Tags: slice of life, adopting orphans, hurt comfort, major character death
Sigga and reader-chan cobble a life together deep in the forest. Its hard but Sigga adores her tall shadow and reader dotes upon their beloved dwarf. This final chapter is snapshots of your life together.
But as all snapshots and stories do there is an end, and when its between a Man and a Dwarf? There is one ending most dreaded but common.
You depart from Sigga and as you fade Autumn falls for your firefly.
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You decide what happens next for Sigga
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Female (undesignated) reader x Dís on the quest AU
You and Dís are into each other but not making any moves. Until Bilbo stumbles upon something flustering leaving Dís' feelings for you Crystal clear.
You were roused from your nightly camp chores when Bilbo came over to you. His gait exagferatedly chalant but he scrubbed at his hair nervously. “Master Baggins? Is something the matter?”
“Uh no! Or yes- maybe. Perhaps.” He sat down beside you with a twitching nose. “Tell me: what is your relationship with Lady Dís?”
Intrigued now you set aside your work. Leaning to catch a better look on his face. “Dís and I? Well, I do not know if we are friends but I would like us to be.” You explained with a shrug. “You know, the older two seem to be a bit more private than Fíli and Kíli. All fine and well but sometimes it is hard to tell how they think of you.”
He nods his arms crossing. That was certainly true. But it didn't change the shocked look on his face nor add color back to his cheeks.
“Bilbo.” You prompted, “what is the matter?”
Scrambling for his pipe he took a few puffs looking incredibly uncomfortable as he wags the pipe at you. “This doesn't leave our company. Understand?”
“Of course. You can tell me anything, now what is on your mind?” You figured perhaps Dís had tried to either dissuade or persuade the hobbit into pursuing his feelings for her brother.
But nothing prepared you for what came out of Bilbos mouth. “I accidentally stumbled upon la- dí- her.” He swallows shakingly turning several shades of red. “In a uh certain circumstance.”
Your brow arches. “Listen, Bilbo. The woods aren't as big as they look. We all have run into each other going to the bathroo-”
“She was saying your name!” He gushed out right before he shoved the pipe back into his mouth. Massive frantic puffs began.
Your brain stuttered to a hault. That wasn't an accidental bathroom fumble. Crossing your arms you process the information you were and weren't getting.
Yet as you sat upon the ground you could see how all these things culminated. Culminate in a way quite different than you expected.
Had you hoped for Dís affection? Yes. But you hadn't expected it to come. Like a leaf departing from its branch hurtling towards the ground, unknowing what would happen upon its collision.
Shaking your head, you pat his shoulder gently. “Thank you, but I am certain you misheard.”
He relaxes beneath your reassurance and the pat to his small shoulder. “Well, perhaps I did. In any case! We should uh help with dinner.” Bilbo suggested doing a proverbial heel turn before he has to dwell further on his predicament.
“Of course,” you agree standing slowly. “Why don't you go ahead and help Thorin organize roles.” Your cheeky suggestion lands solidly, bilbos face scrunching instantly. Hand on your chin you watch him begin grumbling about that ‘stubborn’ and ‘ regretful’ dwarf. Not missing how his cheeks were once more tinting pink just like carnation petals unfurling from their buds.
But as he begins walking towards camp you part ways. Only stopping when Bilbo calls your name in soft confusion. “Where are you going?”
Grinning Wryly you thumb towards the direction Bilbo had stumbled from. Deep into the inky violet woods. “Why, we have a missing princess, don't we? Don't worry, I'm sure she's frolicking in some flowers and making woodland animal friends.”
Bilbos face continues twisting in discomfort. “But you- you can't go alo- oh!! oh? Oh…” Realization grows upon the hobbit and he begins twisting his hands. Mouth pursing in a circular ghastly ‘oh’.
Waving him off with a flick of your wrist you surpress a giggle. “Shoo, master burglar. Shoo! To your dwarf.”
He began walking but your words stop him, spinning he retorts abruptly. “My dwarf?!”
“mhm!!” You leave him bewildered and perhaps a bit flustered in the clearing. Plunging deep into the late spring forest. But as you venture further you are innately aware you were not a hunter. That made this far more enjoyable. No doubt you'd find her doing some mundane task. Her tracks covered completely.
It's there you find her, filling her waterskin. Her head doesn't even turn when she calls to you. “Did you need something.”
Haunting by her side you study her clothes finding the only dishevelment was a cluster of burrs upon her cloak. “Mm no but you need me.” You remark, enjoying how she froze for a split second. Body stiffening before a look of confusion crosses her face morphing into a scowl. “Pardon?”
“Hold still.” Plucking the burrs, the middle of her cloak rises and falls with every spiny removal. Your face falls to tenderness observing how her shoulders rise and fall. Her thick dark hair was bound in a braid for the evening, but stray strands had fallen loose. Giving you a hint that your assumption of what Bilbo had seen was true.
Tilting your head you gaze transfixed upon her back, eyes trailing like vines up her braid. Along the plane of her neck.
“Are you quite finished?” Her voice snaps you from your enchantment.
“Mmm, are you?” Before you can think otherwise you lean against her back, whispering into the air near her ear. “Master Baggins said you needed my help.” Her body returned to stone for uncountable seconds. Your hand rests upon her upper arm, giving the thick muscle a soft squeeze. “Now was he mistaken?”
“He was not. Is that going to be a problem?”
“Is it wrong, that I want to know more? What were you thinking about?” You cannot resist leaning fully against her back. Pressing yourself along her expanse of muscle, your eyes sliding closed while you memorize the moment. “Did you think about me upon you? Beneath you?”
Both? Was it both? Oh you hoped. Even now you could imagine her face twisting in pleasure just as her finger swirled within her. Your name panting from her lips as she conjured you in her mind. Building your form as she creates her pleasure.
With ease she turns, her hands capture your chin keeping your eyes mingling together. A mixture of Trepidation and amusement fill her bright eyes. “Hmm how shall I deal with the hobbit? Mind, I am not ashamed but perhaps he should understand when it is best not to share gossip.”
Snorting your eyes roll. “Unless he is sharing it with you. You two gossip like old Hobbits over tea.” Trailing your hands down her shoulders you loop your thumbs into her leather belt. Returning to live in her eyes. Ignoring any fear of being discovered. If Thorin was smitten over a hobbit you could be with her. Unconsciously your head tilts, “should we provide them with ample fodder for conversation?” You inquire brows rising in askance.
“Should we? Mm do they deserve it?” Her thumb rises upon your face, stroking along your lower lip where her eyes remain transfixed.
“You deserve it.” You countered tilting your head placing a reverent kiss upon her thumb.
You weren't expecting her to kiss you. But she does. With every brush of your lips you're reminded of the soft moments shared between the two of you. Of her hair brushing against your face when the wind picked up during your hike.
Dís sharing her water with you and in turn you shared berries with her. Ignoring as best you could how they stained her lips and fingertips. Your stomach flipping when she grinned wryly, brushing by you with a pleasantness you thought reserved for summer breezes.
Everytime she made a confident side comment or provided dry commentary on this mission she had cemented a place in your heart. Each time she sat beside you you were overcome with a sense of comfort. Peace. Safety.
You lean into her again. Your kiss only broken by soft moments of eye contact. Quiet laughter muffled against each other's lips before you each return to kiss the other. Again and again she returns to you. Your grip on her belt tightens.
Your mind returns to goblin town. When Dís had placed a hand at your waist and covertly guided you to the center of the protective circle they had formed. Crushing you and Ori between all of them. But even after you were there, Dís hand hadn't left your waist. The entire time she had a death grip on your waist, arm, or shoulder.
You had left that cavern VERY conflicted. But now those emotions were fading into understanding. Into knowing. Already her kiss was becoming familiar. As you seperated for the final time you held her gaze.
Your breathing mingles with hers in the shared space. Lips swollen from kissing drawing you back in. Her forehead rests against yours. Hands coming to rest upon the small of your back.
The sound of frogs surrounds you with the swish of branches in the wind. “Lovely Raven?”
“Hmm?” She hums against you, pressing her nose along yours in a tender nuzzle.
“May I be of service?” You tug meaningfully on her belt. Moments tick by before her hands join yours, sliding the belt loose. Slowly clothes begin falling and you cannot help but notice how her body gleams with evidence. Her fingers grasp a hold of your tunic and you shake your head. “Allow me to take care of you, hm?” Her bright eyes grow darker with desire when you shyly offer: “sit on my face?”
You'd never thought this would happen and every star in the sky was getting a silent thank you. Your hands wrap around her thighs pulling her closer. She shifts above you, finding a comfortable position. Pulling yourself into the heat of her. Your head spins. Inhaling her aroused scent has a soft sigh leaving your lips.
Then you meet her lips. Your tongue licks and tastes. Lathing along her. Delving inside her. Each passing moment has the trembling in Dís’ thighs growing. Her body hot and throbbing under your tongue and lips. Slowly the sounds of her voice trickle to your ears. Her soft moans and heated inhales only spur you on.
When she grinds down gains your tongue you moan loudly. Adoring how she took control. Every now and then she'd stammer and she'd rub against your mouth. Seeking more of a certain touch. Providing you a certain taste that left you weaker and weaker for her. You gave her exactly what she was asking for.
Feeling your own desire threatening to distract you, you squirmed your hips. Hoping the friction would help ease the building tension. But each moan of your name brought you back with your head spinning. God she was beautiful.
Her body tightened and convulsed around your delving tongue. Giving you a taste of her again and again. Until she cums, shaking around you. Giving you the beautiful sight of her body twitching and shaking from you. Clinging to her you clean her completely, tongue finding every tempting morsel of her. You were going for another round when she pulls off. Suddenly blinded by the light of the world you blink. The space above you felt so empty and lonely.
Sitting beside your face her hand smoothes back your hair. Your face coated in her slick. Dís eyes are heavy on you, leaning on her arm with a leg propped up she exhales contently.
You begin rising only to have her hand stop you. Slowly pressing you back down with a smirk. “Stay. This moment? Is for us.” languidly she rolls atop you. Her wide chest and shoulders overtake you easily. The sensation of Dís straddling you alone was enough to make your head spin.
“Hello.” You murmur suddenly feeling bashful.
“Hello.” She greets nudging your nose against hers. Dís licks over your lips tasting both you and herself mingling on her tongue. A tongue that you part your lips for and greet her as you always wanted to. Reverently. Sweetly.
Your hands slowly cup her face again. Gently rubbing along her beard and her cheeks. Your chest heaves as the ties that bound both of you drop away. Her name falls from you over and over in the sacred space between. Head spinning when you feel her hand sliding beneath your tunic. Pressing up along your stomach until her large hand envelops your breast. Gasping into her kiss, your head twists aside.
She takes the opportunity to place kisses along your neck. Trailing down along the line of your pounding pulse. Inhaling sharply you couldn't contain a moan as her hand rubs and massages you. Your hand clenches the ground beside you. “Dís.” You moan softly, her hand pauses only to shove your tunic over your breasts. “Dís?”
“Keep saying my name. I love how you sound.” She compliments her hand returning to lavish your chest with her undivided attention. Soaking in every sound and every twist of your face. Her smile shifts to a smirk when your hips begin shuddering against her weight.
“Please, Dís.” You moan unsure about what you actually wanted. Maybe it was more touching. Maybe it was more kissing. Maybe it was just more of her.
She laughs smokey and deep above you. “Tell me what you want. I'm all ears.” Her fingers pinch your nipple and you squeak. “Hmm? What was that? I don't speak mouse.” Dís teases watching with hooded eyes. “Speak up.”
Moaning beneath her raven talons you squirmed uselessly. She was so cute. Ugh!! Giggling you shake your head. “Feels too good! I can't! Mmm!” Clenching your eyes shut you muffle a moan. “This is all your fault!”
“Sounds like I will have to help you speak up!” Ducking down she taked your breast into her mouth without hesitation. Crying out as she firmly sucks, your hands seep into her hair. Cradling her head against you.
You had wanted this. Waited for this. It was worth it and fragile as the morning dew upon your sleeping mat in the mornings. You would treasure this forever. Treasure these memories forever. You may never see her again after you reclaim the mountain. But you chose to focus on preserving these moments together in crystallized memories.
You wouldn't take a single coin from that mountain. Not a single heirloom from her people. Instead you'd be sending her off with your heart.
It will vanish inside the halls. Honestly? You couldn't think of a better way to love her. Her freedom. Her choice. All laid above all else.
Head rolling back and forth you flex beneath her. She continues and continues. Her hand rubbing sends your sensitivity sky rocketing. Her finger skimming circles around your breast, teasing the sensitive spot about your nipple. Enjoying how you absently moan with each rotation. She was simply enjoying you. Every single moment and every square inch of you.
Pulling back from your heaving chest She stares down at you with smug pleasure. “Better?”
“With you?” You exhaled with a dreamy tone, “it's always better.” Your own hand did nothing compared to how dís was in reality. Your quick trips away to tend to yourself could never come close to how amazing she felt upon you. The heat of her skin. The taste of her lips. The smell of her. God the smell of her.
Biting your lip you study her face, “tell me what you were fantasizing about, dís. Tell me and it will happen.” You requested your hands skimming along her bare hips. Only for her to break away. Yanking off the remainder of your clothes, you call to her. “Dís?”
Her eyes finally return and her hands return to your body. “I want you. Just as we are.” She murmurs her lips caressing yours. Your hands trace through her hair and cross her expansive shoulders.
“You have me.” You assured softly. “I am by your side. No matter what.”
