pregnant reader who is upset her husband left without saying I love you
The moment he arrived home, he began to look for you - his wife. His whole world, his everything only to come face to face with said woman who refused to look at him.
"Please just tell me what is wrong."
"You've stopped loving me!" You wailed.
"And how did you come to that conclusion?"
"You didn't say goodbye, give me a kiss or anything when you left this morning!"
"You were asleep, I couldn't wake you up - not when you lay awake for more than half the night." He smiled softly, relieved that - that was the issue. He was afraid he had messed up somehow without knowing or meaning to. He sighed with his smile still evident. "I don't even think it's possible for me to stop loving you."
You sniffling was muffled as he held you firmly against his chest, refusing to let you go.
"My sweet girl, why would you ever doubt my love for you? Do I not give you every second of my being - devoting it to you solely?" He continued as you just silently began thinking it over, sniffling every once in awhile.
"You're making me feel foolish." You admitted.
"You are not foolish, you have every right to be upset - I should have spoken to you before I left in the morning. And for that, I apologize. Will you forgive me?"
"Only if you say the words you did not say this morning."
He chuckled. "As you wish, love. I love you." He paused, placing a kiss on your cheek."I love you-" Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." His smile only deepened as you let out a stream of giggles, a wide smile now replacing your frown.
"Is that enough for you, my love?" He questioned, holding your face in his hands.
"Maybe once or twice more." You falsely looked as if you were truly debating it.
He attacked your face with kisses before uttering one last, "I love you."
Sure, it was foolish to get upset over trivial things as such but he would never deny you anything. He would be certain to say what he feels for you to ensure your happiness. A very simple girl with a very in love man doesn't seem so bad at the end of the day.
"I suppose I love you too even after the stunt you pulled this morning."
characters included- Aragorn, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Boromir, Faramir, and Legolas
y'all, I went overboard, I had wayyy to much time on my hands after work so here's 7 characters (my fingers are cramped now, worth it though :) )
Aragorn-
Aragorn is deeply perceptive — quiet, but emotionally intelligent. He notices things long before you voice them.
One evening, you’re sitting together by the fire in the quiet of Rivendell, and your silence stretches just a little too long. Your gaze flicks to his tall frame, the way he moves with natural grace, even with the weight of destiny on his shoulders and then to your own hands, small and fidgeting. You feel it surge: the ache that you're not enough, not fitting, not worthy.
He shifts closer.
“You think I do not see you,” he says gently, dragging out his next words. “But I do. More than you know.”
You try to brush it off with a laugh, but he takes your hand and presses it to his heart.
“There is strength in you that no sword could match. If you have learned to believe you are lesser because the world has not learned to see you clearly, then let my eyes be enough - for now.”
He doesn’t offer empty reassurance. Aragorn offers loyalty, steadiness. He loves you for the depth of your mind, your differences, the resilience in your smallest gestures. And he reminds you with his actions, again and again.
Kili-
Kíli notices something’s off when you flinch away from his teasing.
He’s sprawled on the ground after a sparring match, laughing, trying to tug you down beside him yet you hesitate. He sees your eyes dart to your body with a scrutinizing glare, hears the sharp edge to your voice when you mutter, “Maybe you’d be better off with someone more like you.”
Silence.
Kíli's expression drops. He gets up, brushes off his knees, and stands very, very still.
“Is that what you think?” he asks softly.
When you nod, he wraps his arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground until you can’t ignore the closeness, the affection.
“I don’t want someone like me,” he murmurs into your hair. “I want you. I love how your mind works, even if it runs a thousand miles a minute. I love how you stand beside me even when you’re scared. And I love this”—he touches your nose to his— “shortness. It means I can protect you and kiss the top of your head.”
He makes you laugh even when you’re crying. That’s Kíli’s magic. He loves deeply, earnestly, and without a single condition.
Fili-
Fíli is more reserved than Kili. Thoughtful, a bit more poised, but when you start withdrawing, he notices.
You’re quieter lately, dodging his compliments, brushing off his touch. One evening the tension draws to an edge and he corners you, gently-firmly, when you're both tending your weapons.
“You think you’re not good enough for me,” he says bluntly. “Why?”
You shrug, eyes lowered. “I just… I don’t always understand people right. I forget things. I talk too much, or not enough. I’m not a warrior, or royal—”
Fíli crouches before you, his golden braids brushing your knees. He takes your hands in his calloused ones.
“Royalty doesn’t make someone worthy of love,” he says. “Kindness does. Courage does. Being honest, even when it’s hard - that is what I admire.”
He places your hand over his chest. “You are exactly who I want beside me. Never let old titles or foolish voices tell you otherwise.”
Thorin-
Thorin’s love is fierce, protective — and hard-won.
So when you flinch at a council meeting, too aware of your place beside him, too small, too unsure, too unlike the rest of the proud, battle-scarred dwarves yet Thorin sees it.
Later, in the quiet of your chambers, he places his crown aside and sits next to you.
“I do not want a queen carved in stone,” he starts. “I do not need perfection.”
You try to explain the ways your mind doesn’t always process things easily, the moments when you shut down, the way his legacy feels like a mountain beside your self-doubt.
Thorin doesn’t interrupt.
And then, he says softly, “I know what it is to feel unworthy. I have stood in the halls of my ancestors and doubted my right to even breathe.”
He cups your face with rough hands. “But you give me peace. When the world is too loud, you are the quiet I reach for. When I forget myself, it is your voice I remember.”
He kisses your forehead with reverence. “You are not lesser. You are my balance. My heart. And you deserve love not in spite of who you are, but because of it.”
Boromir-
He doesn’t take it well. Not because he’s angry at you, but because it hurts him to see you carrying that weight.
The moment the words come out “I’m not what people expect when they see you. You could do so much better than someone like me”-Boromir turns with a look like someone had knocked the wind out of him.
He sits beside you without a word, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and pulls you firmly against him.
“Do you think I care what people expect?” he says eventually, voice rough. “My whole life, I’ve tried to live up to what others thought I should be. And none of that brought me peace. But you? You bring me peace.”
He gently taps your temple with two fingers. “Whatever storms you carry in here, you don’t face them alone. Not anymore.”
He kisses your temple and holds you like he’s shielding you from the world.
Faramir-
He notices before you say a word. The way your shoulders curl in slightly around others. How you hesitate to speak in front of the council. How you apologize for being “too much” and “not enough” in the same breath.
When you finally break and whisper, “I don’t know how someone like you could love someone like me,” Faramir doesn’t speak for a long moment. Instead, he cups your face with both hands and leans in, resting his forehead against yours.
“Do you know,” he whispers, “I used to believe I was unworthy of love too?”
You blink, surprised, but he continues softly. “I grew up in the shadow of others- measured and doubted, Then I met you. And you never asked me to be anything but myself.”
He pulls you into a gentle embrace, voice barely above a breath.
“You see the world in your own way. And it's why I love you. Not in spite of who you are, but because of it.” he continues to hold you with a weeping gentleness as you work through this now, together.
Legolas-
When you tell him- eyes cast downward and voice cracking, that you feel out of place beside him, he doesn’t laugh, doesn’t offer surface-level reassurances.
He simply kneels in front of you, lowering himself until he has to look up at you.
“You speak as if love is earned through perfection,” he says quietly. “But I am not flawless. I have doubts. I have fears. And I am not untouched by time, though mime nostale seem so.”
He reaches up, brushing your cheek with a feather-light touch.
“I chose you not for how the world sees you, but for how you see the world. You remind me that there is softness even in pain. Beauty in difference.”
He offers a rare, gentle smile. “And I quite enjoy looking down only because it means I can look at you.”
Then, leaning forward, he whispers, “You do not need to reach my height. You already reach my heart.”
[The Hobbit characters + your wedding celebration]
a/n: shoutout to a big brained anon for requesting this - i had fun with it, as i haven't written these characters in a while! hope you have fun reading it and remember: reblogs+comments+nice asks feed & motivate the author 💕
summary: gn!reader, no [y/n], mentions of drinking, just silly fluff! i did the characters that inspire me so sorry if your fav's not here.
disclaimer!! no use of AI in my writing, ever.
༊ THRANDUIL
big royal wedding, a larger than life event which happens somewhere outdoors amongst the trees, beautiful and light
firstly, it is incredibly aesthetically elaborate and decorated; as well as quite ceremonial and lengthy, fitting for a very important royal couple
but most of all it is incredibly romantic, all things considered
the way he looks at you is just beyond. so much love.
his vows are very long and detailed and flowery, making you tear up, you swear you almost see a tear in his eyes too.
to say that you had the best of the best would be an understatement.
elves and highly esteemed guests come from all over.
it lasts long, both the ceremony and the party.
let me just say the drinks are STRONG AND GOOD. high chance of things getting out of hand eventually.
maybe it’s a custom or something, but you got lavished in gifts prior to the wedding.
it’s the stuff of legend all around elven kingdoms because it was such a momentous, perfect day.
he definitely toasts to you, waxing poetic, and everyone must be subjected to listening bc they don’t really have a choice mwahahah
؛༊ THORIN
dwarves take their big life events seriously.
it’s elaborate and ceremonious, quite serious during the formal portion of the event, but the party afterwards is an absolute blast.
it’s also a royal wedding which means it lasts longer than the usual ones and everything is so rich and elaborate
your ring is astonishing, as well as the finest jewelry handmade just for you and Thorin for this particular occasion.
he’s taking it so seriously and he was also very involved with the planning and fine-tuning.
the food is AWESOME and the drinks are abundant.
does he get slightly tipsy and carried away afterwards, when the most important parts are done and he can relax and enjoy the fact that you are together forever <3 maybe.
definitely holds a speech in your honor, making your face heat up profusely.
and a toast also. or multiple.
he will kiss you deeply multiple times throughout the night even though he usually keeps the PDA lowkey and is respectful but ITS HIS WEDDING HE MAKES THE RULES!
؛༊ BILBO
you know his birthday party, that iconic one? before that, there was this very special party!
the whole Hobbiton is buzzing and so many people are borderline meddlesome, and so curious about the fact that their strangest of neighbors is getting locked down 👀
Gandalf is obviously a special guest too, but alas, news of a good party travels far and wide so there’s a high chance of some dwarf friends showing up bearing finest gifts for the happy couple (and the gifts are very fine indeed, intricately crafted jewelry worth a small fortune, inspiring even more curious whispers all around)
Bilbo is STRESSING sooo much about everything, it would be endearing if he wasn’t stressing you out by proxy – he just wants you to have the most pleasant day! every now and then you need to calm him down as you get further into planning, but alas, he survives
there’s fireworks! in all your favorite colors
he stumbles over his words slightly during the ceremony but he can’t help it, he is just overcome by how much he loves you and that you’re actually getting married!
the party lasts until dawn basically; whoever survives, survives.
he’s not one for much dancing in front of hundreds of guests, but he’s obliged to take you for a spin at least a couple times (and show you off a bit, he’s allowed to be sweetly possesive).
not removing his hands off of you for a single second – you’re his now, and also stunning, and why should he not be all over you, especially on this day?
a billion kisses and maybe even a small makeout session or two when he thinks nobody’s watching (except the nosy relatives who gasp, but they won’t remember much in the morning anyway…)
؛༊ FÍLI
the most romantic little affair ever.
as much as he was pushed to make it a big royal thing, he managed, with his charming stubbornness, to talk his uncle and brother into making it at least a medium-sized event, as per your wishes and comfort.
as much as he is involved with planning the whole thing by your side, his main priority is that you get everything you want, whether it’s a flower that is completely out of season, or a cake flavoring that can be found only three kingdoms away, he will pull out all the stops to make you feel like absolute royalty. to him, it’s in a way also proving that he will be an amazing, dependable husband
before the chaos of the day, you two ditch the traditions and actually get ready for it together, and of course, wedding braids are a must.
it’s very intimate and sweet, calming both of your nerves prior to the grand event.
the only downside is that now you have to wait to extend those sweet moments into something more, but you will definitely be sneaking off here and there to indulge in each other just a bit before the end of the party.
he will not leave your side for a single second all throughout the day, he is all but glowing with pride and joy with having found his one person for life, and making it official in front of those who matter to the two of you
one of the sweetest parts of the day was when the two of you shared the first dance as a married couple – he held you as close as possible and you will never forget the shimmering look in his blue eyes
؛༊ KÍLI
well the two of you crazy kids were feeling particularly adventurous and enamored that you straight up ended up eloping – when he was in love, that was it, and waiting and organizing something for months in advance wasn’t really up his alley; as long as you wouldn’t feel like you’re missing out on something.
he writes his vows in the form of a letter to you, as do you to him, and you read them out to each other somewhere beautiful, preferably during sunset or some romantic time like that.
there are definitely some wholesome and happy tears involved, but it’s certainly the perfect occasion for those!
naturally, you put each other’s hair into intricate braids, with the utmost love and care
you know what’s amazing?? there is nobody else around which means you can kiss each other to your hearts’ content!
when you return home as a very MARRIED couple, there is definitely a bit of commotion and surprise, but also… he’s a mischievous romantic, so at least his brother wouldn’t have been all too shocked
maybe you get talked into at least hosting a big dinner for the closest family and friends
he can only avoid his uncle’s insistence so much…
but it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things – you had gotten what you’d originally wanted anyway, so you might indulge those closest to you and let them partake in celebrating your love story
this dwarf is absolutely smitten with you and it’s evident on his face 24/7, he is just so elated at the thought of spending the rest of your lives together!!
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Tolkien Preference- Their Favourite Body Part of Yours
Hair- Elrond
Elrond is absolutely enchanted by your hair. Long or short he loves to run his fingers through it. He could spend hours braiding it and is not above begging you to let him wash it for you. In the bedroom he doesn’t like to pull it, instead enjoys stroking or caressing it
Eyes- Glorfindel
Glorfindel can easily get lost in your eyes. Though he’s a powerful warrior, his biggest weakness is your eyes. He will sit and listen to you speak, loving the way your eyes light up. In the bedroom he begs you to look into his eyes constantly, especially when you cum
Lips- Arwen
Arwen loves your lips, not just kissing them, but staring and touching them. After an evening together she will trace her fingers over your lips. Sometimes she feels a little bad because she wants to listen to you speak, but she just gets so distracted by your lips
Breasts- Fili
Fili, like most dwarves, loves the softer parts of women. His favourite part of you are your breasts. He loves to lay on your breasts when you cuddles, and will have them in his mouth during sex. He can’t help watch them when you ride your horse or dance, and it drives him mad
Stomach- Bilbo
Bilbo is a hobbit, so of course he loves your stomach. Loves laying of stomach while you cuddle together. Will reach his hand under your shirt to feel your stomach. He also loves how your stomach gets a bit bigger after he’s fed you well, but he would never actually say that
Legs- Frodo
Frodo is short, even by hobbit standards, but that doesn’t bother him. His height just means that he can stare at your legs all damn day. Frodo like to sit against your legs while you read together, and loves to lay entangled in them post sex
Hands- Legolas
Legolas sometimes gets lost staring at your hands. He loves to feel your hand tracing against it chest, holding his hand, or grabbing his waist when you ride together. His eyes gets all starry staring at your hands grasping your bow and loosening your arrow when he tries to teach you archery
Ass- Thorin
Thorin has no shame in letting you know how much he loves your ass. In public he’s subtle, but he definitely will stare. In private he will grab and slap your ass as much as he likes, even when he growl at him, he kinda loves it
Thighs- Kili
Kili finds both comfort and arousal in your thighs. He loves to lay his head on them while you run your fingers through his hair. He also could live between your thighs, often telling you that suffocating between them would be his favourite way to die
Neck- Eowyn
Eowyn loves both the sweet little giggles you make when you pecks your neck with kisses. She also loves the intoxicating way you moan when she bites and sucks at your neck. She’s been distracted many times during training watching you wipe sweat from your neck. She often smirks at you every time Eomer asks why you’re wearing a scarf during warmer weather
A/N: I need to do more headcanons these are so CUTE
Thorin: You could fall asleep on him anywhere. And it happens often. He’s always scooping you up into his arms, patting his thigh for you to come sit on, or bundling you up in his lap to read with/to you. There’s times he’ll be sitting in the throne room and he beckons you over, inviting you to spend some time just lounging on his lap. You doze off easily here, especially when there’s no one else around to disturb you. You don’t fall into a deep sleep, but enjoy closing your eyes and letting your mind wander, entering a deeply restful state with your head tucked against his shoulder. Or, it will be late evening, perhaps after dinner or when he returns to his bedchamber, and he’ll read to you by the fire. He doesn’t intend to make you fall asleep, but finds it adorable when you inevitably do.
Fili: It’s happened before when you go off hunting with him, or even just exploring. You’ll lose yourselves in the woods intentionally to get some peace away from everything for at least a little while. After doing some wandering, you’ll find a nice big tree to sit and talk. But the calm breeze in the leaves, quiet birdsong, and warm sunlight eventually make you tired. You’ll lean your head against his shoulder, just listening to him talk, or even just sitting in silence, and before you know it, it’s become dusky out and Fili’s gently nudging you, telling you it’s time to head back. You’ll sleepily stand, wobbling a little, groggily asking him how long you’d slept. He only smiles and offers to carry you back. He loves letting you rest like this, out in nature with him, and intentionally waits as long as he can before waking you.
Kili: You’ll often fall asleep on him with your head in his lap, usually late at night around a fire. He enjoys being up late, socializing into the night with his brother and friends. You love being with him and assure him you don’t mind, even when he offers to head back with you whenever you’re sleepy. But your social battery certainly does not last as long as his, and when you do actually get tired, you’ll just turn on your side and lay your head in his lap, the vibrations of his voice and laughter lulling you into drowsiness. You never plan on falling asleep—just “resting your eyes”, you say—but as soon as Kili realizes you’ve knocked out, he’s carefully lifting you into his arms and calling it a night with an amused smile on his face.
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Kili
This poor guy had spent so long trying to flirt to no avail. It seemed that no matter how much he braided Reader's hair they just weren't catching on. Was he doing this wrong? Or were they just not interested and ignoring him to be nice instead of outright turning him down? God he'd begun questioning everything.
Until Gandalf came by having noticed Kili's rather pathetic attempts at flirting, placing a grounding hand on his shoulder and speaking in a rather amused tone.
"You know it's only dwarves that flirt like that, right?"
Kili just stared up at him, utterly confused and a little embarrassed now, though he knew the only way find a way that actually works would be to ask for help.
"Well... What should I do, then?"
Gandalf took a puff of his pipe and chuckled, giving a small shrug and responding lightly, not wanting to make Kili feel even worse.
"Just get them some flowers. It's a small thing but if they like you back they should realise what it means."
Kili just stared up at him, seeing how horribly it has been going up until now, of course he had more questions. But he decided to just trust Gandalf on this one.
He showed up by Reader's bedroll, right before they were about to fall asleep, with a bunch of flowers held messily in his hand, each of them picked from around the forest. He tried to keep them relevant to reader some the colour of their eyes, some matching the colour of their clothes.
"I got these for you..."
He was a little nervous but he stood upright, trying to seem confident, giving reader a sheepish smile as he handed them the flowers.
"I hope you like them..."
Fili
Fili figured out just messing with reader's hair and braiding it wasn't going to cut it. Seeing as reader hadn't said anything in return or returned the gesture. So he assumed it was just a difference in cultures. He wasn't going to ask for help from someone else though. If he was going to do this he was going to do it himself.
So he started experimenting. Talking to them more, staying by their side more. Generally getting to know them and stuff. The more he knew the more he could use it to flirt, no? It started small of course.
Giving reader bits of his meal he knew they enjoyed. Offering to eat the stuff they didn't like. Cutting up fruits for them and giving it to them as snacks throughout the day. Simple acts of service.
Then he decided to take it a little further. Helping them with cleaning and sharpening their weapons. Setting up reader's bedroll for them nearer to the campfire so save them a warmer spot. Just quiet ways of showing affection until they caught on.
Thorin
He clearly wasn't sure of how to flirt. He didn't want to do it the dwarven way, braiding and taking care of reader's hair because he didn't want the rest of the company to know. Much less that sassy wizard who was sure to tease him for it.
So he decided to do it by giving them things. Always making sure to find a way to make up excuses for why he was doing it. The sword they'd found in a cave that he gave to reader instead of keeping? Just to help them stay safe. Plus why would he use an even made weapon of all things. Obviously he wouldn't have kept it for himself anyways. The rings he handed them? They weren't worth much anyways. Plus he had enough of them.
Then it started becoming a little... Extra. Actually valuable things, things that Thorin wouldn't even trust his own nephew's with. That sort of thing.
Thranduil
He's a lot more open with his flirting than the three dwarves we've just talked about. He'll show his love in pretty much every form he can. Physical touch? He's got it. He's practically worshiping reader from head to toe. Making sure to show an equal amount of love to each part of them. Gifts? It would be an insult to assume he doesn't provide gifts. Anything reader wants they get almost instantly. Acts of service? Might not be directly from him but he'll order servants around to do things that will save reader time and effort. So that close enough for him. Words of affirmation? He's making sure to praise reader for every act. Even if it seems insignificant to others.
It's quality time where it gets a little more complicated. He's a king. So obviously he's going to be busy. Which may be why he's so excessive when it comes to everything else. He's trying his best to make up for his absence through the things he does when he actually has time to be around reader.
Bofur
He's a lot more open than the rest of the dwarves. He knows that even if his flirting goes unnoticed or unreciprocated it won't be the end of the world. So he just took to flirting by trying to make reader feel as comfortable and welcomed as possible on their quest.
He took note of their eating habits. What they like eating. What they didn't like eating. Any small things that helped them enjoy their food. What helped them rest easier. Preference on watch times. That sort of thing.
And he used that knowledge to make them feel as best as he could. Preparing their favourite foods on days that didn't go that well. Trying to use as little ingredients they disliked as possible. Offering to take watch at times they knew reader would rather be asleep at.
Bilbo
He's a lot more physical with his affection than anyone else. Anytime the company had to camp anywhere remotely cold? He's huddled up as close to reader as possible. Anytime they're out traveling? Staying by reader's side, trying to get any excuse to hold their hand.
Something dangerous happened? He's hugging them the moment the group is back together. They fight exceptionally well or do their job better than usual? He's squeezing their shoulder and making sure they know they're appreciated.
Is it subtle? Not at all. Practically everyone knows of Bilbo's feelings for reader. But that doesn't make it any less sweeter.
Gandalf
With the amount of times he just disappears out of thin air he doesn't have much time to actually spend with reader. But he does make up for it thought other things he did.
Using his magic to help reader was the biggest example of it. Using it to make their pain go away whenever they get injured. Using it purely for entertainment in the early hours of the morning when they're keeping watch together. The lot.
Not to mention bringing them little trinkets from his journey. The smallest thing that reminds him of them will be picked up and in reader's travel pack by the time he'd back.
Pairing: Kili x reader
Summary: The elves told you not to touch the flowers... of course you never listen.
Warnings: sex pollen fic so could be read as dub-con, but isn't since you and Kili want each other, protective Kili, begging, praise, lots of dirty talk, hair pulling, size kink (kind of? I think?), biting, choking, oral- f receiving, rough sex, i'm sure i'm missing some other important tag
so, for funsies, I had this song on repeat while I was writing. enjoy! also: ibinê- my gem
One moment you're admiring the deep amber veins running through the sky blue petals of a pretty little flower, and the next you're sneezing your head off, coated head to toe in a thick sheen of pollen. You didn't even know flowers could produce that much! Kili is no help, of course. Too busy doubled over in laughter at your misfortune.
"It isn't funny!" You move to kick him, but Fili grabs you by the collar and holds you in place. "Not fair!"
Fili smirks down at you, blue eyes sparkling with a quieter mirth than his brother. "You don't expect to have dinner like that, do you?"
Your mouth falls open. "The rest of you are just as dirty! Why is my dinner the only one being held hostage?"
"Because you," Fili taps your nose, "are the only one who refused to listen when Lord Elrond said not to touch any of the flowers."
"It's just a flower," you mutter, feeling properly put in your place. Fili tends to have that effect on you. From the moment you met him, you fully embraced his eldest brother aura and never looked back.
Kili on the other hand...
That's slightly more complicated.
It isn't that you don't like him. You really do. Maybe... a little... too much. But can a girl be blamed, really? He's kind and funny with a sense of duty and honor that runs so deep it's in his bones. The sort of man it's easy, almost natural, to be around. Not to mention he's easy to look at. You've never met a man so pretty as him. The thick, dark hair of his that you assume covers every bit of his well muscled body... and his eyes! You could get lost in them if he would let you.
"Go wash up," Fili tells you with a sense of finality that leaves no room for argument.
He's turning into a mini-Thorin these days, and you tell him as much once you're out of his reach, dashing up a set of stairs one of the elves directs you toward. Fili feigns offense before rolling his eyes and heading to dinner. Kili, on the other hand, dawdles at the foot of the steps, watching the elf guiding you with narrowed eyes. He doesn't like how the elf's hand lingers at the small of your back, not quite touching but close enough to set Kili's teeth on edge. He shouldn't care. He knows he doesn't have a right to care. There's no chance you feel for him what he feels for you. Even still... Kili stands rooted in place until you disappear from his view.
Maybe he should follow? Make sure nothing untoward happens?
"Kili! Come on or I'll give your portion to our hobbit friend!" Fili ends up making the decision for him.
"I'm coming!" His dark eyes flicker back to the spot you vanished from. He knows you'll be back momentarily, but he can't help the ache in his chest that tells him something is wrong.
You're about three paces from the bathroom when the cramping starts. It's deep in your belly, bringing you to your knees before you can take a full breath. You moan in pain as your arms fly to your midsection in an attempt at providing some comfort.
"Miss?" Lindir kneels beside you, slight worry etched into his handsome features.
Handsome, yes... but not as handsome as Kili.
Your brain goes slightly fuzzy at the thought.
Kili, with his soft hair and even softer eyes. He always looks at you like you're the best thing he's ever known, but he looks at everyone that way. It's part of his charm, you suppose. He can make anyone feel like they're the only person that matters when he looks at them. You aren't sure if it's a talent or a curse. What you do know is that it works dreadfully well on you.
You try to physically shake the haze out of your brain which Lindir interprets as an answer to his question. Rather than taking you to the bathroom, he redirects your path, helping you up and getting you situated in a bedchamber further down the hall. Cool evening air hits your skin immediately. You didn't even realize how hot you were getting.
Lindir grabs a basin and cloth from the other side of the room. His mind is working overtime, developing a hypothesis that Elrond will surely dislike. "Miss, I need you to disrobe. We must get the pollen off you before it is too late."
"Huh?" You look up, but it isn't Lindir's face you see. It's Kili's. "K-kili?"
"No, miss." Lindir's expression turns from mild worry to full alarm. He works quietly and efficiently as he cleans the pollen from your skin, moving with a gentle sort of grace as he removes your soiled clothing. They'll be no good anymore.
He sends one of the nearby female servants to fetch you a gown. "Something light. The fever has already begun."
Once she returns, Lindir has her dress you so he can report to Elrond on your... condition. He's only seen this happen once before and it didn't end well for anyone involved. Hearts were broken that night.
Lindir enters the dining hall, bowing to Elrond and Gandalf before speaking. "My lord, it is the girl. Her fever has begun and I fear things are progressing far more quickly for her."
Alarm rings in Elrond's ears. "Where is she?"
"I took her to the hall we set aside for the dwarves. She is in her own room. My lord, I have done my best to keep her comfortable, but-"
Keep her comfortable? Kili jumps up. That was the elf that was touching you earlier. "What does that mean? Keeping her comfortable? If she's sick then what could you possibly do for her that we couldn't? I've been keeping her alive for weeks!"
Bofur and Fili share a look that seems to say "barely", but they both keep their mouths shut. Kili's current outburst has been at least a fortnight coming.
"What is happening" Kili demands.
Lindir's head tilts, considering the dwarf before him. "Are you, by chance, Kili?"
"Yes?" He straightens his coat, standing a little taller.
"She called for you. She thought I was you." Lindir looks over to Elrond. "Perhaps he is the one?"
Elrond takes Kili in. From the top of his head to the soles of his boots, Kili burns with an energy that seems almost frantic. Almost like it's searching for its other half, knowing it's near but unable to reach it. After a long moment he simply says, "yes."
Kili looks between the two elves and tries to beat back the waves of anger. "What are you talking about?"
"The pollen of the flower your friend came in contact with contains a powerful aphrodisiac. All of you were warned not to touch it because even the most miniscule of contact can have some rather... interesting effects. Fever. Hallucinations." Elrond pauses and considers Kili once more. "A need for release so intense it leaves one feeling more beast than man. Are you still intent on helping your friend, Prince?"
Kili blinks. Once, twice, a third time. Is he? It would be a lie to say he's never imagined what the heat between your thighs would feel like around his fingers. How you would taste on his tongue. Many nights during this long, shared journey he's imagined how soft and sweet your skin would feel pressed against him. Now he has the opportunity in front of him, but he's hesitant. Will you remember? Will you even want him the same way he wants you when the dense fog of lust leaves your body?
Eventually, Kili nods. Elrond gestures towards the door Lindir entered through and Kili has to scramble to keep up with the elf as he turns and marches out of the dining area. They walk in silence, Kili practically vibrating out of his own skin the whole way. He isn't sure what to expect or what he'll walk in to, and Lindir doesn't seem eager to offer up any sort of advice.
Not that Kili needs any.
He's confident he can satisfy you should that be what you require.
Better than Lindir could anyway.
Kili looks at the elf out of the corner of his eye.
Yeah. Definitely better than him.
Lindir pauses outside of your room and places a hand against Kili's chest to stop him from hurrying inside. "Rushing in would be unwise, Prince. She is in a delicate-"
Kili knocks the elf's hand away and steps inside. The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of lust and arousal. You're spread out on a large bed, hand sinking into the wetness between your thighs, face pressed into a pillow as moans spill from your lips. Kili freezes. He hadn't been expecting this scene exactly, but he finds himself completely unable to look away. Your head twists to the other side, eyes opening slightly, growing wider when you register his presence. You'd been trying to achieve some sort of relief with minimal success. Kili's face was replaying in your mind the whole time.
And now he's really here. Really in front of you. You sit up, wanting to offer some explanation, but nothing comes as you look at him. He's just so hopelessly handsome. High cheekbones, a sharp jaw, thighs that could probably make you cum right now if he would only sit and let you grind against him. You want to ask for it. Want to ask for him.
Words won't come.
Words are... hard.
You can't seem to get them out as Kili approaches the bed, but that demanding heat in your body flares and responds to his every movement. The way he says your name, all sweet and concerned with a hint of something heavy underneath it all, has the throbbing between your legs returning in full force. You can't help it. And honestly, even if you could? You wouldn't want to. You've wanted him for so long...
Kili presses his palm to your feverish forehead as you look up at him, doe-eyed and silently pleading. It takes everything in you not to tilt your head up ever so slightly and drag your tongue over his hand just so you can get those deliciously thick fingers in your mouth. You want to feel them press against your tongue and drag against your teeth. You want to see his lips part and his eyes darken as he watches you hollow your cheeks around his fingers, sucking and licking and-
He says your name. Once. Only once. You aren't certain if it's real or the murky cloud of need in your brain, but you swear it comes out like a moan.
"Please," is all you can manage to say back to him. "Please, Kili, make it stop."
Unease flickers in his eyes. Lindir and Elrond didn't tell him exactly how to make it stop. Only that you needed some kind of release. "I'm not certain how..."
He drops his hand from your forehead to the smooth column of your throat. Your skin already burns from the fever, but his touch sears through even that. A sob escapes you as desperation fills you to the point of pain. You want him to touch you. You need him to touch you.
Your breath comes in short little pants, unable to get enough air to properly fill your chest. "Just... touch me?... please?"
"Where?" Kili's voice drops, rough and deep and you feel it in your core. "Tell me how to help you. Show me."
You whine and let your hand travel down your body. His eyes follow your every move, pupils blown wide in the warm light of the setting sun. He's beginning to feel warm as well when he watches your hand disappear beneath the thin cotton nightgown. Heat radiates from you like a forge and he's ready to lose himself in it when you whisper one little word in the air between the two of you.
"Here."
Any hesitancy Kili once had completely leaves him as he strips out of his clothes, climbing on the bed with you. You gasp when he grips your hips and maneuvers you beneath his strong body. All of your fantasies of Kili, day dreams, and hopes are nothing compared to the man who's now in front of you. He's a wall of solid, well carved muscle built through training and hard labor. You were right about his hair as well. His chest is covered, a trail even leading from his belly button to the base of the most mouthwatering cock you've ever seen. Lengthy and thick, the tip already dripping pre-cum. Each line of his body calls out to you, begging to be touched and loved and worshipped, but you don't dare move until he does. Even with need singing so loudly in your blood you wait. You wait for Kili to push you back on the bed, slotting himself between your thighs before claiming your lips.
You throw your arms around him, arching up against his body, starving for the feel of his skin against yours. Kili kisses you like a man who believes his chance will never come again. He's thorough. Ravenous. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, drawing a moan out from deep inside you.
"Say my name," he begs. "C'mon, love, let's hear it."
"Kili..."
He hums, turning his attention and kisses to your throat. "Again."
You spread your legs wider as he works his way down, fingers tangling in that gorgeous hair of his. "Kili."
Kili's lips caress your inner thigh through your nightgown, his nose ghosting over where you want him the most. "Once more, ibinê."
"Kili!"
His head snaps up, eyes sparkling with a joy he only gets from teasing you. "Is it so unbearable?"
You nod, tugging harshly on his hair. A soft "ah!" escapes him at the feeling and his hips twitch in a way you might not have noticed if you weren't so focused on his body. He grits his teeth, resisting the urge to flip you over and fuck you then and there. He's wanted to taste you for so long now. To bury his face in your gorgeous cunt and lick until he's all but drunk off your sweetness. To leave burns from his beard against your skin that would make riding a pony almost painful. To make you beg and scream and cry from the pleasure he knows he can give you.
So, as he pushes up your nightgown, he decides he'll take the opportunity presented and worry about the future when the sun comes up.
Kili's tongue laps at your slit, savoring the arousal dripping out of you. How long have you been like this? Wet and wanting and ready for him? Just for him. All for him. All his. The words echo around and around in his mind, growing louder and louder with each sweet sound you make when his tongue dips inside you. You grind your hips against his face, overwhelmed by pleasure and by him.
"I love you." The words slip out of your mouth easily because they come from a place of deep truth. You've wanted to say it before but never have. They come out now though. And there's no taking it back.
Kili won't let you.
He stills for half a second before resuming with a renewed sense of purpose. Where his licks were teasing, almost lazy before, he's needy now. Desire claws at his chest and he needs to feel you cum on his face as he eats your cunt. Needs it more than air at this point, and a part of him wonders if some of that pollen got on him too. But no. It didn't. It's just you that does this to him. He sinks two fingers inside you, his hips grinding into the bed when you gasp and pull his hair once more. He loves it. Loves you. Wants the whole of Rivendell to hear you as you cum on his lips and fingers.
Your cunt clenches around his fingers as an orgasm washes over you and Kili cums with a shudder. "Ibinê... you're doing so well for me..."
In the back of your mind you register the sticky white fluid covering Kili's lower stomach when he moves onto his knees, but you don't have time to actually think about it. Your brain is still too lust riddled and Kili isn't finished with you yet. He throws your legs over his shoulders, lining his cock up with your entrance. You sit up slightly and watch as each inch disappears inside you. Kili grips your hips, one hand trailing to your stomach where he can see the faint outline of his cock inside you. His eyes are full of wonder when he meets your own gaze.
Kili's lips meet your own, this kiss much different than the ones before it. This one is sloppy and demanding, his tongue licking into your mouth hungrily. Like he can't get enough of it. Of you. His hand currently resting on your hip slides up to your throat. He squeezes slightly, testing the boundaries. When you tilt your head to give him a better angle he growls low and deep, snapping his hips forward to fuck deeper into you.
You cry out, hands flying to wrap around his wrist at your throat. Not to pull away but to anchor yourself. Kili feels fucking heavenly inside you. Thick, so wonderfully thick, and longer than you expected. Unlike most other me, he knows how to use his size to his advantage and how to bring you pleasure with it. He fucks you deep but not excessively hard, reaching a spot inside you with each stroke that you didn't even know existed.
"Tell me," Kili demands through labored breaths. "Tell me how you've been craving this."
Dark strands of hair fall into his eyes that smolder with his demand. He's panting as your cunt clenches around him in the most delicious agony he's ever felt. "Tell me," he repeats.
"I-i've wanted this... so bad... for so long..."
"How long?"
You hiss, nails digging into his skin as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. "Since... since we met..."
Kili smiles and it's almost blinding in its happiness. "Truly?"
You nod, unable to provide anything but honesty. You're so close and he just feels so fucking good. "Kili."
He bends his head down, lips ghosting over your ear, breath warm on your face. "Yes?"
"I'm close."
"Are you?" He releases your throat, hand travelling down your body with a feather light touch. Kili reaches between the two of you and glides two fingers over your sensitive clit. He watches your body jerk with a grin, pressing his forehead to yours. "Will you cum for me, love?"
You moan, arching into his touch. "Yes!"
"Yes?" Kili doesn't stop his movements, loving how your silken walls milk his cock, begging him for his own release. He would fuck you just like this all day, every single day if he could. "Do it. Let me feel it."
The world goes dark at the edges and your ears ring loudly as your climax finds you. Kili watches, completely enamored as you fall apart beneath him with a loud scream. You claw at his chest, little moans leaving you as he keeps fucking you through it, his own orgasm not far behind.
His words are slurred as he asks, "let me cum inside?"
You nod, clinging tightly to him.
Kili kisses you, groaning against your lips as he spills inside you. He notices how his cum leaks from your cunt as he pulls out, hot and sticky against your pretty thighs. Collapsing on the bed beside you, he scoops it up with two fingers and holds it to your lips. You look at him with bleary eyes and a satiated smile, opening your mouth for his offering. The taste of the two of you mingle on your tongue, heady and salty. Kili makes a satisfied noise as you clean his fingers. His eyes never stray from your face.
You can still feel that low burning ache of neediness in your belly, but now you think it has more to do with Kili than the pollen.
Hi!! i absolutely loveddd what you did with the last request i sent in 🥰🥰
i was wondering if you could do something with maybe the fellowship and the company (but mainly kili bc hes my bbg) reacting to reader getting injured and knocked undone in a battle? like maybe she's been tossed about a bit by an enemy and then she gets thrown to the ground, and its how they respond and try to help her and stuff
thankyou so much, your stuff is truly getting me through this latest lotr hyperfixation 😭😭
gonna do this for the fellowship as well but i'll do it separate! hope you don't mind <3
He is the type to immediately panic the moment you fall
He is not hardened for battle, and wouldn't take it well if someone he loves gets thrown to the ground
Would rush to your side instantly, disregarding his own life
Likely stammering in distress when he notices a big gash across your face, grabbing something, anything, to press against the wound
And tells you to stay still and to stay calm, even though he's panicking himself
He feels helpless during the moment, instantly blaming himself for you getting hurt, thinking he could have done something to prevent it
After the dwarves had tended to you, getting you warm and disinfecting your wound, Bilbo would be your shadow for the next day
He brings you SO much food, as that's his love language, and fusses about how you need to eat to get better
Gets cranky about you moving too much, checks your bandages, and snuggles up to your side at night in case you need him
"No! Don't get up! Stay put right there, I'll grab whatever it is you need. You don't need to tear your stitches over it."
Thorin
When on the battlefield, Thorin's initial reaction is a cold, focused rage on the monster that hurt you
He cuts a path through to get to you, shielding you from whatever it was from hurting you more
Barking orders at everyone else to cover him while he carried you to safety nearby
But once alone, his tough persona cracks, and his hand is shaking as he pulls back your blood-soaked shirt to find the massive gash across your chest
Swearing under his breath, with worry pooling in his eyes as you groan in pain
Thorin cannot handle seeing his family get hurt, especially when he is supposed to be the leader, and he cannot help but rethink the situation over and over, and what he could have done wrong to have this happen to you
When you're recovering, he's a quiet protection, not staying too close as to not smother you, but definitely keeping a closer eye on you
And refusing to let you do certain things on your own, like lifting yourself up rock faces, he would lift you up to Dwalin to grab you
"Rest Y/N. I will keep watch."
Kili
Kili is definitely the type to react more emotionally, compared to his brother, at least
If you are struck, he does not hide his terror
He sees red and throws himself at the enemy, going insane and ripping them apart until someone like Thorin or Dwalin bring him back to his senses
When you are being tended to, he does not leave your side
Hands hovering over you, pushing your hair out of your face, adjusting your clothes so your more comfy
But it isn't until nightfall, when he has you tucked to his chest, his strong arms so tight around you
And you say, "Kili sweetie, you're squeezing me too tightly. Loosen up a little, maybe?"
And his chest starts shaking in silent sobs, pent-up emotions from this whole ordeal that has become too much for him
You have to reassure him, kissing his tears away, telling him that it's not his fault, and he protected you the best he could
He gets so scared of losing you, but wants to act strong in front of everyone, but with you he just cannot help it
"I'm sorry, my love, I was just so terrified seeing that happen to you."
Fili
When you get hurt, Fili's protective instincts go into overdrive
He keeps his cool, doesn't lash out, but you can see the terror flash on his face
He is skilled at first aid, so at the first opportunity, he rushes to your side and immediately puts pressure on your wound
He bandages swiftly, asking how you're feeling, checking your pulse, telling you to stay awake and keeping talking so you stay focused
He is the greatest at cracking jokes to make you laugh in the moment, which helps in keeping you and him from freaking out
He carries you himself back to camp, keeping a level head on himself, telling himself that you will be okay
And he is a medical freak all night for you
Asking you if it's hurting every 10 minutes, to rate your pain, cleaning the wound whenever the slightest bit of dirt gets on it, watching your chest for breathing while you sleep
He gets encouraged to move away by Thorin, who is worries that he is losing sleep over your condition, and reassuring that you will be fine without him for a few hours
It takes some convincing, but he eventually calms and stops watching over you like a hawk
"I'll try a few hours Uncle, but have someone else here to watch her just in case, please."
Dwalin
Dwalin has seasoned warrior instincts
The moment he sees you fall, he rushes over and picks you up, pulling you behind his shield
His voice is rough and sharp. "Don't fall asleep, stay awake Y/N."
Not angry, but just to keep you grounded and in the moment
He tries his best to patch you up hidden behind a tree with some of the fabric ripped from his clothes
But when he gets the chance, he scoops you back up and removes you from the battlefield, putting you somewhere safe and reassuring you that he will be back to grab you
Once the fight is over, his worry becomes more visible
He does not like admitting his fear, but seeing you get so hurt rattled him
He masks his worry with gruffs, scolding you for not being more careful, for not staying closer to him
"This is what happens when you wander off from me. Remain closer to me next time."
When recovering, his presence is quiet but protective, like a guard dog
And sometimes you'll catch him watching with a soft expression on his face
