#fili imagine
Request: “I would like to make a request for Fili. Where he is your husband and you get baby fever on the journey towards Erebor.”
Tags:@florachy
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: I decided to not have Kíli get shot by the arrow because that depresses me and also ended up with Fíli being the one with the case of baby fever. Hope you enjoy! :)
When you married Fíli you had also married your best friend, and there was no denying that he made every single day of your life ten times better than it would’ve been without him.
You’d grown up with him and Kíli, your father being one of Thorin’s close confidants for all manners of political issues. There was always some expectation you’d marry one of Thorin’s nephews, and though you’d always pushed back against the idea, one day Fíli had wormed his way into your heart and never left. You were truly blessed to spend every day with your best friends, and made an effort to support and stand with him at all times.
It was no surprise when you’d demanded to go with him on the journey to Erebor. It was also no surprise when Thorin, all too familiar with your dedication to following your husband into all sorts of perilous situations, begrudgingly accepted your request to join the party.
This was how you ended up in Lake-town, trying to help the company collect supplies for the rest of the way to the Lonely Mountain. While you were a fighter first and foremost, your second and far less enjoyable job was helping to mend the countless shirts and trousers the dwarves had ripped and shredded on their journey. Fighting and trekking through the woods didn’t mix well with the very limited wardrobes you brought with you. Your husband was down to one pair of completely intact pants, and the rest of the dwarves were not much better off.
When you stopped in Lake-town, your first priority was finding new material to patch up everyone’s clothes. Much to his dismay, you’d dragged Fíli along with you, insisting that the two of you would be able to carry more than just you alone.
And so Fíli had reluctantly followed you into the small shop owned by the local seamstress. He was standing awkwardly in the corner, rocking back and forth on his heels uncomfortably as you interrogated the woman behind the counter about fabric prices.
“How much do you need?” she asked skeptically, a nervous look on her face as you stacked several bundles of fabric next to the register.
“How much do you have?” you snorted, turning around and scanning the rest of the room with your hands on your hips. “I think this’ll do.”
The woman’s eyes widened slightly as you emptied a small pouch of gold onto the counter. “Alrighty then.”
You turned around and gave your husband a thumbs up. He rolled his eyes, a small grin on his face.
It was then that a small child, no more than two, toddled unsteadily out of the back room, babbling for the mother. The saleswoman grinned, giving the toddler a fond grin as she swooped them up in her arms.
“My daughter,” she clarified to you, rocking back and forth with the child sitting on her hip as she continued to count your change.
“She’s adorable,” you gushed. “How old is she?”
“Eighteen months.”
You grinned as the child reached a hand out towards you, chattering some high-pitched gibberish.
“Say hi, Delilah,” the mother cooed. Delilah made a valiant attempt.
“Your daughter is my new favorite person,” you replied, grabbing your change off the counter and turning to beckon your husband over.
You were not expecting the overwhelmingly adoring look on Fíli’s face. He was completely entranced by the child, gaze fixated on her as she inspected some toy in her hands.
You cleared your throat and his eyes snapped back to you. You grinned at the faint blush on his cheeks and gestured to the fabric on the table. “I’m ready to go if you are.”
“Of course, my love.” He came over to help you divvy the bundles between yourselves, and with a polite goodbye to the woman, you left the shop.
“That baby was so absolutely cute,” Fíli said finally as you walked back to Thorin’s designated meeting area.
“I know!” you exclaimed. “Her little hands, oh my goodness.”
“And her eyes,” Fili said, nodding furiously in agreement. “So big. She was just inspecting all of us.”
“I loved her,” you chuckled.
“Kind of makes me want to have one myself, you know?” Fíli suggested, nudging your arm with his own. You blushed, looking over to find him already looking at you, unable to recognize the expression on his face.
“What?” you asked defensively.
“Oh, nothing,” he said. “Just trying to imagine what a little you or me would look like.”
“We’d have the best looking baby,” you stated. “He or she would be even cuter than Delilah.”
“How could she not be, when his or her mother is the most beautiful dwarf in all of Middle Earth?”
Your face flushed a deep shade of red as you scrambled for an answer, him grinning widely at you spluttering. “Well…that’s just-”
“That’s just what?”
You huffed, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his face. “Thanks, Fíli,” you said finally.
“Just stating the obvious, my flower.“
—
There was much to do after Smaug was killed and Erebor reclaimed by Thorin. It was a time for much celebration, with the dwarves finally able to return to the Lonely Mountain (or see it for the first time in Fíli and Kíli’s case), but it was also a time for careful planning and negotiation. Luckily, Bard seemed very open to an alliance with you all, and he and Thorin had discussed the possibility of establishing a sort of trade system.
Thorin had been eager to rope his nephews into the process, trying to show them the political and social ropes since they were next in line to be in power. Unfortunately for you, that meant you saw Fíli very rarely throughout the day. Your time together was often limited to the evening, when he was often so exhausted from his work that he just fell asleep. You wouldn’t deny that you were a little lonely, but you saw the importance in what Fíli was doing and simply tried to make sure he was eating and sleeping as much as possible.
You’d been helping the other dwarves clean up the halls of Erebor, sorting through Smaug’s trove and making a map of all the different rooms and corridors.
It was late at night, and you were sitting on a balcony taking inventory of the most important treasures you’d found that day. Precious stones and jewelry…Smaug had hidden it all here in the Lonely Mountain. It was good news for you all, though - you’d be able to sell much of it and make a handsome profit.
You were just putting an oversized ruby back in its chest when you heard footsteps approaching from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Fíli entering the room. You grinned at each other warmly.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” you said, happiness evident in your voice.
“Surprise,” he replied softly, enveloping you in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You sighed contentedly, leaning into him.
“How’s your uncle?” you asked, face pressed up against his shoulder.
“Stressed,” Fíli replied. “I understand why, but his stubbornness is hindering whatever progress we were making with Lake-town.”
“Hopefully he’ll settle in more soon, and then he’ll be more relaxed,” you reassured him. “And you about you?” you continued, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “How are you doing?”
Fíli let out a stressed sigh and shrugged, tilting his head so his forehead was pressed against your own. “I am trying my best, my love, though sometimes I fear it’s not enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“My uncle, albeit very negative at times, has a skill for all these aspects of leadership. Kíli and I, well, it doesn’t come as easily to us,” he said uncomfortably. “I just don’t want to disappoint uncle.” You shook your head.
“Fí, how could anyone expect you to be an amazing leader when you’ve never had to lead before?” you asked. “That’s why Thorin is doing this anyway, to show you what to do before you’ll ever have to do it.”
He frowned, thinking. “I suppose you’re right.”
“I know I’m right,” you chuckled, rubbing his back slowly. Fíli sighed again, relaxing into you.
“Thank you, love.” You felt him turning his head as he looked around the room. “What have you been working on up here?”
“Oh, just some records,” you said nonchalantly, turning to point to the stack of papers you’d been writing on. “All the valuables we found and how much we think it’s worth, that sort of thing.”
His eyes widened as he looked at the various artifacts strewn around the room. “Smaug really was into the whole hoarding thing, huh?”
You nodded, stepping back and stretching your arms over your head. Fíli frowned as you tried and failed to suppress a yawn.
“Maybe we’re overexerting ourselves,” he said. You chuckled.
“Maybe? Oh, Fí, we most definitely are.”
Fili laughed. “I say we go to bed early tonight, and wake up late tomorrow.”
“A fantastic plan,” you cheered, twirling around the room deliriously. Sleep deprivation was definitely taking a toll on you.
When you turned back around to face Fíli, you found that same wonder-filled look on his face that he’d sported that day in Lake-town. You tilted your head to the side. “What is it?”
Fíli cleared his throat, took a step closer to you. “Have you ever…you know, thought about having kids?” Your eyes widened.
“I mean sure, loads of times,” you replied, a little startled by the topic of conversation. “Why do you ask?”
“I just…we’ve never discussed it properly,” he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
You bit your lip. “Well, we’re married, I guess I figured it would just happen eventually when the time was right.”
Fíli chuckled and nodded, reached out and pulled you a bit closer to him. “And what if now is the time?”
You blinked once, twice. “I’m sorry?”
“I mean, we just got our home back,” Fíli continued, looking up at the ceiling of the room above you. “We have Erebor, we have a place to live and raise a family. And we’d be great parents, Y/N, I just know it.”
You grinned, watching him adoringly. “We would indeed.”
“And then the other day, with that little girl in that shop,” he sighed, closing his eyes as if relishing a memory. “I just can’t stop picturing you with a child of our own. And I’ve thought about it before, but it’s never been such a persistent feeling as it is now.”
“Oh, Fíli.” Your eyes began to tear up as a wave of emotion crashed over you. Fíli met your gaze and gave you a panicked look.
“My lovely lass, what’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing,” you sniffed, throwing your arms around his neck and wrapping him in a tight hug. You felt his sigh of relief as his hands made their way to your back.
“I want a family with you,” he murmured into your hair. “I want to make you a mother.”
“And I want that more than anything,” you replied, head whirling with visions of the two of you with your future children.
Caring Caresses (Fili x reader)
@laurfilijames this is the closest I could get to giving you a warm hug.
Slowly, you trudged through your door, your bag slipping off your shoulder and dropping to the floor beside your feet with a dull thud. You kicked off your shoes, leaving them in front of the door where they lay and somewhere deep in your mind, you knew you should pick them up and yet, you couldn’t find it in you to care. You glanced down at the phone in your hand, heart dropping at the lack of messages from your lover; you knew he was busy at the conference, but you ached to hear his voice, the soothing words you knew he’d have almost audible in your mind.
Forcing your feet forward, you made your way down the hallway, pulling your clothes off as you did, hoping to erase all evidence of the rotten day from your body. You were exhausted, your mind weighed down with misery and stress, and you could almost cry at the thought of your lover being gone for another week.
Sighing heavily, you made it to your bedroom door, wanting to relax your aching body in a hot bath, but knowing you’d be lucky just to make it far enough to collapse on your bed.
The dull throbbing in your body jolted heavily into your nerves, setting them ablaze as you realized the faucet of your bathtub was running. Your heart seized up, and your body froze in the middle of your room at the sound of shuffling coming from your bathroom.
Before your mind could process how to defend yourself as you stood naked and exhausted, a golden head popped through the doorway, stealing all the breath from your lungs, the adrenaline in your system immediately making room for the joy that surged through you.
“Fili!”
His gorgeous face pulled up into a soft smile. “Hello, gorgeous.”
“What are you doing home?”
He made his way to you, wrapping his strong arms around your frame, allowing the pain and exhaustion to seep from your weary bones.
“It sounded like you were having a really rough time so I talked to Thorin and he let me go early.”
You nuzzled yourself against the curly blond hairs of his chest. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
He kissed the crown of your head, his rough hands sliding gently up and down your back in a soothing motion. “Me too. I’ve drawn you a bath and have your favorite wine chilling.”
Your hands tightened against his back at the thought of a relaxing evening.
He kissed down your face, settling his warm lips against your ear. “And we’ll order your favorite takeout for dinner.”
You groaned in appreciation, letting your body collapse against his strong frame.
“Come on now pretty girl, let’s get you in the tub.” Before you could respond, Fili dropped his frame down and scooped you up in his strong arms and carried you into the bathroom before placing you gently into the tub, the perfectly hot water instantly soothing your aching muscles.
You lay there for a moment before the sound of Fili stripping pulled your eyes open to gaze at the lovely view he was sharing with you.
“Sit up?” He asked gently and you complied, aching to be near your lover again. He settled behind you quickly, his large hands pressing against the tightness in your shoulders.
Slowly, Fili worked his way through all of the knots and tenseness in your muscles before gently massaging your shampoo against your scalp, gently leading you toward slumber. He didn’t stop until the water ran cold, the silence between you safe and reassuring; no words needed to be spoken in a love like yours.
Finally, he helped you out of the tub, wrapping you gently in a towel and carrying you to your bed and depositing you gently atop your favorite pillow.
“Thank you,” you sighed as he pulled the blanket up around your frame.
He kissed you gently, stroking his hand against your cheek as he did, the love in his eyes blinding and unyielding as he took in your almost sleeping form. “I hope it helped, my love.”
