If you do requests, I would love a Fili one! Specifically, his hobbit gf who has short hair tells him she’s going to grow it out so that he can finally put it in braids <33
A/N: this was such a cute request, thank you so much for sending it in (and your patience!)! Hope you like it!
Fíli x fem!hobbit (unnamed) OC
Requested: obviously
Warnings: just lots of teeth rotting fluff I guess?
Word count: 753 words
Always yours
“You’re staring again,” she said without taking her eyes off the page of her book. As handsome and charming as her companion was, the story she was reading was too intriguing and she really wanted to know what the heroine would do next.
But there came no response to her comment and eventually her curiosity got the best of her. She peeked over the edge of the paper, straight into the bright blue eyes of her intended.
“See? I knew I was right,” she teased with a smile.
Fíli chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest, making her smile even wider. There truly wasn’t a lovelier sound.
“Such beauty as yours is meant to be admired, ibrizinlêkhê, you cannot fault me for doing so.”
She twirled a lock of hair around her finger as she resumed her reading, a blush colouring her cheeks at the given praise. Even after months of courting she still wasn’t used to the numerous compliments Fíli showered her with.
“Your hair’s getting quite long,” Fíli commented as he let his fingers glide through her deep brown curls. “I suppose it’s almost time to cut it again.”
She didn’t miss the disappointment in his voice, even though she knew he’d tried to hide it. She usually let her curls grow until it reached her shoulders, or until it was at ‘proper Hobbit-length’ as she’d always say, before the scissors would appear. Even though Fíli knew hair wasn’t as important to Hobbits as it was to Dwarrows, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness every time his future wife took out the scissors.
But now it almost brushed her collarbones, the longest it had ever been and Fíli loved it. How the curls danced around her face as she was running around the kitchen, cooking yet another feast, or how they framed her perfectly round face as she was engrossed in one of her books, shielding her from prying eyes. His fingers itched to braid her auburn locks, to take three strands and weave them together, following an all-too-familiar pattern, sealing it with a bead containing his sigil and making her truly his in the eyes of Mahal. But he respected her too much, and the last thing he would want for her was to abandon her own culture.
“About that…” she began, pulling him out of his thoughts. She went to the heavy wooden chest of drawers, took something out of the top drawer and placed it in his hand with a shy smile. A pair of scissors.
Fíli’s eyes went wide at the suggestion. “You cannot ask me to… I can’t-”
He loved her with all his heart, she was his whole world without any doubt, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do if she asked him to, but this request was really pushing his limits.
The Hobbit girl laughed, her giggles like tiny bells in the evening breeze, and she folded her small hands around his large one holding the scissors, closing it with an encouraging squeeze.
“I don’t want you to use them,” she reassured him, “I want you to keep them, since I have no need for them anymore.”
Fíli stared at her, his features twisted in confusion, before he realised what it meant. He dropped the scissors and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, the book she was reading toppling to the ground but neither of them noticed. As he let go of her, his hands moved from her waist to cup her cheeks, brushing a strand of hair out of her face with his thumb.
“I know how important this is to you, and your kin. You’ve done so many things to make me feel at home. So I decided I wanted to grow out my hair, long enough for you to braid it. And I think we’re there, don’t you?”
Fíli positively beamed with happiness, blinking a few times as if he couldn’t believe what had just occurred. He closed the already small distance between them with a small tug, and kissed her hard, a kiss full of passion and promises and want.
As they separated, both catching their breaths, he took something out of his pocket, and opened his hand, revealing a silver bead. “I’ve carried this with me ever since we started courting, but I never thought... Ibrizinlêkhê, would you do me the honour of letting me braid your hair?”
She smiled, her eyes a little teary at the sheer happiness and nodded.
Next to the dying fire || Thorin Oakenshield x gn!reader
Summary: Running very hot quickly, you weren’t one to enjoy cuddles in bed. However, during the journey you find yourself getting rather cold and turn to your husband for some warmth.
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x gn!reader, relationship established
Story type: fluff. a very little bit of angst, just a little flash of the future and thorin’s dragon sickness. fun.
Warnings: mentions of neglect in the future.
Word count: 1300, not proof read.
Been a while since i posted.
Thorin was warm. VERY warm.
As in; it felt like he was set into flames by Smaug himself warm.
And you got hot, and quick. You had no idea why, but SOMEHOW you just got too warm, too soon. So, naturally, you didn’t really like the cuddles in bed.
Well, you LIKED them, sure. It felt nice being in Thorin’s arms, but after a few minutes, it just felt like you were sleeping inside a vulcano and you had to move away from him before you’d drench the matress in your sweat. Thorin didn’t mind too much; he’ll cuddle you during the day, but even though Thorin was so warm, somehow he adored cuddles in bed. He ran cold quickly (for a dwarf, at least), and even when he stated he was cold his skin was still undeniably hot.
So no, the two of you didn’t cuddle during the night.
However, right now you were on a journey to the mountain and the weather was getting chilly. Even for you being out at night with no blanket was rather cold, and it wasn’t even winter yet! You tried to close in on yourself more, keeping your body heat close. Why did you offer to be the one furthest away from the fire?
“I’ll sleep there,” You had said, “I’m hot anyways so I won’t be bothered.” You had said.
Well, no.
Yes, you were hot, at THAT MOMENT. You were hot because you had just walked for an entire day in the sun with heavy armor. You didn’t think you’d actually feel this cold once the sun had set and you laid down.
Everyone was asleep, besides Fili and Bofur keeping guard, even Bilbo was sleeping! You had no idea how they did. You shivered again, pulling your knees closer to your chest as you lay on your side. You were aware you could always shuffle closer, it wasn’t unusual for the company to huddle together, and you could slip next to Thorin anytime; however, it would hurt your pride. You had been so set on sleeping away, bragging about how you wouldn’t get cold. Going to him now would be embarrassing.
When you shivered again, debating in your head if your pride was worth freezing your toes off, you came to the conclusion that this wasn’t a price you were willing to pay. Besides, you couldn’t get sick while on the journey. Begrudgingly you stood up, the little warmth you had gathered leaving your body. You shuffled over to Thorin, tapping his shoulder. He shuffled a bit, turning his head with half-closed eyes, “What is it?”
His voice was low and hoarse, but warm. Almost as warm as he was. Pleasant. “I’m cold.” You muttered softly, slightly embarrassed. The smile that came onto his features made it a little bit better, though. He didn’t say anything, just opening his arms for you. You gave him a grin, shuffling close to him as you felt his warm embrace engulf your body. His heat radiated to you, fighting away the cold that was against your skin. You curled up against him, tucking your head under his chin. You could feel his long hair moving with the strong wind, some strands occasionally tickling your face. It felt nice and comfortable and safe.
Thorin let out a sigh, his breath tickling your face as you felt his ribcage extending from where your head lay. His heartbeat was soft in your ear; slowed and serene. It was nice to know the he was relaxed. You were sure that sometimes he didn’t sleep properly at all, he didn’t seem at ease. Whenever you had watch you’d look at him, just to check up, and you’d see how his shoulders were tensed. His brows furrowed together and jaw clenched. You pulled your head a little bit away, just enough to look at his face, studying it.
His eyes were closed, no worry set on his face. His jaw was relaxed too, and you couldn’t help but trace your finger over it. The hairs of his beard tickled your skin, the pads of your fingers gently dancing over his cheek. He looked handsome and content, and you didn’t know how the sudden change came. It was the first time during the journey that you saw him sleeping calmly like this.
His eyes were still shut as he whispered: “What are you doing?”
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Your face.”
The dwarf let out a soft snort, his eyes fluttering open as he smiled, “For why?”
“Because it’s handsome.” You grinned, kissing his nose (which you loved dearly), “You seem very relaxed.” Thorin quirked an eyebrow, “I am always relaxed.”
“You act like you are,” you said, “but you’re not. As your wife I notice these kind of things, you know.” With a playful eye roll he nudged you with his elbow, “You and your wife argument.”
“It works.”
“Hm.”
“So?”
“So what?” Thorin turned his head slightly, his blue orbs peering up at you in curiousity. “So, what is it that makes you this relaxed?”
“A man can’t be relaxed without being interrogated?”
“If that man is Thorin Oakenshield, then no, definitly not.” You sent him a teasing smile, “This is the first time this entire journey I’ve seen you at peace. Why?” you queried.
“Because you’re here,” he stiffled a yawn, pulling you closer.
You studied his face, your eyes trailing over every feature, “I’ve been here the whole journey.” you retorded. Thorin shrugged, “Yes but you’re next to me now, Givashel.” You weren’t sure why, but you felt something pull in your chest. You placed your hand on his chest, fingers playing with the fabric of his coat. “Now I’m sure you’re safe, that you will not go away.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” You asked softly. You hated to be the reason he was so tense when sleeping. You hadn’t meant to worry him. He gave you a kind smile, “You always tell me what you want, I don’t wish to ask different of you. You would have told me if you wanted different.” He pushes some hair out of your face, “Even then I wouldn’t stop worrying for you, ghivasel. You’re the one I treasure most, no amount of gold in the mountain could replace that. I will always worry for you.”
Of course then you didn’t know yet that this wasn’t true. You didn’t know the terrible sickness that would succumb his mind, filling his heart with only a desire for gold and pushing you out. You didn’t know that he would push you away or insult you. Or that he would scream at you that you were a traitor, even though what you and Bilbo did was in his best interest. You didn’t know that he would pick the Arkenstone over you.
That he would’ve actually thrown you if Gandalf hadn’t showed up.
If you had known you wouldn’t have smiled. Wouldn’t have kissed him.
But you didn’t know so you allowed your mouth to curve upwards, cupping his bearded cheek to place your lips on his. It was short, but sweet. And when you pulled away you kept your face close, noses touching as you spoke; “I wouldn’t mind laying next to you for the remainder of the journey.” you said, giving him another peck. His hand found its way into your hair, massaging at the nape of your neck, “I think I could get used to that.”
From then on you’d always lay next to Thorin whenever possible, despite the teasing of the rest of the company. And -even if you weren’t cold- it made every night of the quest more bareable.
A/N: I finally found the inspiration to write again!
Request: "Can you make a Dwalin x human!reader where the reader is pretty but shy and is somehow always unconsciously touching Dwalin (holding his arm or hugging him) but he notices every time."
Growing up in a human village, (Y/N) had minimal exposure to dwarves. So, when they had first joined the company, they had been startled by the loudness and crudeness of their dwarven companions. Human men were typically not the most gentlemanly, outside of royalty at least, but usually were not so loud or crude outside of picking up a drink. While it certainly didn't offend (y/n), it was a bit of a culture shock.
This had led the young human to the company of the quieter members of the company, with the most withdrawn of all being Dwalin. The burly warrior was gruff and dismissive in the beginning but had quickly begun to take to the quiet beauty. Such a feat was unusual for Dwalin who was usually highly suspicious of any stranger especially those who were not of his kin or race. (Y/N)'s quiet nature and gentle mannerisms had drawn him in, a quiet beauty who seemed not to notice that they glowed the most amongst a crowd.
The closeness of their bond only grew in the first few months of the journey. Wherever one was found, the other was not far away. Whether it was when (Y/N) had been startled by the loudness of their companions, when fleeing from orcs, or simply sitting next to one another around the fire, (Y/N) was always holding onto the Dwalin in some way. These innocent touches hadn't escaped the notice of those closest to Dwalin, nor had they escaped the darrow's own notice.
(Y/N)'s affection warmed him. Never had anybody else doted on him to the extent that (Y/N) did. The touches did nothing to dampen his growing feelings. However, the darrow wasn't sure if (Y/N) was just touchy in nature or felt the same way as he. So Dwalin kept his feelings to himself, confiding in no one else. Despite this both Thorin and Balin had worked it out amongst themselves and made it their mission to give Dwalin the push he needed to make the first move. It hadn't been particularly hard to work out considering Dwalin blushed every time (Y/N) touched him. From scheduling watches and other duties together to leaving the only free sleeping spots next to one another Thorin and Balin planned it all. Though these attempts pushed the two closer together they did little to push the boundaries to anything outside of a close-knit friendship.
In the end it was there incessant harping at him that caused him to snap and awkwardly confront (Y/N) in the forest one night. It occurred when the two were gathering firewood late one evening in the forest. Dwalin had made a point of lugging along the heavier wood, like the gentledwarf he was, so that (Y/N) would not have to carry anything to heavy. Tension from his previous discussion with Thorin and Balin hung around him like a thick fog, seeping into (Y/N)'s mood too, threatening to choke them both.
It took a lingering touch on his shoulder by (Y/N) to comfort him that finally made the darrow snap. Dwalin was quick to brush away her hand, resulting in a questioning, and somewhat hurt, look to make an appearance on the young human's face. Dwalin sighed, "I need to know for my own peace of mind, are you such a touchy person with everybody that you're close or is it something more than that." (Y/N) let out a small nervous snort, "you're the most clueless man I've ever met." With that the human gave him a small peck on the cheek, gathered up the remaining firewood, and trekked back to the company, leaving a stunned darrow in their wake.
A.N: I will 100% do a part 2 to this if anyone wants it. (And I know Arien is the name of the sun in Middle-Earth but I absolutely adore the name so..) Actually- I’ll probably do it if no one wants it, the name Arien cannot be used in just one fic. (Although if I end up doing a post BOTFA fix-it guess who might make an appearance?) Anyways, love this fic, love this request, really hope y’all like it and please let me know what you think!
Requested by @shy-basementchild on Tumblr: Hello! I am so happy your requests are open! 🥺I love your stories, the Fili peppermint made me buy like 2 peppermint mocha drinks hahaha! But I was wondering if maybe I can request a little bit of a wholesome story where the human f!reader(who is a love interest to thorin) and the company come across a human baby during their journey to erebor and they all take turns taking care of it (which make thorin love the reader even more) and at the end of the whole quest, (no one dies. 😐) the human baby is adopted by thorin and the reader and they have another child naturally and they all just cuddle in front of the fire (maybe the human child asks for a puppy too? Haha!) I just need something cuddly, if that's ok? Haha!
Word Count: 985
Pairings: Thorin x Reader, Thorin and Reader with a Baby
Summary: You find a baby abandoned in the forest while on the Quest for Erebor.
Warnings: Fluff, Abandonment, A Baby
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Beloved
You halted in the middle of the path, head cocked, listening. “Oof!” Something crashed into you. “Y/N? Why did you sto-” The glare on your face silenced Kili mid-sentence. Still listening, you started to walk off the trail into the forest of pines. You were abruptly stopped by an arm flung out in front of you. Brushing past Thorin, you continued, showing no reaction to his sudden sputtering at your ignorance of him.
Creeping through the towering trees, feet making no sound on the ground padded with pine needles, you hear the sound again. It sounded like crying. Peeling back the branches of a bush, your eyes settle on a baby. Lying there, swaddled in a tattered brown blanket with it’s little toes peeking out, you could understand why it was crying. Upon seeing your face it hiccuped into silence and stared up at you, blinking with its mouth slightly parted.
“There’s a baby in the bushes.” Kili peered at it around you, looking shocked. “Y/N, what are we going to do? There’s a baby. In the bushes! Babies do not belong in bushes!” You laughed at him as Fili shoved him in exasperation.
Bending down, you picked the baby up, marvelling at its weight. Despite the fact that it had been abandoned in a forest, it was still in decent health. “There, there,” you cooed as the eyes of the child locked with your own. “It’s going to be all right, you’re safe with us now.” Humming a lullaby you remembered, you made your way back to the company with Fili and Kili, still dumbstruck, following behind you.
Emerging from the trees, you met the glare of your betrothed steadily. “Y/N.” You saw Thorin’s eyes register the bundle in your arms. “What is that?” You angled your arms so that he could see the calm face of the child. His eyes widened in shock. “That’s a baby.”
“I know that. KIli has already pointed it out several times.” You were completely deadpan, hiding an internal chuckle at the blush on the face of the young dwarf.
“In my defense, babies do not belong in bushes.”
“So you’ve said. Many times.” Fili gave his brother a good naturned shove.
Thorin shook his head in exasperation. “We cannot keep the baby, we’ll need to stop at the next settlement.”
At this you stiffened. “Why? We are perfectly capable of caring for this child!”
“Y/N, it is just not practical. We do not have the resources, and we are on a dangerous quest. This is no place for a baby.”
“I do not give a damn about practicality! We cannot just cast this child off at the next town. We are keeping it.” With that you began moving, leaving thirteen dumbstruck dwarves and a hobbit in your wake. You tried to hide a wince as the baby tugged on your courting braid, keeping your back straight, signifying your anger.
Later that night, you sat by the fire as Bombur stirred a pot suspended above. The scent of stew was wafting through the air on the smoke you could see spiraling up into the starry sky. Inhaling the delicious smell, you heard your stomach growl as you bounced the babbling child on your knee. She looked to be around six or seven months old- her family had probably tried their best to care for her, but given up.
You felt the balance of the log shift as someone sat next to you. “I am sorry for earlier.” Your head jerked up at that- Thorin rarely apologized, even to you. He kept speaking. “I can see how much this child already means to you, so we will do as much as possible to help it.”
You finally looked at him. The sincerity on his face was plain to see. “Thank you, my love. Would you like to hold her?” He started at that, and you giggled at the intense look of concentration on his face as you passed her over.
“Don’t laugh. I haven’t held a child since Kili- I’m out of practice!” He started bouncing the baby like you had been, remembering how he had helped his sister with his nephews.
“I do have one question, though. Why do you care so much about this baby?” He was looking intently at you.
“I was abandoned as a baby.” You heard his sharp intake of breath, but continued. “My birth parents left me, an eight-month-old, on the doorstep of a house in the north. I do not know who they were, but my adoptive parents took me in and cared for me.”
“Oh, amrâlimê.” His eyes were sad. “I’m so sorry. Why did I not know this?”
“It’s not something I usually tell people.”
“Well, I’m glad you told me.”
You smiled at him, and rested your head on his shoulder, gazing down at the now sleeping child in his arms.
“What have you been calling her?” You felt the reverberations of his deep voice.
“I’ve just been calling her the baby.”
“That won’t do.” Looking at his face, you saw a spark in his eyes. “How about…”
Thorin tapped his foot, deep in thought. “Arien. It means beloved in a language of man. It’s also a name given to the sun.”
“I love it.” You kissed his cheek.
“And I love you.” He tilted your head to kiss you, this time on the mouth. Breaking the kiss, you laid your head back on his shoulder, contentedly listening to Arien’s soft breathing, in time with the deeper breaths from the dwarf at your side. You loved the child already, and looked forward to watching her grow up as you knew that neither you, or Thorin, would ever willingly give her up. You sat there with your two beloveds, looking forward to the future without fear for the first time. Because how could it be bad if Thorin and Arien were at your side?
Everything tag 💖: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1
Request: may I ask for a kili x dwarf F reader? They first meet at bilibos house and Its like kinda love at frist sight for both of them and as the quest gos on Kili asks to braid her hair as Dwarven tradition of courting ? Tha k you for your time!
A/N: the masterlist will be up after this one uwu. For those who sent me a request and it's not published yet, give me time plz I'm going through it lately. While the rest of the stories are on the making, enjoy this fluffy oneshot <3.
Rogue-durin-16 masterlist
"Gandalf," Bilbo glared at the wizard the moment the knock on the wooden door was heard. "if this is another dwarf-"
"I will get the door myself." the wizard cut him off, almost rushing to reach the entrance. Thorin was already here so I wasn't sure of who was left to join us.
"Ah, Y/n." Y/n? That was a female name. I turned to meet my brother's eyes, which held the same confusion mines did.
Thorin stood up with a shocked face, somehow eager to welcome the newcomer, who was soon entering the already too crowded room.
"I was... not expecting you to join us." He murmured before turning to us. "This is Y/n, daughter of Y/f/n."
"At your service." after a bow, she took off her cape and handed it to Bilbo, who was soon besides her. "I am terribly sorry for the delay. These roads are a labyrinth."
She was the most radiant being I had ever seen. My jaw dropped, and I was left dumbfounded until my brother's elbow dug into my ribcage.
"Ouch!"
"You're staring." he subtly muttered. "Be polite."
"Sorry." I mumbled in response, looking down ashamed. Not for long though, but could anyone blame me?
When I looked up again, I found her y/e/c eyes fixed on me, and I did my best to hold back the silly smile that wanted to tug the corner of my lips when her eyes seemed to gleam.
"Is there somewhere I can sit?" she questioned, lingering his gaze on me for a moment.
As she turned to face Bilbo, I, as fast as lightning, stood up from my chair, almost making it fall back.
"You can have my seat." she gave me a kind smile at the same time as I heard Dwalin's snort and my own brother's muffled laugh, which stopped when I kicked his chair.
"Thank you very much," Y/n responded, "but I'm afraid it would be too difficult to reach your place."
"Sit here, I'll stand." Thorin offered, and Y/n accepted with a smile. A frown established in my face and I was tugged back to my chair my Fíli.
"I beg you, behave." he warned me.
"I'm behaving."
"Glaring at your uncle is not behaving." I rolled my eyes at him because I was clearly not glaring at Thorin, it just puzzled me that she had accepted his offer and not mine, I mean, it was obviously due to the difficulties to reach me but still, did he have to be so—
"Bilbo!" Bofur was the first one to run towards the hobbit, now unconscious, and we all followed him.
I was the latest to arrive, and Dwalin and Bofur were already carrying him to his armchair.
"Will he be all right?" a voice besides me asked, making me aware of Y/n's near presence.
"I hope so." I replied, turning around to meet her beautiful gaze. "I'm Kíli."
"You are then Thorin’s youngest nephew." I replied with a nod. "The troublemaker one."
"Oh... Did he speak to you about me?" I inquired, crossing my arms over my chest. "What did he say?"
"Only the bad things I suppose." she replied with a grin. "Maybe you can tell me the good things?"
I, sticking my chest out with a cocky smile, replied, "Well that would take us longer than you expect."
"Seeing the state of our burglar," she pointed at Bilbo, who was now recovering the conscience. "I think we may have time."
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At some point in the night, we had fallen asleep. Thorin woke us up a little bit after dawn; I, reclined on the wooden bench under the window, her with her head and arms over my thighs.
What a pity that he had to wake her up too; she looked so peaceful over me with the first rays of sunshine falling upon her crown, making her hair gleam.
Her hair.
I felt a sudden urge to run my fingers through it, though that would be intrusive and inappropriate.
To my dismay, said urge stayed with me during the rest of our journey, but again, could anyone blame me?
The more I got to know her, the deeper I fell for her. She wasn't only beautiful, she was strong, wise, she had seen the world —even more than I had— for which she was extremely interesting to me.
I wasn't blind, so I had noticed she was fond of me, too.
Maybe I had needed Thorin’s help, to do so, but that was not the point, the point was that her smile grew bigger when I spoke, and when she laughed, her eyes traveled to mines.
The point was that she would have an excuse to sleep near me, and her hand would more often than not search for mine.
Not that I complained though, on the contrary, I pretty much cherished those moments.
It was thanks to those moments that I gathered the courage to ask her something I had never thought I would ask, at least not in that journey.
"The lass got you smitten, huh?" Dwalin commented with a chuckle. "What are you waiting for?"
"The right moment." I replied with my eyes on her while she helped Ori pick some herbs Bombur had asked for.
The moment had come earlier than I expected.
It was my turn to guard the camp at night, and Y/n was so kind to keep my company, despite assuring her that it was no necessary.
"—and there we had it, in front of our very eyes," she continued her narration, "the sea, the same sea that the elves are said to cross to never return." my mouth had stayed opened in awe the whole time. "the moon reflected its light on it and, Mahal Kíli, you must see it."
"Will you take me there?" I questioned in a whispered, already dreaming of seeing what she was describing by her side.
"Some day," she replied, her pinky brushing against mine, just like our thighs. "After we take Erebor back, I will take you there." she smiled and, without hesitation, she carefully tugged a strand of my hair behind my ear, making both our cheeks redden a little.
As her hand fell back on her thigh and her eyes averted from mine to stare into the horizon, I swallowed the anxiety flooding my body and made the question.
"Y/n?" she hummed, prompting me to keep talking. "Would you let me braid your hair?"
Her eyes widened and the blush on her cheeks intensified. "I— Uh... Y-yes." a beam lightened up her face and the night. "Would you let me braid yours?"
I nodded faster than I would like to admit and immediately moved to sit behind her, running my fingers through her hair before picking up a section and separating it to start braiding.
Though I was more than eager, I tried to do it slow, so I could extend the moment as long as possible.
DWALIN'S P. O. V.
I held back a triumphant laugh when my eyes repaired in the youngest of all, sat at the edge of a rock.
I kicked Thorin, who rested besides me, and then Fíli, lying a little further from us. They both grunted in response, and, when they opened their eyes and saw what I was seeing, they grunted again.
"I can't believe I lost a bet related to my brother against you." the young dwarf murmured, silently, grabbing his bag to give me the promised coins.
"One day." Thorin grumbled, doing the same as his nephew. "One that and I would have won."
"At least I'll be able to tease them tomorrow morning." Fíli mumbled to himself. "I will get up early," he continued before I could reply. "you will not win me on that too."
"Whatever you say." I assured, taking one last check on them.
They had now switched places, and Y/n was carefully braiding the prince hair. Despite the distance, I could appreciate the happiness in both their faces, and it made me smile.
Before the fall of Erebor, Thorin had met the love of his life. The child of a nobleman from the clan of Firebeard who often came to the Lonely Mountain to do business on behalf of his clan's lord. The two had met formerly at one of the many meetings between the two clans but it was not until they had run into one another in a less formal setting that they had begun to connect. From there a brief but burning romance had blossomed leading to first courtship and later marriage.
Thorin came to learn that despite his partners royal background, they were particularly clumsy. There did not even have to be anything in their way; they would trip over their own feet on a flat surface. Often it was endearing and amusing, never seriously injuring themselves. However, outside of Thorin's careful gaze (Y/N) had seriously injured themselves several times. These sources ached and ached yet (Y/N) kept their silence, careful to dress any wounds in private out of the gaze of their husband. (Y/N) knew that this secrecy would upset their husband if he found out, but embarrassment of their clumsiness kept them from sharing.
Yet secrets cannot be kept forever. One fateful afternoon Thorin returned to their shared home early to surprise his partner. What he did not expect to find was (Y/N) sitting at the kitchen table with the first aid kit open, sewing up a cut across the palm of their hand and a splattering of bruises up their arms. "How on Middle Earth did you do that and why are you wrapping it yourself?" Thorin cried out alarmed. (Y/N) had not heard him come in and startled, stabbing themselves deeply with the needle. "Ahh!" (Y/N) cried in pain. Thorin rushed to his partners side, cradling their hand in his own palm.
Carefully he pulled out the needle from his one's hand and set it down on the table. Blood started to trickle from the new wound. Thorin dabbed the blood away gently not wanting to cause any further pain to (Y/N). "I slipped while butchering the meat for dinner" (Y/N) admitted sheepishly. "And the bruises?" Thorin questioned firmly. "Just from bumping into things" (Y/N) confirms rubbing the back of their neck. Thorin nods and finishes knotting the stitching on their palm, swipes the alcohol-soaked cloth over the wound to clean it, and then begins to bandage it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Thorin quietly murmured as he continued to bandage their hand up. (Y/N) sighs, "Embarrassment of my clumsiness mostly." Frowning Thorin probes further, "you thought I would judge you?" "I…not judge, more like be overly worried about me. You already have enough to worry about without me" (Y/N) admitted. "You're my one, I'll always be worried about you even if you don't want me to. I'll only worry more now that you are keeping things from me" Thorin gently muttered, taking (Y/N's) hands in his and tenderly stroking their soft skin.
(Y/N) nodded in defeat, a small smile gracing their lips. "I'm surprised you took this so well, I thought you would be angry with me for keeping such things from you" (Y/N) confesses. Thorin was surprised by their confession but pondering on it he supposed he could be short tempered when it came to secrets. He chose to simply reply by pressing a small kiss to the top of one of (Y/N's) hands. "Promise me you will tell me from now on and I promise I'll keep my stubbornness and temper to myself" Thorin bartered. "I promise" (Y/N) smiled, pressing a kiss to their husbands’ prickly cheek.
Request: "Can I request for Lord Elnord x human fem reader? Maybe she is trying too learn Elvish but is hard for her. So Elrond offers to help her in any way possible. She asks him for words like "my love" "sweet heart" and soft words seen only in couples. Something that Elrond found strange since he did not know that his one had a partner. This makes him sad and above all curious to know who he is. Only to learn that she was trying to learn these words so that she could confess her love for him."
"Give it up Arwen, it's hopeless. I'll never learn Elvish" (Y/N) sulked. "Don't give up, it just takes time. You'll get it eventually; I know you will" Arwen comforted. "What's this I hear? (Y/N) is trying to learn elvish?" a voice questioned from the doorway. (Y/N's) eyes snapped to the doorway where she found Elrond resting comfortably up against the frame. "Trying and failing" (Y/N) embarrassedly admitted, "I asked Arwen to teach me." Elrond nodded with a warm smile, gliding into the room with all the grace in the world. (Y/N) had been found outside of the Hidden Valley, passed out and severely injured. Since her recovery she had stuck around, a welcome guest invited to live in the noble’s household for as long as they wished to remain.
"Adad, you have far more experience at teaching people how to speak elvish. You taught my brothers and I. Perhaps you could give (Y/N) some lessons?" Arwen suggested. Elrond nodded with a slight smile. "That's a good idea. If Y/N would like that of course?" the lord inquired. "Only if you don't mind. I don't want to be a bother" (Y/N) shyly answered. "You're never a bother. We enjoy having you around" Elrond affectionately replied.
"Here, adad. You can have my seat and I'll leave you two to it." With that Arwen was up and out of her seat heading towards the door. Before she left, Arwen turned around and winked at (Y/N), a teasing grin on her lips. (Y/N’s) eyes were fixated on the place her Mellon (friend) had retreated. “Ready to begin” Elrond’s voice softly spoke in her ear. Startled (Y/N) ripped her eyes away from the door to her new companion. Elrond was settled closely next to her in the same fine mahogany chair his daughter had sat.
“Of course,” (Y/N) spluttered. Had Elrond seen Arwen wink at her? He seemed unaware of his child’s actions, but she couldn’t be sure. This only flustered her further, she was already embarrassed that Elrond was going to see how hopeless she was at the language. “What has Arwen taught you so far?” “Just some basic words and sentences mostly. How to ask for help from the maids or for food from the kitchens. That sort of stuff” you honestly answered. He nodded, “that’s a good place to start. We don’t want to make it too hard to quickly. Why don’t you speak a few sentences, and we’ll see how far you can get?”
—(break)—
“See, I knew you could do it!” Elrond grinned supportively. The two had been in the library for several hours by now. The sun had crept back to its cavern and the enthrall light of the moon had taken over. Candles had been lit around them and the maids had brought dinner for the two long before. Their dishes lay discarded on the table in front of them. "You're a good teacher" (Y/N) grinned. He let out a breathy chuckle.
"I…how do you say sweetheart" (Y/N) timidly asked. Elrond instantly perked up in surprise. "Melda. It means beloved" Elrond coughed, "I didn't know that you had a beloved." (Y/N) rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably, "I don't." "Then why did you want to know?" Elrond questioned perplexed. "I wanted to learn so…so that I could tell you how I feel about you in your own mother tongue" (Y/N) admitted, "I'm in love with you."
A large smile broke across the lords’ lips. The confession was a surprise, but it was not unwelcomed. "I appreciate the effort melda. My heart was broken when I thought that you had found somebody else" Elrond confessed embarrassedly. (Y/N) let out a glee-filled giggle and threw herself at him excitedly. Such a gesture was so very human and touched Elrond's heart in a way that he didn't know was possible. "I have a feeling Arwen knew before the two of us, hmm" Elrond teased. "What?!? You saw that?" (Y/N) exclaimed. "I have eyes and ears keener than you know" Elrond chaffed. "Oh, then why didn't you know about my feelings for you then, hmm?" (Y/N) ribbed back. Elrond smirked; his life had just become interesting.
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Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end 😆
A/N: this is a mess at so many levels but hey I did proofreading this time, so enjoy a not-so-badly written part <3
Part I
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"Princess Y/n and prince Fíli!" A thunderous voice announced as Fíli and I stepped into the enormous halls with all eyes on us.
"Don't stop until we reach the dining table." The golden haired dwarf subtly muttered, strolling through the crowd with my hand holding onto his forearm.
"I wasn't planning on it." I replied, presenting a smile to the dwarven kin of Erebor and occasionally bowing. "Honestly," once in our destination, we spotted Kíli, who joyfully waved at us, and sat down by his side, "I don't see how we'll be able to leave."
"I'll think about something." Right after he assured me that, I felt a tap on my shoulder and, given that Fíli spun his head, I figured his attention was requested too. "Ma'am."
"Mother." We said these words simultaneously.
"My dears, you forgot about the opening dance." Fíli and I shared an equally horrified look. "Given that you are the center of the celebration, the tradition requires you to—"
"We did not forget, ma'am." He spared her a polite smile before continuing, "but I'm in fact a terrible dancer and–"
"A liar, that's what you are." Though the blond one had his back facing his brother, I was sure Kíli could feel the murderous energy he triggered in his brother. "He's a great dancer," his brown eyes traveled from me to my mother and viceversa, his grin growing wider at my horrified look. "he's just shy sometimes," to take the tease to a whole other level, he nudged his brother's back way stronger than necessary. "right Fí?"
Before the older prince attempted to murder his own brother in front of his future mother-in-law, I jolted up and pulled his hand, dragging him to the improvised dancehall.
I spun around to stand face-to-face with him, which made my dress's skirt fly, drawing a beautiful fan around my legs before abruptly coming to a stop. "Tell me you're actually a good dancer." I begged in low voice.
"Well–" Before he could let out another word, the music started playing.
Oh boy, was he a good dancer.
I barely had to move by myself, he did all the work; spinning me, sweeping me off my feet, guiding my feet and leading me by my hands, and I was sure he was making it look finesse and effortless.
At some point the melody changed to something more lighthearted and less regal, and we started to actually have fun while we danced. We laughed, exaggerated the moves, made faces; we even intentionally bumped each other attempting to make the other lose their balance.
The latter resulted on me tripping and Fíli's arms steadying me against his chest with a smug smile that turned into a chuckle when I smacked his chest.
The party began to be enjoyable, and since I didn't know how long would that last, I was resolved to make the best of it.
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FÍLI'S P. O. V.
I finally managed to get rid of the nosy dwarves that had been interrogating me for the last ten minutes and made my way to my intended, who I found sat across the hall, by the table which was basically deserted aside from a couple of blackout drunk dwarves.
Seeing them made me realize how long the party had gone on already —probably around half a day, maybe more.
"I'm so sorry." I halfheartedly apologized to a very tired-looking Y/n, who vaguely dismissed me with a shake of her head. "I really hoped I would have you out of here by now."
"It's alright." She gave me a small smile whilst getting up and grasped both my hands, taking a look around us. "Plus, it was expected that your uncle and my mother would have us stay for as long as possible."
"At least they could let us be together." I grumbled, looking over my shoulders to make sure no one attempted to disturb our brief break. "Since the dance I barely spent three minutes with you."
"Royal duties suck." She whispered under her breath, only loud enough for my ears to caught on it. "Do you think it's their way to stop us from fleeing the celebration?"
"Could be." Both of our eyes were directed to our previously mentioned relatives and arrangers of the union, who were now chatting. "It's a good strategy."
"I hate that it's actually working." letting go of one of her hands to stroke my mustache whilst trying to find a way to escape the party. "Where did your mind go now?" Just when I was about to reply, her eyes fixed on something behind me, or rather someone. "Oh shit."
I peeked over my shoulder to see Balin approaching us side by side with one of Y/n's direct relatives. "C'mon now..."
"I think the break is over." Her eyes didn't leave the now expected intruders, nor did mine.
"Y/n!" She put up her best smile once more and let go of my hand to walk towards them. "let me introduce you to my cousin Balin."
"I didn't have the chance to congratulate you, lass." I heard the old dwarf's words getting lost in the loud noise of the crowded halls as I walked away in search of Kíli.
KÍLI'S P. O. V.
I made a beeline to Y/n practically jogging and, in the blink of an eye, I had her hand in mine and was pulling her away from the people and out of the halls. I heard her little squeal of surprise followed by Balin yelling my name, but I didn't stop until we were far enough from the entrance to avoid the guests' eyes.
"Did you just steal me away?" She rhetorically inquired, looking at me quite puzzled as I checked no one came after us. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that?"
"Fíli begged me to drag you out of the party."
"You took it to the T." She teased with her arms folded over her chest.
"It worked, didn't it?" She silently agreed and I beamed proudly. "I'm your hero, huh?"
Y/n snorted. "Am I not the one supposed to say that?"
"I did it so you didn't have to." I extended my arm in a way that was prompting Y/n to walk into another corridor. "I'm going to escort you to your chambers, to make sure you don't fall asleep on your way there."
She gave me an eye roll followed by a breathy laugh, and we began our late night trip to her room. I hadn't told her we were taking the long way, but I figured she would catch on that by herself since Fíli had given her a tour a day before.
We were halfway through, walking in silence after some chitchat and bickering, when I detected a restrained yawn through my side view. "In a scale of one to ten, how tired are you?" I questioned.
"A ten and a half maybe?" She half smiled and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Dwarven celebrations exhaust me."
"They exhaust anyone who's not drinking." I pointed out, having my eyes wander around, stopping on anything and everything in our walk, but on her . "Fíli is not a fan either, but he knows this one was necessary."
"Is it, though?" She inquired with her brows raised and her face slightly turned to stare at me.
"Well, I suppose it is. it's your welcoming to Erebor," I obliged myself to look at her, just for an instant, and then averting my gaze once more as I said my next words. "And it's also meant to celebrate that my brother would soon join you in marriage."
"Ugh, please," she leaned her head back, spitting a mix of a groan and a whine up to the air "do not remind me of that."
"Why?" I stopped dead in my tracks, and caused her to do so, too. "Are you displeased with my brother?"
"No!" her eyes widened as she vehemently shook her head no. "Not at all, he's caring, good at heart and fun to be around," she walked to the outer side of the terrace we had been walking through and rested her elbows on the edge. "but things feel rushed and... Rather forced."
"If it's because of the party," I followed her steps and installed myself besides her, "It doesn't mean much, feel no pressure." Now the tables had turned; my eyes observed her form and hers were focused on what was before us. "If you ever wish to break the arrangement, it will be done, Fíli would say so too."
Her lips pursed into a thin line "I always thought that when I married, it would be for love and not for my Kingdom." I then looked down wondering what should I say to her. "I may sound selfish but... That should be my sister's duty. She's the heiress, for better or worse, and I'm just—"
My mouth moved before I could think my words. "A younger sister who wasn't supposed to carry the weight of a union?"
Silence.
"At least he's handsome." we both shared a look before snorting at the comment. "I think I like him, but I don't love him, and I can't tell if I ever will." She opened her mouth like a fish out of water "Mahal, can you imagine how that'd be?"
I heard the fear in her last sentences, even if she hadn't explicitly stated that she dreaded the mere idea of not being able to love her husband-to-be.
"You'll come to love him." I tried to reassure her.
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"I hope you're right." Another yawn escaped her lips, making her eyes squint. "I'm really tired, so I will leave you now."
"Do you know how to reach your chambers?" She nodded and so did I, in response. "Sleep well, my lady."
"Don't call me that."
"Alright, my princess." she glared at me and a mischievous grin twitched the corners of my lips, my brows wiggling at her in a taunting manner.
"That didn't sound as smooth as you think." My gesture eased her gaze and triggered a small smile out of amusement. "You're so cheeky."
"That's what ladies love about me." A wink directed at Y/n accompanied my sentence, though my eyes soon drifted away from hers to lose in the vastness of the landscape once more.
What a pity that it wasn't as mesmerizing as the princess besides me.
"Thank you for the walk, Kíli." she got a grip on my forearm and planted a slow, careful, chaste kiss on my cheek.
Despite being merely a platonic gesture, I felt my heart speeding up.
My first instinct was to spin my head and try to capture her lips. Due to my quicktemper, I almost couldn't stop myself, but I succeeded just when our lips were mere inches apart.
Her grip tightened and her eyes went from my eyes, to my lips, and back.
"Goodnight, Kíli." she murmured under her breath, slowly loosening the grip and letting her hand fall down my arm, stopping to ghost over my fingers, but quickly retrieving.
I stood there alone for a moment, and I found myself lightly caressing the cheek Y/n had placed a kiss on with my fingertips.
