#filixori

[bird-with-pencils]

I blame http://archiveofourown.org/works/1696859/chapters/3610346

You should read it too.

The hell with my heart

[dustbunnyprophet]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“[...]Some nights when he trudged towards his quarters Ori would stop atop a staircase or in the middle of a passage and watch in amazement at just how much had been restored in a shy few months. But, inspiring as the sight was, Ori also often found himself bowing his head to avoid the rumbustious attitude of his kin-men and instead choosing the quiet of the Scriptorium.

There was solace to be found amongst the parchment and a cure for the hopes which had failed to be fulfilled. Hopes Ori was loath to admit to himself in any but the quietest hours of the night. But they still stung with the hollow ache of a missing limb”

He didn't want to talk to him. He didn't want to joke and laugh and pretend that everything was perfectly fine when it wasn't. When all could have gone terribly wrong. When they almost lost everything.

My entry in the Have a Happy Hobbit Holiday gift exchange. For LillaMyy. 

[warriorgays]

Fic: The Halls of Waiting Relationships: Fili/Ori, Dwalin/Thorin, Dis/Bala Fili & Kili, Fili & Thorin Word count: ~32,700 Summary: Death puts an end to many things. Fili can no longer look forward to becoming king, getting married, having children, or proving himself worthy of his line—but he can still fall in love.

IT IS HERE. This is a monster of a fic and seriously I have no idea how it got to be so long but now it is here. Much thanks to rain-upon-the-moon for editing help.

[themarchrabbit]

Sneak Peek

Whoo, sneak peek of Define Us Forever

At some point in the night, Fíli wakes to go to the bathroom. The process of getting out of the stupidly big bed involves untangling himself from Ori and the covers and furs, which requires a more awake mind than he has to do it without waking Ori at least a little, so now Ori makes a displeased sound, stirred from what might have actually been a rather boring dream for a change. Fíli kisses him on the temple, teasing even when half-asleep, and Ori bats at him, nestling further into the nest of blankets, while Fíli frees himself.

Once Fíli returns, he settles on his back this time, and Ori moves towards him, curling into Fíli's side. Fíli wraps an arm around him, keeping him there, even if they're going to move some more in their sleep. Ori likes being close to him in the bed, both their nightmares kept away. Besides, Fíli makes for good support for his belly.

Except Fíli is tense, the muscles of his chest tight under Ori's hand. Ori tenses too, not moving as he feels Fíli move his free arm under the pillow, where he keeps a knife still, as Ori peeks.

There's a figure at the end of their bed, and Fíli reacts, sitting up with the knife in hand and sheltering Ori behind him. “ - What?” Ori asks, still not quite awake, at the same time Fíli demands, “Come any closer and you're dead, I swear -”

But then Ori is pushing the hand with the knife down and asking, “Nori?” and turns up the lamp beside their bed so that he can confirm it is indeed Nori standing in their bedroom. “What are you doing here? When did you return?”

“Are you trying to get killed?” Fíli asks, sounding more annoyed than anything else. He throws himself back on the bed, covering his eyes with his forearm. “Thought you were a bloody assassin.”

Nori doesn't say anything. He's looking at Ori.

Sitting up, with the covers down and in just his nightshirt, the swell of his belly is unmistakeable. There's no mistaking the way Nori is looking at him either.

But Nori left Ori behind, and Ori's not inclined to be generous towards him or whatever feelings he's having about this. Ori places a hand on his belly protectively in response, glaring at his brother.

Nori smirks, and says, “Damn, but you're doing Grandmother proud.”

He always did know just where to hit people.

“Don't tempt me to forget who you are,” Fíli replies, not sitting up or even awake, but still defending Ori. With his eyes still closed, he reaches out for Ori, finding the small of Ori's back and moving it in circles, reassuring him. “That said, is it possible to have this conversation in the morning?”

Ori puts a hand on his chest, and when Fíli opens his eyes, Ori says, “Go back to sleep. I need to talk to Nori.”

“You sure?” Fíli asks. “I could wake up.” It surprises Ori still that Fíli can be sweet, but even half-asleep, he can be, so Ori leans over and kisses him quickly.

“It's fine,” he tells him, Fíli blinking at him sleepily. “It's just Nori. He's not exactly going to assassinate me, or steal me away.”

“Point taken,” Fíli replies, closing his eyes.

Ori climbs out of the bed, a struggle even without having to navigate his stomach around the process, and turns down the lamp. He's a Dwarf, and his eyes adjust quickly as he grabs Nori by the arm and tugs him out of the bedroom and into the sitting room, closing the sliding doors behind him.

Nori watches him. “Awfully considerate of you.”

“He's the king,” Ori reminds him. “He needs to sleep or we'll end up at war with the damn birds knowing his temper.” He smooths down his loose hair, inhaling deeply. “I end up pacing in here half the night any way, then sleeping til the afternoon. No one ever said anything about that, by the way.” He's trying to be funny. Maybe funny will help.

Nori's not smiling. He's investigating the room, the odd trinkets he and Fíli have somehow amassed since they came to Erebor, mostly gifts from traders and Dáin's people. There's a pretty set of stars on moving metal rods that spin in correlation of their seasons, and now Nori spins it, harder than Ori likes.

“Don't,” he says, stilling Nori's hand. “That was a present, from Little Thorin. He made it himself, as a bearing gift.” He'd been so proud to give it to Ori too, smiling big enough to show his two gold teeth.

“Forgive me, I was unaware of the happy tidings,” Nori replies dryly, walking away as Ori turns the lamps up. His brother looks tired, his hair down from the old travelling style and in his usual home braids, showing off the length and colour of his hair. Nori's always been proud of his hair, just as Dori was. Ori had never been so prideful of his, not before. Now, his is growing out of the old style, hanging looser, in prettier braids, with more ribbons. And beads. Fíli's beads. “You didn't waste any time securing your place, did you?”

Ori bristles, angry and offended and /hurt/. “Do you really think I would do that?” Because that hurts, that tears at Ori like nothing has in awhile. “Really? Do you think so little of me?”

“I thought you were smarter than to end up bearing before you were even a century old,” Nori says. He's judging Ori. He's really judging Ori, after everything he's done to Ori.

“It was an accident,” Ori hisses into the dim room, defending himself even though he shouldn't have to. “And you were the one who told me I couldn't bear until I was of age, by the way.” He gestures to his belly.

“Whether you're of age or not, you should be smart enough to tell someone not to finish in you, you little idiot!” Nori keeps his voice down, at least. Ori doesn't want Fíli to have to wake up and involve himself on Ori's behalf. “You're really carrying his sprog? You never even liked him! Does that make sense to you?”

Ori covers his belly protectively. “You left me here on my own! You're my older brother, and you were supposed to take care of me! But you ran, like you always do. Does that make sense to you?”

“Don't you dare think you're going to make this my fault,” Nori commands, as though he still has the right to order Ori about, as though he really is the first brother of the family now, and not the selfish idiot who ran off and left Ori here on his own. And Ori is angry, he's genuinely angry over this, but he's tearing up too, as he so often does these days.

And he's going to be married to the king. Nori no longer has the right to anything of Ori's. “What exactly are you here for? To shout at me? You can do it in the morning. I'm going back to bed.”

“Back to /his/ bed?” Nori asks, sneering. “We didn't raise you to be a king's whore.”

“You didn't raise me at all,” Ori corrects, seething. “Mother and Dori did. You were never around long enough.” He's so angry, because it's not fair, it's not fair at all. “And I'm going to be his husband. The wedding is in three days. Congratulations, you're just in time for the celebrations.” The first part of the ceremonies begins tomorrow, even. Nori really is just in time, where Ori thought he would have no family at all here for it.

Nori looks more shocked than he did when he saw Ori. “What?”

Ori sniffs, wrapping his arms around himself, resting just above his belly. He's young, and small, and they say that's why he's showing so much. “When I found out, Fíli asked me to marry him. I said yes. So we're getting married in three days, on the Solstice. Baby will be born near Durin's Day. The Princess is going to conduct the ceremony, even.” Seeing as how Ori's mother wouldn't be here until the end of the summer, Balin would be standing in for her.

“Mother -”

“I wrote her when he asked. She agreed. She's eager to see her grandchild.” Parts of her answer had been tersely worded reprimands for being so foolish, but for the most part, she'd been pleased. Maybe if they hadn't lost Dori, she wouldn't have been so understanding. “Mother will be here before the autumn.”

“She shouldn't be travelling,” Nori protests mulishly.

“She wants to come home,” Ori says, shaking his head. “Even if it's just to die. She wants to be in Erebor again before that happens.” Reading that part of the letter had been the hardest bit of it. She was older by the time Ori was born, and her lungs have always troubled her. The journey to Erebor might be her last great effort, she had written, and maybe because Ori was bearing, getting married, she wrote to him how she would have written to Dori and Nori. /Honestly/. No longer sheltering him.

Ori's been in a war, felt loss. Now he's bearing and set to be married. There's nothing left to shelter him from, even if he wishes he could be, at least from acknowledging the truth about his mother. The Princess and Gilah, Gimli's mother, had not lied to him either when he asked about her after they had arrived with the first group. “Mother isn't doing well, Nori. Gilah says the winter was hard on her.” While they were reclaiming a kingdom, their mother had languished in a sickbed, surviving. “I think me bearing made her happy.”

Nori visibly swallows. “You don't even like him.”

“No, I didn't. But I do now. I trust him, more than anyone else.” Enough to sleep with him. Cling to him. Carry his child. Marry him. Ori /trusts/ Fíli. “Fíli didn't leave me.”

[jerseyartblog]

FiliOri Steampunk!AU GO.

Ori is a happy University student, accepted with a Major in Mage-craft with Minors in sigil-writing and linguistics and oh-so happy to finally be in the place of his dreams!

Everything is wonderful here—he studies under the best professors, has made friends within the Magi Circle immediately and is well on his way to master his craft.

It really would be perfect… If only his roommate was not a hot-shot exiled Prince. Oh, and if said Prince was also a Mage, too; but no, for all of Ori’s luck (which is pretty terrible), he gets stuck with an Engineer who dismisses the ancient art of Mage-craft as superstitious hogwash. Ori needs to get with the times, you know—steam-powered machines, clockwork mechanisms, and planes and sky-crusiers and Gliders.  (He has a terrible fear of heights, and tells Fili as much, who only tosses back his mane of golden hair and laughs—“My Glider is perfectly safe, I assure you. But I figure you’d be more comfortable on something ‘traditional’, like a broomstick, hm?”)

It’s enough to drive Ori up the wall, walking back to their room and seeing Fili’s blueprints and scrapmetal all over the place—just as he knows (with inner glee) that he keeps Fili up at odd hours when he has to practice his moon runes.

And though they pester, squabble, and snub their work in turn—they discover that they need each other (in more ways than one) when mysterious disappearances happen around the University, reinforced by rumors of a deadly, illegal Chimera prowls these hallowed halls…

[thequirkyllama]

[Internally screams 'rolling in the deep' as I think of otp in public spaces]

[yndigot]

Searching for Hobbit RP

I'm guessing this is going to get fewer bites than some of the other requests for Hobbit role play, but nothing ventured nothing gained? I want to play Fíli against anyone but Thorin or Kíli. No Durincest.  I'd prefer AU, either a 'certain characters survive BoFA' AU or an 'Erebor was never lost' AU -- Fíli as heir to the throne AU (in a practical, not theoretical, way). Particularly fond of Fíli/Ori, but I'm open. If you'd like to have a brothers component to the line, I would happily play a romantic interest against your Kíli (or have a plot for Thorin/other character of your choice as well -- the whole of it does not have to focus on Fíli/his romantic interest). Politics and dwarf culture are love. Dwarf religion? Significance of tattoos/piercings? Ace. Soulmate/soulmark AUs can be fun. Also open to the idea of 'sex and gender work a little different with dwarves' plots (ie 'third gender/intersex preg that looks like mpreg'), gender swapping, trans* interpretations of characters. Arranged marriage. Throw a popular Hobbit fandom trope at me and I might well be interested. Absolutely none of that is necessary, though, and I'd be happy with a plain old conventional slash line. Prefer email, threading via journaling site, GDocs (in that order). Let's talk?

[vorherrebevares]

Hungry Hearts

My first Fiori.

"Seeing Ori in Bagend was both one of the happiest and most horrifying moments in Fili’s life."

www.archiveofourown.org/works/740695

www.fanfiction.net/s/9148855/1/Hungry-Hearts