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✿ Prompt: You are the sister of Bilbo, and had come with them on their quest to the lonely mountain. Over the time of your adventure, you develop a crush on the dwarven king. You head back home to the Shire to tie up some loose ends but return back to your real home.
✿ Posted: 2/20/23
Smaug had been slain, Thorin recovered from his gold sickness, and the line of Durin had finally been returning to normal after their near-death experiences. Everything was finally peaceful.
Your brother had left Erebor a week ago, and now it was time for you to follow in his footsteps. It was a very abrupt decision that you made last night. This meant you haven't told anyone in the company, but that's because you didn't want anyone to make a fuss. That and everyone was so busy beginning the restorations of the mountain.
The banquet hall that you all shared was empty when you first awoke, so you took your time packing some of your small items into the bag. You’d just tied an extra blade to the side when you heard someone walk in.
"Are ya leavin?" Bofur’s voice echoed from the doorway, but you could hear his steps on the stone floor moving further into the room. You looked up at him from where you sat on the floor and softly smiled.
"I am. I have things to tie up at home," You started, standing up to fluff your bedroll from the dusty floor. "And I'm worried if I don't leave now, I won't be able to in the future."
He raised a suspicious eyebrow, "Did you at least plan on saying goodbye to everyone?" You let out a small laugh at that.
"Of course! I am not my brother." You joked. Dropping your neatly folded bedding onto your bag as you walked over to Bofur, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.
Afterwards, you made your way down the hall, stopping whenever you spotted one of your friends. Most of them seemed understanding but some seemed more sad than others. Especially, Ori. Ori wouldn’t let you go and Nori ended up pulling him away before giving you a half-hug with the arm that wasn’t holding Ori back. Dwalin gave you one of his gruff slaps on the shoulder and wished you safe travels. You’d received a few offers of a travel companion, but you turned them all down.
When you made it to Bombur, he had just finished breakfast. You gladly helped him plate up the food for everyone and clean up the mess. Plus, it gave you a little more time to talk with a few of them. You gave a tight hug to Bombur before picking up the last plate for Thorin, who always lost track of time in the mornings. It also allowed you to show a bit of your appreciation and adoration for him.
You slowly made your way down the halls until you were standing in front of the grand doors to Thorin’s council chambers. It had become normal for you to always greet Thorin and bring him breakfast before starting your morning trek through the mountain. But today, your stomach churned nervously as you stared at the door. You sucked in a breath, bringing your hand up carefully, and gently rapping your knuckles against the wood.
You tensed even more when you heard the faint voice, "Enter."
You used your free hand to push open one of the doors and slide in, closing it behind you with a loud click. "Good morning, Thorin." You hummed as you ambled towards him.
"Morning." He let his head rest in his hands as he stared at a parchment laid precariously before him. You reached down and pulled the paper out from in front of him, quickly placing the plate down in its spot. His head rose quickly, most likely to scold you for taking the parchment from him, but you placed a hand on his shoulder and he quieted.
“Bombur told me you didn’t have dinner,” You sighed. “And on my way here, Balin told me you never slept last night.”
Thorin let out a long sigh as he leaned back, eyes closing slowly. He looked so tired with the dark bags under his eyes. “I had more important matters to attend to.”
“You need to take better care of yourself Thorin, you’re still recovering.” You let go of his shoulder, placing the parchment next to his plate. He just huffed in response.
You took a few steps back, thinking over how to tell him you were leaving. It had been so easy telling all of the others, but the thought of telling Thorin made your heart ache and stomach churn.
“Thank you, for your concern.” Thorin’s voice broke the silence and you bowed your head. He opened his eyes, going back to look over the parchment but this time he picked at the food on his plate.
You couldn’t help but take in a shaky breath to attempt to calm yourself before speaking. "I'm sorry, I know you’re probably busy but can I take up a moment of your time?"
His head lifted to turn towards you, swallowing whatever food was in his mouth. "I'm never too busy for you."
Thorin’s sweet words made it harder for you. You evaded your eyes as you spoke in a whisper, "I’m leaving, Thorin." Your head snapped back up when you heard the legs of his heavy chair slide against the stone ground, he was standing now, eyes burning into your own.
"When are you leaving? Why?" His sudden hostile tone shocked you, he was so tired not even seconds ago.
"As soon as I sort out my stuff and say the last of my goodbyes.” Your voice quivered when you watched him turn his face from you. “I knew if I didn’t leave now, it would only be harder!”
"Let me send someone with you, it's not safe-"
You cut him off, "No. I need to do this myself." You could only watch as his shoulder tensed and relaxed in front of you. "Thorin, I'll come back. There are just a few things I need to sort out at the Shire.” Your words were but a whisper as you took a few steps to him, going to reach out and touch his shoulder, but he reeled away before your fingertips could even brush against his furs.
"Go then.” His cold tone and words cut deep into your heart, your eyes welling up with tears.
“Thorin-”
“Be on your way!” He roared, his head half turning so you could see the left side of his face. His thick brows were furrowed and eyes slit. You hated this side of Thorin, yet you could understand his anger. You knew he didn’t mean to react like this, he was never good at controlling his feelings.
You stood up straight and bowed your head, moving quickly to the door. You kept your back to him as you sucked in a deep breath, "I think I'll miss you most of all, Thorin." You slipped out of the door, quickly wiping off whatever tears fell down your cheeks. You could hear a loud clattering as soon as the door shut behind you. You so wanted to look back, but you knew you had to keep going forward.
You continued making your way around to say the last of your goodbyes and soon enough, it was time to go. You slipped out of Erebor, waving to Nori and Gloin who were watching the gate, and made your way back home.
It was scary at first, being alone and camping in the woods. But the knowledge from your first travels made you feel at ease. Soon enough you were back home at the Shire.
-.-.-.-.-.-.- 1.5 Years Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-
You hadn't planned on being away so long, but life had another way of flipping things around. After giving away your hobbit home, you acquired a pony for your trip and gave what you wanted to keep to Bilbo to hold on to. You didn't plan on coming back, despite your brother begging you to. He knew better though. After your adventure, you felt like the peace of the Shire was uncomfortably silent and boring.
The path to Erebor seemed more worn than before, and you even came across a few Dwarrow heading in that direction. You all traveled together through the forest but lost them when they broke off to go towards Dale to check out their improving markets.
You nearly couldn’t contain your excitement the closer you came to Erebor. You smiled to yourself as it came into view. The gates were fixed, holes were patched, and it looked chocked full of life. The birds and vegetation had returned to the mountain and the air had a sweet smell to it. You watched from down the path as what looked to be a Dwarrow family passing through the renewed gateway, four armored dwarves allowing them through.
As you approached, two of the dwarves aimed spears in your direction, causing you to pull back on the reins of your pony. "Stop! Whats yer buisness here?" One of the armored dwarves holding a sword shouted.
"I'm here to see Thorin." You called, swinging your leg over and slipping off your pony, you held your hands out to show you held no malicious intent.
A dwarf's eyes furrowed as he kept the spear pointed at you. "The king is not seeing any diplomats." His voice grumbled.
"Oh! Believe me, I’m no diplomat.” You laughed at that, placing a hand over your chest. “I'm part of the company of Thorin Oakenshield."
"You are a hobbit, a woman hobbit! I haven't heard anything of you." One of the dwarves yelled from above. Little did you know, his yell reached the ears of someone close to you.
You sighed and placed your hands on your hips. "Can you please find Dwalin, Balin, or anyone else by any chance?" As soon as you said that, Kili's head looked over the wall.
"Well look who finally decided to show up!" His voice yelled happily, your head turned up, a large smile spreading across your cheeks.
"Hello, Kili!" You laughed and turned towards the dwarves who reluctantly let you pass them now. One of them pass kind enough to take your pony as you walked in.
You could hear the quick steps coming down a set of stairs to your right, but you weren’t prepared to brace yourself when Kili slammed you into a bear hug. “I missed you so much!” His laugh was loud in your ears.
"Kili!" You whined as he squeezed you once more. When he finally let go you playfully slapped his chest.
"We’ve been worried sick about you! We got a message from your brother saying you left the Shire over four months ago!"
"That's my fault, I got sidetracked a few times along the way.” You said sheepishly. He hooked your arm in his, directing the dwarves to give your pony the best care and that your belongings be brought to one of the rooms in the royalty wing.
It was a lot warmed than you remember inside the mountain and plenty more lively as Kili took you on a grand tour to show what’s been changed since you’ve been gone. You were so happy to see your friends again and they seemed happy to see you. Though walking around with the prince did earn you a few odd looks from other Darrow’s, you held your polite smile despite that.
You stood in the industrious kitchen, watching as Bombur worked tirelessly with a few other dwarves. It was such a change from what you remember before. You had a lovely chat with him about the influx of ingredients they were able to receive now that the trade lines were opening.
Bombur pushed a plate into your hands, and you looked at him quizzically. “Take this to Thorin, will ya?”
“Oh, yeah, of course.” You patted his back with your free hand before leaving.
You were happy to help, but your nerves started to creep up on you. You ambled down the halls towards the council chamber. You were admiring all of the new adornments on the wall, but mostly you were avoiding the inevitable; seeing Thorin. Eventually, you stood in front of his intimidatingly large door. You sucked in a breath and lightly knocked on the door like you would before.
"I'm busy!" You heard his voice growl from inside.
You rolled your eyes and decided to enter anyways. You pushed the door open and kicked it shut with your foot.
"I said I'm-" His voice trailed off as he stared at you.
You evaded his eyes and walked forward. "I'm sorry, I know. Bombur asked if I could bring your dinner to you." You hummed and walked to his desk, reaching over him and sliding the plate in front of him. You stood there for a second as he stared at you like you were a specter. You rubbed your hands together and bowed your head. "Sorry for the intrusion, I'll come back later." You sputtered, turning to rush out of the room, but instead, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back onto Thorin's lap. You turned your head to him, mouth agape. You hadn’t expected him to react this oddly. You expected a cold look or even a simple ‘It’s great seeing you!’, not this.
"Where have you been?" His voice was soft and gravelly as one of his hands moved to cup your cheek.
"Thorin, I'm sorry." You looked into his eyes, your hands resting on his toned chest. He looked so exhausted and worn out. "I really didn't mean to be gone so long."
Thorin sighed, his head leaning forward and resting against your own. "You have no reason to be sorry. I treated you so coldly that day.” You could feel the brush of his beard against your chin. “I was worried that you wouldn’t return to me, that in my fear and anger, I let you slip through my fingers.”
You blinked rapidly in confusion, “What… What are you saying?” It almost sounded like he was professing his love to you.
“I cannot bare to lose you, (Y/N). My heart ached every moment while you were gone and I couldn’t find a reason why you plagued my every waking thought.” His hand dragged down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His eyes were soft and his breathing shaky as he continued. “Then it came to me. I love you. I love the way your hair falls upon your face, the way your nose scrunches when you’re irritated with me, the way you cared for me when I was injured.” A blush spread over your cheeks, but he wasn’t done. “I love the way you smell in the morning, the way your eyes sparkle in the sunset, and how your laugh was full of warmth.”
His eyes darted between your own, looking for any response from you. Your hands lifted to cradle his face, his eyes shutting as he waited. It was your turn to speak now, but you were completely awestruck at his confession. You sucked in a shaky breath before lifting yourself and gently pushing your lips together. Your stomach tingled as his lips moved along yours delicately. Your chest pressed to his as his hand pressed against your back, trying to move you impossibly closer. His soft kisses turned fiery as he devoured your lips. You heard a slight hum coming from his throat and you whimpered in response.
He pulled away first, his hard chest rising and falling as he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "I've been waiting for this for too long." He cooed, pressing your foreheads together again.
✿ Prompt: After the Battle of the Five Armies, you are tasked with keeping the line of Durin alive.
✿ Posted: 2/19/23
You had merged into Thorin’s company when they stumbled upon Beorn the skin-changer. You just happened to find Beorn a few weeks earlier as a traveling healer. After you helped with the injuries they had, it was decided by Gandalf that you would continue with them. You spent a good three months with Thorin and the company and had come to appreciate them all, and them you.
You loved watching Ori knit next to the fire. He was even sweet enough to teach you how to mend your own clothes and made you a pair of knit gloves that you carry with you at all times.
Bofur would tell the funniest stories when you and Bombur prepared dinner with him. You could always tell it was a really good story whenever Bifur would laugh and slap your back, saying words that you could understand.
Oin shared his healing techniques with you, and you to him. It was a wonderful learning experience that would come in handy later on. He also gifted you a small satchel to carry herbs in.
Gloin always has something to say about his beloved wife and son. You would always hear groans from the other members, but you loved listening to him rant and rave about his family. It was so cute to hear how much he loved them.
Thorin and Dwalin were both tough nuts to crack. Thorin seemed to welcome you in once you spat in the face of Thranduil in Mirkwood. You ended up buttering up Dwalin on accident. You had some cookies from another passing traveler that you helped and were eating a few when you noticed him eyeing down the small bag you were holding. You tied the top of the bag and tossed it to him. He seemed frazzled at first but grunted in appreciation.
Nori was an annoyance, but you still enjoyed him. You would always find him looking over something of yours that had miraculously ‘fallen’ out of your bag. He did try teaching you how to pick-pocket, but you weren’t very good at it.
You loved Dori and Balin. They were the ones that you would always go to for advice. They were the grandparents you never had. Dori especially seemed very mothering towards you, going as far as making sure you always were close enough to the fire.
Kili was a menace when it came to his teasing. There wasn’t a day that went by without some sort of joke that would make your cheeks heat up. You were glad you could take some of the attention from Bilbo though.
You loved going to Bilbo when you needed a civilized and calm chat. You both spoke of simpler times and gardens.
Fili… Oh, Fili was something special. Despite being like his brother, there was something else about him that just completed you. When he stepped in front of you to defend you from a spider, your heart fluttered. When he waded back into the water to pull you from your barrel, your stomach did flip-flops. When he grabbed your hand for comfort when his brother was sick, you nearly exploded.
When you reached Erebor, you ended up spending even more time with him as you both were on the same schedule looking for the Arkenstone. You hated to admit it, but you’d come to fall for the blonde dwarf, and spending every waking moment with him didn’t help. You only ever confessed your crush to Bilbo when he caught you gawking at Fili who just bathed in a stream. You never dared to tell Fili, too scared to ruin what you had now.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
After the battle of the five armies, the line of Durin returned to you tremendously wounded. We’re talking twenty minutes from death kind of injuries.
You and Oin were working around the clock trying to repair the damage that was dealt to your newfound family. Your weak heart allowed tears to fall from your eyes as you worked on Thorin, worried that they all wouldn’t make it. A few hours later you managed to stop the bleeding and suture any lacerations or mutilations.
By the twenty-sixth hour, your mind was worn out as you sat on a table mixing a salve as Oin mixed up the decoction. It was silent in the room, the only sounds being the small clinks of glass and breathing.
You jumped when you heard the door squeak open, the head of Dori popped in and you nodded at him, continuing with your work. He took this as an okay to come in, his eyes looked over the three men laying on the beds.
“How are they?” He asked, not making eye contact.
You had a grim smile on your face as you mustered up some words, “Mostly stable.”
You watched out of the corner of your eye as Oin’s head lightly drop before lifting again, You slid off the table and placed down your finished salve. You walked to Oin and plucked the decoction out of his hands.
“I’m not done with that!” He grumbled, reaching up for it. You moved it out of reach and walked to Dori, placing your empty hand on his shoulder.
“Do me a favor and get him to bed.” You pleaded, eyes looking between his.
“I don’t need to sleep. There’s much work to do!” Oin tried to argue but you just shook your head.
“It’s no help to either of us if you faint from exhaustion,” You gave him a sympathetic look. “I can handle it, don’t worry.” He grumbled a bit but didn’t fight as Nori led him out of the room.
You spent hours delicately washing the blood off of the dwarves' bodies and coating their wounds in the salve. By the time you were done and pouring small amounts of the decoction in their mouths, you were half asleep.
Your head lightly raised when a knock sounded on the door. You hummed in response as you began to gather all of the bloody tools that needed to be cleaned. The door creaked open and a grunt met your ears. You peeked over your shoulder to look at the dwarf who entered, Dwalin and it looked like Bofur was right behind him.
There was a low whistle from Bofur before he spoke, “Lass, I mean this in the nicest way,” He started. “You look terrible.”
You scoffed as you dropped the metal tools into a large basin. “I’m well aware, thank you.” You slowly blinked before turning on the water, a soft sigh leaving your lips as the cold slightly shocked you awake. Wiping your hands off on a towel, you pushed the herbs to the side now.
“Are they-” Dwalin stopped mid-sentence, seeing a sorrowful look in his eyes. You’re sure he must be in as much pain as yourself, seeing his best friend laying there.
You moved to him placing a tired hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “All alive. I’ve been keeping a keen eye on them.” You lazily smiled. You walked over to Fili’s bedside, a downcast look as you brushed the hair off his face. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath.
“When’s the last time you’ve slept?” Bofur asked. You thought for a moment and shrugged as you stood there.
“Not that long ago. I’m alright.” You brushed him off, opening your eyes and continuing to work on organizing the herbs back to where they were originally.
You weren’t aware of the looks that Bofur and Dwalin shared behind your back but it wasn’t long before Dwalin stepped forward and grabbed your hips, heaving you over his shoulder. A gasp slipped out of your mouth. You went to fight him, but limply hanging there only made you realize how tired you were.
“Sleep well dove!” Bofur’s voice called to your and Dwalin’s retreating form.
-.-.-.-.-.-.- 2 Weeks Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-
You and Oin had been keeping Thorin, Fili, and Kili under constant supervision. This meant 12 hours of your awake hours you spent in that room treating them.
Today, you were walking towards the room. You had a heap of books you planned to read during your downtime, but you froze in place when you could hear a voice inside the door, then a familiar laugh.
You rushed forward, books clattering to the floor, slamming the door open and looking towards where Kili lay. He was awake!
“Oh, Kili!” You cried out, running to the side of his bed and dropping to your knees. You grabbed onto his hand, excited to see one of your friends awake.
“Did you think I would die that easy?” He teased in a weak voice. You laughed and shook your head.
“I’m so grateful for that.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.- 1 Month Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-
You had been talking to Oin in the corner about making a balm for Kili to use on his own when you heard a low groan. You both turned towards Kili, expecting him to be whining about his pain again but he was staring at his uncle. You turned your gaze upon Thorin, watching his face scrunch up before his hand twitched. You quickly moved forward, bending over him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Thorin? Thorin can you hear me?” You asked before turning to Oin, “Can you hand me the macerate-” You were cut off by a painful hand around your arm, Thorin reeled forward screaming out a war cry.
Oin rushed to help you hold him down and attempted to calm him, but he acted as though he was still in the middle of battle. You received a good punch to the face, stumbling back before rushing forward again and holding him down with more ferocity. If it wasn’t for Kili, who stumbled into the hall and called out at the passing Dwalin, you’re sure you would have received much worse.
When Thorin finally calmed down and came to, he looked at you with a horrified expression.
“My deepest apologies, (Y/N). I thought you-” You smiled and placed a hand on his.
“Thorin, it’s alright. You’ve been through much more than I.” You reassured him with a small pat on his hand. “I’m just glad we all have you back, King under the mountain.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.- 2 Months Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-
Kili and Thorin were both mostly on their own at this point, only coming in every now and then for a tincture to help their pain.
But Fili… Fili was still sound asleep.
Every day you would talk to him as he lay in that bed. While you talked you would do things like clean him up, change his bandages, and even mix up some medicine just to prepare for the worst.
Today was draining. New dwarves were flooding into Erebor and in your free time, you were helping the others by showing the new Darrow their way around the mountain. Oin had a rough day himself and asked if you would be okay to cover his shift. You knew that nothing ever happened so you accepted.
You had just packaged up a few salves when a yawn hit you. You could probably get away with a small rest even though you knew you weren't supposed to. Your eyes glanced at the empty beds before they slowly drifted to Fili. Slowly shuffling to his bedside, you examined his features. He looked so comfortable and warm. You crawled up next to him, before carefully laying down. You lightly rested your head on his chest, ear pressing against the fabric covering his torso.
“Your heartbeat has always been so calming to me, Fee.” You hummed to yourself, letting your arm trace over a scar on his arm.
“I wish I told you how I felt before this happened. Hell, I wish I could tell you now.” You sighed, shutting your eyes and focusing on his heartbeat.
“No one is around to hear, I don’t see any harm…” You opened your eyes, moving up the bed towards his face. “I love you, Fili. From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew I did.” You placed a light kiss on his cheek.
“I would do anything just to see your smile again, to hear your laugh, to see your eyes sparkle in the sun.” You whispered before resting your head down on his chest again, slowly giving into the darkness of sleep.
You groggily blinked as you woke yourself up, unfurling yourself from Fili’s side. You grabbed onto Fili’s arm which now wrapped around your waist. You must have moved it while you rested.
“Oh Fili, your skin is so soft..” You murmured, bringing his hand up and placing a kiss on his palm.
You brought your head to rest back on his chest, “If you were awake, I would tell you how much I adored you…” you sighed. “How much I miss you…”
A few minutes passed as you laid on him, there was still so much you had to do before Oin came in, “I should probably stop talking and get to work.”
“Please keep talking, I love the sound of your voice.” A throaty voice crackled in your ear.
You let out a shrill scream as you flailed and fell off the bed with a slap against the cold stone ground. You stared up as you could hear the shifting of him on the bed.
“Fili?” You whispered as you shakily stood off the ground, his blue eyes were cracked weakly but a bright smile still played on his lips.
“Hello sweetling.” He cooed, arm feebly reaching out for you. Had it not been for your excitement of seeing him awake, you would have thought more about what he called you.
You swiftly crawled onto the bed next to him, sitting on your knees and cupping his cheeks. “Oh, Fili…” You whimpered, examining over him.”I didn’t think you were going to wake up…”
He used his hand against your back to gently direct you down until you were spooned to his side. “For a while, I dreamt of nothing. But then, it was you.” He sucked in a small breath, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek. “When I was about to give up, you came forward, urging me to return to you.”
You pressed into his hand but furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “What are you saying?”
“I love you, (Y/N). I should have told you before I left you on the ramparts.” He whispered, “The last few days I listened to your words of adoration, and I knew you felt the same about me.” He confessed
Your breath hitched in your throat. He had heard you. He had heard it all! Your cheeks heated up as you opened your mouth to find something to say, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak.
“I want to court you.” Fili announced confidently, his smile unfaltering on his stunning face.
“Fili…” You muttered in shock, his thumb brushed away a tear that escaped your eyes.
“It doesn't have to be now,” His voice lowered to a desire-filled whisper. “But I cannot possibly stand another second knowing you are not mine.”
You shifted where you lay, choosing to instead move and hover over him. He breathed deeply as you looked over him, his free hand coming up to rest on your waist. Your stomach did backflips as you leaned down, gingerly just brushing your lips together. He quickly leaned up, locking your lips together. His lips were feathery as you both familiarized with each other. He tasted of the tincture you’d last given him, and something else that was just so uniquely him.
His hand gripped your side harder, pulling you down until you were rested on top of him. Your cheeks burned as you reached up to brush a hand against his bearded chin. You reluctantly pulled your lips apart, Fili leaned up to try and follow but you placed a hand on his chest to keep him there.
You lovingly sighed as you bent down, pressing your foreheads together. “I am yours, FIli. I always have been.”
This is based on a 'Sickeningly Sweet Relationship Bingo Card' that I found and forgot to save. So if I find that post, I'll add it here!
I'm a bit rusty since I haven't written since 2019, so please feel free to send requests or comments on anything I need to change! Thank you and much love! <3
✿ Words: 1,037
✿ Themes: Kinda(?) Angst, Fluff
✿ Prompt: From bickering to makeouts
✿ Posted: 2/12/23
Something had been off with Dwalin the last few days and you had yet to find out why. He first had asked you to find him a sack. When you questioned him, he said something about needing to tote some things around. Then he asked you to pull out his winter cloak, saying it was for the upcoming cold season. Then on top of that, you could hear him late at night, sharpening his once dusty axe’s. He was up to something.
You tried and tried again to approach him about the subject, but he just kissed your forehead gently and told you the same excuses.
That same morning, he had asked you to back his bag for a few-day hunting trip that he hurriedly planned in a few days. Questioning him again, Dwalin dipped down and placed a loving kiss on your lips and left you standing in the doorway. You dumbly obliged to his wishes and reluctantly let him go through the door.
You packed up his bag with dried meats, loaves of bread, and other goods. Once you were finished, you decided to make use of the rest of your day and head to the markets. Maybe you could persuade him with his favorite dinner? You scoured the stalls for hours, trying to find the key ingredients. You had spent quite the coin at the end of the day, but you wanted to make Dwalin something special to boost his mood and maybe convince him to tell you what was happening.
Once you arrived home from the markets though, your heart dropped. His bag and axes were gone, along with a few other key items. You threw your basket on the ground and slammed the door behind you, quickly running towards the gate leading out of town.
You nearly tripped as you ran through the busy part of the settlements to find your betrothed. Your brain was running wild with many conflicting thoughts of anger and fear.
How long had he been gone? Too long. He’s probably too far by now.
Maybe he’s just going hunting? With his axes? No.
Did he plan on leaving you? He wouldn’t! He couldn’t.
Once I find him I’m going to tear him a new one.
By the good grace of Mahal, you finally caught him as he was just passing through the gates to leave.
Rage blinded you as you shoved his shoulder to get his attention. He didn’t even falter, “When were you going to tell me you were leaving? Once you came back?” Your voice was filled with venom, but there was a small shake of despair to your words.
His body did a half-turn in your direction, a sorrowful but stern look on his face as he gazed over everything but your own eyes. He turned back towards the forest with a shake of his head and continued walking. “Aye, go back home. This is no business of a woman.” His tone was calm but commanding.
You blinked a few times, your heart felt frozen with how cold he was acting toward you. "You thick-headed oaf! Don't you dare talk to me that way! I know this isn’t because of me being a woman." You hissed, following after him.
“I can’t keep ye safe outside of these walls, (Y/N).” He began, slowing his walk to a complete stop. He still wouldn’t face you, “I cannot promise yer protection.”
“I am not useless, Dwalin. I can help! You know I can handle myself in a fight!” Your voice betrayed you, you couldn’t help as the sadness overpowered your fury.
“No!” He puffed out his chest as he turned towards you now. “You will not follow me.” He demanded. If you hadn’t known Dwalin, you probably would have backed down there. But you knew him well, too well.
“Kakhafu durh 'umalul sakh mi mê!” You seethed the words through your teeth. He let out a large sarcastic laugh at you. (The back side of a troll is a more pleasing sight than you.)
“Like yer one to talk!” Dwalin scoffed and crossed his arms, eyes blazing down at you. ”Me asnân tada Mahal duhû kansu tah.” (You are proof that Mahal has a sense of humor.)
You took a step up to him now. “Sigin'adadmêzu kasat gairurukhs.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone. To the outside eye, it would almost seem as though you both were about to kill each other. But no one dared to step in if they saw you both. (Your grandfather was a goblin.)
He lowered his arms to his sides again, taking the last step between the both of you and pressing your chests together. Challenging him, you continued to glare into his eyes as he glowered down at you. “Adadmêzu duhû bintarg.” A hint of a smirk was dancing on his lips now. (Your father has no beard.)
As you went to open your mouth for another rebuttal, his hands grasped the sides of your face pulling your lips together in a rough heated kiss. The kind of kiss where your teeth clashed together and lips grew numb. You growled in surprise, but it wasn’t completely unwelcome. His lips were rough and calculated, his mustache tickling your cheeks and jaw. Your once rigid body slowly became limp in his arms as your lips melted together. Your teeth clashing simmered down to a soft interlocking of your lips. His hands slid down to your waist, hoisting you up as your legs hooked on his hips. You dragged your fingers into his beard, giving him a light tug. As you finally pulled away, he softly bit onto your bottom lip. Your rage was no longer as he held you so lovingly in his arms.
You unfurled your fingers from his beard, instead bringing your hands ups to caress his cheeks. "I'm going." You said in a much softer tone, thumbs rubbing in soothing lines. You searched his eyes for any sign of disappointment, but he just let out a muted sigh and held you closer.
"If you must," He huffed in agreement before adding a quick, “But if I say hide ye will!” You smiled and pressed your forehead to his.
This is based on a 'Sickeningly Sweet Relationship Bingo Card' that I found and forgot to save. So if I find that post, I'll add it here!
I'm a bit rusty since I haven't written since 2019, so please feel free to send requests or comments on anything I need to change! Thank you and much love! <3
✿ Words: 1,214
✿ Themes: Fluff
✿ Prompt: Staring into each other's eyes.
✿ Posted: 2/11/23
Tonight had been an especially frigid night. You had been tossing and turning just trying to keep your body warm by the fire. It was truly an unpleasant night. If you were on your back, your right side was cold. But if you were on your stomach your left side was cold. It was even worse when you completely faced or turned away from the fire.
After what seemed to have been hours (but was realistically only minutes), you sat up with a defeated sigh. There was no way you were going to get any sleep tonight. You looked around the clearing and over all of the sleeping dwarves. They all seemed so peaceful and content when they aren’t fighting orcs or fleeing for their lives. The light crackling of the fire and the soft breaths and snores soothe your thoughts.
You slowly stood up from your bedroll, moving close to the fire with your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. A glint of eyes in the tree line caught your attention as you sat on a tree log next to the fire. You narrowed your eyes to try and get a better look at who it was, a small smile spreading over your lips. It looks like Ori was on watch. Silently waving at him, he returned the gesture with a bright smile.
What a sweetheart.
You turned your attention back to the fire, only now noticing how stiff your hands felt. Attempting to warm them, you lightly rubbed them together close to the fire. A slight breeze blew past, making your whole body shiver. You were so cold that jumping into the fire seemed like a viable option.
“Psst.” A quiet voice cut through the air, pulling you out of your trance. Your eyes jumped from dwarf to dwarf to skim the faces around the flames until you spotted Bofur, eyes slightly cracked open.
You silently tilted your head in question. His hand raised and signaled you over.
Bofur had always been the most approachable of the dwarves to you. When you first ran across them, they all seemed skeptical of you. But not Bofur, he accepted you with open arms and an open heart, making you feel like he genuinely cared for you.
He had been your go-to person when you need a lookout to wash up or if you generally needed help with something. Truthfully, you found yourself falling for him with every sweet thing he said or did for you.
One moment that stood out, in particular, was the first week you traveled with the company. Your body hadn’t been used to walking for long distances yet. Aches and cramps plagued your muscles with every passing day. One night, He came up to you with no words, just lifted your legs onto his lap and slowly started to rub your tense calves. His fingers were like heaven against your skin, applying just enough pressure to work out the strained muscles but soft enough that it didn’t hurt.
You stood again, crossing your arms to contain your light shivering. Slowly moving towards him and being as quiet as possible not to wake any of your other friends.
When you finally reached him, you took notice of how the flickering light of the fire licked over his skin deliciously. His hat was discarded to the side of his bedroll. You swallowed thickly, pushing down any depraved thoughts.
He didn't say anything as you looked down on him. He just smiled that lovely smile up at you, eyes half-lidded. His arms raised towards you causing your head to quirk in silent question. Slowly, the gears turned in your head, your cheeks heating up as his actions finally dawned on you.
He wanted you to share his bedroll.
“Oh, Bofur.” You started with a swift shake of your head “Uh- I shouldn’t… cant! I can’t.” You corrected yourself.
“Just lay down lass.” His voice was thick with sleep. You blinked for a few seconds before lowering yourself onto your knees at the very edge of his bedroll. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you forward onto his chest. You did your best to haphazardly toss your blanket on you both.
“Mahal (Y/N), you’re freezing.” He cringed, eyes clenching closed as your frozen skin meshed with his own warmth.
You placed your hands on his chest to push yourself up before speaking, “I’m sorry, I can go back to the fire.” Your breath hitched when his arms tightened around you, not letting you up.
Both of his eyes opened now, a subtle look of concern peeking out. “No. Stay.” The desire in his voice kept you locked in place. You waited for any sign of reconsideration but there was none.
Slowly lowering yourself back down onto him, you began shifting around for a moment, his arms loosening to allow you to get comfortable. As you slid off of his chest to lay next to him, his left arm moved underneath your head as his right rested on your waist.
You couldn’t help the content hum that passed your lips. He was providing enough warmth under the blankets for the both of you.
Everything was so quiet, despite the occasional crackle and snore. Time seemed to slow in this position. Both of you stared into each other's eyes like you were entranced. After a while, his right arm tugged you closer so your torsos were pressed together. You're sure that your face is bright red now. When his right arm slowly moved upwards, fingers lightly trailing against your skin, a shiver ran up your spine.
You open and close your mouth looking for the right thing to say, but settled on bringing a hand up to stroke one of his soft braids. His hand comes to rest on your cheek, thumb rubbing in warm circles.
Unknowingly, you both had been closing the small gap between each other. You could feel a light brush of his mustache against your cheeks.
So close…
Watching carefully as Bofur’s eyes moved down your face, pausing on your lips before making their way up again. Your heart fluttered excitedly, the cold air soon forgotten.
Bofur’s thumb lightly brushed over your bottom lip, leaving a hot trail in its wake. Your eyes flickered between his as you pushed forward, your lips connecting hungrily. You were completely at his mercy.
Despite Bofur's lips being lightly chapped, they were soft against your own. His tongue teased at your lower lip, moving into a light nibble. A soft moan escaped your throat as you parted your lips for him. Your tongues mingled together, he was so warm and sweet.
Bofur pulled back, littering a trail of kisses over your cheek and down to your neck. Any attempt to catch your breath was halted when he began to suck the skin meeting at your shoulder, a quiet whimper flitting past your lips. You could feel his grin widen against your flesh as he placed one last kiss on the spot.
He pressed his face into your hair, whispering a small, “Bunnanunê.”
You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair. “What does that mean?” You hummed.
“My tiny treasure.” Bofur breathed before removing himself from your hair and taking your lips again.
