You looked over at the front door as you heard Coco’s keys jingling in the lock. Swinging the door open, he took a step into the home and looked toward the couch. A smile made its way onto his face as he saw you sitting there and you returned it, patting the couch beside you. He tossed his keys down onto the counter and toed off his shoes, leaving them by the door as he started making his way to you. He sat down beside you just as you had motioned for him to and leaned his head back against the back of the couch, his tired eyes locked with yours. You reached over and ran your fingers through his dark locks, a knot in the front curl snagging on your finger. You worked the knot out and kept running your fingers through his hair as you looked at him lovingly.
You were standing, or were you spinning? No, surely standing. Your brow furrowed as you felt your body sway back and forth. Your eyes refused to open, as if held shut by an unseen force, while you struggled to maintain balance in unfamiliar surroundings. Forcing a deep breath through your nose, you exhaled slowly as the world around you began to still.
Finally, the pressure released. Opening your eyes, you squinted at the dim light that shocked your senses after what felt like an eternity in darkness. The room revealed itself slowly—a stone floor, stone walls, and a breeze billowing from down the hall, where countless ornate doors stood shut.
Your tongue felt heavy as you tried to speak, to call out. “Maybe now isn’t the best time,” you thought, surveying your surroundings. With a newfound sense of mobility, you realized you could move.
“Feels strange,” you murmured aloud, the sound breaking the silence and making you startle, eyes darting down the hall as if expecting someone to appear.
“Why am I... afraid?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, a realization dawning that you weren't entirely in control.
“Where am I?”
Suddenly, as if observing from above, you watched yourself move down the hall with purpose, seemingly knowing where to go. Panic gripped you, your heart pounding in your ears. “Wait, no! We don’t know if it’s safe!” You tried to call out, but your voice echoed unheard down the hall.
You couldn’t move to follow. Looking down, your form was no longer in the stone hallway but in a bedroom. A crackling fire caught your attention, warmth flooding through you and drawing a gasp from your lips.
“What—” It had been so long since you’d felt warmth. Your gaze swept the room, but a nagging feeling nagged at your mind. A dull ache throbbed in the back of your skull as your eyes landed on the tools in the corner. “Smithing... tools?” You attempted to move closer for a better look, only to find your feet rooted in place.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and the whispers of a discussion made it’s way to your ears. You drifted closer to the voices, the air crackling around you and the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. One voice felt familiar, warm and gruff tones resonating in the hallway, mingling with a measured tone of an elder. Your curiosity pulled you forward, almost as if drawn by an unseen force.
The door creaked open silently as you entered the room, finding yourself in a library bathed in the soft glow of ancient manuscripts and maps. Thorin and Balin were deeply engrossed in their discussion, their faces etched with determination.
“There must be a way around them, Balin,” Thorin's voice rumbled, echoing with a mix of frustration and determination.
Balin nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the intricate details of the maps spread out before them. "Their surveillance is tight, but not impenetrable," he affirmed. The council was lazy, often putting up displays like this for show. He reached for a map that seemed newer than the rest.
He laid it out on the table, revealing what appeared to be a map with detailed surveillance plan dotted with symbols and annotations. Your eyes traced the lines and markings until Balin drew your eye to a corner of the map. No dots. No symbols. No annotations.
Thorin leaned in, studying the map intently. "This opening," he murmured, pointing to the spot with his finger. "Could this be our way through?"
Balin's eyes gleamed with a flicker of satisfaction as he nodded, tracing a route on the map with a deliberate finger.
"Yes, it's a blind spot in their patrols, Thorin" Balin explained, his voice steady but with a hint of something unsettling beneath the surface. "If we move swiftly and quietly, we can bypass their main defenses."
Thorin straightened, his jaw set with determination. "We leave just before the first peaks of the new dawn," he asserted, his voice resolute. "They'll be changing shifts."
Balin's gaze sharpened as he nodded slowly. "The perfect moment to strike," he murmured, his tone betraying a calculated edge that sent a chill down Thorin's spine.
Thorin glanced at Balin, a flicker of unease crossing his features before he masked it with a nod of agreement. “Aye, perfect indeed.”
Before you could attempt to speak again, it was like you were pulled underwater. A rushing sound pulsing against your eardrums as the view in front of you dulled and morphed into a blank void. You jolted awake with a cry, tears streaking down your face, your heart racing in panic. The remnants of the dream clung to your mind like cobwebs, but the details slipped through your grasp like water through fingers. Confusion washed over you as you struggled to make sense of the swirling emotions and now fragmented images.
"Thorin!" you called out, the name bursting from your lips with a desperate plea, though its significance remained elusive to your clouded memory. Sitting up in bed, you clutched the sheets tightly, your chest heaving with rapid breaths as fear gripped you.
The room around you felt unfamiliar, shadows dancing in the dim light of the moon filtering through the window. A fireplace crackled softly, casting flickering shadows that seemed to flicker like elusive memories just beyond reach.
Who were Thorin and Balin? Why did their names stir such raw emotion within you? How did you know them? Where did you come from before waking in the forest? These questions echoed in your mind, accompanied by a profound sense of loss and yearning that you couldn't quite place.
"No, who are they?" you murmured aloud, your voice trembling with uncertainty. The dream had felt too real, too vivid to dismiss as mere fantasy. It had left you shaken, vulnerable, and grappling with a sense of foreboding that chilled you to the core.
Your hands shook as you wiped away tears, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within you. A clock chime broke through your thoughts as you looked out the window. “Noon, already?” Your brows furrowed as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. The chill of the winter air sent shivers down your spine as you hurriedly put on your day-clothes.
Outside, the clergymen’s voices grew louder, their urgency rising as they implored the masses to heed their call. “We must repent to end the suffering! These winter clouds are no natural phenomena, they are messages from the gods! We must heed their demands!”
The words echoed through the narrow streets, mingling with the whispers of the wind that carried the biting cold of approaching winter. You hesitated as you went to grab your boots, visions spurring in your mind.
“Thorin--” He shushed you with his lips, his embrace enveloping you in the scent of forges and the comforting aroma of pine and cedar that lingered around his hearth at night. His kiss was sweet, reminiscent of pomegranate seeds—a taste you savored, knowing it would soon be a memory.
As his lips danced with yours, a bittersweet realization dawned. This was your farewell with the god of fire and invention, the deity who had brought warmth and love into your life.
“Please don’t forget me,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible amidst the rush of emotions. A tear trickled down your cheek, tasting of salt as it slipped past your lips. Thorin pressed his forehead against yours, his touch a mix of solace and sorrow.
“I could never forget you,” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm against your ear.
The memory unfolded like a fragile parchment, revealing moments of laughter and whispers shared in the glow of his hearth, moments of tenderness and passion that now flickered like embers in the recesses of your mind.
The urgent calls still echoed through the streets, but you brushed past them, your mind consumed by fragmented memories and unanswered questions. Thorin’s kiss lingered on your lips, a fleeting taste of something lost yet unforgettable. His and Balin’s presence in your dreams felt too vivid, too real to dismiss as mere figments of imagination, and now this...
As you walked, the cold air nipped at your cheeks, reminding you of the harsh reality outside the confines of your own mind. Each step forward felt like a hesitant plunge into the unknown, guided by an insatiable need for clarity.
Your feet guided you, moreso than your own mind, as you left the main streets for a less traveled path. The snow crunched against your feet, making you all-too-aware of the silence and solitude now encompassing you as you made more distance between you and the city.
Ahead, you spotted the stone structure, tall and imposing against the pristine white of the snow-covered landscape. The door, once grand with intricate carvings and gilded accents, now showed signs of neglect, its paint chipped and faded with time.
With a shaky breath, you reached out and pushed open the heavy door, wincing at the loud creak it emitted as it swung inward. The interior greeted you with an eerie stillness, the faint scent of ancient incense lingering in the air. Before you stood an empty altar, its surface bare save for a few scattered remnants of offerings long since gone.
A flicker of uncertainty washed over you as you stepped further into the dimly lit sanctuary. Shadows danced along the stone walls, casting ghostly shapes that seemed to whisper secrets of forgotten rituals and silent prayers.
You approached the altar cautiously, the weight of your questions pressing upon you like the chill of winter outside. What were you seeking here?
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“Did you not hear me?” Thorin suddenly turned, and for a moment your memories flashed back to his Dragon Sickness, his screaming amidst the gold hoard while you all searched for the Arkenstone.
“I made my order, and I am not going back on it.”
“Thorin, please, you’re being unreasonable,” You urged, pausing in your trail after him, you felt your pulse quicken. His eyes were darkened, and for a moment you felt uneasy as he stared.
“I’ve made my decision, I am the king, I decide.”
“Thorin-”
“I am your king!” Thorin bellowed out, glaring as he leaned forward with his words making you take a step back.
The room grew silent as he stared at you, and for a moment you felt like arguing, arguing that he’s not being himself and that you did not deserve to be spoken to in such a manner. But instead, you took another step back.
“I’m sorry,” Your voice was eerily professional as you clasped your hands in front of you. “I thought you were just…Thorin, to me,” The weight of the crown pressing onto your head was suddenly heavier than ever before. The uneasy feeling in your gut returned, and suddenly you were aware of just how different Thorin felt in this moment. This wasn’t your husband.
“(Y/n) I-”
“My mistake, my King,” You smiled. “Do you need anything else from me, or may I be excused?” You could feel the eyes of the guards on you as embarrassment crawled up the back of your neck. Of course this had to happen in public, being made into a spectacle. No one could deny Thorin’s decision, not even his wife.
“(Y/n),” Thorin was softer now, bodily language shifting as he took a step towards you before stopping.
He took in your body language, the way you leaned back away from him and how your eyes refused to meet his. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Thorin nodded, “You are excused.”
“Thank you, my King.” You bowed your head just slightly enough to show proper professional respect, but not enough for your crown to slide before turning and exiting the hall, lip quivering as soon as your back was turned to him.
“Have a good evening, my King,” were your final words as you disappeared from sight, tears stinging your eyes.
That was the last that you had seen of Thorin, as the moment you left you called upon your handmaids to assist you in moving your things to another suite just down the hall. For days you succeeded in avoiding him, until tonight.
“A letter, from the king,” The messenger said as they passed the envelope to your hands, uneasiness settling in your gut. Divorce papers? You couldn’t help but go to the worst case scenario as you nodded, “Thank you,” You gave a small smile before dismissing the messenger.
Turning to your desk, you carefully opened the envelope, slicing the wax seal with your letter opener.
Eyes drifting over the paper, your brows furrowed. It was an invitation to dinner.
Looking out the window, you realized it was nearly that time. Sighing, you weighed your options. Don’t go, or go and see what Thorin has in store for you.
“If you’re scared, then do it scared,” You recalled your mother’s words, always the one to tell you to do the thing you didn’t want to. Groaning to yourself you felt the urge to slam your head down on your desk but instead you simply dropped the letter on your desk before calling for your handmaid.
“I kindly request your assistance, I’m needing to dress for dinner.”
-
The dining room was empty when you arrived, making your heart sink. Just like so many dinners scheduled before, Thorin hadn’t shown up.
Glancing towards your usual seat, you noted that two plates of food were already prepared, still steaming. So, the cooks thought he would show.
Rounding the table, you instead chose to wait by the window, staring out over the vast green hills and ridges that led to Dale and eventually, to Laketown.
“Thank you for finding this,” Thorin’s words caught your ears but you didn’t dare move, enjoying tracing the path of the Running River, imagining yourself on a little boat drifting down said river.
“I know this is her favorit- (Y/n),” Thorin paused, breathing out your name as his face brightened with a grin. You showed up.
Being addressed, you internally sighed, turning to acknowledge him.
“Thank you again,” Thorin dismissed the servant before returning his gaze back to your form, the room going silent as his eyes glanced over you from head to toe. It had truly been days since he saw you, during the day being so wrapped up in meetings and ‘urgent’ matters, he hadn’t had a chance to try and reconcile with you sooner.
“Don’t look at me like that,” You broke the silence, looking away and feeling tears sting the back of your eyes again.
“Like what?”
Scoffing, you shook your head, “Like you still love me.”
“(Y/n) please- I’m sorry,” Thorin put the bottle of your favorite spirit down on the table before rounding it to get to you.
“What I said to you was not okay, not in any situation,” He reached out, a flicker of hope dancing in his chest as you didn’t recoil, allowing him to take your hands in his. “I cannot provide an excuse for my actions, nor can I provide a reason for both are dismissive for how much I’ve hurt you.”
“Please look at me,” One of Thorin’s hands released yours in favor of cupping the side of your cheek, the warmth of his hand was the breaking point as a tear finally escaped and trailed down your cheek. Looking up at him, you were surprised to find guilt and anguish at the sight of your tearful face, his thumb gently sweeping over the swell of your cheek to wipe it away.
“I look at you like I love you because I do love you, please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I’m not a king to you, I am Thorin, the blacksmith you met so many years ago.”
“Are you?”
“I am, and I will do whatever it takes to reassure you of that.”
Reaching your hand up you gripped his hand, your breath leaving in a shaky exhale as you shut your eyes. Thorin leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you will let me, that is?”
“Always,” You murmured, briefly opening your eyes before they slipped shut again as Thorin pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, the ache from being apart becoming apparent as you relished in his touch.
“Now, let’s eat,” Thorin murmured after pulling away, not wanting to separate from you but knowing you both needed dinner.
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hey idk if u active but, u see im pretty new to lotr and the hobbit (ik i am late to the party) but i am really in need of some thorin x reader where the reader used to be from a royal family until orcs attacked her palace, as she becomes older she finds Gandalf who invites her to join Thorin's Company-- once in the company she tries to hide her identity since her story in known well in erebor, one day she hears the dwarves telling that story to Bilbo, and Thorin notices the pain in her eyes <3
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“You haven’t heard?” Bofur turned to Bilbo with wide eyes. The Company was all gathered around the campfire, sitting around in a circle together as they waited to eat their dinner of a rabbit stew that Bombur was cooking.
“Well us hobbits don’t hear much, unless it’s the stories Gandalf tells us,” It was true, hobbits weren’t known for leaving the comforts of their homeland and the only news they got was through the travelers and merchants that came through their towns. They wouldn’t necessarily call that reliable, though.
“Well…” Bofur looked around, face growing grim as he recalled the story. “The (L/n) family, known for their kindness and democratic policies-” Bofur began explaining how well loved your family was, making you raise a brow. Not often did someone state this part of your history.
“It was a full moon in the middle of winter…” Bofur’s words made you stiff, your body tensing and your eyes suddenly hyper-focused your vision on the dirt near the fire as you realized what story he was about to tell.
“The orcs of the West banded together and entered the kingdom in a secret fashion, doing silent kills of the guards along their way to the castle gates.”
The entire Company grew quiet, all knowing how sad the event was.
“While the royal family was sleeping, they entered the palace.”
Shutting your eyes, you tried to take deep breaths through your nose as each memory of that night flashed through your mind.
“Where are you going?” You asked your big brother, looking at him with wide eyes as he put you in the secret tunnels beneath the floor. He was nervous, breathing heavily as he gave you a bag of clothes and food.
“I’ll be right back, I need to grab-” You couldn’t hear what else he said as he mumbled to himself, shutting you down in the tunnels for safety as he left the room.
As you sat in the darkness, suddenly screams filled the halls, making your eyes widen as you looked up at the latch.
Covering your mouth, you held in your own cries of terror as footsteps thudded on the ground above you.
“No, please!” Your brother pleaded, making tears sting your eyes as you heard the swish of a blade, maniacal laughter following it. A sickening crunch was heard as your brother’s body was disfigured for sport, the blood seeping down through the floor, dripping near your feet.
“They say the princess escaped,” Bofur continued the story, oblivious to your painful memories. “Her body was never found with the rest of the family, and they suspect that the family knew for years about plots against them,”
“Why would they suspect that?”
“They found plans in the king’s office that indicated they wanted to build secret bunkers and tunnels for safety.”
Thorin wasn’t really paying attention to Bofur anymore, instead honing in on you as you looked at the ground. Your eyes were glassy as you recalled the stench of death when you came back to your home days later. The images of their bodies engraved in your mind as well as the blood splatter caked onto the family portraits. They had tried to run, but they weren’t fast enough.
You remembered the bile that filled up in your throat when you saw them, the way you ran to the nearest bathroom to vomit in the midst of your sobbing.
Zoning back into reality, you realized a single tear traveled down your face. Making it look like you were adjusting your hair, you carefully wiped your face, but the pain in your eyes lingered.
“Stew’s ready,” Ori called out to the group. You watched as everyone got up to get their food, Bilbo pausing when you didn’t stand up.
“Are you going to eat?”
“Nah, not very hungry right now.” You replied, faking a smile as you got up to go to your bedroll.
Thorin stood, carefully making his way over to you. The pain on your face was unmistakable, something only someone who lost everything could detect. Just like him, you lost your family and your home.
“I am so sorry for your loss,” He murmured lowly so no one could hear him. Your eyes snapped to lock with his as shock took its place on your face as he gave you a sad smile.
“What’re you talking about?” You faked nonchalance, tilting your head.
Thorin shook his head at you, understanding why you would still want to hide your identity.
“You don’t have to say anything, just know that you have someone to talk to if you so wish.”
As Thorin began to walk away, you replied, voice barely above a whisper.
“What will you do, now that you know?” You were terrified, the last time someone found out you were hunted for weeks like a rabbit being chased by hungry wolves.
Thorin turned back to you, looking over his shoulder for the briefest moments to ensure you still had your privacy.
I feel weird
my stomach feels odd
like butterflies are fluttering about
like strings are wrapped around my heart
and they tighten every time I hear their voice
every time they laugh
I can feel myself grinning
I get lost in my head
thinking about them for hours on end
but I can't tell them
it would make things weird
how do I tell them that I like them?
what if they don't feel the same?
it'll make everything awkward
it will form a wall between us
will they avoid me afterwards?
will they treat me differently?
I can't risk it
I won't
I won't risk what we have
for a small chance of something more
for a small chance at my happiness
so I'll just wait
wait and hope that they make a move
wait and see if all my worrying was for nothing
cause I can't lose them
I feel weird
my stomach feels odd
like snakes are crawling around inside me
like chains are wrapped around my heart
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“Did you not hear me?” Thorin suddenly turned, and for a moment your memories flashed back to his Dragon Sickness, his screaming amidst the gold hoard while you all searched for the Arkenstone.
“I made my order, and I am not going back on it.”
“Thorin, please, you’re being unreasonable,” You urged, pausing in your trail after him, you felt your pulse quicken. His eyes were darkened, and for a moment you felt uneasy as he stared.
“I’ve made my decision, I am the king, I decide.”
“Thorin-”
“I am your king!” Thorin bellowed out, glaring as he leaned forward with his words making you take a step back.
The room grew silent as he stared at you, and for a moment you felt like arguing, arguing that he’s not being himself and that you did not deserve to be spoken to in such a manner. But instead, you took another step back.
“I’m sorry,” Your voice was eerily professional as you clasped your hands in front of you. “I thought you were just…Thorin, to me,” The weight of the crown pressing onto your head was suddenly heavier than ever before. The uneasy feeling in your gut returned, and suddenly you were aware of just how different Thorin felt in this moment. This wasn’t your husband.
“(Y/n) I-”
“My mistake, my King,” You smiled. “Do you need anything else from me, or may I be excused?” You could feel the eyes of the guards on you as embarrassment crawled up the back of your neck. Of course this had to happen in public, being made into a spectacle. No one could deny Thorin’s decision, not even his wife.
“(Y/n),” Thorin was softer now, bodily language shifting as he took a step towards you before stopping.
He took in your body language, the way you leaned back away from him and how your eyes refused to meet his. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Thorin nodded, “You are excused.”
“Thank you, my King.” You bowed your head just slightly enough to show proper professional respect, but not enough for your crown to slide before turning and exiting the hall, lip quivering as soon as your back was turned to him.
“Have a good evening, my King,” were your final words as you disappeared from sight, tears stinging your eyes.
That was the last that you had seen of Thorin, as the moment you left you called upon your handmaids to assist you in moving your things to another suite just down the hall. For days you succeeded in avoiding him, until tonight.
“A letter, from the king,” The messenger said as they passed the envelope to your hands, uneasiness settling in your gut. Divorce papers? You couldn’t help but go to the worst case scenario as you nodded, “Thank you,” You gave a small smile before dismissing the messenger.
Turning to your desk, you carefully opened the envelope, slicing the wax seal with your letter opener.
Eyes drifting over the paper, your brows furrowed. It was an invitation to dinner.
Looking out the window, you realized it was nearly that time. Sighing, you weighed your options. Don’t go, or go and see what Thorin has in store for you.
“If you’re scared, then do it scared,” You recalled your mother’s words, always the one to tell you to do the thing you didn’t want to. Groaning to yourself you felt the urge to slam your head down on your desk but instead you simply dropped the letter on your desk before calling for your handmaid.
“I kindly request your assistance, I’m needing to dress for dinner.”
-
The dining room was empty when you arrived, making your heart sink. Just like so many dinners scheduled before, Thorin hadn’t shown up.
Glancing towards your usual seat, you noted that two plates of food were already prepared, still steaming. So, the cooks thought he would show.
Rounding the table, you instead chose to wait by the window, staring out over the vast green hills and ridges that led to Dale and eventually, to Laketown.
“Thank you for finding this,” Thorin’s words caught your ears but you didn’t dare move, enjoying tracing the path of the Running River, imagining yourself on a little boat drifting down said river.
“I know this is her favorit- (Y/n),” Thorin paused, breathing out your name as his face brightened with a grin. You showed up.
Being addressed, you internally sighed, turning to acknowledge him.
“Thank you again,” Thorin dismissed the servant before returning his gaze back to your form, the room going silent as his eyes glanced over you from head to toe. It had truly been days since he saw you, during the day being so wrapped up in meetings and ‘urgent’ matters, he hadn’t had a chance to try and reconcile with you sooner.
“Don’t look at me like that,” You broke the silence, looking away and feeling tears sting the back of your eyes again.
“Like what?”
Scoffing, you shook your head, “Like you still love me.”
“(Y/n) please- I’m sorry,” Thorin put the bottle of your favorite spirit down on the table before rounding it to get to you.
“What I said to you was not okay, not in any situation,” He reached out, a flicker of hope dancing in his chest as you didn’t recoil, allowing him to take your hands in his. “I cannot provide an excuse for my actions, nor can I provide a reason for both are dismissive for how much I’ve hurt you.”
“Please look at me,” One of Thorin’s hands released yours in favor of cupping the side of your cheek, the warmth of his hand was the breaking point as a tear finally escaped and trailed down your cheek. Looking up at him, you were surprised to find guilt and anguish at the sight of your tearful face, his thumb gently sweeping over the swell of your cheek to wipe it away.
“I look at you like I love you because I do love you, please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I’m not a king to you, I am Thorin, the blacksmith you met so many years ago.”
“Are you?”
“I am, and I will do whatever it takes to reassure you of that.”
Reaching your hand up you gripped his hand, your breath leaving in a shaky exhale as you shut your eyes. Thorin leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you will let me, that is?”
“Always,” You murmured, briefly opening your eyes before they slipped shut again as Thorin pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, the ache from being apart becoming apparent as you relished in his touch.
“Now, let’s eat,” Thorin murmured after pulling away, not wanting to separate from you but knowing you both needed dinner.
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Hi, can you do a part 2 to Thorin X witch Reader X Bilbo please. I really enjoy reading your writing it makes my day.
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“What’s this?” You spoke mostly to yourself, just halting from exiting your room. The hallway was barren this morning, and you had planned for a morning of solitude with a very eventful day of meditation and herb collection. Instead of handcrafted gifts and delicately written poetry sitting on your doorstep, Bilbo and Thorin stood.
The morning sun seeped through your door and into the hallway, illuminating the two in a soft golden light whilst giving you a haloed silhouette.
“Good morning,” You gave them both a nod, though your confusion was visible on your expression as Bilbo spoke first.
“I wanted to see if you would join me for a walk this morning-”
“And I was wondering if I could speak to you… Privately,” Thorin added, side eyeing Bilbo as he thumbed the courting bead in his pocket, returning his gaze back to you.
You paused as you looked at the two- truly looked at them and took in their mannerisms. Thorin’s thumbing of something in his pocket, his brows rooted together in a deep furrow as he awaited your response, while Bilbo tapped his foot, a sign he was nervous.
“Is this what I think this is?” You leaned against your doorway, arms crossing over your chest. The two quickly melted into a calm-faced panic.
“What?” Bilbo nearly squeaked, flustered at you seeing through them so easily.
“I appreciate your anonymity, it was interesting I will admit,” You grinned, “But I truly must ask- Is this what I am assuming it is?”
“That would depend on what you think this is,” Thorin did his best to keep his expression cool.
“Is this an attempt to officiate a courting with me?” You clarified, looking between the two.
“Well… I–”
“Yes,” Thorin, always the blunter of the two, spoke up.
“Well it appears we have a problem,” You furrowed your brow, looking perplexed.
“You don’t want either of us,” Bilbo said simply, trying to sound matter-of-fact but the sadness in his tone was clear as a bell.
“No no,” You shook your head, “You both are lovely,” You gave Bilbo a smile before giving Thorin one as well.
“However, I just don’t know how I would ever decide between the both of you. If it was my choice, I’d court the both of you.”
Bilbo and Thorin turned to each other, looking the other up and down before looking to you with determination in their eyes.
Could you please do a pippin x female hobbit reader? Perhaps one where they’ve been friends since childhood and he decides to tell her he loves her? I’ve seen your other fantastic Pippin fics and I love them, you capture his personality so well 🥹 have a lovely day! x
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“Pippin!!” His name fell from your lips in a screech before you dissolved into laughter, the two of you were baking but that quickly turned into a playful flour-throwing match. You were covered- flour in your hair, on your face, all over your dress and apron, not to mention your counters.
“You started it!”
“Did not!” You refuted with mock rage, the grin on your face giving you away as the poor mixing bowl sat half empty now, tipped on it’s side with the contents now over the counter. Your hand was fisted, flour and chocolate chips gripped and ready to be thrown.
“You so did too–” Before he could get another word, flour was thrown, some getting into his mouth but most of it erupting on his face.
He went silent, eerily so and for a moment you thought he was upset before he chuckled, wiping some of the flour away.
“You’re going to get it,” He playfully threatened, lunging for you to which you dodged and skirted around the island counter, fleeing into the den with a cackle erupting from your throat as you felt him gaining on you.
A surprised yelp left your throat as suddenly you were pulled back by the waist the two of you crashing to the floor with an ‘oof’, the two of you erupting into more laughter. “Now that was uncalled for, Pip,” You laughed as he hovered over you, having thrust his arms out to avoid fully landing on you.
“Pip?” You looked up at him as he seemed frozen, staring down at you with a look you couldn’t decipher.
In this moment, Pippin felt like time had halted. Your eyes were gleaming with a happy glint, your hair - albeit covered in flour - looked perfect in the sunlight from the setting sun, your lips stretched into a grin making your soft plump cheeks more pronounced.
“Pippin? What’s wrong?”
“(Y/n),” He breathed out, almost like your name was a prayer he recited every time he needed strength. Pippin gulped, his throat suddenly dry.
“Pippin?” Your face was etched with worry now, and he knew he had to say something before you grew more concerned-
“I love you, so so much,” Pippin suddenly declared, feeling heat rise to his cheeks as your eyes widened.
“W…What?” You felt like you needed to check to see if there was water in your ears because surely he didn’t mean to say that.
“I love you, (Y/n), I always have, ever since we hid in Farmer Maggot’s field from your uncle after we-”
“-Stole his pipe and filled it with hay,” You finished, your expression softening.
“Oh Pip… I love you too,”
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Requested by: @kazenomegaminowanpisu “Can I request something from frodo, like his reaction when his fem elf s/o put a flower on his ear” I hope you enjoy this!
You hummed to yourself as you entered your greenhouse, sitting your basket on the wooden stool you had at the entrance. Grabbing out your apron, you loosely tied it around your waist as you grabbed the gardening shears from its pocket.
Daily you would enter your greenhouse, checking for any ripe fruits and vegetables as well as cutting off fresh flowers for a daily bouquet to have in your home. The fresh flowers combined with the fresh baked breads Frodo would bring home had your heart feeling fuller than ever, so you did your best to make it a routine.
As you clipped your flowers, a collection of daffodils, buttercups, calendula, and baby’s breaths, you paused as you noticed a familiar foot.
Grinning, you peaked your head around your working bench, Frodo’s frame becoming more visible the further you looked.
The afternoon sun was warm against Frodo’s cheeks as he rested in your greenhouse, book to his chest as he laid against a sack of mulch. A peaceful expression adorned his face as he napped.
Unable to help yourself, you snipped another buttercup but left it with a shorter stem than the others. Moving back to the entrance, you laid your bouquet in your basket before turning back to your working bench.
Spinning the flower in your hand, you put your other hand over your mouth to stop any laughter from coming out.
Crouching down next to Frodo, you carefully brushed aside his dark curls, making his brow furrow. You paid it no mind as you put the flower over his ear and re-arranged his hair.
“What’re you doin’?” Frodo’s sleepy voice caught your attention, pulling your focus from ensuring his hair didn’t block the beautiful blooming flower to his baby blue eyes.
“Just giving my beloved a worthy accessory,” You grinned, watching as his face flushed and one hand removing its grip on his book to drift upwards to fondly stroke the petals of the flower now helping ‘accessorize’ his face.
Frodo’s face bloomed with a fond smile as he shook his head, his mind still a bit foggy as he worked to give you a verbal response.
“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching as he sleepily nodded.
“The best accessory ever,” He murmured as he blinked a few more times to wake up.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm….” Frodo rubbed the sleep out of his eye. “I think I’ll need one everyday now,” He couldn’t help but tease.
Happy Fili Friday everyone! I hope you all are doing well and enjoy this little soft piece for a good Fili Friday.
“Fi…” You were breathless, you didn’t think this would be what he had taken you here for. The sun peeked through the trees, playing peek-a-boo against your skin as the morning air left a chill under the shade, the birds chirping softly in the background with the sound of a waterfall not too far away. He took you to a secluded area in the forest, where the thick trees broke way into a small field of flowers.
Fili tried to fight the anxiety bubbling in his chest as he held out the bead to you. “I made it… For your hair… I know it’s not the best in the world–”
“I love it,” Your soft smile melted his anxieties away as his rambling dissolved into a soft smile of his own.
“I know I told you about courting customs… But I just wanted to make this clear, now,” Fili cleared his throat, a blush rising on his cheek, he felt his neck grow warm. “(Y/n), would you do me the honor of letting me court you?” He questioned, nervousness clear in his voice, afraid that once he said it out loud the bubble of what you two had would pop.
“I gladly accept, Fili,” Your eyes twinkled as your smile widened, moving closer to softly knock your forehead against his, your noses brushing together. “I love you,” He exhaled, raising his hand to bury it in the hair at the base of your neck.
Your lips locked together in a soft kiss, his other hand making its way to the small of your back as your hand cupped his cheek, feeling the scratching sensation of his beard beneath your hand.
“I want to do this right…” Fili whispered as he pulled away, his hand moving to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “So, may I prepare your hair for the braid?”
Hi Luna, I had a really bad day and it wasn't fun. Is it ok if I ask for a Thorin x witch reader x Bilbo. Where reader is a really powerful witch. She is sweet, karing, and understanding. But if you mess with this whitch or hert the ones she loves, she becomes scary scary. One of the things she doesn't know is that Thorin and Bilbo are both trying to win her hart. Romance, comedy, and action please.
Hi Nonnie, Here you go:
Tilting your head you stared down at the two items at your doorstep. One was a smooth stone painted a deep blue and covered in protection runes with gold paint on each of the rune indentations. The other was a parchment paper, rolled up with light green ribbon keeping it tied shut, a vibrant white flower tied to it as well.
“What is this?” You inquired, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you picked them up. Two different admirers, two completely different types of courting.
“How interesting,” You murmured, taking the items in and setting them on your desk before taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. Nodding at your reflection, you gave yourself a smile before grabbing your room keys and locking the door behind you.
Walking from your room to what is now turning into Erebor’s town square, you nodded at everyone you passed, giving them polite smiles as they bowed their head. You weren’t a queen or a lady, no, but you were powerful and they all knew the stories of the witch who helped their king defeat Azog the Defiler.
“Good morning,” You called out to Thorin and Bilbo who each turned to you with smiles of their own.
“Good morning, (Y/n), how has your day been?” Bilbo asked, a soft look in his eyes as you approached them.
“It was going good, got some gifts this morning,” You said nonchalantly as you tucked your keys into your skirt pocket to look over the plans that they had laid out on the table.
“Oh?” The two said in unison, side-eyeing each other as they realized they both were all too interested in who else left a gift at your door.
“Mhm,” You nodded, oblivious to their glares at each other.
“They both seemed rather nice.”
As your words reached their ears, Thorin and Bilbo decided that friendship be damned- they both would fight to win your heart despite the other.
(A/N: Thank you everyone for being patient! Yesterday was an adventure…To say the least. I didn’t get home until around 10pm and then of course had work all day today. I hope you all enjoy this, though!)
To say Thorin was skeptical of your appearance was an understatement.
You seemed so unknowing of the world and its inhabitants. Not even knowing how to react at the sight of Bilbo’s feet, or Balin’s ears. But Gandalf trusted you, giving Thorin what seemed like a knowing smile as he advocated for your presence.
“You never know what could happen, Thorin,” Gandalf reasoned, “And just like with Bilbo, she could be instrumental.”
“Fine,” Thorin huffed, eyeing you up and down. “Get her a contract.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Gandalf waived his hand, making all the dwarves pause, skepticism very clear in their expressions. Everyone on this journey would receive a payout, to show the expectations and requirements of them-
“I will not be joining your journey in order to obtain payment, Mr. Oakenshield,” You piped in, giving a smile as you adjusted your bag. You never told them about why you’re truly here, and you doubted they would believe you.
“She is my apprentice, so I can vouch for her,” Gandalf could practically smell the magic in your body, and he knew that if you were here, it was for a reason.
“Do you think it’s wise?” Balin asked Thorin as he held the blank contract that was awaiting your signature.
“No… I do not,” Thorin side-eyed you and Gandalf as the older wizard began to pull you into the hall, ignoring the dwarves hushed murmuring.
“Uncle, if Gandalf thinks she could be useful then-”
“Why not have her?” Kili finished Fili’s sentence, feeling some odd pull toward you. His eyes followed your body down the hall until you were out of sight, having left the hobbit hole with Gandalf.
Thorin sighed, looking around the Company.
“She won’t be bound by contract, so, she can leave at any time and we aren’t responsible for her whereabouts or ailments,” Thorin vocalized, feeling his gut twinge at the thought of you ending up in a ditch somewhere with broken bones that he couldn’t do anything to stop-
It wasn’t unknown that dwarves valued women, especially their safety. So, trying to take a woman on a perilous journey was not something he was keen on doing, but…
“We must trust the wizard,” Thorin finished, taking a seat once more to continue eating his soup.
“You wanted to speak with me?” You asked, feeling small as Gandalf practically towered over you, the two of you moving to sit on the bench near Bilbo’s gate.
“Yes, yes,” He hummed, pulling out his pipe.
“It’s not often that a person like you comes to this land,” Gandalf explained, lighting the pipe with his fingertip.
“Someone…Like me?” You felt nervous like you broke some unspoken rule and Death was going to swallow you in a pit of darkness-
“You are here for a purpose, yes?” He inquired, “May I know what it is?”
Eyeing the wizard from head to toe, you felt calm in his presence. He was already kind enough to vouch for you and your need to be near the Durin’s, and even got you your spot with them on their journey.
Humming, you looked to your hands, then glanced at your satchel.
“I died,” You blurted out, looking up at him, “I died, and then when I was approached by Death to move on, they gave me a task,” You confessed, looking to the twinkling stars.
“What was the task?”
“To protect the Durin’s,” You admitted, “I don’t know what they need protecting from or why they are going to be in danger but Death believes that they’ll be taken too soon, and it’s up to me to protect them from that fate.”
“I see,” Gandalf hummed, puffing out his smoke. The smoke swirled and crafted a butterfly, fluttering through the air and toward the moon. “Then I suppose you would benefit from this information,” Gandalf pulled out a scroll from his own bag, carefully placing it in your hands.
Unraveling it, you raised a brow at the dark ink. “I can’t read this,” You said simply, confusedly scanning the document.
“I doubted you would be able to, it’s Black Speech,” Gandalf explained, “There is a price on Thorin’s head, and I’m sure when scouts report that his nephews are alive…Well..”
“There will be a price on them too,” You mumbled, heart feeling heavy as the image of the ink was etched into your brain. Rolling up the scroll, you passed it back to Gandalf.
“I’ll do my best,” You spoke softly, unsure if you were talking to yourself, or to Gandalf, or to Death, or even to no one at all.
“I’m sure you will,” Gandalf muttered, “We leave tomorrow at dawn.”
Based off of this request:
“Could I request something with the reader being an angel who ended up in middle-earth because Death screwed up and accidentally sent her to the wrong world, and now she’s just like “well, I guess I’m here now,” and assumes the position of guardian angel for the three Durins?”
AN: Thank you for the request! I plan to split this up into three parts, this is sort of the prologue bit where the reader is assigned their task. I hope you enjoy!
“What now?” You asked, staring at the void in front of you, your lifeless body in the hospital next to you.
“You go forward,” Death simply replied, mist shaping into a hand to gesture toward the path that began to wound before your feet and arch. White symbols with meanings that have been long forgotten by the human realm, pooling together to create a sturdy bridge.
“Where does this take me?” You knew death was inevitable, succumbing to your injuries was a blessing, but now fear began to take hold of your heart; rattling around like a wild animal in a cage as you pondered what you were walking towards.
Would heaven be the image that the churches of your land described? Becoming an angel to watch over the rest of your family while sitting in paradise with your other loved ones? Would you go to heaven at all? Is there a heaven-
Your thoughts were interrupted by Death’s gentle voice. “Where you are needed.”
Before you could question them further, it was as if your body had a mind of its own- stepping closer and closer to the bridge until you were on it. And then it was moving.
Now having control of your body, you jerked as the bridge began moving similar to a roller coaster cart. A hissing sound erupted from both sides of the bridge, with two railings guiding up for you to hold onto.
“Where I’m needed,” You murmured Death’s words to yourself, gulping as the void began to take shape. No longer was it a desolate endless black mass but replaced with trees as tall as skyscrapers accompanied by a rich blue sky. You were in a forest.
“This isn’t how heaven is described,” You murmured, looking around, “Or hell,” You added, remembering having to read Dante’s Divine Comedy and his descriptors of hell during your schooling.
The bridge began to groan, making your eyes snap down to your feet in fear that you’d be dropped only for the bridge to begin to stall. The white symbols began to shift to an aged brown, and the railings became textured beneath your fingertips. Magic soon shifted into wood as the bridge settled over a running river. No longer did it appear to be a guider of souls, but a simple bridge built decades past.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded, looking around as acceptance began to fill your being.
“Where am I?” You mumbled out loud, attempting to step off the bridge only to be halted, the air around you rippling with the same white symbols as before.
“Hello?” You called out, eyes wide as you looked around you, waiting for the mist that Death once was shrouded in to appear; Instead, whispers filled your ears.
“Find the Durin’s,” The voices spoke, “You are to guard the Durin line.”
“Guard the Durin line,” You whispered back in affirmation. “Yeah how the heck am I supposed to-”
Suddenly it was as if you were pushed, your body lurching forward. Stumbling, you threw your arms out to catch yourself when you realized you weren’t barefoot anymore.
“Wait a minute-” You looked down at yourself.
You were no longer in the hospital gown of before, replaced with a tunic and pants tucked neatly into boots that laced together and reached just below your knees, all appearing to be of shimmering silver. And on your shoulder, a bag began to manifest.
“What is all of this?” You asked out loud, turning back to where the bridge was, only for it to be gone.
“This is getting really old…” You sighed, reaching your hand down to open the bag. Instead of maybe food, water, you know, necessities, sat a simple notebook and a pen.
Raising a brow, you pulled it out, opening the book to see instructions. “Write what you need,” You read out loud, eyes shifting to the pen that was hooked to the book’s spine.
“Give me a map, to the Durin’s,” You wrote carefully, “-And the travel supplies I will need to get there,” You added, realizing since you were in the middle of nowhere, you might have some traveling to do.
Instantly the bag was a lot heavier, “Jeez-” You gasped, opening the bag again to see a carefully rolled map pressed up against a loaf of bread and a water tin.
“Hopefully they aren’t too far,” You nodded to yourself, putting the book in the inner pocket so it was easier to locate when you’d need it next.
“Durin’s, here we go,” You tried not to think too much of how you’d approach them and inform them that Death themselves tasked you with guarding their lives, instead choosing to start marching through the woods with the map firm in your grasp.
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A/N: I was cleaning yesterday and a commercial came on talking about how people like their drinks certain ways, and I immediately thought of this!
Sniffling, you rubbed your nose with your sleeve as you shoved the key into the door.
“I can’t be with you anymore. I don’t know what this- is” His words struck your heart, his hand movement and face of disgust showed you his true personality.
“What do you mean? This?” You were confused, hurt, betrayed, but mostly lost. Where did this come from?
“Yesterday you told me you loved me and that you were excited for our date this Friday… And now you’re telling me you don’t want to be with me anymore… We’ve been together for almost a year?”
“You’re just too much for me.”
“Too much? I don’t understand–”
“You expect too much from me.”
Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you pushed open the door, keeping your head high. You didn’t want Kili, your lovely roommate, to see you so upset.
Taking a deep breath, you lightly smacked your cheeks before putting your shoulder bag on the hook, carefully taking off your flats and setting them in the shoe rack, next to Kili’s running shoes.
“Helloooo!” Kili called out from the kitchen, the sound of his pan sizzling as you walked further into the home. His hair was put up into a low man-bun, his black long-sleeve spanning across his broad shoulders, baggy sweatpants hanging from his hips.
He didn’t turn from his task, but as he heard you approach he continued to speak, “How was your day?” Kili questioned as he reached into the spice cabinet for chili powder.
“It was alright,” You murmured, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
Kili’s movements halted, the distress in your voice undeniable. It was clear to him that you weren’t going to say a single thing that upset you.
Exhaling through his mouth, he puffed up his cheeks for a moment before looking at you. “Well that’s good, why don’t you go relax? Dinner should be ready soon, I’ll call you when it’s time,” He grinned, watching you nod, not looking at him so he wouldn’t see the redness of your eyes.
“Sounds great!” You tried to sound chipper as you disappeared down the hall to get changed into something more comfortable.
Kili turned the stove on low, placing the pan lid over the pan to keep it warm before getting to work.
Starting the electric kettle, Kili grabbed out your (f/color) mug and began to prepare your favorite tea. “This should be a good pick-me-up…”
“Dinner!” Kili called to you, placing the two plates on the table, silverware and cups of water already placed.
“Thank you, Ki,” You grinned at him as you sat in the wooden dining chair, confusion covering your face as he walked back into the kitchen.
“Aren’t you eating?” You called out, not wanting to start without him. “I’ll be right there!” He called back to you, to which you nodded despite him not being able to see you.
“Okie dokie,” You yelled back, pulling out your phone to check your notifications.
“Here we go,” Kili came back in, a wide grin on his face as he placed your mug next to you.
“What’s this?” You questioned, setting your phone down with a small smile growing on your cheeks.
“Two sugars, a swirl of cream, (f/tea).” He grinned, looking like an excited child who just presented his mom with his first ever drawing. So proud and wide eyed.
“Kili…” You breathed out, looking up at him before looking down to the mug of steaming tea.
“What’s wrong?” Kili questioned, noticing your lip beginning to tremble.
“Nothing… Thank you,” You smiled up at him, your eyes glassy as you brought the mug to your chest before taking a tentative sip.
“It’s perfect.” No one had ever paid attention to your routine to know you took exactly two small spoons of sugar and just a two second swirl of cream in your tea to make it perfect for your taste buds. No one would notice your saddened expression after a hard day.
No one but Kili.
Kili’s worried face brightened as he leaned to press a kiss on your forehead. “I’m glad.”
