#fili x reader

Okay, so I just got another idea for a potential fanfic, and I wanted to get some ideas and thoughts for it.

I’ve talked before about the Hobbits with a Strong S/O, but what about all the Lotr and The Hobbit Character with a s/o who’s supernaturally strong. Like, can lift 1000 pounds and fling someone across the room like a frisbee kinda strong. Maybe she was granted that power by a God or something, so she’s just got really impressive muscles and is super inhumanly strong.

Can you imagine how they’d all react to that?

Like maybe, in the Mines of Moria or the Stone Giants scene, a boulder or some debris falls on someone, but she just catches it, lifts the 5 ton rock above her head, looks down at the person about to be crushed like “You might want to move” and then just flings it a hundred feet away. Can you just imaginethe look on their faces?? Merry and Pippin would have a lot of fun with that, I’m sure, as would Fili and Kili. The hobbits would probably have her lift them like weights.

@lady-latte,@moony-artnstuff,@simbxlmyne,@lothloriien,@beenovel,@thewhiteladyofrohan,@iwenttomordor,@claraofthepen, what do you all think? I think this would be hilarious, and have a lot of potential for character dynamics

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.

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1,300 Followers Challenge!

Round 2

Masterlist

Requested by Anon

Words: 1,171

Warnings: Neutral Reader, first date nerves, supportive Kili, first kiss

Fili’s hands wrung tightly together, anxiously chewing on his bottom lip.  How had he managed to convince himself to do this?  How had he even gotten the courage to ask you to meet? Now, it all felt so overwhelming, that he wasn’t overly sure what to do with himself.

He’d take a few steps, then stop, muttering under his breath, then take a few more steps back the other way, and stop.  If anyone saw him like this, they think he’d have gone mad.

A knock on his door made him jump and he cleared his throat, mentally trying to shake off the growing sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.  “Come in.”

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Christmas Fic

Masterlist

Fili x Female Reader

Requested by @florachy

Words: 1,637

Warnings: Lost Fili, suggested magic at work, implied soul mates

Snow crunched under Fili’s boots and he couldn’t help but sigh heavily.  Of all the times that he could’ve gone wandering and gotten himself lost, he had to choose this close to Yule to do so.  All he had wanted to do was to get out of the hustle and bustle for a whole. Now, he was utterly and helplessly lost.

Fresh snow had fallen as he walked and rested, and he honestly hadn’t though much of it at the time, but now he was regretting it.  It made everything look…otherworldly, even more so as the sun began to set, and he honestly couldn’t recognise a thing that would get him home.  He knew how to survive out here if he needed too, but it was something he was particularly keen on doing.

He knew he had to go the way he was going, but he honestly thought that he would’ve seen something by now, he didn’t remember walking for thatlong.  There just seemed to be trees and snow and rocks for as far he could see.

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{Reader gets sent from our world to middle earth and falls in love with either Fili/Kili/Thoron or heck maybe all three, I’ll leave that up to you, and upon coming to middle earth they get the healing powers. All they gotta do is put their hands on the person and concentrate. BUT these healing abilities have a cost if the injury is severe. Maybe they either transfer the injury to themselves until it evens out between the two? Or it takes a lot of energy from them and if they use it too much they will die. Then Reader tries to heal Thorin/Kili/Fili at the end.“ — Britishfajita}

Fluff and Slight Angst

Authors Note: This is the beginning of a wonderful three (or maybe more) part connected series! Same reader for all three of the Durin’s who I plan to make this for. There may be multiple parts for them, idk yet. We’ll just see what happens :D!

The Durins/Reader

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You could have been so extraordinary in your past life.

Special, wanted, powerful.

And, to some extent, you were wanted and desired, but you could never deliver on those expectations and hopes.

Your special ability to heal, ease pain, and help others was never anything special where you lived. Many people had healing abilities similar to and better than yours, and most, if none, had the drawbacks that yours did.

Where normal healers can use their powerful auras to mend and strengthen others to accelerate the healing process, yours is much more of a give and take, parasitic relationship between ‘doctor’ and patient. Instead of your aura enhancing the healing ability of others, it instead participates in a transfer that can leave you wounded yourself.

You retain your ability to heal and, essentially, switch auras in a wound transferral. You do not always inherit the wounds of those you heal, however.

Depending on the severity of an injury, you may be left winded, tired, or extremely hungry, but in more serious instances, the damages completely transfer to you instead.

The best way to exemplify this would be to explain how you found out about this horrible symbiotic relationship in the first place.

Your parents knew you were a healer from a young age, for there are individuals who test all children in schools to determine what classes they will need to hone their abilities, and they figured out your ameliorative nature rather easily.

The fatigue and pain you sometimes felt during training and classes was just chalked up to your control and aura being weaker, for your parasitic power was something very uncommon at the time.

It happened during your first ever shift at the local hospital.

Up to this point you’ve only ever dealt with smaller wounds because of your easy fatigue and exhaustion, but this day was different.

A disaster struck a nearby bank that left 40 people, and counting, injured, and it was all hands on deck. Every person on staff had somethings to do, and when a young woman with debris sticking out of her abdomen came rolling in, you were the only one free to help at the time.

You took up the assignment without hesitation, but as soon as you began to heal her, something felt different.

There was no weakness at first, something very alien to you, and you were able to heal her in record time for even one of the most skilled (and normal) healers, only, you eventually realized that something wasn’t right.

The pain you felt that day was horrible and unimaginable, and you went down in a matter of moments.

It wasn’t until 5 minutes later that someone found you unconscious on the ground, pale and barely breathing. If it weren’t for your current location, you certainly would’ve died that day.

That young woman had been saved and, somehow, her power had been enhanced as well after your treatment, but it left your aura damaged and practically sucking the life out of you following her miraculous recovery.

The whole premise of your power is the nature of give and take. You give a piece of your aura to someone else to heal and enhance them (be it their power, strength, wakefulness, or anything else), and in return you take a part of theirs and become weakened depending on how much you give, needing to rest and regenerate what you gave away in that moment. You can also heal yourself of your own, personally received wounds without incident, which is rather strange.

For most, there is a finite amount of their aura that they can ever have throughout the duration of their lives, but your supply is nearly endless. However, the more you spend healing or helping, the more you lose. You can regenerate your aura forever, but if you keep going without ceasing, then your life will eventually begin to drain too, to compensate for your loss.

It isn’t an instant process, though, for it takes time for your body to catch up to how much of your power you spend, so you had to train really hard from that moment on to ensure that you never spend more than you’ve earned.

If it weren’t for this fateful vice of yours, you’d probably be one of the most powerful healers in your world; the only limit to the wounds you may heal is your own aura and life force, and the amount of time it takes all depends on your concentration and intent.

Because of this, you became unwanted.

Unwanted in a sense that, people did want you to help them become stronger, but no organization or job wanted to hire such a liability, and those with such horrible vices are always subject to horrible criticism and scrutiny, so you eventually just stopped using your ability altogether.

It isn’t until you fall into Middle Earth that you start to habitually use your powers again, and it’s because of the life-threatening journey you’re forced to join.

Here in Middle Earth, however, you’re one of a kind.

There is healing magic and those gifted with the knowledge of higher level healing, but your ability to heal simply using your hands and mind is something totally unheard of.

The Company of Thorin Oakenshield were the poor unfortunate souls that you scared half to death on the day you arrived in Middle Earth.

You came, quite literally, out of nowhere.

One second you were washing the dishes in your house and the next you were unconscious in another world.

From their perspective you came falling out of a tall tree, nothing to break your fall other than the cold, unforgiving dirt below, and it successfully gave everyone a huge scare.

Your right arm seemed to have broken and you were horribly battered and bruised, and the dwarfs, hobbit, and lone wizard couldn’t just leave you there.

They made camp for the night and made you as comfortable as possible, hoping above all else that you’ll wake up at some point, and you eventually do. Though, it isn’t a nice or very calm occurrence.

When you finally woke up to a new hat and 4 thick wool blankets smothering you, you freaked out.

At first, you thought someone had kidnapped you or something, but the calm, old wizard named 'Gandalf’ managed to calm you and explain that you’re not healthy enough to be thrashing and panicking so frantically.

That’s when you shocked them all.

You managed to kick off those pesky blankets and shake off that too-warm, but also soft hat, and get a look at yourself, and you were dismayed to see so much of your skin marred with bruises, cuts, scrapes, welts, etc, and your broken arm was unsightly enough to make you nearly sick.

"I-I’ll fix it then, I guess.” You grumbled nervously, laying back down in the heaping pile of blankets to focus on mending your broken and shattered bones, re-weaving your muscles together, and accelerating the healing of the more superficial wounds.

By the time you were nearly completely healed you were too tired to finish fixing the cuts, scrapes, and other lacerations, so they were left as week-old injuries that had been scabbed over and mostly fixed.

When your eyes fluttered open again you were, once again, shocked to see multiple people leaning over you with awestruck expressions, and you realized in that moment that things were even less right than you initially feared.

Rather quickly did you realize and accept that you were no longer in the same place or time as you were before, but the news was actually fairly easy to accept because of the nature of your past life.

You were probably accidentally sent here by someone with power over the space-time continuum, and it’s impossible to come back from one of those accidents. You didn’t trouble yourself with coming up with a way to go back home, because you knew for a fact that it was over. You’ll be here until the day you die.

You made fast friends with the two younger Durin brothers, for they were always full of questions and curiosity for you and your abilities. Many times have you had to heal them as well, for they’re quite prone to trouble.

Small things were always easy to heal, so your powers proved to make you not only a very desired part of the group, but the subject of heavy praise and kind words; it’s wonderful and new, for you were neither wanted nor praised in your old home once your crippling vice made itself present.

Night after night you helped them to sleep, gave them the strength to carry on, rid them of discomforts and small, painful wounds, and, essentially, made the original healer of the group, Oin, obsolete (in a good way for him, of course). Oin taught you some things about natural medicine and was, ultimately, allowed to focus on rest and fighting (which you assume is good for a dwarf of his age).

Being needed and relied on feels like heaven, and for the first time in 5 years, you have a purpose.

The true nature of your healing powers didn’t become apparent to them until the fight following the Goblin Tunnels, for Thorin Oakenshield is nearly fatally wounded in his fight against Azog the Defiler, and he’s left weak and dying.

The group runs as fast as their feet can carry them as those wargs and nasty orcs draw near, chasing all of you to a cliffside with plentiful trees and nowhere to go.

It’s a dead end, and those foul creatures know as much.

You aren’t much of a fighter so Bofur and Fili keep you ahead of them, urging you to climb the far tree with Gandalf and some of the others, and you do so without hesitation.

Fear drives your frantic climbing and trembling muscles, and, with great effort, you manage to climb far enough that those horrible dog beasts cannot reach you.

Everyone manages to climb a tree and avoid a violent death that would leave them in pieces, and you’re relieved to see that there isn’t much the enemy can do in this moment; that is, until they begin to uproot the trees and push everyone further back into the barely hanging on tree you already reside in.

There is absolutely no way this flimsy tree will hold all of you for long if the wargs loosen the soil around the roots, and it seems that you’re not the only one to notice this.

Gandalf prepares the perfect pinecone ammo that serves as an excellent enemy deterrent, for the flames burning within the heart of the pinecones spread easily and set the cliffside alight.

The wargs retreat to escape a fiery death, but the triumph doesn’t last long, for the tree begins to creak and groan as it dips beneath the weight of all 15 of you.

“T-The tree’s going to fall!” You cry hopelessly, unsure what to do.

A fall from this height would kill everyone before you even had a chance to try and heal them, and this knowledge leaves an empty, useless hole in your heart.

“Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to, Master Healer.” The grey wizard tells you, though you can hear the unease and slight panic in his voice as well.

You open your mouth to say more, but movement catches in your peripherals and you turn your head to see what it is.

There stands Thorin Oakenshield on the thick trunk of the tree, facing the white orc with murder and hate shining in his blue-gray eyes, and your heart drops all the way down to the violent deaths below you when you realize what it is he plans to do.

The to-be King Under the Mountain abandons the tree and meets the orc in a battle, albeit short, and he loses.

Just by looking at the way that albino dog uses him like a chew toy is enough to fill you with dread, and when another orc goes in for the dying blow, you’re fully prepared to experience this horrible tragedy, only it never happens.

That brave little hobbit, Bilbo, challenges the rest of the goblins one on one, and his bravery encourages everyone able to get back up and fight.

Only, this secondary fight doesn’t last for terribly long, for these huge, magnificent birds come soaring out of seemingly nowhere, and they scoop up each and every one of you.

Cue a short, but also liberating, journey to the nearest, safe area (which just so happened to be a secluded and inaccessible mountain top).

As soon as your feet touch the ground you’re being scooped up into a strong pair of arms, and the perpetrator breathes your name with relief on their lips.

“Are you alright?” It’s Kili, the taller of the two Durin brothers.

You nod your head once and hug him in response, winding your toned healer arms tightly around his shoulders for a few beats before you pull away.

A quick glance around shows you that some of the others still have yet to touchdown on the peak with all of you, so you instead move to Fili, who had rode to his brother, and hug him next.

The blond heir firmly locks his thick arms around your middle and holds you to him for a moment, but his arms disappear as soon as Thorin is gently dropped to the ground, bloodied and broken.

Gandalf rushes over to the heavily wounded dwarf and kneels down next to his unmoving form, and Bilbo runs up behind him with wide, stunned eyes.

You pull away from Fili and rush to Thorin’s side without hesitation, falling to your knees beside him as you immediately hover your palms over his body to find the biggest issues ailing him.

The internal bleeding catches your attention right away, caused by the bone crushing bite from the white warg, and you start working on healing that without hesitation.

You know that a wound such as this will hurt you, but it doesn’t halt your frantic healing for even a second.

The mountain peak is dead silent while you work your magic on the unconscious Thorin, the knowledge that they would be lost without him spurring you on, and in a matter of 5 minutes he’s groaning and his eyes are opening.

You feel nothing at first which tells you that soon his damaged aura will begin affecting you, so you slowly rise to your feet and move away from the still grounded Thorin to avoid falling on him if you do go down.

Pats on the back and praises are thrown your way as you separate yourself from the king, but they cease the moment Fili worriedly asks, “Wait- What… what’s wrong?” He seemed to have noticed your shaky movements right away as your health begins to deplete.

You step up to Gandalf and place your hand gently onto his shoulder, mumbling with slurred words, “Gandalf, I should’ve told you before…”

The old man looks up at you with worried eyes, and he rises to his feet so he can grasp your trembling arms with gentle hands, “You should have 'told me before’? Told me what?”

“I…” You begin to speak, but you’re unable to form another coherent thought as your legs suddenly give out from beneath you, and you slump forward into the cloaked wizard.

Gandalf releases your arm at light speed and catches you around the waist, slowly lowering you down to the ground before your eyes slide shut and your consciousness fades in place of Thorin’s.

—

Gandalf the Gray was not too happy with you when you woke up sometime later, having had to save you after you saved Thorin with no prior knowledge regarding the truth about your ability.

He scolded you first, calling your actions foolish and scaring you with information on how you could have died had it been any worse and had he been any worse at his job, and then he thanked you.

“But even so, still must I say with the utmost gratitude; thank you. The service you provided was well beyond what we asked for, and much more than we deserved. After all you’ve been through and done for us, you would have been right to keep to yourself and not heal him. You are a very good person, Y/N, and I should like to see you survive this journey.”

Is he telling you not to heal people anymore, or is he telling you to be more careful, you wonder.

Apparently this situation scared everyone shitless, because as soon as Gandalf was done getting on your case, you received countless apologies for having you heal small, meaningless wounds and for the other things you’ve done for them.

Of course, you tried to explain that the smaller boosts and injuries are nothing for you, but you were still apologized to a whole bunch anyways.

Fili and Kili’s apologies stuck out to you the most, however.

When everyone felt better knowing that they’d informed you that you no longer need to waste your power healing them and the excitement died down, the two brothers approached with sad expressions darkening their handsome faces.

“You should have told us that we were hurting you.” The dark-haired dwarf informed you sadly, taking up one of your hands in his carefully.

“We wouldn’t have bothered you so much if we knew.” The blond-haired brother agrees, swiping up your other hand in one of his.

Their words make you grimace, and you try to console them. “No, the smaller things don’t hurt at all! I don’t 'get hurt’ because I heal you, I only suffer when it’s a major wound that needs to heal more than just the body.”

Their expressions don’t change and they don’t seem to fully believe you, so you try to explain in simpler terms.

You squeeze both their hands weakly, still needing rest to regenerate your own aura, then reiterate, “Think of it this way. You’ve got a huge jug of water about this big,” you make a big circle with your arms, “ and it’s completely full. Now, if you take a sip of the water when you get a little thirsty and look inside again, it will look the exact same, and you can refill it super quickly… now, if you and a few others are super thirsty, dehydrated, and you need to take big drinks then it drains even more, and very soon it’s almost a quarter empty. It takes longer to fill it up then, because there’s way less because of how thirsty you were.”

They both look at you and nod their heads slowly in understanding, but you simplify it a little more after that.

“So, what I’m trying to say is that if I do something small like help you sleep or heal a cut, maybe mend a headache, I’ll only feel a little tired if that, but if it’s something horrible like Thorin’s wound, then it affects me more severely. It almost transfers to me, but not the physical injury, just the effect of it while my 'power’ heals yours.”

Everyone is listening at this point, and it seems that they all gain a better understanding of what you can do.

It seems Gandalf figured it out, though, judging by his unsurprised expression and slightly proud smile (pride because of your easy to understand explanation, most likely).

“So… what about now, then?” Kili asks, still holding your hand by your side, “What do you need?”

“To rest. Only for a little while until my water replenishes.”

—

It’s going to take around a day for your aura to heal and your strength to return, but, unfortunately, you don’t have the luxury to just lay back and relax like you want.

You all had to stay on the move, so the dwarfs took turns carrying you on their backs.

At first you denied any and all requests for piggy back rides, embarrassed by the mere thought of being hauled around all day while you wait for your aura to heal, but it goes that way regardless.

First it’s Fili and Kili, then Dori (the strongest *according to the book*), Dwalin, and, finally, Thorin.

Thorin carried you for around an hour or so, and each step he took was careful. He wanted to make your ride as comfortable as possible, and he was succeeding for the most part (you’re as comfortable as someone on a piggyback ride can be).

“How are you feeling?” You ask at some point, adjusting your gentle grip around his shoulders as you do.

“I should be the one asking you that question.” He replies without missing a beat, turning his head to the left slightly to catch a glimpse of you.

You don’t say anything right away, looking at him with a small frown before countering, “Okay, but I asked your first.”

“Truthfully, it shames me to say that I feel very good at the moment. My strength has returned tenfold, and I feel as if I’ve just recovered from a long rest.”

“It shames you?” You ask softly, leaning your head against his carefully, “Don’t let it. I chose to do that knowing fully well what I was getting myself into.”

Thorin sighs heavily and shifts his grip on your legs, “I do not wish to treat you as a child. I respect your choice, but I must implore that you do not waste your life on me. It simply isn’t worth it. You’re too precious.”

You feel your face heat up and you find that you become slightly embarrassed. “Thank you Thorin, but I think that a king is slightly more important then a commoner from another world.”

“No… a king is only as strong as his people, friends, and allies. And I happen to value you as all three.”

You don’t argue or disagree this time and instead just nod your head once, “Then I’ll say thank you again.”

The rest of your conversations with Thorin are much more light hearted and wholesome, and you find that this piggyback riding isn’t as bad as you initially though it would be.

The Company/Reader

Goblin tunnels, scapegoats, and life-threatening adventures… Oh, and you’re still supposed to kill these guys, hm.

Angst, Humor, Action

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The fall from your little cozy cave down into the deep dark depths of the Goblin Tunnels was not a pleasant one, and you’re almost certain that a concussion is in the makings with how many times you and your companions have smashed your heads against walls, each other, and rocks alike. 

You got lucky for the most part, and they’ve got pretty thick skulls so they’ll be fine too. 

Once the twisting tunnels and dead-drops are done, you all lay at the bottom of some sort of cage, groaning and recovering from the shock of it all (you’re fairly certain there’s a period there where you’re all unconscious). 

Damn it, you should’ve known better. 

You’ve known for ages about the goblins that reside in the Misty Mountains, but you, for some reason, thought you’d be safe enough with the horrible weather to make it in and out of the mountain range before they even knew you were there. 

The goblin king won’t see you, will he? He won't recognize you, right? 

Yeah, so, there was a time there where you worked freelance, having no assignments from The Brotherhood or anything to do, and you caught wind that the goblins of the Misty Mountains came across something desirable. 

Something… shiny… and… possibly magical.

Your kleptomania went positively wild at the mere thought of finding something so pretty and sparkly in such a dreary and dismal place, so you set out for the Mountains, staked out around the entrances for a few days, and then snuck in and stole that ‘thing’. 

The 'thing’ ended up being a radiant, beautiful ring stolen from some poor traveler more than likely. Whether they wiped out the kingdom or stole it in silence is unknown to you, but you didn’t really care.

You snuck in at night while countless goblins went out to hunt and enjoy the evening, and then you swiped the ring from the goblin kings finger while he slept when day came about, hid in the tunnels until night once more while he flipped out in search of it, and made your escape the following night. 

Only after you stole it did you find out that it was magical. 

It morphed to fit your finger as soon as you fit it on, and granted you some enhanced senses. 

The enhancements weren’t vast or grand, but it was a very slight adjustment that helped to polish your already honed skills. 

You could hear a little better, see a bit further, and increased your 6th sense for detecting others. 

They probably went through numerous hardships to acquire such a useful item, and, now, it was all yours for free. 

That day you spent hiding away in the tunnels, waiting for night so you could escape after stealing it in the day, was boring, but also a little frightening. The way the goblin king screamed and screeched about a thief and needing to find his prize made you briefly fear for your safety, but it didn’t take long for you to realize they’re too dumb to spot you. 

You may not be the strongest in terms of physical strength and brute force, but your willpower and cunning got you through it almost effortlessly. And, if you did get into a physical altercation, your agility and reflexes would help you go down while taking them out with you. 

Anyways, your point it that, he may not recognize your face since he never saw you, but if he sees the ring then it’s over for you. 

So, once you regain your rational thought after your daze, you slip it off your finger and shove it into one of the hidden pockets in your shirt. Who knows if he’ll recognize the ring or not. 

In no time you are being hauled up to your feet and dragged away with the rest of your companions, though you are a fair bit taller than all of them so it’s harder for these nasty bastards to keep you under control. 

No matter how vast or grand your skills are, you’d never be able to take on all of these guys; you’re a stealth master for a reason after all. 

The lot of you are taken down a series of paths to an audience with the horrendous Goblin King, and along the way you manage to kick quite a few of those grabby little monsters down into the dark depths below. 

A minute or so passes that ends with all of you, ultimately, in front of the Goblin Kind and helpless. 

“Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?” His voice booms in front of all of you, echoing throughout the caves, “Spies? Thieves? Assassins?” 

Something like that. 

You are, technically, all three, but none of you are there for him.

One of the small, ugly creatures steps forward and informs him of who you all are,  "Dwarfs and a human, your Malevolence." 

His face morphs into one of disgust and he practically spits out, "Dwarfs?" 

"We found them on the front porch.” The lacky confirms. 

“Well, don’t just stand there; search them! Every crack, every crevice.” He cries, slamming his fist down which makes the wood tremble beneath all of you. 

A bunch of words are traded and the Great Goblin exposes his knowledge about Thorin and the fact that his greatest enemy, Azog the Defiler, is still alive and kicking. 

“Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize.” A twisted smile takes over his huge face and causes that skin beard to shift, a disgustingly entrancing movement, and he looks down at the searching goblins expectantly. 

You’ve had a 3 of your knives tossed aside and your short sword has been stolen, but you’re happy to report that some of your hidden weapons and the stolen goods are still hidden. 

Suddenly, one of the goblins loses it’s head and throws something in front of the group, screeching and screaming with horror. 

The Great Goblin recoils and he hisses out fearfully, “I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks." 

Whips and nails, teeth and palms, the dwarfs are abused with every limb, weapon, and thing possible, and before you can even think on it, your voice demands the attention of them all. 

"Wait!" 

Silence, stillness, attention. 

God, you hate it. 

You slip the ring from your pocket and onto your finger and take a step forward unobstructed from the enraged goblins, slightly nervous but blank in expression. 

"I cannot hide it anymore. Every second that passes weighs on my soul, for the desire to be recognized for my deeds is too strong." 

"Speak your piece, human, what do you want?" 

You raise your ringed hand and brandish the smooth metal off to him, "Do you recognize this? The ring I so cleverly stole from you all those months ago?" 

"M-My ring!” He bellows, taking a step forward, “How- You thief! You were the one who stole from me? You?!" 

You say nothing at first and betray no emotion in your face, lowering your hand back to your side. When you do speak, you push arrogance into your voice, "I took it while you indulged yourself in sleep, and then I hid right under your nose for an entire day, holding my prize and listening to your whining and petulant screams.” The insults are all well aimed and meant to enrage him, for you’re hoping to take his attention off of the dwarfs before he can have them all killed. “If I had known you were so pathetic and slow-witted, I would have taken it during the night and saved myself the time." 

Someone calls your name, Thorin, and he hisses with confusion, "What are you doing?" 

You ignore him. 

If he weren’t so pale and colorless he would’ve been red with anger at your taunting words. The Great Goblin is seething and spitting, his huge, clawed hands clenched into fists as he tries to form a coherent thought. 

"You dare speak down to me? You will be punished!” He cries, pointing a long nailed finger at you, “Cut the ring from those thieving hands, and then take those hands as well!" 

Your expression shifts when you’re shoved forward and onto the ground on your hands and knees, taking on a more defiant look despite the hint of fear in your eyes. 

It’s not like you want them to cut off your hands, you kind of need those, but you’re fairly confident that this groups luck will strike once again and save you from a life of picking things up with your feet and wrists (if they don’t kill you, that is).

"No!” Someone yells from the group of dwarfs and goblins, followed by shouts and calls from others as well. 

Unfortunately, the roaring in your ears is too loud for you to make out individual voices, but it’s nice that they aren’t apathetic towards your fate. 

Before you know it you’re being shoved face-first into the ground and your arms are being wrenched out from beneath you, stretched out and poised for being cut off. Your finger with the ring on it is pulled from your fist, and when you glance up, you see a sword poised above the head of a goblin, ready to relieve you of your hand. 

There’s lots of screaming and yelling, and at some point you squeeze your eyes shut since you’re no longer confident in your assessment that you’ll be saved in the nick of time.

Finally, right when your fate is about to finally be sealed, a bright light blinds you all and renders the goblins immobilized momentarily. 

Gandalf the Gray stands there with his powerful staff in hand and an aura of white surrounding him, meanwhile you all just stare in awe. 

“Take up arms. Fight. Fight!” He demands, slamming his staff on the ground which shakes your very souls. 

You, and everyone else, require no more prompting. 

In one swift movement you roll back onto your feet and steal the discarded sword aimed to take your hands, and then you jump right into the action. 

You and the entirety of the group make a swift and action packed escape where you spend the majority of your time protecting the Durin’s, sticking close to them and keeping the goblins away. 

Everything passes by in a blur of limbs, blood, and violence, and it isn’t until you’ve killed the Great Goblin and escaped back out into the light of the soon setting sun that you have a moment to breathe and think about all the things that just took place. 

It’s at this time that everyone finishes running and takes a moment to catch their breath that you all realize Bilbo is missing, and you immediately curse yourself for not keeping a closer eye on him. 

A couple of the dwarfs begin to blame each other and there’s some mumbling amongst themselves, but Thorin has another idea entirely about what really happened. 

“I’ll tell you what happened. Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it! He’s thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door! We will not be seeing our Hobbit again. He is long gone." 

You purse your lips but say nothing despite your disagreement with his words; arguing with the people 'paying you’ isn’t the brightest idea, so it’s better to just keep your mouth shut. 

And then, quite the peculiar thing, said hobbit steps out from behind a tree and states matter-of-factly, "No, he isn’t." 

There is varying amounts of surprise and shock that wash throughout all of your expressions. Hell, your eyes even widen slightly when he appears so suddenly. How did you not notice him even with your ring on?

"Bilbo Baggins! I’ve never been so glad to see anyone in my life!” The gray wizard exclaims with a grand smile on his wrinkling face. 

Kili speaks next, informing the little hobbit that there was little hope surrounding him. "Bilbo, we’d given you up!" 

"How on earth did you get past the goblins?!” Fili wonders.

“How indeed…” Dwalin sounds suspicious almost when he repeats Fili’s question, but you’re entirely worried about something else. 

“Are you alright, Bilbo?” You chime in before he can explain himself, stepping closer to give him a quick once over. 

You were hired to protect the Durin’s, but you need all of them to get access to that mountain with ease.

Or, at least, that’s what you tell yourself. 

The hobbit looks up at you and offers a slightly nervous smile, “I am fine. Just a few bumps and bruises." 

"I want to know…,” Thorin’s voice breaks through your conversation as he asks, “Why did you come back?”

A quick moment of silence passes as you look down at your feet and listen carefully, actually a bit curious yourself.

It isn’t like you couldn’t do his part of the job for him, though your assignment is something else entirely, and he expressed his desire to leave right before you were all kidnapped by the goblins… so why would he come back?

“Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have,” Bilbo begins with a slightly grim face, “And you’re right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. And my garden…” He trails off as a faraway look momentarily blurs his vision, probably imagining what he could be doing at home right now, and you all watch and listen carefully. “See, that’s where I belong. That’s home. And that’s why I came back, cause you don’t have one - a home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.”

Your eyebrows furrow together when he finishes speaking his piece, because his words are… greatly troubling. 

He was ready to leave it all behind before, mere seconds away from leaving back towards The Shire and Bag End, but here he is now. He came back because he genuinely wants to help; he wants them to reclaim their home and find their wandering origins. 

Everyone is silent as they think over the words Bilbo speaks, and while it awes most of them, you only feel more bothered. 

Such a kind hobbit who you may likely need to kill. 

"That’s foolish.” You find yourself saying that before you can even think about it, something that’s been happening too often for your liking. 

You get several shocked looks, hell, you’re shocked yourself, but you don’t take back your statement. 

Where did this disdain come from all of a sudden? This disdain not towards the kind hearted hobbit, but towards yourself?

“You are not the person to be calling the actions of our Master Burglar, foolish.” Gandalf scolds, eyeing you with a pointed look. “I know your taunting and teasing towards the Goblin King was no accident or arrogance driven necessity. And I also know that you could have easily broken yourself free before harm befell upon you. I brought you along to do a job, and do this job you have - much too well. I thank you for the distraction, but your methods may have proved to be a mistake had I not arrived on time." 

You look back at the gray wizard with an unwavering stare, eyes slightly narrowed as you attempt to glare him into submission; only, he doesn’t relent and stares right back at you. 

"You came in time.” A weak defense.

“And if I hadn’t?” He asks, voice raising slightly. Gandalf doesn’t much like backtalk. “How far would you have taken it? Were you going to allow them to take your hands? To cut that trinket from your finger?" 

This time you hesitate in replying, something akin to a pout tugging at your lips. "Of course not. I had faith that you would come, and you did…,” you trail off, then add begrudgingly, “And if you hadn’t, then I could have escaped quite easily." 

Another silence filled by the two big egos facing off against each other. 

Gandalf’s ego wins, unfortunately. 

You relent and look away, catching the troubled gazes of Fili and Kili. 

Did your actions really bother them that much?

"Well what do you suppose I should do? Let them harm you all?” You wouldn’t let that happen. 

That thought that lingers behind your words makes your eyebrows knit together in confusion once again, and your gaze wanders away once more.

Now that you think about it, why did you do it? I mean, why did you really do it? 

You knew they weren’t actually going to die just like that, he’s too scared of the pale orc to do that, but you did it anyways. The possibility of harm befalling upon these dwarfs actually… affected you.

Gandalf pauses and observes you carefully, then realization sparkles in those infuriatingly wise eyes of his. 

“Well, no matter. I did not mean to scold you, for you are a very capable person, so I thank you for doing your job well and diligently.” He lets those words hang in the air for a time, then he moves on, “Now, we must discuss where we are and where we must go." 

"I say-” Thorin begins, only to be cut off by howls and the sound of a gravely voice speaking in another language. “Out of the frying pan…” He sighs with a weary face. 

“And into the fire! Run! Run!!” The gray wizard snaps.

You all begin your hasty retreat down the mountain, and at some point the sun begins to set. 

The sky turns all sorts of vibrant shades of orange, blue, and red, and the light delicately kisses the peaks of each tree, mountain top, and surface. The air smells fresh, as it usually does following a hard rain, and the grass and leaves glisten healthy because of the drink offered to them by the sky. It’s a magnificent sight to behold, but none of you are able to appreciate it, for the beauty of nature is being darkened and tainted by the evil intent and fear. 

Those nasty wargs chase you all down like prey, maybe that’s exactly what you are, meanwhile your feet take you as far away and as quickly as they can. 

You jog behind the two youngest Durin’s, being as Thorin takes the lead as per usual, and keep a slow enough pace to avoid taking over them (they’re not the fastest group of dwarfs, after all). You can’t have them becoming warg food when you still need them to get you into that mountain…

“Pick up your feet more when you run!” You command, glancing behind you briefly to gauge just how close those bastards are. 

They heed your advice and end up running just a bit faster, something that relieves you somewhat.  

The land begins to thin out and the ground you run on narrows, thus forcing all of you onto a cliff filled with trees and a precipice topped with a leaning tree. 

“Up into the trees, all of you! Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!” Gandalf demands, jumping up to grab one of the low hanging branches and pulling himself up. 

You stay planted firmly in place and wait for everyone to find a spot in a tree and climb to safety, and while everyone else, even Bombur, finds somewhere to avoid the bloodthirsty wargs, Bilbo is still running for the tree line. 

A frustrated curse passes through your gritted teeth, but you waste no time in rushing forward and yanking Bilbo away from the jaws of an awaiting warg. You foot shoots up and crashes into the side of its face, successfully knocking it off course since you nailed it in the eye which gives you two enough time to sort things out. 

“Quickly!” You hiss, leaning crouching down with your hands clasped in front of you, “I can boost you up, but you mustn’t waste anymore time!" 

The little hobbit nods his head and steps his big right foot into your awaiting hands, and, once he’s secured, you launch him up and into the awaiting low hanging branches. 

"Y/N!” Fili screams from above you, panic lining his voice. 

Your gaze snaps forward just in time to see sharp teeth and brown fur, but right before those razor teeth can sink into the soft flesh of your neck, a rock comes sailing through the sky and nails the nasty beast right in the nose. 

It whimpers and jerks its head off to the side, but you don’t waste anymore time in watching it freak out and instead roll around to the other side of the tree and jump up to grab a branch and pull yourself further up so they can’t get your feet. 

You reach up to grasp another branch, but someone catches your hand instead and easily hauls you into another layer of the tree. 

“I’ve got you.” It’s Dwalin, and he doesn’t let go of your hand right away until you’re secure. 

“Thank you.” You dip your head after voicing your thanks then do a quick once-over to make sure everyone is safe in the trees, only, you don’t get the chance to finish that before those wild dogs begin to rip at the roots holding the strong pines into place. 

One by one do each of the trees begin to lean and fall, creating a domino affect that forces all of you to hang vicariously over the edge of the cliffside. 

A quick glance down shows you the imminent death that awaits you below, and, for the first time since this chase began, you fear for your and everyone else’s lives. 

“Catch!” Kili yells to you, tossing a flaming pinecone your way. 

Where did they get flaming pinecones? 

Gandalf of course, you should’ve known even before you looked up. 

You turn your attention ahead once more and pull your arm back, poised to throw the pinecone with all your might, only to stop mid-swing when something, or rather, someone, gets in your way. 

Thorin Oakenshield stands on the trunk of the sinking tree with his weight distributed to maintain balance, and just ahead is Azog the Defiler, staring him down with an arrogant, sick smile. 

Oh Jesus… this dwarf sure doesn’t make your job easy. 

You throw the pinecone since the flames began to lick at your gloved fingers and move to stand up, but the branch you sit upon cracks and creaks, groaning under the sudden movement. 

Shit.

If he dies the dwarfs may give up on the entire journey altogether and decide to leave the mountain alone, and then where will that leave you?

You don’t even want to think about it. 

Another attempt is made to pull yourself up onto the thick trunk, but this time the entire branch cracks and breaks, falling out from beneath you as it hangs by the sparsely attached strings of ripped apart wood. 

You just barely manage to throw yourself into the trunk and hang off the side, feet dangling in open air with nothing to leverage yourself with.

Panic blooms in your chest as you completely loose control over the situation, unable to even swing your legs up because of the way your arms can’t completely wrap around the trunk. 

“No!” Dwalin screams just above you, catching your attention briefly despite your panic. 

You look over to the side and see that Thorin has lost his fight against the pale orc. He lays on the ground, unmoving and defeated as another one of Azog’s companions raise its’ weapon above its’ head to kill the dwarf king. 

“Damn it!” You hiss helplessly, pawing uselessly around the rough bark in search of any sort of leg up. “Thorin!" 

This is it. They’re going to kill him and all of you are going to fall to your deaths, soaring through the sky for a brief time before you become nothing more than bloody splatters on the ground below. 

The sound of metal hitting metal and the clashing of weapons draws your ear as you begin to slip further down the circumference of the trunk, but you can’t even turn to look because there’s nothing left for you to do. 

The rest of your body drags your arms from around the tree and, in a last ditch effort to avoid the drop, you grasp the broken, hanging branch. 

It snaps of as soon as your weight yanks it down, and then… you’re free falling. 

Someone screams your name (is that Bofur?) but you don’t do anything. 

You don’t writhe or scream; you don’t flail your arms or cry; you just stare up at the horror stricken faces and your partners in falling (Dori and Ori) as numbness overtakes your whole body. 

Yes, your stomach drops as the feeling of falling sickens you, but in your heart, in your soul, you feel nothing. 

It’s not like you’ve led a particularly good life or anything, but still, you don’t want to die. Even if there is nothing for you, no one that cares, you still don’t want to go; because once you’re dead, the only thing anyone will remember you as is a ruthless monster, a puppet of The Brotherhood. 

You don’t want to die. 

Maybe you should’ve rejected the job in the first place; maybe you should’ve made better designs in general; maybe you should’ve allowed yourself to let those foolish dwarfs and sweet hobbit close if to just feel a moment of belonging. 

Little do you know, all of these thoughts will prove to complicate your mission further, because this is, in fact, not the end. 

One moment you’re falling to your death while having an existential crisis, and the next you’re being snatched out of the sky by one of the Great Eagles.

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.”

anonymous asked: Would it be possible to write an imagine with fili where you sneak into erebor (after the bofa) because its raining and you have no home and fili finds you and takes care of you in his room?
Written by: Anna
Pairing: Fili X Reader

Cold.

The cold was all you could feel, it seeped into your veins and ate at your fingers as you tugged desperately at your jacket, trying to warm yourself up through the thick, damp fur.

But the damn rain was making that near impossible!

You were positive that if you didn’t get out of the rain in the next few minutes you would die, luckily, you had some sort of idea as to where you were exactly. Stuck between Dale and Erebor, you had no place to go, Dale refused to let you in, not welcoming any strangers, so now your only chance was Erebor.

Upon making it to the large gates of the mountain, you looked up, water flooding into your eyes as you realized that there was no one on guard at that moment. “N-n-no!” You groaned, your teeth chattering wildly.

You had no idea what you were going to do, observing the gates, you stepped towards them, placing your hands on the cold, wet bars. You could hardly feel the cold anymore, you were almost past the point of freezing at that point, and it was all you could do to not fall over and let yourself go right there.

And that was when you realized that if you maneuvered your body just right, you might be able to slip through the bars! Forcing yourself to stay upright, you turned sideways, shoving your body in between two thick bars, wiggling around as you almost got caught between them, but you just barely managed to slip through.

Once you were on the inside of the gates, you had scampered towards the warmth radiating from inside the mountain, hoping to not be caught. The rain had disappeared from around you, but you were spent, exhausted actually.

You tried to make some noise, to try and get someone’s attention, but you couldn’t make a sound, you were just too tired.

A second later, you had collapsed in the beautiful, dully lit hallways of the great kingdom, your body physically unable to support itself any longer as your knees gave out underneath you.

And the next thing you knew, your eyes slipped shut and you were pulled into unconsciousness.

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You awoke to a warm touch on your forehead, warmth was absolutely flooding through your veins. A moan escaped your lips as you turned sideways, pulling yourself further into the warmth of whatever was surrounding your body, not that you cared.

Slowly, you managed to pull open your eyes, regaining consciousness. When you managed to look around the room, you noticed that you were laying on a large bed, blankets piled all around you.

The second thing you noticed was the man sitting next to you, his hands resting next to you on the bed. He seemed to notice that you’d woken up, his eyes widening as he held his hands up in a calming manner, but you weren’t worried, just… tired.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked, standing up.

After a brief hesitation, you nodded, not trusting your words at the moment. He helped you sit up, placing you against a plethora of pillows by the headboard of the bed before sitting back down.

You cleared your throat, looking up at the man and finally got a good look at him. He was rather attractive in your opinion, he had long blond hair, and a braided moustache (that you thought was strangely cute, but you weren’t planning on mentioning it.) and he had beautiful blue eyes.

“So…” You began, testing your voice out. “Em, what happened?”

He gave a small chuckle. “Well, I was hoping you could tell me that. You showed up in Erebor, your presence unknown to everyone, and you were found, passed out on the ground.” The male said to her, sending her an uneasy glance.

You found yourself trying to move around, wanting to get up, but you were quickly stopped when a hand was placed on your shoulder to push you back into the pillows. “I’m sorry, but you should stay sitting, you had blacked out, it’s not going to be good if you get up and black out again.” He warned, his large hand soft against your shoulder.

The male reached over and grabbed something off the bedside table, pulling it into your line of vision. You gave a sigh of relief when you saw that it was a glass of water. “Here, drink this.” He said.

Happily, you accepted the glass and took gently sips, careful not to down it all at once, and when you were done, the male took it back. “Thank you.” You mumbled, scooting further down into the warm blankets.

“What’s your name?” The blond perked up, his curiosity taking the better of him.

You turned on your side to look at him, his blue eyes piercing yours as he patiently awaited your answer. “…I’m (y/n).” You introduced, hesitantly.

He smiled warmly at you, almost dreamily. “(y/n),” He repeated to himself. “It’s lovely.”

You felt a blush rise up to your cheeks at his compliment. “T-thank you… what’s yours?” You asked in response, your curiosity getting the better of you. “It’s only fair.” You added.

The dwarf sent you a cheeky smile. “Fili, at your service.” He introduced with a small bow.

“It’s nice to meet you Fili.” You smiled, cuddling yourself further up into the blankets.

Fili gave a deep chuckle, throwing his head back, making you smile. Thankfully, he seemed to notice how tired you still were, and he silenced himself once more. “Maybe you should get back to sleep, (y/n), you’ve been through a lot.” He offered, resting his hand right next to your face.

You were practically asleep already, your eyes slipping shut ever so slowly. You hummed almost inaudibly as you let your eyes slip shut. “Goodnight, Fili,” You muttered, not quite sure of what you were saying. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

The last thing you heard before you slipped back into the land of dreams was a warm laugh and soft lips press against your forehead, lulling you off to sleep that much faster.

“My pleasure, (Y/n).”