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Eh, it's what I love about you - among many other things of course 😄 Thank you for your request @aduialel, and sorry it took me so long!!
(the sleepover was back in January, so the gif requests are closed right now!)
A/N: It's been a while since I wrote for Thranduil in this way, it was a welcome change! I tried to write a romantic fluffy drabble, but... it is me so yeah, that didn’t happen :)
Sindarin used:
- aran nin: my king
- edlothia nin: my flower
Your face scrunched up in disgust after you swallowed the last bit of Dorwinion wine from your glass. How all of your friends and kin could be so hooked on the red fluid, you’d never understand.
You didn’t care for these celebrations. Elves found any reason to party, it could be the Feast of Starlight or a celebration because the guard had returned from their weekly patrolling. It wasn’t for you. Not the dancing, not the music, the people or the food and wine. Definitely not the wine.
The only real reason why you were here - and at every other feast, gala or celebration for that matter - was currently dancing their heart out on the floor, laughing and clearly having a much better time than you were. Your younger sibling who couldn’t go out yet without a chaperone, and who you loved so dearly, you were willing to tolerate this year’s edition of… by Elentári, you couldn’t even remember what they were celebrating.
One of the guests of the party came towards you and stood by your side, silently watching the Elves on the dancefloor twirling about, but you were so focused on keeping an eye on your sibling that you didn’t pay him any further attention.
“You do not seem to enjoy yourself,” he stated after a few moments.
The snort you couldn’t hold back was muffled by the cheering of the guests when they brought new barrels of wine in the room.
“Is it that obvious?” you asked, stepping aside a little so you could see where your sibling was headed. Ah, of course… Wine.
“Perhaps I can ask you to join me for a dance?”
You waved your hand at him in a dismissive way, shaking your head to emphasize your refusal. “Oh no, I don’t dance.”
“Believe me, no one could convince me to go on that floor.”
“Not even King Thranduil.”
You couldn’t help but notice some amusement in his voice. How dare he? Why did everyone have a problem with you not wanting to dance? And what did your King have to do with all of this?
You finally looked towards the Ellon next to you and if you hadn’t placed your empty glass on a sidetable already, you would’ve dropped it to the ground in surprise.
Thranduil turned his head to look at you and couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, before he gave you a genuine smile that made you a little weak in your knees. Not that you would admit that to anyone.
“King Thranduil!” you gasped, before you remembered your manners and made a small curtsy. “Forgive me, I-”
He took your hand in his, effectively silencing you before he leaned in and asked, “If you do not dance and you are clearly not enjoying the festivities, may I invite you to join me outside? My gardens are especially beautiful under the starlight.”
You looked back at the party, trying to locate your sibling. Once you saw they were still enjoying themselves and very obviously not in need of your assistance, you nodded, accepting his invitation.
Thranduil guided you through the gardens, your arm hooked in his as you admired the beautiful flowers and plants. You completely missed the loving looks Thranduil gave you every time you smelled a flower or asked him a question, curious about a particular flower you’d never seen before.
When you came across a little arbor covered with white roses, you paused for a moment to take it all in. You were walking through the Royal Gardens, with none other than the King himself on your arm.
Thranduil let go of your arm and took your hands in his.
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399 notities - Geplaatst 22 mei 2022
Requested: yes, by @carnotaurus-celeste, back in January for my 2022 followers sleepover. Sorry it took me so long! This was a gif drabble request (that got a bit out of hand), the gif they chose is similar to the one I put underneath.
Warnings: mentions of drinking, drunk Dwarves, adorable Fíli, not proofread
A/N: this was my last request from the January sleepover, only about 8 months late lol :) It was a way to try and get out of my writing block. Enjoy drunk Fíli!
Still half asleep you turned on your other side, clutching the sheets and furs in an attempt to keep the warmth inside your little cocoon, and scooted over to Fíli’s side of the bed in search of his body heat.
Being married to a Dwarf meant you never had to feel cold anymore, his body your own private furnace he was more than happy for you to use at any time. Every night you fell asleep in his arms, your cheek pressed into the soft curls of his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent while you let his heartbeat guide you to the land of dreams.
But your searching fingers didn’t find the heated skin you were looking for, instead finding a cold and empty spot where your husband was supposed to be sleeping.
You opened your eyes and sat up straight, looking around the dimly lit room for any sign of Fíli. The fire was still smoldering, which meant it had to be in the early hours of the night, too early for breakfast, but too late to be waking up to an empty bed. Where was he?
Fíli and you didn’t go to bed together that night, for the first time since well… your wedding night. The reason for this change of pace was very simple: last night marked the seven year anniversary of the reclaiming of Erebor and almost five year anniversary of the rebuild, and as the newly set tradition went there was a grand feast to celebrate.
Even though you had been enjoying the festivities - the sight of the Durin family and Company members being happy and carefree warmed your heart every time - as the feast went on, you grew rather tired.
When the clock struck midnight, you’d left Fíli in the company of his brother and their friends in the Great Hall, and that’s where you probably had the most chance of finding him at this hour. Or you hoped so, because the last thing you wanted to do was roam the halls of Erebor in your nightshift in search of your husband. You could only imagine the rumors that would go around at the breakfast table!
You stepped out of bed and shivered when the cold of the night greeted you, so you quickly let your feet glide into your thick fur boots and threw your winter robe on to cover yourself.
Fíli was most likely still celebrating and simply lost track of time, nothing to worry about, but you couldn’t suppress the tiny voice at the back of your mind that kept repeating something was wrong.
What if he was so drunk he lost his way or he fell off one of the many bridges or stairs? When you’d suggested railings for them during one of the many construction meetings, everyone bursted out in laughter. “The first Dwarf to lose their footing on stone is yet to be born, lass,” they’d laughed, wiping the tears out of their eyes. You never thought about asking again.
You kept your pace steady but fast, a little slower when you crossed a bridge or stairway, making sure to check every corner and every nook in case your husband decided in his drunken haze that it was a perfect place to settle for the night.
But the hallways of Erebor were abandoned and eerily quiet, as they should be at that hour.
As you reached the corridor that led to the Great Hall, the sounds of careless laughter and chatter swelled. The celebrations were definitely not over yet, and just like you guessed, your husband wasn’t done partying.
Fíli was standing on top of one of the long dining tables, feet firmly planted between dirty plates and empty beer mugs, his brother Kíli at the other end, their friends scattered around the table, watching them dance and perform a drinking song.
You leaned against the heavy open door and watched the scene with mirth. Up until now you hadn’t had the pleasure to see your husband so inebriated and… well, carefree.
“Fee, catch!” Kíli yelled and next thing you knew, one of the dirty plates flew across the table right into Fíli’s outstretched hand. The crowd surrounding them cheered and encouraged by their fans, Kíli started another song, one you knew quite well.
Blunt the knives, bend the forks!
And just like that you were thrown back to that cozy hobbit hole in the Shire, when you’d first laid eyes on your husband, at the time a total stranger to you. Even though the last few years had taken a toll on him - both mentally and physically - he was still as handsome as ever and he still managed to fill your belly with butterflies as his rich baritone filled the great hall.
Both brothers had some difficulties getting the song right, their words slurred and lyrics in the wrong order but there was no denying they were having the time of their lives. By the time the song had ended the tableware stood perfectly stacked in the center of the table and everyone in the hall burst out in laughter and applause.
You applauded along with everyone else and it didn’t take long for Fíli’s eyes to meet yours.
“Amrâlimê!” he exclaimed, his face splitting in a wide toothy smile, his mustache braids dangling under his nose as he moved towards you. They’d grown a few inches in the past years and you wondered if he would keep them as they were, or maybe start braiding them into his beard.
Fíli threw his arms around you and lifted you from the ground, spinning you both around until he started to sway and he had to let you go in order to grab the door frame.
“Everyone! Thiz iz my wife!” he yelled, throwing an arm around your waist. “Kíli!! Come and meet my w-wife!”
You had to hold back a laugh. “Fíli, your brother knows who I am. Everyone here knows me.”
Fíli’s eyes widened at that and his features turned from incredibly happy to heartbroken in a matter of seconds. You patted his chest in an attempt to comfort him, but it made him stumble again and you quickly grabbed a nearby chair for him to sit on.
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502 notities - Geplaatst 25 september 2022
So I’ve been throwing up all night and day, to the point ever water makes me sick and I just wanted to feel some warmth, how would the company react to a sick modern-reader?
A/N: Since I was stuck on every other WIP I had (joy) I opened this request again in search of something else to write. I felt like the company reacting to a sick reader has been done so many times, so I didn't really know how to write this while still being original. I figured I'd do it headcanon style, because people seem to love it when I do that. Besides... laughter is the best medicine right? Although I haven’t made that many jokes in this one, I’ve been a good girl :)
Requested: well yes, there is an ask at the top of this post isn't there...? @that-teen2003 this one's for you
Warnings: mentions of being sick, throwing up (non descriptive), awkward dwarves, everyone brings out their inner Dori at some point, green (both the word and the colour)
How the Company Reacts to a Sick Modern Reader
it's not like you were doing it on purpose, getting sick
even though most of the Company thought you were at first
the Dwarves weren't hostile towards you but they weren't exactly friendly as well
you couldn't blame them since you kind of ambushed them, appearing out of nowhere
popping into Middle Earth straight from The Modern World™
you gave each and every one of them a heart attack
a lot of high pitched shrieks were heard when you fell into their midst
none of them wanting to admit you startled them
insisting it was you who had screamed like a little girl, not them
extra deep and low voices and rumbles for a few days after
even if they agreed to take you with them, planning on leaving you at the first human settlement they passed, it didn't mean they were happy about it
you weren't exactly a useful addition to the Company
hardly any strength compared to theirs
no equipment or weapons, not even a blanket or an extra pack of clothes on you
you were wearing sandals for Durin's sake, having to stop constantly to get little rocks, pebbles or twigs out of them
questioning but mostly disapproving looks about your choice of wardrobe
which was a shirt with shorts, and the sandals
"I was enjoying my day at the beach, it's not like I planned on ending up here!"
but Dwarves are Dwarves, their hearts still in the right place
some might be a little off center but they're trying
everyone giving a few spare items so you were a little more protected against the elements
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663 notities - Geplaatst 9 mei 2022
How LOTR/Hobbit characters react to you fainting ~ drabbles
Fíli - Kíli - Bofur - Aragorn
Warnings: talk about fainting, collapsing, food, pregnancy, injuries etc, worried fictional characters, blatant ignorance of how bodies actually work - fainting only lasts a few seconds but for the sake of these stories it takes minutes and minutes and... you get the idea - not proofread because who has the time
Prompt: they get a message about you collapsing/fainting during their absence or you just drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes at a market sale when they’re with you, how do they react?
A/N: this is one of my guilty pleasures: tropes where reader is in distress and in need of a heroic rescue, strong arms to catch them or a worried character doting on them. This is a completely self indulgent post and I won’t take any criticism. Enjoy. I know I will.
Fíli was in the middle of a closed meeting when one of the guards came in and discreetly handed him a small note. Thorin raised one eyebrow in question, wanting to know what was going on and if perhaps his nephew had forgotten the meaning of a ‘closed meeting’, but Fíli didn’t give him the chance to ask out loud. As soon as he read the words written down by Oín, the screeching of his chair being pushed roughly over the wooden floor silenced everyone around the table and twelve pairs of eyes followed the Heir of Erebor as he bolted out of the room.
Oín was waiting for him outside the infirmary, which only added to Fíli’s already worried state of mind.
”What- How- Did she- is she-” he rattled through gasps of air, trying to open the door to see you but Oín stopped him. He assured Fíli you were going to be fine eventually, if you would finally listen to them and give your body the rest it needed like they had told you too many times before and yes... the baby was fine too.
Fíli released the breath he was holding, rubbing his face with his hands before he rested them on his hips and started laughing with relief. You were too stubborn for your own good sometimes, everyone had told you that you needed to take it easy and let others help you this far in your pregnancy, but you wouldn’t hear any of it.
So today your body finally made the decision for you. While you were running the errands you could’ve easily left to your maids, you’d collapsed, frightening everyone around you.
You opened your eyes to see your doting husband at your bedside, your hand in his, his other hand softly wiping a few stray hairs out of your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek.
A surge of panic went through you as you realized where you were. “The baby?”
“Is going to be perfectly fine, ibrizinlekhê,” he reassured you, “if...”
You rolled your eyes. “Let me guess, if I stay in bed all day and do nothing?”
Fíli chuckled lightly. “It would make me worry a lot less about the two of you.”
(Kíli, Bofur and Aragorn under the read more cut)
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