#trans!ori

[thorin-and-bilbo]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/68480306

@acorn-and-oakleaves

[skatesfullofsunshine]

Self Rec Someday

I was tagged by @vaciena! Thank you so much for that!

Rules: When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written and pass on to others.

I'm tagging @sunnyrosewritesstuff @xkingevelynx @futuretimelord-468 @musical-fanatic01 @youbetyourbuttons @generic-brand-blog

Secondly. I have done something of the sort recently. Twice in fact. (And I enjoyed doing it, so this is not a complaint. Lol.) However, those two previous posts I will link here and here.

What I'll do from there is continue down the line, because I have 96 works posted, and I love so many of them, still. :) (If you've ever read any of them and enjoyed them, please feel free to yap at me about them. I love talking about the blorbos and the situations I've put them in. Lol.)

11. The Weight of Love and Loss - Rating: M - Word count: 17,185 (Chs. 18/35 are posted. This is a nearly completely written fic, though not all of it is yet posted.)

Summary:

In the wake of losing Fíli, Kíli and Thorin in the Battle of the Five Armies, those they left behind are grieving. Some more than others, including Ori, who carries not only his sadness, but more than one secret.

Dáin's right to rule is assured, though some believe binding a member of the Company to his son will help ease the transition for smoother relations amidst the rebuilding of Erebor. Ori has many reasons to ignore this, but just as many to offer himself up as the marriage candidate Thorin Stonehelm will wed.

What follows is the rest of his life and beyond, as he handles the weight of love and loss.

12. A Hopeful Goodbye (A Joyful Hello) - Rating: G - Wordcount: 3,955 (COMPLETE)

Summary:

Thorin finds out Bilbo is leaving, as the hobbit is consoling his - their nephews.

Feelings bubble up, leading to kissing, and a bittersweet goodbye for the time being.

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Years later, Bilbo returns to the Lonely Mountain, surprising Thorin with his arrival, owing to the help of some friends within the kingdom.

13. For Want of a Letter - Rating: G - Wordcount: 5,215 (COMPLETE)

Summary:

"It started with a game, as most things did whenever Fíli and Kíli were involved. 

The first time Ori found a piece of parchment tucked into his satchel, he immediately recognized the script; it was Fíli’s shakier penmanship, writing out a joke that was admittedly a bit funny. He found it while he was rummaging in his bag in the middle of class one day while Lord Balin was chalking some information on the board in front of him. 

Ori let out a chuckle, and then glanced over at Fíli, who grinned at him. He felt a bit of heat rush to his cheeks, as he pushed the paper back inside, then grabbed out his extra quill tip which was what he had been looking for all along. 

They were under the Blue Mountains, and it was that day, where a tradition of sorts was born."

14. One and the Same - Rating: T - Wordcount: 2,735 (COMPLETE)

Summary: Thorin and the rest of his company settle into Beorn's for a much-needed rest. Fíli and Kíli provide their companions with entertainment while Thorin considers the love life of his eldest sister-son, before being pulled into the beginnings of a love story all his own.

15. A Mostly Expected Arrival - Rating: G - Wordcount: 3,855 (COMPLETE)

Summary:

The inhabitants of Bag End wait for the newest member of the line of Durin to arrive, with her parents and her uncle. Frodo cannot wait to see them all, while he runs about the house, in anticipation.

An unexpected guest accompanies them, making for a surprising, but no less enjoyable birthday for Bilbo and Frodo.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

MAY-U - Ori x OC

Ah, a bit of self-indulgent nonsense!

Characters: Ori x OC

Prompts: Bookshop - Chiropractor - Librarian - Two things can be true at the same time

Words: 2 200

Warnings: FTM character, slight nudity, massages, innuendo

“Say, Charlie,” Fíli looked up from his beer with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Would you do me a favour?”

Charlotte, who only loathed her family’s nickname more than her actual, official name, narrowed her deep green eyes in instinctive suspicion before cocking her head inquisitively. “You can always ask. I still owe you one for letting me use your body for my anatomy study.”

“Abuse, you mean?” Fíli cackled and punched her shoulder playfully.

She’d known the young man for years and usually trusted him fully, but she’d witnessed the catastrophic consequences of his present facial expression once too often not to be wary of his next words.

“I’ve got this friend,” he started in his most melodious and persuasive voice, lifting his strong hands to nip her protest in the bud. “He’s been studying hard to become a librarian, and all these hours hunched over heavy books have left him with a sore neck.”

When she merely stared at him in wordless outrage, he chuckled. “He’s working in the little bookshop by the campus, and I’m sure he could get you a discount on that absurdly weighty tome of technical literature you’ve been eyeing!”

This gave Charlie pause; she’d been in that establishment more than once, but she couldn’t recall ever spotting a conspicuous hunchback on the premises. Then again, she was not actively paying attention to people when there were so many interesting and desirable books around.

“I’m a medical professional, not a masseuse,” she finally muttered. “And I’m not even licensed yet—I can’t go treating people willy-nilly.”

“Oh no,” Fíli exclaimed triumphantly. “This would be strictly non-professional. Really, it would be unethical of me to suggest otherwise.”

“So, he’s hot,” Charlie grunted as soon as she realised she’d blindly run right into the trap her friend had set for her without so much as earnestly trying to dissimulate it.

With a charming grin, Fíli shrugged. “Couldn’t say—I’m not into men. I don’t think there’s anything really wrong with him, so there is no need for you to deploy all your professional skills. See? No ethical dilemma—it’s just a little favour amongst friends.”

“That man—what’s his name?—is not my friend, though,” Charlie protested weakly, thinking of the book she desired so passionately and could not possibly afford.

“His name is Ori, and he could become your friend. I’ll tell him you’ll swing by—I’ll even throw in a pizza for the both of you to enjoy once the deep tissue massage is over.”

“You should have become a salesman,” Charlie grumbled but reluctantly agreed to present herself in the cosy bookshop the following day.

“You’re the best. I promise you won’t regret it,” Fíli cheered, pressed a resounding kiss onto her cheek, and sauntered out of the small pub without paying his tab.

Ori kept glancing at the door as if he expected Death personified to stroll in at any moment.

Ever since Fíli had ambushed him at closing time the previous day, he’d been in a state of high alert that did nothing for his already painfully tense neck and shoulder muscles.

Toying with a bookmark absent-mindedly, the future librarian wondered whether all Fíli’s friends were de facto worried whenever he declared that he had an “idea”. At first, the promise of a free massage had sounded too good to be true—Ori knew that he was in desperate need of a bit of relaxation—but, only too soon, that fleeting sense of nascent ease had dissolved in a surge of paralysing panic.

“Did you tell your friend…You know…?” he’d squeaked, dreading whatever answer Fíli could have given.

“I’ve told Charlie that it would not be a professional chiropractor session, so there was no ethical dilemma impeding the obtainment of a license in the future,” Fíli had grinned. “Just a little kneading between friends!”

“You know exactly what I mean! What did you say about me?”

“Nothing! I want it to be a surprise. We’re friends, after all, and all my friends deserve good things!”

“I am not a good thing!” Ori had exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air helplessly.

“To Charlie, you will be. Now shut up and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!”

The mere insinuation that he was being ungrateful had had a chilling effect on Ori, and so, he had simply done as he’d been told and kept his mouth shut.

Only 10 more minutes until closing time, he now thought nervously as his eyes flew to the clock once more. Maybe, that mysterious friend would not show up after all. No doubt, Fíli’s college buddies had better things to do than to go dispensing much-needed healing interventions—free of charge moreover—to random bookworms they’d never met.

And then, the bell over the door jingled and a young woman strode in, her curly hair tousled by the wind and her round cheeks flushed with colour.

Ori’s heart sank.

“Oh Fíli, you ass,” she cursed under her breath as she approached the counter with unwavering determination.

Ori, who’d always felt so safe behind the solid wood, all of a sudden couldn’t shake the sensation of being woefully exposed on the small dais, akin to a sacrificial lamb about to meet its bloody demise.

“You must be Ori,” she said in lieu of a proper greeting. “How come I’ve never seen you around? Surely, I should have…”

“You’re a girl,” Ori replied sheepishly. “Fíli didn’t say…He let me believe…”

“Righto!” She threw her head back and laughed, wishing Fíli to hell for playing wicked games with his so-called friends’ emotions. “I’m Charlie, and I’ve been told that you needed a neck massage.”

“Charlie,” Ori replied softly, the wheels in his head clicking softly into place. He knew her—of course, he did.

The small, curvy woman had come in several times in the last few weeks to look at one specific book, and he’d often wondered whether he should simply offer to use his employee discount for her to purchase it. Ori knew they’d never sell the blasted thing at full price anyway; it was much too expensive and heavy, and the internet had made it patently obsolete.

“Do you want the book?” he asked as if he’d not heard or processed her very clear explanation for her presence in the shop.

“No, well yes, but not now…You’re almost off, aren’t you? Do you live far? I don’t think that you’d want to do this at your workplace, would you?” Charlie bit her lip nervously, blinking rapidly when Ori only stared at her, dumbfounded, instead of answering.

"Very close, actually. I have…I rent the flat upstairs, so…Do you really want to do that?”

No, Charlie thought, but she’d given her word to Fíli, and she was not the kind of woman to flake even if she was aware that she’d been tricked mercilessly. She’d not grant her friend the satisfaction of having cowed her so easily!

Ori, as she had secretly suspected, was exactly her type—pale and doe-eyed, he had the elfin charm of a porcelain doll and hair shimmering in all the shades of a midnight bonfire.

Few were the people who knew that Charlotte, her parents’ perfect princess, was both astoundingly indiscriminate when it came to the gender of her partners and laughably partial to gingers.

Fíli, of course, was one of those rare chosen ones who were all too aware of that particular proclivity of hers, and a part of her resented him ferociously for having hidden away a rare beauty like Ori all this time.

“Better late than never,” she muttered to herself as she watched Ori lock the register hastily and turn down the lights.

From his reduced range of motion and frequent wincing, she could deduce that Fíli had indeed been right in his layman’s diagnosis, and her professional pride was awakened at once.

Even though they all agreed that it would be better for her not to deploy any overly technical manoeuvres, she couldn’t help but think that a proper deep tissue massage would do wonders for the poor wretch.

“You know that for this to work, you’ll need to relax sooner or later, right?” she teased gently when Ori gestured at the small, squeaking door leading to the backroom jerkily.

The small “hmph” sound that escaped her host as he climbed the rickety stairs stiffly ahead of her made her smile instinctively, and she impetuously vowed that she’d make him unwind at all costs.

His flat turned out to be so small that they walked through the door and right into his crowded living room, and Charlie breathed in the warm, dusty air greedily as if she could learn more about the enthralling tenant through mere inhalation.

“Erm, do you need anything?” Ori asked, kneading his fingers fitfully as he tried to push a pair of worn sneakers under the couch with his heel. “A drink or…”

“A flat surface,” Charlie replied calmly. “If possible one that is accessible from every side…and a lemonade, if you have one.”

She’d only added the last part to give him the illusion of control, and she suppressed another grin when he dashed into the adjoining kitchen right away.

Oh yes, Fíli would definitely pay for this!

Listening to the clinking of glassware and the thump of a fridge door being opened and closed, Charlie assessed the cramped living room. If she half-converted the rickety sofa bed, she could push aside the coffee table and walk around the furniture with ease…she had to keep herself distracted, lest she dwell too long and too intensely on the endearingly wavering smile or the deep, dark eyes of her unwitting host.

“Here we are,” Ori spoke behind her and handed her a promotional glass with another heart-wrenching smile that made her shiver with joyful anticipation of she knew not what exactly. “I can give you every discount in the system for the book; I’m sure we can bring it down to an almost reasonable price!”

He was sweet, Charlie realised, and that alone made her all but forget about the blasted volume of wisdom, slumbering in the fragrant darkness downstairs.

“Let me earn it,” she purred, feeling for her bag across the mutilated couch. “Why don’t you take off your sweatshirt? You’re not allergic to arnica or mint, right?”

Ori shook his head but didn’t undress.

“There is something you need to know,” he murmured, visibly ill at ease. “Fíli should have told you, really, but…”

Beneath his wispy beard, his face filled with colour, and Charlie gripped her bag tighter to keep her hands from reaching out to dip her fingers into that entrancing pool of blossoming pink.

She nodded encouragingly.

“I was not…My biological sex does not correspond to my gender identity,” he said firmly, belying the tension in his shoulders and the quiver in his lower lip. “But I am a man!”

“Two things can be true at the same time,” Charlie replied in her most professional tone. “As it is, I might also need a towel, please. I will not ask you to take off any more than your sweatshirt if you’re not comfortable with that, but I need to have access to your shoulders. We usually cover the chest area of people with breasts.”

“Oh, they’re not worth the hassle,” Ori chuckled nervously. “So, I just wanted you to know…in case that changes things for you.”

“Other than me asking for a towel, not really. Why would it?” Charlie was genuinely confused. “Right. You’re only here as a favour to Fíli…I didn’t mean to imply anything improper…I’m sorry!”

“You’re cute,” Charlie interrupted his self-conscious waffling resolutely. “Fíli knew precisely what he was doing.”

She grabbed him by the shoulders, digging her fingers into the tense muscle tentatively, and looked him in the eye. “It changes nothing. Now, let’s start before I forget myself!”

Her breathy confession seemed to embolden Ori considerably, for he tore off his woollen sweater in one fluid motion and tossed it aside.

“Sports bra! Sensible choice!” Charlie praised and motioned at the cleared sofa bed. “Lay down please.”

On account of her previous act of unsanctioned vandalism, she now could comfortably crouch over him for the first part of the massage and thus managed to apply enough pressure to work out the knots of compounded tension progressively.

“You should watch your posture!” Charlie muttered as she got up and walked around the piece of furniture to stand over her softly moaning new friend.

“Will you come back if I don’t?” he asked dreamily.

“I’ll come back if you ask me back,” she replied immediately. “I’d rather not see you in pain, though. Now close your eyes and enjoy!”

No matter what she’d said before, she had to admit that she was thoroughly enjoying this, and—even though her hands grew tired—she wished that this moment would never end.

“Charlie,” Ori whispered then. “As this is in no way a professional intervention, I can take off the bra, if…”

“Yes,” she said with unmistakable fervour, relieved that her unshakeable sense of professional ethics would not be compromised by whatever happened next. “Please!”

↬ Masterlist

Thank you so much for joining me on this new adventure.

@fellowshipofthefics here's the next one for May!

Lots of love from me!

[thorin-and-bilbo]

@acorn-and-oakleaves

[thorin-and-bilbo]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/68480306

Dis thinks of Fili and Ori's news.

@acorn-and-oakleaves

[skatesfullofsunshine]

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

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli/Ori (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien)/Original Character(s) Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Fíli (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Original Fíli-Ori Children (Tolkien), Original Non-Binary Character, Original Dwarf Character(s), Original Trans Character(s), Original Female Dwarf Character(s) Additional Tags: POV Thorin Oakenshield, POV Bilbo Baggins, Dwobbit Frodo Baggins, Young Frodo Baggins, Child Frodo Baggins, Past Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Trans Ori (Tolkien), Trans Male Character, Married Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Family, Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Reshirement | Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakenshield Retire in The Shire, Alternate Universe - No One Ring, Alternate Universe - No Arkenstone, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Parent Thorin Oakenshield, Parent Bilbo Baggins, Parent Ori (Tolkien), Parent Fíli (Tolkien), Married Couple, Dwarf/Hobbit Relationship(s), Autistic Characters, Everyone is Queer or Neurodivergent unless said otherwise, Bisexual Kíli (Tolkien), Meet the Family, Trans Thorin Oakenshield Summary:

The inhabitants of Bag End wait for the newest member of the line of Durin to arrive, with her parents and her uncle. Frodo cannot wait to see them all, while he runs about the house, in anticipation.

An unexpected guest accompanies them, making for a surprising, but no less enjoyable birthday for Bilbo and Frodo.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Daydream

Ladies and gentlemen,

It is my honour to present my ficlet for the @fellowshipofthefics Calendar with @frosticenow at the helm.

The artwork (slightly NSFW) has been done by @mathelaw (my beloved) and is included in the fic.

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Trans!Ori x OC

Warnings: NSFW, explicit, sexual fantasies, female masturbation

Small, enticing but entirely non-commital crop from the amazing artwork! ⇊

💓Snippet💓

Dortha – lovingly called Dotty by her friends – gazed down into the small garden, nestled against the slopes of the mountain dreamily.

She was relieved that Kíli was otherwise occupied as it would have mortified her to be caught staring at Ori – a friend of a friend, so to say – without having any valid excuse for her persistence ready, and she couldn’t come up with one for the life of her.

Kí was no big help anyway; he had known the handsome scribe for many years and – after reconquering the Lonely Mountain side-by-side – they were more than just childhood acquaintances; they were fast friends. Hence it was easy for him to flippantly speak as if there was nothing easier than just walking towards the said hero and striking up a conversation; for Kí, it was probably really as natural as breathing.

☞Read the rest on Ao3

As ever, lots of love from me! It was a delight to work with @mathelaw on this <3

[i-did-not-mean-to]

THAUC 2022 - Masterlist

Song as old as rhyme

A collaboration with @dimdiamond (who is truly amazing)

🎨 Artwork link (Check it OUT!!!)

Words: 11'075

Pairing: Ori x OFC, Thorin x Bilbo, Ori & Fíli

Warnings: Aroace!Character, Trans!Character, internalised homophobia, internalised transphobia

Summary: When the elusive author Ori is invited to Baggins Bookshop for a reading, he unwittingly topples both himself, his best friend, and his best friend's stern uncle into an unexpected adventure of self-discovery. A story about first and second chances, the importance of friendship, and the value of courage. (with cameos of our beloved friends and mods)

Midnight ride

A collaboration with @freshvanillapng (who has been a delight to work with)

🎨 Artwork link (please give this amazing artist some love!!!)

Words: 3'990

Pairing: Fíli x OFC (Thorin x Bilbo)

Warnings: Mature

Summary: The Company arrives in Rivendell; Fíli makes an unexpectedly delightful acquaintance, much to the discontentment of all the authority figures present.

It was a pleasure and an honour!

@fellowshipofthefics thank you for this opportunity!!!

@dimdiamond and @freshvanillapng, I am humbled and delighted by your immense dedication, creativity, and talent. The hard work you've put into this art leaves me speechless and I feel truly honoured to have been working with such amazing artists!

As ever, your humble servant and devoted friend,

lots of love,

IDNMT