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Since im running events now
What if we did a hobbit x reader week to support the x reader community?
X reader folks would you participate?
x reader week
would create works and reblog works
would reblog works and read works
not interested
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)
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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.
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Kisses & Knives (Fíli x Female Reader)
No warnings.
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In a quiet, romantic moment, you and your husband Fíli begin sharing a tender, intimate evening. What starts as soft kisses and an attempt to undress him quickly turns into comedy when you repeatedly discover hidden knives strapped to his body.
How would the company react to a sister of bilbo baggins reader who doesn't like the dwarves at first because- wdym You guys had him steal from a dragon? And how would they feel about her finally warming up to them?
When Bilbo’s sister finds out about the quest, she’s mad. Mad.
From the dwarves’ point of view, her anger makes sense, even if they don’t like it. She’s not being rude, she’s being protective.
“You hired my brother to steal from a dragon.”
“You say ‘burglar’ like that makes this better.”
Though understanding, the dwarves still feel defensive, Thorin especially. He’s been planning this quest for years so being questioned—especially by a Hobbit—stings his pride. They don’t hate her, but they don’t know what to do with her yet.
“With respect… actually no, with concern—you’re all insane.”
“If he dies, I will personally haunt every one of you. Dwarves live a long time. Think about that.”
“Oh no, he’s gaining confidence. This is bad”
Everything shifts when she stops seeing them as reckless strangers and starts seeing them as people who care about Bilbo. By the time she warms up to them, they no longer see her as Bilbo’s sister, but as one of The Company.
“You’re all very brave. And very stupid. Both things can be true.”
“So you like us now?” “Don’t push it.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… you’re my reckless idiots now.”
Her approval feels earned. They know it wasn’t easy for her. If Bilbo’s sister trusts them now, they must be doing something right. They see her as family: someone who questioned them, judged them honestly, and chose them anyway.
“I tolerate you.” “That’s basically love.” “Careful, she may stab you.” “Only if you deserve it.” “Do we?” “Not today.”
“You’ll stay with us then?” “Yes.” “We’re glad to have you.” “Don’t make it weird.” “Too late. You’re one of us now.” “If that’s true, I want it on record that this is the worst family I’ve ever joined.” “High praise.”
All the Gold (Thorin x She/Her)
Mutual pining, angst, and no happy ending (sorry!)
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She came to the shop far more often than she needed to.
“Is it ready, Thorin?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Thorin could only nod, desperately trying to ignore the way his heart ached every time her voice spoke his name.
He loved her quietly. Painfully.
She was human — bright and full of warmth. She spoke of simple joys in life: festivals, picnics, and quiet dinners among friends.
And what could he offer her?
There was no mountain halls, no glittering hoard, no throne, only a small, rented room that smelled of smoke and iron.
Pockets that were never quite full, no matter how hard he worked.
A future forged of uncertainty and exile.
But when the world was quiet and Thorin was alone with his thoughts, he thought of her. Every night he imagined what it would be like to confess. He imagined that she loved him as fiercely as her loved her.
But by morning, reality always returned. He would see her living so easily in a world that he did not belong to and the words would turn to ash in his mouth.
Loving her, he decided, meant protecting her, even from himself.
What he failed to noticed was how clearly she loved him. He failed to notice how often she brought him food when he forgot to eat, how often she would try to tend to his injuries, and how easily she had learned to judge his mood with one glance.
One evening, she lingered longer than usual. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?” she said quietly.
Thorin’s hands stilled. He did not ask how she knew. “Yes,” he answered, voice rough. “There are… matters I must attend to.”
She nodded, eyes shining with something unspoken.
For a moment, he thought now or never.
But all he saw was what he was not, so he bowed his head, as a craftsman, as an exile, as a king with nothing to give. “I wish you every joy.”
She looked at him with a timid smile, but it was not her smile, not the one he had grown to love.
Long after she was gone, Thorin stood alone in the darkened forge, his hands clenched, and his heart heavy with a love unclaimed.
He told himself it was for the best.
Yet, years later, even surrounded by gold beyond counting, King Thorin often thought that he had never been poorer since the day he let her walk away.
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You Are My Heart (Thorin X Reader)
Warnings - brief mention of war/violence/blood
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The corridor beyond the gates of Erebor was quiet, too quiet after the roar of battle. The stone beneath your boots was still dusted with ash and the air heavy with the scent of smoke and blood.
At the end of the hall, a single figure stood.
Thorin.
He hadn’t seen you yet. You noticed that his shoulders were tense, his posture rigid, and his hands clenched at his sides — a dwarf whose mind had not yet left the battlefield.
“Thorin,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from the battle.
He turned.
For a heartbeat, he didn’t move as though his mind could not yet accept what his heart desperately hoped was real. Then, he crossed the distance between you in three long strides. His hands found your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as if to prove you were real. “You’re here,” he breathed, voice breaking. “I searched the field—I thought—”
“I’m here,” you said softly, leaning into his touch.
That was all it took.
Thorin pulled you into his chest, his armed wrapped around you tightly while he buried his face in your hair. You felt his breath shake against you as his arms wrapped around you.
“I cannot lose you,” he murmured into your hair.
Your arms circled him in return, grounding him. “You didn’t,” you whispered. “We’re both still here.”
For a long moment, there was nothing else. No crown. No kingdom. Just two people clinging to one another in the aftermath of survival.
Thorin pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed. “You are my heart,” he said quietly. “My strength, my queen…“
Welcome Home (Thorin x Female Reader)
No warnings
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Thorin’s boots echoed against the stone as he strode into the Great Hall of Erebor. He’d been away for weeks, traveling to secure trade routes and allies. Despite all the grandeur of his duties, there was one thought that dominated his mind: you. His wife. His queen.
As he stepped into the inner hall where you awaited, he tried—tried—to maintain his composure, but the way his his eyes softened when they landed on you betrayed him.
Fíli and Kíli, standing nearby, exchanged a knowing glance.
Dwalin, leaning casually against a pillar, shook his head with exaggerated disapproval. “By Durin’s beard,” he rumbled, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, “if that isn’t the most pathetic display of ‘I missed my wife’ I’ve ever seen.”
Fíli and Kíli stifled laughter while Thorin shot Dwalin a glare that could have cut steel. “I… I am simply glad to return,” he said, though there was an unmistakable warmth in his tone.
You stepped forward, reaching for his hand. “Welcome home, my king,” you whispered.
At that, Thorin’s composure completely slipped. He grasped your hand, pressing a reverent kiss to it. “There is no place I wish to be more,” he murmured. “No one I wish to see more than you.”
Fíli and Kíli exchanged another glance, this one filled with silent amusement. Dwalin’s booming laugh echoed through the hall. “By the gods, I never thought I’d see the day where Thorin Oakenshield would be undone by love, and look at him now, completely at your mercy!”
Thorin tightened his hold on your hand, ignoring the teasing, because in that moment, none of it mattered. He was home.
A chapter 27 snippet?? It's more likely than you think.
I only posted 2 chapters in the entirety of 2025 so this is my pledge to post more than that this year considering I'm finally going to graduate and be free of goddamn uni assignments. Like WHY do I have to do a 2 and a half hour 'training' presentation in less than two weeks I'm going to perish early.
Anyway here's the snippet:
.....and even though that blessed me with the chance to actually get to know him, I had come to the first very unfortunate conclusion that this dwarf sat next to me was an officially certified chatterbox.
“-Anyway, I mean, it’s snappy. I like short names. Easy to yell if they drop something on your foot – not that I would, you know, yell at you or anything. But yea, it’s dependable, like my uncle’s temper when I try to find a vantage point up in a tree or whatever cuz he says it’s too elf-like.” He stopped his rambling for a simple half second to glance my face up and down before starting up again. “Are you sure you’re not an elf? I know Gandalf said otherwise but I really am convinced.”
I simply blinked, trying to comprehend the tsunami of words tumbling over my brain, whilst also trying not to breathe too hard considering Kíli had actually decided to lean in slightly enough, as if asking about my biological identity was some conspiracy he was determined to uncover to satisfy his racing mind. And I wondered if his brain worked in a similar way to my own.
Also my brother got me a witch king of angmar sword for christmas I have transcended everyone now
