaled, falling into the act you knew so well. It didn't take long for one of the dwarves, the chestnut haired one, in fact, to turn to glance at you. He did this a couple of times, watching as you sat alone, tapping the table anxiously as though you were waiting for somebody. At about the fourth time he looked over, you lifted your eyes and met his. A careful smile grew across your lips, and you batted your eyelashes for good measure before returning your gaze downward. That was the first part of the plan; the hook. Now all that was left was for the dwarf to act on his new-found interest of you. You didn't hold any doubt about it, he would most certainly investigate. They always did.

You counted until you heard the sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floor, and footsteps growing nearer.

You tilted your head again, your eyes wandering to the dwarf that was coming closer until your eyes met once more.

You spoke first. "I must look pitiful sitting here all alone."

"Not pitiful, just lonely." And just like that the dwarf lowered himself into the chair across from you. You contained your smirk of victory. This game was all too easy.

"I'm not. I'm just waiting for somebody... If they show up." You cast your eyes to the door, and deflated when it opened and a stranger stepped through.

"Mind if I wait with you?" He asked with a kind smile. You bobbed your head in response. "Kili."

"Y/n." He held out his hand, and the two of you shook in greeting. You smiled at each other, then withdrew your hands.

"So, who are you waiting for?"

"Just a friend I worked for. I'm supposed to be paid tonight but... I was warned that they aren't the most honest of people before I started. I think they were right."

"You don't think they'll pay you?"

You shook your head. "I'm not holding my breath, but it's not like I can turn job offers away. I have a family I need to raise. I... I can't afford to say no." You erected your back as you spoke, a fake sense of responsibility and determination arousing as you spoke. Kili's brow furrowed as he listened, gaining genuine interest in your speech.

"Do you have... children?"

"Yes. Two boys and a girl. She's just a babe, and the boys take care of her while I work. They're strong boys. Like their father was." Your shoulders deflated, and you could see Kili deflate across from you. Pity had risen into his eyes, and his hands clenched together over the table. He released a sigh, alcohol clear on his breath. Good. It'd make robbing him that much easier.

"I- I'm sorry. Look, I know it's not much but-" Your eyes suddenly picked up on the movement of Kili's hand as it disappeared under the table and he withdrew a swollen leather pouch. He set it on the table, digging inside before setting a small handful of coins and pennies on the table. Your eyes grew as you stared at the money, then rose to stare at Kili. "I want you to take this. Consider it my good deed for a stranger."

"I can't- I don't know what to say!" After a moment of staring between the dwarf before you and the coin on the table, you swept it into your hand. You clenched your fist around it before depositing it in your breast pocket. To him you looked shocked, but to yourself you were victorious.

Kili smiled once more at you before rising to his feet. "I should get back to my friends..."

You rose as well, then swiftly stepped around the table. In a quick movement you knelt to his height, and wrapped him in your arms. As though flicking a switch, you suddenly let tears well within your eyes (with the help of your natural talent and a pinch).

"Thank you so much, Kili. I will never forget this. This is more than I would have gotten paid."

Awkwardly the dwarf patted your back. "Think nothing of it..."

Then, as you withdrew from the embrace, your hand wandered to the coin purse at his hip. Your dexterous fingers swept underneath it and swiftly unbridled it from it's hold. You pocketed it before it could be seen, and met the dwarf's eyes.

"Thank you." You said once more before you turned tail and made way toward the exit. You cast a single glance back to wave farewell before you disappeared outside, and stepped into the rain.

With a giant grin on your face you made your way through the rain without a care. Your hand immediately moved to cup the leather purse, sizing it with satisfaction. It contained a hefty amount of coin, judging by the weight of it, of course it didn't even begin to compare to the spoils you had earned before that point, but every victory was something worth celebrating.

You were quite ready to celebrate, in fact if a sudden furious hollering hadn't caused your heart to drop.

"There! Get the thief!"

Well, I didn't expect them to find out that fast...

You sighed to yourself, securing your coin pouch to you before you bolted down the street, a horde of angry dwarves following closely from behind. You hated running after a victorious robbing, especially in your current clothes, which were designed to give the impression of someone entirely innocent and pure, but not designed for high speed chases. It wasn't long before you found yourself tripping over your clothes, and your foot must have had snagged a rock, and you fell to the muddy ground.

You grimaced as your arms shot out to soften your fall, but ended up skidding across sharp rock points and caused you to collapse on your stomach. The footsteps grew closer until they stopped just before you, and you rolled onto your back.

"Truce." You panted, which was met with a scoff from one of the dwarves. A pair of hands groped around you for a moment before withdrawing the stolen pouch from your pocket and tossing it to another dwarf. Kili, you saw, caught it with his eyes furrowed in both disappointment and anger.

"Never trust a human woman." A taller, grey haired dwarf growled down at you. "Never trust a human."

"How petty and racist. We're not all the same, you know." You smirked at the fury in the dwarf's eyes before rising to your feet and wiping yourself off. They stared at you as you did so.

No other words were exchanged, but the group watched you carefully as though you would dare to make another attempt for their coin.

"What's going on here?" You groaned inwardly as another pair of footsteps grew closer, accompanied by a voice. The last thing you wanted was anyone else to witness your pitiful state.

"Nothing. Carry on, please."

"Bilbo, don't let her/him go. She/he stole from us."

You perked up suddenly, then spun around. As you saw the sight before you, your head tossed back in laughter. "Bilbo! Good friend, what in the world are you doing in the company of dwarves?"

The hobbit stood and stared at you for a moment before his slack jaw tightened once more. "Y/n?"

You lifted your arms and shrugged. "The one and only."

"Wait," the angry grey haired dwarf growled again. "You know this woman/man?"

"Yes, yes! We're well acquainted but what is going on?"

"Long story short, I stole from them. Had I known they were friends of yours, however, I never would have even dared." You cast your eyes back at the angry company. They didn't seem convinced. "Now, I would very much appreciate it if we could forget this happened and go our own ways so I can get cleaned up."

"I can vouch." Bilbo said to the group, desperately eyeing the grey haired dwarf.

He hesitated, then spoke. "Fine, but if I ever see your face in this town before we leave, I will not hesitate to turn you in."

"Agreeable."

"You're lucky you have our burglar on your side, otherwise you'd be on your way to the guards."

"Burglar?" Your eyes flitted to Bilbo, the corner of your mouth tilting upward in a disbelieving grin.

"Don't. Say. A word." The hobbit muttered, striding past you to the dwarves. You grinned after him, wandering what in the world your hobbit friend had gotten himself into as he went his way with the company..

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IMPORTANT

Hey, me here. I just want to post an update on here since I’ve been semi active lately. 

Long story short: I’m migrating accounts. Since this account is connected to a different email, I’m going to connect it to my main email. Therefore I’ll be shutting this account down, but I will be putting all drabbles previously written on the new account. It’s the same name without the hyphens.

Here ya’ll go: ahibbityhobbity

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Hey hey heyy hay haye hai haiy. A master list would be helpful as shit! Then i can find the balin fic you made for me easier. I read it when im sad. :)

Unfortunately I have nooooo idea how to make a masterlist XD I’ll probably google it since I’ve gotten quite a few demands for it!

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Is the Bilboxreader drabble still in existance somewhere. I would like to read any Bilbo things i can get my hands on.

Which BilboxReader drabble were you thinking of, love? 

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Do you have a masterlist?

I do not. What's a master list?

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Your blog is amazing. Your writing is amazing. You are amazing. That is all. Okthanksbye.

Thank you so much sweat pea ^.^ <3

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Update

Hey everybody! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to post an update but things have been hectic lately. Seeing as I’ve been getting quite a few asks lately that I can’t write/reply to, I’m going to be clearing my inbox. I won’t write any prompts that are currently in the ask, and I won’t be writing until further notice. I hope ya’ll can understand, and I truly appreciate your kind words and support :)

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This is a gift for a-hibbity-hobbity for making the most perfect Balin/reader fic for mwah and for being a super nice person. I’m sorry if there isn’t as much fluff as you wanted did my best ^^. I hope you like it :D

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It was dawn. The morning...

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A very lovely Bilbo fluff Drabble :) I love it, thank you! ^.^

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A/N: By the way, for the font I use in the picture above the apostrophes turn into commas. So, if you’re cursing my grammar every time you see the photos, I have an excuse :3 And thanks to screamingdemongirlfor the request!

Years had passed since the desolation of Smaug, and the reconstruction of Laketown and Dale had ensued. Now, five years after the reclaiming of the mountain and the battle, Dale and Laketown were booming. Business from trade had erupted from both towns, as well as Erebor.

As for the citizens, they couldn’t be happier. With the previous Master gone their taxes were low and their income high. No one starved, and everyone was content. Most would thank Bard for this, given he had led them into victorious battle and had made Laketown the striving town it was now. He and his two daughters and single son were the center of adoration for himself and the town.

Sigrid had found a certain adoration. A sort that warmed her heart and made her cheeks turn scarlet, which was how her cheeks were colored as she walked towards her home. It had been some time since she had received a certain monthly visitor, and that filled her with both dread and excitement. And she knew. Once she began getting sick and feeling uneasy, she knew.

She had known the love of her life since a year after Smaug’s attack, and they had fallen for each other nearly on sight. They met while escaping the burning town, and then they couldn’t be kept apart. It was only a year ago that they began to take their relationship seriously, and Bard was aware that they were an item, but he was not away of their dedication. He certainly would not be anticipating the surprise Sigrid had for him.

Sigrid shakily wrapped her hand around the door handle and opened the door to her home. It was silent within, and even the sound of closing the door behind her made her jump.

"Sigrid? Are you back?" Bard’s voice called from the kitchen, and a wave of nausea went through her. Bain and Tilda would be in the market place. She was glad, this was something she wanted to do alone.

"Yes da. I… It’s me." She managed shakily then proceeded to enter the kitchen where her father was. He stood over the fire, stirring a pot filled with stew. Sigrid inhaled, her stomach clenching in distaste.

Her behavior was odd. She usually loved her father’s stew.

"Sigrid?" Bard lifted his head and frowned with concern. "What is it? Are you alright?"

She quickly bobbed her head and forced her eyes away from the stew. “There’s something a have to tell you.”

He turned to face her completely, concern etched into his eyes. “Of course.”

Now was the time for the reveal. Sweat formed in beads upon Sigrid’s brow and her fingers trembled. A knot had tightened in her stomach, and for a moment she thought she might throw up. However, she hardened her resolved and looked her father directly in the eyes.

"I’m pregnant, da."

Silence overwhelmed the two as they stood across from each other. Confusion, protectiveness, hostility, joy, and sadness crossed Bard’s expression all at once. It only made Sigrid sweat even more.

"You’re sure?" He asked.

She nodded. “I’m sure. All the signs are there.”

Bard raised a hand to thoughtfully stroke the stubble on his jaw and looked out the window. “And it’s Joffrey’s?”

"Yes!" She bobbed her head vigorously. "I… I think he’s going to propose soon. I hope so. I really do love him, da."

She hoped and prayed for Bard to show acceptance. He and Joffrey had gotten along quite well, and she didn’t see any reservations he had for him. But she was terrified that this new information would change his mind about him.

And while Sigrid panicked, so did Bard. He was shaking within, sorrow and joy mingling to make a disastrous emotion swell within him. He thought of his wife, then he thought of Sigrid as a small child. Then he thought of Tilda and Bain, and adoration for his family caused an emotional sting in his eyes.

Finally, he looked at Sigrid and smiled. “I’m happy for you. You’ll be a wonderful mother.”

"Oh, thank you da!"

The two strode forward and wrapped each other in a loving, familial hug. Hot tears streamed down Sigrid’s cheeks from pure joy, and though Bard wouldn’t admit it, a tear or two escaped him as well.

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A/N: This one was requested by wish-i-was-a-fictional-character :D I love all of the Leggy love!!!

The sweet, cheery music of fiddles and flutes and drums brought delight to your ears. Dwarves and men and women danced through Erebor’s massive gathering hall in joy. With the desolation of Smaug in the past, and the Battle of Five Armies ended, the land had welcomed the new cheer.

And thanks to you, you were a part of that cheer. Thorin had awarded you a prestigious title amongst the dwarf race, despite your human lineage. He would not forget the day you saved himself and his two nephews from their imminent deaths.

With a goblet of fine Elven wine in your hand, you stepped into the great hall where the music and laughter had spawned from. The massive double doors creaked open, and you grimaced at the noise that broke the music’s volume. The instruments died down until silence swept through the room, and all eyes turned on you.

At the moment you were quite the looker. Your current garments had been specially fashioned for you by the Elves, in tribute for a certain piece of jewelry you had returned to their king, Thranduil. You were decorated in gold and red fabric that flowed from your hips to the floor, and formed a snug (yet comfortable) bodice and sleeves. And around your neck, a ruby pendant hung at the base of your throat.

Your fingers clenched tighter around your goblet, and you tilted it back, emptying its contents. You lowered it, then looked around the area, then back at your goblet.

"Well, I could go for another drink."

Laughter and cheer erupted at your words, and the music and dancing resumed. Pitchers and pitchers of wine and ale were offered to you, and you agreed with ease. After all you’d been through, a drink was the least you could ask for.

"Might I say that you look marvelous tonight." You turned and cast your gaze upward, your brow cocking in amusement.

"Hello, Legolas." You murmured and faced him completely. Your eyes flicked to the full goblet it his hand, then to his droopy eyes. He didn’t seem all… There.

"Are you all right?" You asked with a craned neck. "You seem intoxicated. Too much wine, hmm?"

"Of course not. We Elves have a certain resilience toward alcoholic beverages." You grinned as his words began to slur ever so slightly. "Perhaps you’d like to try our fine wine?"

"Well, since you’re offering." You held out your arm to him, and he linked his through before leading you down to one of the tables that had been set up. Legolas reached forward and grabbed one of the wine bottles and raised it, filling your goblet to the brim.

You arched a brow while Legolas smirked down at you, almost as though expecting you to fall flat on your arse after your first sip.

"Cheers." You smiled, then tipped the goblet back for a sip. "Mmm… That is good." The wine slipped down your throat with ease, filling you with bitter sweetness that awoke your senses. You quickly took a second sip.

"Good?" Legolas’ brow furrowed, and you rolled your eyes.

"It is simply intoxicating," you grinned, and soon he matched your grin in satisfaction.

"Care to dance?" He offered.

You took his hand and set down the goblet. “It’d be a pleasure.”

With a swift flourish he swept you onto the dance floor, and you suddenly giggled unexpectedly. Perhaps it was the wine? Or perhaps it was the handsome elf prince before you that had placed a hand on your hip, and the other within your hand. All in all, you enjoyed it.

It felt like hours had passed with you and him dancing to each tune and filling yourselves with the catered wine. Before long you were definitely drunk, but then again, so was Legolas.

"You know," you began after the latest song, "you aren’t bad company, Legolas."

"I could say the same for you, Y/n."

You couldn’t keep the smile from your face. However, right after his words a soft melody lead by the twinkling of a harp danced through the hall.

You lowered your head with a self conscious laugh and began to exit the dance floor, but Legolas’ hand caught your elbow. You turned, and he held out his hand.

"One more dance." He said, and feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you obliged.

This dance was slow, and far more intimate than any song that had been played that night. You were brought closer to your dance partner, but as you let yourself grow comfortable, you found yourself leaning your head against his chest.

You heard him exhale, and though you couldn’t see it, he smiled. Then he lowered his head and whispered in your ear.

"You said that I was intoxicated by the wine, but I believe I am intoxicated by something else entirely." His husky whisper sent chills ravaging your bare spine, and you bit your lip.

"You’re drunk, Legolas."

"Perhaps, but not on the wine."

You buried your face deeper into his chest to hide your growing grin. “Just tell me that when you’re sober and I’ll take you seriously.”

"I will. More than once." He replied, then you felt cool lips press against your cheek in a light, heartwarming kiss. That was when you began to melt within, and you didn’t have any complaints.

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A/N: Here’s the final part for prayingdragon's request, I hope ya'll enjoy :D

Over the next while everything seemed to go smoothly. As you and the company neared Erebor a sense of satisfaction went through you all. Having passed Thranduil’s halls and having made it out alive was certainly a feat, and the company was particularly congratulatory concerning the blow you had saved Kili from during your escape. Orcs had happened to track the company, and your sharp eyes had spotted the arrow aimed at Kili, and your sword had swiftly deflected it. That was certainly your redeeming moment that proved your abilities.

Now the group had long since passed Laketown and were beginning their trek up the mountain. Your legs felt as though they were on fire, but excitement coursed through you as you neared your destination. It felt like ages before you reached the secret door, but when you did, you couldn’t be happier. As the last light of Durin’s Day (which happened to be the moon) shone upon the rock, it revealed the keyhole.

Now had come the time for the company’s burglar to shine.

You waited while Balin spoke with Bilbo, smiling to yourself as you heard his kind words of encouragement. You could have listened to his soothing voice for ages if you weren’t interrupted.

"Y/n!" A voice interrupted you. Bofur marched up to you with a wide smile.

"Yes, Bofur?"

"I have something I’d like you to hear, if you wouldn’t mind. Been working on it for quite some time now." You pursed your lips in thought, then sighed and nodded. Bofur grinned, snatching your hand and leading you from the group of dwarves.

He led you to a more secluded area, where sound didn’t travel as far.

"Alright," he said. "Here it goes.

There’s a girl I know who bathes by the river,

With skin so pale and a voice so soft 

It gives every man the shivers.

She has an angel’s grace,

And can be a man’s best mate,

And a fighter through and through.

Let me tell you about this girl I know

And I bet you will fall in love with her too.”

For a moment you stood in silence, fiddling with your fingers. Bofur’s gaze pierced you like a fierce blade, seeking reaction.

"So… What’d yah think?"

"I thought it was beautiful." You stepped forward and planted a small peck on Bofur’s cheek. You were truly moved by the piece, finding your heart swelling. "Did… did you write that for me?"

Bofur blushed a vibrant scarlet and nodded vigorously. “Aye. Just for you.”

"Bofur." An authoritative voice probed, drawing both yours and Bofur’s attention. Thorin stood, his eyes narrowed on the dark haired dwarf. "Shouldn’t you be watching the area?"

"Er… Uh, yes Thorin." The heat from Thorin’s gaze caused Bofur to stutter, and with a parting smile to you, he scurried off, but Thorin caught him by the arm.

"I would not make any further advances on Y/n, Bofur. I believe someone else has caught her eye." Thorin stated, then gestured to the side, where you had turned around and began walking toward Balin with an elated smile.

Bofur seemed to deflate then. “Okay.”

"Hey," Thorin’s hand clapped against his shoulder, "you’ll find your lass some day. It’s just not today."

Bofur nodded in thanks toward Thorin, then retreated to start his watch. ~ ~ ~ "The stars are so beautiful tonight." You murmured to yourself. At the moment you sat next to Balin with both of your backs pressed against the rock.

"Do you know about our constellations?" He questioned, and you shook your head and looked him in the eyes.

"No."

He was taken aback then. He found sudden adoration for the way the stars shone in your eyes, making your e/c irises look as if they were dancing in their own unique flame.

"Well," he suddenly grew parched as he pointed up at the glittering stars, "there is what we call Mahal’s Axe. You see, there? The stars connect to make an axe."

You squinted, then your eyes popped open and you grinned. “I see it.”

"And there. The constellations for the three mountain ranges. Ere-"

"Ered Luin, the Iron Hills and… The Lonely Mountain." You interrupted, your voice filled with marvel and wonder.

"Aye." Balin whispered, turning his eyes away from the stars to gaze at you. "Would you like to know more?"

You could barely contain your grin as you laid your head softly against his shoulder. “Yes please, Balin.”

And so you listened as Balin spoke, telling wondrous stories behind the many constellations that lined your view. He told you of how they aided travelers and folk in their time of need. Each story fascinated you, and before long you found yourself enveloped entirely. When he ran out of stories about the stars, you told him your stories. You told him of your battles, about the lore you knew of dragons and their marvelous attributes. Your own fascination fascinated him, and then your conversation lapsed into a different language entirely. He gave you tips and pointers, and you dug out your book and you both read together. Your head cleared, and you expressed your desire to learn Sindarin. To your shock, Balin also memorized a few phrases.

"You know so much of the world… You’re marvelous. Astounding, so beautifully amazing." You murmured late that night. The sun had begun to rise, and you still leaned against Balin affectionately, and his arm was now wrapped around you protectively.

Balin found himself blushing. “I… I don’t think I could ever compare to you. You say I’m so many things but words cannot express what I think of you.”

Immediately your cheeks heated as well. “Balin..”

It was then that the moment was shattered. Somewhere deep within the mountain a rumble started, then grew and multiplied. It caused the earth to shake and tremble, and you clutched Balin closer.

"What is that?!" You heard Kili call, and Bofur hurried back to the area.

"Oh no…" You murmured, and all eyes went to you. "We’re going to have to fight a dragon now."

And then, with their hearts in their throats, the dwarves descended into the mountain to save their burglar. ~ ~ ~ No one could believe what they had just witnessed. No one was ready for the tumult of emotions that overwhelmed them the moment Smaug burst from the ceiling of the massive pillared room and soared high toward the unsuspecting Laketown.

The company crawled their ways out of the mountain and watched as destruction was delivered to the town. Flames grappled to the buildings and destroyed them, causing pillars to collapse and for buildings to fall into the lake. You felt your heartstrings tear as you stood on the ledge of the cliff, watching the flames. It was obvious that Smaug did not plan on leaving any survivors.

"Oh no…" Your hands flew up to cup your cheeks. Tears pricked your eyes, but you held them back. You had to be strong.

"Wait.." Bilbo murmured as he peered over the ledge. His sharp eyes locked on Smaug as he soared through the air then, as though struck, he stopped mid flight. His wings flapped wildly in an inordinate fashion, his neck stretched toward the mountain. Then, when his wings failed him, Smaug the Great and Terrible collapsed into the destroyed Laketown.

Your eyes widened at the sight. “Did he just…”

"He did. He did." Bilbo repeated. "Smaug is… Dead!"

"He’s gone!"

He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone!

You couldn’t help but mentally cheer and you bunched your fists and swung them through the air. You couldn’t contain your glee. Finally. Finally, this adventure was at its end.

However, though most of the dwarves shared your enthusiasm, one dwarf did not. Balin stood with his arms limply at his side. Foreboding swelled within him. He knew… He knew that not all was over. And he was terrified.

His eyes locked onto you, seeing your glee and hopefulness reflected in your eyes. He was afraid that it would be destroyed, but he suddenly felt himself unable to let his feelings go unknown to you.

"Y/n." He called to you, and with your ecstatic smile, you turned to face him. "There’s something you must know…"

Your expression felt at his sober tone, but you nodded.  You watched quietly as Balin dug into his pocket and withdrew a small silver chain. For a moment you didn’t know what to think, and then you saw the pendant that was attached. And it was gorgeous.

Dangling from the elaborate chain was a perfectly carved pearl dragon with small red rubies as eyes.

"I found this for you… In the Orc cave. It was there and I thought of you, and how fitting it was…" He held the delicate chain, then looked to you with a smile. "May I put it on?"

Without a word you bobbed your head and turned, sweeping your hair over your shoulder. The cold metal met your skin and made you shudder, but as soon as it was clasped around your neck, you were completely warmed.

"Balin, it is so beautiful. I can’t believe… Why would you?"

It was not Balin’s voice that answered, but Thorin’s.

"If you cannot see the love Balin has for you, then you must be quite obliviousness to a number of things." The dwarf said, causing your eyes to pop open. "Now come, it is time to reclaim our treasure, and more importantly, the Arkenstone."

You were shell shocked, watching as Thorin strode past you toward the entrance. He gestured for the others to follow, and so they did. Eventually it was only you and Balin on the mountain side.

"He wasn’t lying, right? You really-"

"I wish I had told you sooner. That is my only regret, Y/n."

And then the two of you moved at once, your arms wrapping around each other. Your lips met each other’s in a kiss that could only be shared between those destined to be, and you held onto Balin as though your life depended on it.

When you withdrew your foreheads rested against each other, the heavy breaths of you and Balin being the only thing that needed to be heard.

"Men lananubukhs menu." You murmured ever so faintly.

"Men lananubukhs menu." He returned.

There you stood with Balin, in an embrace you wished to never leave as you both stared at the city of Dale and Laketown below.

~ ~ ~

Translation

Men lananubukhs menu- I love you.

[a-hibbity-hobbity]

WOuld it be to much to ask for a part three for the Balin dabble? It was cute xAx

There will be a part three ^.^ it's already written and will be published sometime tomorrow.