Welcome To Middle Earth

She/Her. Welcome friends! Just your average millennial writing all things Hobbit & LOTR related. Ask box is open but response time is slow as I prepare for TRSB26 ❤️

[hightower-1992]

Welcome to Middle Earth - Masterlist.

Disclaimer: All characters, locations, and elements of Middle-earth referenced in these stories are the intellectual property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No copyright infringement is intended.

Welcome friends!

I’m J, frequently called Hightower by my friends (long story). If you’re looking for fluffy one shots, head canons, reader POVs, funny story lines, and/or smut, you’ve come to the right place.

LGBTQ+ friendly.

Also, f*ck AI :)

The Hobbit

Thorin

Thorin x Reader headcannons

A Simple Lock Of Hair

How Thorin, Fili, and Kili would kiss you

A Stubborn Fool

How the company would protect you during an orc attack - Thorin, Dwalin, Bofur, Kili, Fili

A Little Foolish

A Quiet Moment. Rated: PG (suggestive but not explicit).

Oath

You Are My Heart

Welcome Home

Grumpy King

Thorin as a Husband

Stolen Glances (continuation from A Stubborn Fool)

Kiss Her, You Fool

Seeking Pleasure (Explicit! 18+)

Fili

Fili x Reader headcannons

For Us.

How Thorin, Fili, and Kili would kiss you.

Absolutely Noticed.

Unwavering Faith.

How the company would protect you during an orc attack - Thorin, Dwalin, Bofur, Kili, Fili.

Interesting Timing

Steel and Silence

Fili as a Husband

Where You Both Belong

Five Minutes

Straight to the Point

Jealous?

Slow Morning

Kisses and Knives

Kili

How Thorin, Fili, and Kili would kiss you

How the company would protect you during an orc attack - Thorin, Dwalin, Bofur, Kili, Fili.

Partners in Crime

Glances

The Company

How each member of the company would admit their feelings

What the company smells like

How the company would protect you during an orc attack - Thorin, Dwalin, Bofur, Kili, Fili

Silent Saviour

You

Requests

How the members of the company react to a gentle reader turned skilled warrior

An Arranged Marriage with Fili - Headcanons

Hope (Thorin x Reader)

Headcanons for Fili - domestic life

All the Gold (Thorin x Reader)

Bilbo’s Sister & The Dwarves

Unrequited Love - Thorin, Fili, and Kili

Height difference (Fíli)

The Company & Anxiety

Crumbs & Courtship (Dwalin x Hobbit Lass/OC)

The Company and Your Hair

Jealousy

Feelings (Kíli & Writing Prompt)

The Company & Your Hair

Lord of the Rings

Boromir

Stay a Moment

Éomer

Sparring Match

Requests

How they react to you being a skilled warrior (multi male characters)

[hightower-1992]

Hello 👋 I love your writing, especially about the Durin boys. I was thinking that since Fili was Thorin's heir that he would probably have advisors and such putting a lot of pressure on him to marry and have kids to help secure the Durin line (especially since Thorin never had children). And I feel like this opens up an opportunity for the fake dating trope. Like he just isn't ready to marry yet and perhaps he has a friend/acquaintance whose family is also trying to marry her off to someone she hates so they come to an agreement to pretend to be courting to get these people off their backs. Then of course lots of time together and closeness and of course they have a kiss for some reason and then feelings and all that good stuff. Just a suggestion!

Fake dating trope is *chefs kiss*

It’s on the list! Requests are very slow right now because I’m focusing on TRSB26 ❤️

[pilkypills]

when Thorin was on the dock talking to Fili about some “I cannot risk the fate of this quest for the sake of one dwarf” bullshit I just know that blonde boy was pissed as hell remembering how he got shoved in a bag and almost eaten bc his uncle was too noble to see some guy he barely knew and liked even less get ripped apart by trolls

[gloomwitchwrites]

*sprints to ask box* hi, hello! I would like to request Éomer head canons! Romantic, SFW, NSFW, anything! I am in dire need of more Éomer content to love. ❤️

We could really use more Éomer content, which is just a reminder of all the wips I have for him sitting around...should get to those.

SFW

Always insists on doing his own ceremonial braids, only for Éowyn to fix his work because he never manages to do them correctly.

Knows the name of every horse and rider in the Rohirrim.

Enjoys good weather when riding, but when he’s in Edoras, he doesn’t mind a bit of rain.

He’s extremely overprotective of his sister, at times losing his temper with potential suitors who he deems unworthy of her.

Éomer likes people as much as he likes horses though he doesn’t always show it.

Éomer has a bit of a sweet tooth, indulging in extra portions when given the chance.

While he enjoys mead, Éomer is more likely to encourage drinking contests rather than participate himself. But when he does, he usually wins.

While his heart lies with Rohan and with the Rohirrim, it’s lonely at times upon his return home. He longs for someone, more than family, to greet him.

Terrible with romantic gestures and words, oftentimes blunter than his original intentions.

NSFW below the break

Lost his virginity in the stables as a young lad, tumbling the in the hay with a sweet maiden. It was over quickly with neither of them particularly satisfied.

Deliberate with who he takes to his bed. Unlike other men, Éomer doesn’t run through women, preferring to make choices with a level-head (thought that doesn’t always happen.)

When at home in Edoras, Éomer prefers sleeping naked, enjoying the feel of furs against his skin.

Enjoys sex after a fight. Still coated in dirt and blood, he thrives in the rawness of it, of the fleetingness of life.

Prefers it rough and raw or slow and deliberate. Éomer likes to be in the moment, taking things as they come, not plotting a course but simply riding along with the journey.

Not much of a talker during sex. When he does speak, his words are intentional.

Takes a more dominant role in the bedroom. He leads the Rohirrim and leads in sex.

A giver until the end, loves feasting between a woman’s thighs all day. Would stay there forever if he could.

When he or his partner comes, he wants to look into their eyes as he does it.

Even on the road, Éomer finds private time with his hand, especially when he’s stressed and needs relief.

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[hightower-1992]

🥵 my man

[hightower-1992]

hi lovely! i'm simply dying for more lotr/hobbit writers and enjoyers, so since i saw your requests open i come humbly with one: could you do a thorin x fem!reader where thorin and reader have been married for some time (in an everyone lives au because in my mind the scene with him dying never happened), however, there's no heir yet.

concerned about their king's older age his advisors suggest a concubine (to which thorin refuses ofc) and when a noblewoman from the iron hills comes to visit and starts flirting with thorin, mentions of getting a new wife start circulating.

what are reader and thorin going to do?

(feel free to discard if you dont like and have a wonderful day lovely <3)

I promise I’m working on it 🥰

[hightower-1992]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out!💜

But actually this is so sweet, it made my day 🫶🏼

[unicornedup]

those 3-4 people who always are liking my posts immediately i love you and you know who you guys are

[hightower-1992]

different anon, but i really liked the prompt list you linked. if you're looking to write another one i would like to see how you'd use #3 "i cannot change my feelings for you, believe me i fucking tried." for fili. feel free to lose the F bomb if it interferes with the middle earth vibe. have a good day!

for Fíli? Abso-freaking-lutely 🥹🫶🏼

(No warnings - F bomb removed)

•••••••••••••••••••

Music echoed through Erebor’s great hall as you slipped away, the corridors growing quieter the farther you went until the only sound left was the soft scrape of your boots against the stone floor. You told yourself that was why you’d come out here.

To breathe. To think.

“You’re getting very good at disappearing.”

You froze.

Fíli leaned against the stone arch behind you, arms crossed, though you knew that there was nothing casual about the way he was looking at you.

“I’m not avoiding you,” you said, the words falling from your mouth far too quickly to be convincing.

His brow lifted. “You haven’t spoken more than five words to me in a week.”

You avoided Fíli’s gaze, focusing instead on the flickering shadows stretching across the corridor walls as guilt slowly crept in. He noticed. Of course he did. Fíli always noticed when it came to you.

“I’ve been busy.”

“So have I,” he replied, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to you. “That’s never stopped you before.”

You exhaled slowly. “Things are different now.”

“Because I’m a prince?” he asked.

“Yes.” The word landed harder than you meant it to.

Hurt flickered across his face but he didn’t step back. “And what does that make you?”

You hesitated. “Someone who doesn’t belong in that world.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is,” you insisted, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze. His eyes searched yours so openly it nearly unraveled you. “You have duties, expectations, people who rely on you. You can’t just choose—”

“Why not?” he cut in.

“Because it’s not just about you anymore!”

“It’s never just been about me,” he shot back, frustration slipping through at last. “Not since the Company. Not since you.”

You swallowed hard, throat tightening painfully. “That’s exactly why this has to stop.”

“This?” His voice dropped. “You mean whatever it is between us that you refuse to name?”

“Yes.

“No.”

The certainty in his tone made your breath hitch.

“You don’t get to end something we’ve never even allowed ourselves to start,” he said.

You released a shaky breath. “I’m trying to do the right thing.”

“For who?” he demanded.

“For you!”

His jaw tightened. “You keep saying that like I don’t get a say.”

“You don’t understand—”

“I understand perfectly,” he interrupted, stepping closer again, near enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from him in the cold corridor air. “You’re afraid. Not of me—but of what this means.”

“Of course I am. This could complicate everything.” You murmured.

“Then let it,” he said plainly.

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is for me.”

You shook your head, taking a step back. “Fíli, please, just let this go.”

Something in him snapped, not into anger, but into something far more honest. “I cannot change my feelings for you,” he said, the words breaking free. “Believe me, I tried.”

You stilled.

“I told myself it wasn’t right. That it wouldn’t work. That you’d leave, or I’d have to,” he continued, voice quieter now but unwavering. “I tried to bury it beneath duty, beneath expectations, beneath everything waiting for me here.” His eyes locked onto yours. “But none of it mattered.”

Your throat tightened as tears slowly pooled in your eyes, tears threatening to fall with every passing second.

“It still doesn’t,” he added. “Not compared to this.”

“Fíli…” Your voice wavered.

“No,” he said gently, but firmly. “If you’re going to walk away from me, at least be honest about why.”

You looked down, your resolve unraveling. “Because I love you.” The confession came out softer than you expected, barely above a whisper, but it struck between you like a blow. “And loving you means knowing I don’t fit in your future.”

For a heartbeat neither of you moved. Then he stepped closer again, closing the distance you’d tried so desperately to create until there was barely space left between you at all. “You don’t get to decide my future for me,” he said quietly. “You’re already in it.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“It is if I say it is.”

You almost laughed, breath shaky. “You make it sound so easy.”

A small smile touched his face then, softer than before, though his eyes never left yours. “I don’t think it’ll be easy,” he admitted honestly. “I just think it’ll be worth it.”

You searched his face carefully, desperately, looking for hesitation and uncertainty, but you found none. There was only warmth. Certainty. Love so painfully clear it made your chest ache.

“This could change everything,” you whispered.

“Good,” he said softly.

Your heart twisted painfully at the simple answer. You tried to be reasonable, distant, sensible. You tried to convince yourself that wanting him was selfish. Slowly, almost cautiously, finally surrendering to the inevitable, you let your hand brush against his.

This time, he didn’t hesitate. His fingers closed around yours instantly, warm and sure. “Stay,” he said, quieter now, not as a command, nor as a plea, but in quiet hope.

And this time…

You did.

Tags: @morethantheycansay @starry-night-lover1

[muldermuse]

[jenniferjacobs06]

I need him like I need to breathe air omll

[hightower-1992]

It’s a HOBBY 😮‍💨

[hightower-1992]

😭 I can’t believe it. I started this blog just a few months, finally committing to sharing stories that have been sitting in a draft folder for what felt like forever. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read, like, comment on, and reblog my posts ❤️

[hightower-1992]

Hewwo!!!!!

Hi friend!

[hightower-1992]

You (Reader Monologue x The Hobbit)

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying (sorry, folks)

This one has been sitting in my drafts for quite some time because it’s so far out of the norm for what I write but I’m deep in my feels tonight.

Tags: @starry-night-lover1

They say there is glory to be won in battle. But there is none of that, not truly.

There is a brief moment before battle where the fear takes hold of you, when you become strangely aware of the breath in your lungs, the weight of your weapon in your hands, and the thundering of your own heartbeat.

 I could feel mine in my throat. And I wanted to run.

 But I did not.

 Because he was there.

Fíli stood just ahead of me, standing in such a way that convinced others to believe that he felt no fear at all. But I knew him better than that. I saw the way his fingers tightened around the hilt of his blade. The way he exhaled slowly, steadying himself.

I wish I had gone to him. I wish that I had taken him in my arms and memorized every detail of his face. But the horns sounded before I could move and the moment was lost to the chaos of the battle.

War is not glorious. No, it is loud and suffocating and endless.

I lost sight of Fíli almost immediately, one moment he was there and the next he was gone. I fought toward to where I thought he had been but the battle dragged me away, again and again. Still, I held onto hope.

He is alive.

The thought became the only thing that kept me moving, even when my body wanted to give out.

He is alive.

When I finally found him, it felt like the world righting itself, if only for a moment. I dropped beside him, my hands already searching, already trying to mend what I could not understand…

 We won that day. The mountain had been reclaimed.

But the silence did not feel like victory to me.

I heard Kíli before I saw him, his voice was broken in a way I had never known it to be. When he reached us, he dropped to his knees so suddenly I thought he might collapse entirely. I could not look at him. I did not need to. I felt his grief as if it were my own, sharp and unrelenting. There is something unbearable about watching someone else lose the same person you have just lost. It makes the absence… final.

I write this now beneath the mountain we fought so hard to reclaim. Life is slowly returning to the mountain.

And then… there is you.

Your father would have adored you. I know this as surely as I know my own name. And though he will never hold you, you are not without him. I know you will carry his spirit and his strength. And while you will not know him the way I did, you will know his brother.

Your beloved uncle.

Kíli already carries enough love for two lifetimes. He will be fierce in his care of you, I have no doubt.

And Thorin; for all his burdens, will always ensure you are protected, guided, and never without a place in these halls.

There are days when the loss feels like it will swallow me completely, but then I remember the way he believed in the future, even in the darkest hour.

You are part of that future.

Though the sorrow is deep, deeper than I knew a heart could hold, it is not all that is left. You were made from love that did not falter, even at the end. That must mean something.

It must mean… everything.

And because of that, I will stay here, in the mountain he fought for. In the home he helped reclaim.

And I will tell you of him, my little lion, not as a story of loss, but as a life that burned bright and true.

[hightower-1992]

Starting a tag list! Please leave a comment for which character(s) you’d like to be tagged for. ❤️

[hightower-1992]

Favorite Blorbo Tag Game

Rules: Make a poll with five of your all-time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone’s favorite.

Shout out to @ravnarieldurin for the tag!

Tagging @m0rab3za @morethantheycansay @goldenatreides @lulunothulu @starry-night-lover1

J’s Top Five:

Éomer (LOTR)

Dean (Supernatural)

Tig Trager (Sons of Anarchy)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel Universe)

Fíli (The Hobbit)

Voting ended onApr 29

[hightower-1992]

Seeking Pleasure (Thorin x You)

Warnings: Pure smut, no plot. Truly. Explicit sexual details. Minors do not interact.

Spur of the moment piece but *inspired* by @m0rab3za and their piece “Wake Me”

Dipping my toe into the smut world. (I’m new, ok?) so I’m posting as is (aka very little editing involved so please forgive me for any spelling mistakes and the abrupt ending)

The door creaked softly behind you and in the mirror’s reflection, you caught sight of Thorin entering your shared chambers. The sight of him stirred that oh so familiar flutter in your chest. Even now, after years of marriage, the mere sight of him had a way of undoing you. You smiled at him before lowering your eyes back to the vanity. The steady thud of his boots echoed as he crossed the room. His arms slipped around your waist, gently pulling you flush against his chest. The heat of his skin radiated through the thin fabric of your nightgown. You gazed at your husband’s reflection and smiled softly as buried his face into the crook of your neck. You leaned into him without thought, savoring the moment.

“Did you miss me, Amrâlimê?” Thorin’s deep voice rumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Always," you breathed, tilting your head to the side.

Thorin took advantage of the opportunity and pressed gentle, unhurried kisses along your jaw and neck. Your eyes slowly drifted closed. A soft moan left you as his nose gently brushed against your pulse point. Unable to resist any longer, you turned in his arms, your hands framing his face to pull him into a kiss. One hand slowly moved down his chest, your fingers quickly finding the hem of his shirt and tugging insistently. Thorin broke the kiss to pull it over his head. Your gaze lingered on him; oh how you will never grow tired of the sight before you.

Thorin’s hand reached to cradle the back of your neck, gently guiding you closer to draw you into another kiss. His hands slowly brushed down the length of your waist and began to gather the silk of your gown, slowly inching it up over your hips. One palm slipped between your thighs, fingers dipping into your aching slit. He stroked your folds, parting them to circle your clit with deliberate pressure. You gasped into his mouth, the sensation flooding you with heat that pooled low in your belly. Wetness coated his fingers, a testament to how easily he unraveled you.

Thorin pulled back, pressing feather-light kisses down to the hollow of your throat. “All of this from merely my touch?” he murmured, voice husky with desire.

“Yes,” you breathed, tilting your head back in pure satisfaction and exposing more of your neck to him.

In one fluid motion, Thorin’s hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. You clung to his shoulders as he carried you to bed. He gently laid you down on the plush mattress. “I love you," he whispered. "More than anything in this world."

Thorin kissed a trail down your body, lips lingering briefly to nip at your hardened nipples through the silk. He pushed the gown higher, bunching it at your waist as he settled between your legs. He gently bit the apex of your thighs, causing you to arch your back. “Thorin…” you whined, begging him to end your suffering.

Fingers plunged into your heat, curling to stroke that spot deep inside while his tongue flicked with precision. The build was relentless and soon enough you began bucking your hips against his face, chasing your release. Your hands reached down and threaded your fingers through his hair, moaning his name as your orgasm finally ripped free. The ecstasy that crashed through you left you breathless. Satisfied with his work, Thorin rose to undress fully. His breeches hit the floor, freeing his thick cock. You rose on your elbows just enough to look at him properly. The sight made your core throb. He climbed over you, settling between your thighs and pulling you into another searing kiss. His cock nudged your entrance but before he could thrust in, a boldness surged through you. With a strength you did not know you possessed, you pushed him, flipping him so you could straddle his hips. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

You slowly sank down onto his cock. The fullness was bordering on overwhelming, every ridge dragging again your sensitive walls. His hand reached up, cupping the back of your neck, thumb gently stroking in encouragement. The contrast between the strength of his hold and the tenderness of his gesture nearly undid you. Slowly, you began to rock your hips, grinding your clit against his base. Thorin moaned as his hands gripped your hips. The slick sounds filled the room as your moans began to grow louder as his cock hit the spot that made you see stars behind your eyelids. Thorin kept his gaze locked on you, watching as you came undone again. A second orgasm quickly washed over you, your walls clenching tightly against his cock as you cried out in bliss. Thorin flipped you swiftly, reclaiming the top without breaking rhythm. Thorin cooed into your ear as his hips snapped against yours; his cock plunging deep, prolonging the waves of pleasure until you were a trembling mess beneath him. With a guttural moan against your lips, Thorin buried himself to the hilt and came, hot spurts of cum coated your walls.

Thorin collapsed beside you, pulling you into his sweat-slicked chest, breaths mingling in tender kisses.

“My queen," he whispered, “you will never cease to amaze me.”

[hightower-1992]

Maybe

7. "Don't mock me by acting so surprised. You had to know about my feelings for you."

for Kili.. if you want to. No pressure of course!

Coming up! 🫶🏼

[hightower-1992]

Feelings (Kíli x GN Reader)

No warnings.

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The company is settling for the night, voices slowly fading as the exhaustion creeps in.

But not for you. You are staring into the fire, trying to ignore the way your thoughts keep circling back to him.

To Kíli.

Always Kíli.

You don’t notice him approach until his shadow falls over you.

“Funny place to hide,” he says lightly.

You glance up, offering a small shrug. “Needed quiet.”

“From us,” he teases, dropping down beside you. “Or from me?”

You hesitate.

Kíli goes still. “…Right,” he says after a beat, quieter now. “From me, then.”

“That’s not what I—”

“You didn’t answer.” The playful tone in his voice disappearing.

You turn toward him, frowning. “Kíli, what’s going on?”

He lets out a short breath, looking away toward the fire. “Nothing,” he mutters. “Just… thought I knew where I stood.”

Your chest tightens. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’ve been making a fool of myself.”

Your brows knit together. “You haven’t—”

“Haven’t I?” Now he looks at you, more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen from him. “I’ve been at your side every chance I get. I go out of my way to make you laugh, to keep you close—” He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. “And you sit there like it’s nothing.”

“That’s not fair,” you say, quieter now.

“Isn’t it?”

Your heart starts to pound. “I thought you were just being… you. Kíli, you’re like that with everyone.”

That lands in a way that you did not expect.

“…Not like this,” he says, voice low.

Silence stretches between you.

“Kíli…” you start, unsure now. “If I misunderstood, then I’m sorry. I didn’t want to assume something that wasn’t—”

“Don’t.” The word is sharp enough to cut you off completely. He exhales, dragging a hand through his hair as he rises from beside you. “Don’t mock me by acting so surprised,” he says, and this time the frustration breaks through fully. “You had to know about my feelings for you.”

“I’m not mocking you,” you say quickly, standing now. “I swear, I’m not. I just—” You falter, searching his face. “I didn’t know,” you admit. “Not for certain.”

He stares at you, disbelief written plainly across his features. “How could you not?”

“Because I didn’t want to be wrong!” you shoot back, your own frustration rising now. “Because if I was wrong, I’d lose you… and I wasn’t willing to risk that.”

The anger drains from his expression, replaced by something quieter. “…Lose me?” he echoes.

“Yes,” you say softly. “You’re important to me. I didn’t want to turn this into something awkward or broken because I hoped for more.”

The silence that follows is different this time.

“I thought…” he starts, then shakes his head. “I thought I was being obvious.”

“You were,” you admit, a small, breathless laugh slipping out. “Just not in a way I could trust myself to believe.”

That pulls a faint smile from him. “Right. Because I flirt with everything that breathes.”

“…You said it, not me.”

An airy laugh escapes him, easing the tension. “But this isn’t that,” he says, more firmly now. “Not with you.”

“I know that now.”

“And?” he asks, softer now. “What does that change?”

“Everything,” you admit.

Prompt is from this list.

[hightower-1992]

Maybe

7. "Don't mock me by acting so surprised. You had to know about my feelings for you."

for Kili.. if you want to. No pressure of course!

Coming up! 🫶🏼