CHAPTER XXIX

A Kili X OC fanfic

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Tw:More Thorin and Raewyn banter. Sudden angst (hold on to your seatbelts. It’s gonna be a ride from this chapter on). Raewyn kicks Kili. Bilbo and Raewyn being besties because we need some happiness to keep the energy up. Descriptions of exhaustion because of walking + description of being out of breath because of a fall. I like time skips for the spice. Not that heavy yet.

As some of you may or may not know; I am in a serious writing slump. I halted my whole celebration and everything. I haven’t written anything for this series for two entire weeks straight, so it took some time getting back into the story. Updates will therefore still be slow, but I try to post new chapter every Sunday 19:00 CET. For now; enjoy the chapter and don’t forget to let me know what you think of it!

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When the dwarves have very little screen time in tbotfa so you have to write you own scenes while you are in a writing slump

If the mountains of gold did not appear overwhelming from a distance, they definitely did up close. Having ignored Thorin’s shouts and protests, Raewyn had marched up to the treasure hoard, ready to grab enough valuables for Laketown to rebuild. Yet, unlike she had suspected, no one had come to stop her yet. The king was so caught up in his own mind that he could not find the strength nor the urge to stop the Asha, even though he had been completely and utterly obsessed with the gems and gold.

Picking the purest of jewels from the piles, Raewyn stuffed them in her pockets, not wasting her time on mere golden coins. She knew exactly what was more valuable, and which could remain in the halls forever.

Silent curses spilled from her mouth as she tried to push Thorin’s delusional face from her mind. She was aware that it was only a matter of time before he would confront her again, but she would make sure the men on the other side of the gates held their share of the treasure.

The gold beneath her feet fell with every movement, and the clinking of it was heard throughout the otherwise quiet mountain. Never had treasure looked so sickening, or sounded so foreign, and she nearly grew scared at the daunting amount of jewels. Pushing herself through it, she reached down to pick up another necklace, inspecting the emeralds decorating the chain, before stuffing it with the rest of her share.

A loud clinking was heard from behind her, but this was much further than her feet were. The ranger froze at the sound for a short moment, staring at the coins below her as she tried to identify the footsteps.

When a louder clinking was heard again, it was obvious to her that the person wanted to make themselves known. And with that thought, it did not take long for her to figure out who it was.

“Did he send you?” She asked aloud, picking up a ring from a small treasure chest.

A sharp silence was heard after her question, and she knew the presence had halted his movement.

“Yes.” Sounded a remorseful reply.

Raewyn hummed at the answer, twirling the ring between her fingers. When no other words were spoken, she put the ring in her pouch, turning around to face the prince.

“What will you do?” She questioned, having dropped her hands from the treasure.

Kili only stared at her from the golden stairs, a new sword hung over his hips, though his hand made no move to reach for it. He was clad in heavy dwarven armor, letting Raewyn know that Thorin was indeed preparing for war.

“I do not want to choose.” He confessed through a whisper, looking behind him, silently wishing his brother had been beside him.

“You will have to.” Raewyn pointed out, trying to adjust her tone to Kili’s, even as she felt more anger than regret.

The dwarf frowned upon her speech, slowly making his way down the stairs as he unsheathed his sword. Staring down at it, he threw it down the treasure hoard, swallowing thickly.

“I want to be with you.” He managed out, a defeated look on his face.

“But you cannot abandon your family.” She understood, giving a short nod as she remained in her place.

“Thorin will throw me out when he finds out you left the mountain.” Kili explained, now standing below the golden pile Raewyn was vacating.

“If.” She countered, giving him a warning glance.

“When.” He shot back, his voice steadfast and unwavering.

Observing his confident stance, the ranger sighed, dropping her shoulders.

“I cannot let you do that either.”

“So what will we do?” Kili tried, making his way on top of the pile.

“I don’t know.” Raewyn mumbled, looking up at the ceiling.

“Neither do I,” The dwarf admitted, his voice now closer. “And I am not here to tell you not to grab that gold, for I stand with you. You know this.”

His hands carefully found hers, drawing her attention back to him. Looking anywhere but at him, Raewyn squeezed his hand three times, finally resting her eyes on a pillar in the distance.

“So what will you have me do?” Kili finished.

“I was going to leave eventually,” The Asha confessed, letting her mind wander back to the burning lake they had faced days prior. “My quest ended when Smaug drew his last breath.”

“Then why are you still here?” The prince voiced, even surprising himself with his question.

Feeling her heart leap into her throat, she blinked slowly, having expected this question since their first night in Erebor, yet still unprepared with her answer. In all honesty, she did not even know why she was still here. It was obvious Thorin wanted her gone, but she did not stick around to agitate him on his throne. Nor did she stay for Bilbo, which she might have expected herself to do.

“You know why.” She ultimately answered, letting go of his hand as she took a step back.

“I do,” He admitted, taking a step towards her. “But I need to hear you say it.”

Loud footsteps were heard through the halls as both Kili and Raewyn’s heads shot up at the sound.

“Raewyn!” A voice shouted, seeming out of breath, yet extremely recognizable to the pair. “Thorin sent Kili to-”

Bilbo ran into the treasure room, spotting the two upon a golden hill. He broke his sentence halfway, letting out a sigh of relief as he noticed Kili’s sword missing.

“You did not think I was actually going to kill her?” The dwarf questioned, almost insulted.

“Kill me?” Raewyn repeated, genuinely surprised by the king’s order.

“I wasn’t going to.” He defended, holding his hands up in surrender, his mood suddenly switching.

Looking at the hobbit below and the gates in the distant halls, he inhaled deeply, making eye contact with the ranger.

“Strike me.” He concluded, his voice quiet, though she was sure she had heard him.

“Excuse me?”

“If you strike me and run off, I won’t be banished and you won’t be followed.” The dwarf explained, his tone more urgent as he stepped towards her again, making Raewyn take two steps back.

“I am not going to strike you.” She hissed, taking a quick look at Bilbo below, who seemed confused at the entire exchange.

Kili groaned in frustration, holding his hand up as he gently turned Raewyn’s head to face his.

“Please.” He pleaded, his eyes nearly begging as he lowered his arm.

The Asha only managed to stare at him, a hurt look flashing across her face. Kili’s face set in such sadness, yet determination, and she absolutely hated it. She would not strike him just to please Thorin. But she did not want Kili to get banished because she ran off without his interference.

Feeling her heart sink, she placed her feet further apart, staring at Kili with desperate eyes. But his intentions did not seem to waver. Instead of running towards her, he stood there, unmoving, waiting for Raewyn, whose mind was reeling by now, begging her to let him stand there and simply run off.

But before her inner conflict could get the better of her, she rest her weight on her left leg, kicking her right one from underneath her. Her foot harshly collided with Kili’s chest, knocking the air out of his lungs as he fell down the treasure hoard.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she ran down as well, on the other side of the fallen dwarf. Turning only briefly to look at Bilbo, who had ran to Kili’s side. Blinking fiercely, she made way for the main hall, preparing herself to leave the mountain.

“You knew about Mithril forging.” She heard Kili’s voice call out. It was out of breath and shaky, but it was there.

Her footsteps wavered slightly, her pace fading as the lump in her throat began to swell.

“Keep it,” She called hoarsely. “It belongs to you.”

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The walk towards Dale seemed longer, and more tiring, than it had perhaps been. Though Raewyn had been of stronger build, she began to realize the treasure in her pockets only made her footsteps heavier. She had already offered Farris a few chains in case she would be caught, but even those four lesser chains did nothing to fade the weight pulling at her trousers.

“Raewyn, wait!” Someone called out. Someone fairly close to her.

Before she could answer, Bilbo suddenly appeared in front of her, pulling a ring off his finger. One that Raewyn quickly recognized as the ring the hobbit had offered her in Mirkwood.

“Bilbo?” She spoke bewildered. “What are you doing here?”

The hobbit stuck his hand inside his coat, pulling out the ever-gleaming Arkenstone.

“Thorin is no longer the same,” He stated. “Perhaps this way we can encourage negotiations.”

“It is better off destroyed.” Raewyn countered, scoffing lightly. “Perhaps by making the one thing he longs to hold unobtainable, it will drive him mad enough to knock some sense into him.”

“We are not going to do that.” Bilbo objected. “This is for Bard.”

The ranger squinted her eyes upon his words. “For what? I have enough jewels here to save the people of Laketown.” She explained, gesturing towards the chains hanging from her pockets.

“That is also why I am here,” The hobbit muttered, taking another step towards his friend. “Bring it back, or- or keep it.”

“I’m sorry?” She questioned, visibly taken aback.

“Raewyn, you have told me so many tales and stories about the kingdoms of old and your avoidance of them,” Bilbo told, stuffing the Arkenstone back in his pockets. “Don’t throw yourself in deep of them because of one dwarf.”

“Thorin has nothing to do with this.” The Asha hissed, not angered by the hobbit, but angered at the insinuation of Thorin’s approval.

“I know,” Bilbo smiled knowingly. “Go back to Erebor, Rae.”

“Bilbo-”

“No,” He halted. “This is me putting my foot down.” Slamming a foot down to prove his point, he aimed his finger at the ranger, who was looking at him in silent judgment. “You have helped me so many times, now let me help you. And I am not in the mood to deal with another stubborn dwarf.”

Raewyn stared at him, trying to find the proper words to argue with him. But she knew he would not quickly change his mind. She knew he was leaving for Dale, regardless of her words. She could force him to run back to the mountain, had an urgent thought not suddenly crossed her mind.

“The orcs are on their way to siege Erebor,” She spoke without thinking.

Noticing Bilbo’s sudden shock and surprise, she sighed deeply. “Gandalf sent me a letter.”

“Have you warned them?” The hobbit asked, alarmed at the speech of his friend.

Raewyn swallowed thickly, looking at her feet for a short moment before turning to look back at the shorter creature.

“I wanted to.” Was all she said, letting Bilbo do his thinking on his own.

As if she could hear the gears turning in his head, she looked at the hobbit staring far-off, trying to understand her words. And when he did, his face revealed his realization, making Raewyn form her lips in a thin line.

“Revenge will not make you feel any better,” Bilbo whispered, resting a hand on her lower arm, silently pleading for her to turn back.

“I know,” She agreed quietly. “But with his mind, and his actions against the survivors of Laketown….”

Looking deeply into Bilbo’s eyes, she shrugged, causing the hobbit to drop his hand. “What if he does not get better? Will we let him rule by his own selfish bidding?”

“It is his kingdom.” He sighed, though the hobbit himself was not pleased by the thought. He knew Raewyn was right, and that his rule would be his end, but he did not dare to interfere with Thorin’s rule as the ranger had.

“So we let him get devoured by his own greed and power?” She exclaimed in exasperation. “He threatened and tried to kill me multiple times! He sent Kili after me. Kili won’t kill me, but the next dwarf might.”

Upon the name of the dwarf, Raewyn seemed to halt her next sentence, freezing upon a frightening thought. Gasping lightly, she took a step back.

“What was I thinking?” She mumbled, turning to look at the mountain in the distance. “Thorin might be insane, but he isn’t stupid. He’s going to kick him out.”

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Where Raewyn had thought the walk to Dale was challenging, she found herself out of breath with every step she took back to the mountain. Farris had been following Bilbo regardless of her owner returning to Erebor, but Raewyn couldn’t find the urge to call the owl back.

She had already dropped a couple of necklaces and chains, but it was not the weight of the gold that made the climb back up so difficult. It was the dawning realization that she was to face Thorin once more. To try to bargain with him once more. And with the stubbornness of both of them, she knew she wouldn’t get far. Yet she had to try to talk to him, or at least try to stop the king from kicking anyone out.

From above her, she could hear two pairs of footsteps walking around, alerting her that there were dwarves up there guarding the gate, or perhaps even waiting for her arrival. Having only recognized one dwarf upon the noises, she halted momentarily, waiting for the second pair again. But when they appeared frozen, she pushed her shoulders back, simply walking up the remainder of stairs.

Almost immediately, Bofur ran up to her, his face laced with confusion and slight desperation.

“Lass, what are you doing here?” He pleaded, grabbing her arm to stop her movement.

Tearing her arm from his grip, she continued her path towards the gates.

“Where is Kili?” She questioned, the dwarf trailing behind her.

“He’s inside,” Bofur answered, shooting a quick glance towards Dori, who sat down beside the gate. “But why-”

“Where is Thorin?” Raewyn interrupted, now walking into the mountain.

“I suppose he is in the throne room, as usual, but-”

“How important is it?” She sighed, turning around to face Bofur, giving him an exhausted look, her breath still labored from the climb.

The dwarf took a deep breath, holding his finger up, though he seemed to have trouble finding the words that were yet to be spoken. After a short while, just as Raewyn was about to resume her path, he spoke up.

“Where have ye been?”

Looking at him, she frowned lightly, having expected another question entirely.

“That is not important,” She answered, before pointing to Dori, who was still watching from outside. “I need you to gather the dwarves.”

With those words, she took off again. It took a quick second for Bofur to realize she was leaving again, stumbling over his steps as he tried to catch up.

“Why?” He wondered, followed by a slightly more careful: “I do not think you have the authority to-”

“This is not a formal request, this is me asking you a favor as a friend.” The Asha shot off again, holding her hand up to emphasize her point. “Orcs are on their way to attack the mountain and - unless Thorin decided that his treasure is not worth pining over obsessively -, he is going to sit here and let it happen. So either you gather the company or I will, but I need them here before sunrise.”

That shut him up, his footsteps fading as he let the words slowly, but surely, sink in. Swallowing harshly, he stopped, letting Raewyn continue her own path.

“What’ll you do?” He called after her.

“That depends.” She voiced back, no longer turning around to face him.

“Depends on what?” Bofur dared to ask.

Raewyn sighed audibly, beginning to grow slightly annoyed at the curious dwarf. Yet, she answered him truthfully; “Depends on who is still walking these halls.”

Having finally accepted her words, Bofur took off running, rushing to find the dwarves, who had all scattered amongst the mountain. Where most of them were still on the look for the Arkenstone, there were some who had taken it upon themselves to discover the halls and kingdom itself. With the leave of Thorin of course. But they could be hiding anywhere, and sunrise was mere hours away. Both Bofur and Raewyn were running out of time.

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Having known the way to the throne room better than she had liked, Raewyn was quick to find Thorin, and on his side Fili. The two seemed to be too caught up in their conversation, but the Asha could not quite hear what they were saying. Nevertheless, the absence of Kili did not go unnoticed by her, and it send her into another internal panic.

Fishing out the last couple of necklaces from her pockets, she threw them on the floor, aiming them at Thorin. The sound of the falling gems and gold immediately caught his attention, his head snapping up at an alarming rate.

“You,” He seethed, raising from his seat, staring down from his steps. “You attacked my kin. My sister’s son!”

The Asha only walked up to the steps of the throne, pointing her thumb towards Fili.

“Both of them, if you want to make a list.”

“You have a lot of nerve coming back.” He taunted, his voice sharp, as Fili frowned at the exchange.

Raewyn tilted her head to her right side, shrugging as she neared the first step.

“Yes, well, I was halfway down the stairs when I realized I hadn’t bothered you enough yet. I came back to make it up.”

“Do not think your humor masks your intentions,” The dwarf spoke clearly, his voice booming throughout the room. “I know why you are here.”

“Do you now?” She teased. “I highly doubt it. There’d be a lot more panic here if you had.”

“Do not play coy with me, Asha. I have seen your looks,” He roared, angered at not only her words, but her mere presence. “I am not as blind as you might be.”

“That’s an ironic thing to say.” Raewyn mumbled to herself, stopping on the second step as she looked at Thorin. Noting his sword missing, she suppressed the urge to smile, yet she could not help but let a small smirk show.

“Look, oh your great dwarvishness with your absurd crown and your heavy robes that weigh twice as much as your pride,” She proclaimed, Thorin’s face switching that to one of confusion, before falling back into rage. “You have orcs marching up to your gates. To your bloody treasure that you intend to dwell over your entire life. They will be here in two, if not one night.”

The king made no intention to speak, nor did Fili, though he dared to let a pleading look fall into his uncle’s direction.

“I do not know what you long to do with this information, but if you will not make a call, I am gathering the company and we shall leave.”

And with her speech, Thorin began to smile. A smile so mockingly, that she wanted to do nothing more than to slap it off, throwing him off of the stairs for good measure.

“They will never walk with you.” He laughed lowly.

“Perhaps,” She shrugged, her eyes falling onto Fili. “But they will walk with him.”

Thorin’s smile faded as his eyes cast upon his nephew, giving him an accusing look. Yet, he was quick to stare back down at the ranger.

“I see your plan,” He mumbled, though his voice echoed through the halls. “Was this truly how you envisioned it? Convincing us that a threat is nearing, when the real threat hides in Dale?”

His voice sent shivers down her spine, her mind casting back to her encounter with Smaug. The strong and witted words that fell from his mouth appeared as if they were now in Thorin’s brain The dwarf of earlier did not have this way of speaking, nor did he feel confident enough to speak them, but he was no longer holding back.

“Was it not you who set out to help them?” He resumed. “And now you have returned. Perhaps because they did not want the treasure, but I highly doubt it.”

Finally, the king moved, taking a step down the stairs, walking at an agonizingly slow pace, glaring at the Asha below him.

“No, you came back for something else. You came back to take something with you. Something that you forgot the first trip,” Another step was taken down, though he halted, as if to ponder over something.

“No, not forgot; incapable of bringing along. You changed your mind, so you came back to get him. Is that not the case?”

Now he was standing only a small step taller than her, giving him the opportunity to look down at the ranger, giving her a daring smile.

Squinting her eyes slightly, Raewyn frowned at him, a million words and thoughts rushing through her mind as she tried to carefully calculate her next words without revealing too much. But once more, her tongue was quicker than her mind, and the words started falling freely.

“Every second you sit here, your mind becomes more delusional.” She hissed. “The orcs are real. And they will be here soon. As for your supposed genius speech; I came back to warn you, hoping that you might still have some common sense knocked into you.”

Thorin tilted his head up, looking at his nephew behind him, before letting his eyes fall onto the wall behind Raewyn, no longer bothered by her words.

“So, were I to say Kili ran after you, you would not care?”

Upon his words, her jaw began to clench, one of her hands squeezing together, as she swallowed thickly. He could not have followed her, she tried to convince herself. She would have heard him. He would have called after her, or at least ran after her. His boots were heavier than all others, so she could have known he was coming from miles away. It was simply impossible Kili had ran after her.

Yet the thought of it did not seem faux enough. She knew he very well might have done it, and he might have been more quiet than usual, having known about her years as a ranger. But he had never once considered it before. Why would he have changed it all of the sudden?

“I will not fight for your sake, your name, your throne, or your claim,” She changed the subject, referring to her earlier words about the orcs, purposely not mentioning Kili. “I will lead the company away from this mountain, so I shall fight to defend them. Sit here and rot, I could not care any less.”

Stomping down the stairs angrily, she huffed loudly. From behind her, she could hear Thorin sit back down on his throne, as Fili finally began to move.

Nearing the necklaces she had earlier thrown on the ground, she stood on top of them, pushing much force into her steps as the rubies and emeralds shattered under her boots, the gems falling into a million tiny pieces.

“You should leave soon,” Thorin called, his speech mocking, though his voice sounded angry again. “Perhaps your orcs have already found him.”

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Chapter 1-28 of my Kili X OC fanfic ‘Starcrossed Losers’ can be found right here! Check it out and let me know what you think of it!

Starcrossed Losers: The Art Archives

Watch the hobbits, he said. It’ll be fun, he said.

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I dearly want to point out that this was made before I figured out how to change the quality on ProCreate, so yes…..it does look quite boxy, but you will have to live with it.

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Post-Erebor

In which Bilbo needs some time for himself (highly likely with Thorin ;)) and Raewyn has to babysit Frodo, who proceeds to invite Merry and Pippin. Kili is not allowed to laugh or he has to sleep outside.

He laughs regardless.

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Chapter 29 of my Kili X OC series ‘Starcrossed Losers’ is out now! Check it out here and let me know what you think of it!

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Chapter 29 of my Kili X OC series ‘Starcrossed Losers’ is out now! Check out the entire series right here and let me know what you think of it!

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Chapter 1-29 of my Kili X OC series can be found right here! Check out the latest chapter and let me know what you think of it!

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

{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.

Multi-Dimensional Pt. 5

 In which you have a genius idea to take these suckers out, you accidentally do something you’re not supposed to, and you take the taller bit of your friends out. 

—-

And then, you realize, that it’s getting deeper into October.

As it got deeper into October, the dwarves and hobbit remain in your house. It’s been a total of 2 ½ weeks, now, and you can tell they’re getting antsy from staying in one place for so long.

Like, around halloween time.

An idea strikes you in the head like a bag of bricks, and right away you realize that you’re a genius.

You’re sitting on the couch with Bilbo, Oin, and Bofur when the lightbulb goes off in your head suddenly, and once it does you hop to your feet and run upstairs at top speed, successfully baffling everyone idly watching the nature documentary you put on.

You pass Dwalin and Balin while you zoom to your bedroom, and when they see you run past them like freaking Speedy Gonzales they’re both super confused.

Right away you grab your laptop off your bed and pull up a window.

The keys of your compute clack softly while you type in your town as well as ‘Halloween Festival’ and the first few results as well as images on the Google engine prove your theory.

Every year here people dress up in advance and celebrate throughout the duration of the week leading up to it. Of course, the trick-or-treating only happens on the day of, but there are a plethora of other things for people to do during that week.

People dress up, children go on field trips, there’s a festival, and even the grocery stores have little events they put on to promote their business.

You’ve never really gone before since crowded places aren’t the most comfortable for you, but you actually feel a little giddy about taking them all to see the town with you.

Right away you know you’re going to have to buy them all costumes, but for the last week you’ve been pet sitting this rich couples Rag-doll cat, Princess, and your going rate is $18/hr for a week… Do the math ;).

You’re going to get paid later in the day today after you drop her back off at their house, and that’s not even accounting for the other animals you’ve been watching for varying amounts as well.

So, essentially, you’re gonna be perfectly fine financially.

Anyways, as soon as you’re done doing your little bit of research there on your computer you close it and leave your room again, hopping down the stairs with a big bright smile on your face.

When you reenter the living room, everyone is gathered there and looking at you expectantly.

At first, you don’t do or say anything since you’re super confused, but when the silence begins to drag on for too long you ask hesitantly, “Uh… Is everything alright? What’s going on?”

“Well, you left to your room very quickly.” Bilbo comments, standing up from his spot on the couch, “But from the smile on your face, I’m assuming it wasn’t because of anything bad?”

You nod your head and sigh, leaning down to pet Mittens who is rubbing herself against your legs, “Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s great, actually.” You pause for dramatic effect, then add, “I just figured out a way to take all of you out! Like, to see the town and stuff!”

“You have?” Thorin asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

“Mmhm!” You stand up straight and nod your head quickly, bouncing on the balls of your feet, “See, I figured I’d probably be able to take you and maybe Kili, Bofur, and Dwalin out at some point… like, if some of you were to groom yourselves different or wear hats…,” once more you stop your speech and realize that may be offensive, “N-Not that I think there’s anything wrong with how you look-”

“Nobody is offended, I’m sure. Go on.” Thorin urges, amusement present on their faces from your sudden frantic backtracking so you don’t offend them.

“R-Right, uh… anyways, you guys are taller so I knew I could probably bring you along sometime, but I wasn’t sure how to get everyone else to come along, and then I realized that this next week is the week leading up to halloween!” You say it like it will answer all their questions, forgetting that they probably don’t know what halloween is.

Silence passes by for a few seconds as they wait for you to go on, and when you don’t Kili asks, “What’s 'halloween’?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s like, a holiday where children dress up and go to peoples houses to get candy. And when I say dress up, I mean in costumes.” You rub the back of your neck while you explain and add, “In my city, the place we are now, we celebrate throughout the whole week. There are games, festivals, and lots of events… and there are people running around in masks all of the time. So I can get some of you costumes and then I can bring you all along!” Your smile returns as you pick apart the details, and it seems your excitement is contagious.

“Wait, so we will get to walk around the town and see other things?” Nori questions, looking over at his brothers with a smile.

“Yeah, but I gotta get you costumes first. Like, ghosts and some masks of different things. But if we wanna make the most of our time then I should probably go now.”

You turn after that and go to the counter to grab your purse, pausing when Balin asks, “So it’s a holiday where people run around in disguises, getting candy, and playing games as a community?”

Once again you nod your head, turning around to look at him with the same bright smile on your face.

“So, anyone can be anyone?” The older dwarf asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yeah, pretty much.” You look down and go through your purse, making sure everything you need is in there before walking over to put on your tennis shoes.

“Even the man who was here the week before?”

Now that certainly gives you a pause.

Before you were never worried about it, but now with what’s happened with him, you aren’t so sure that it’s so safe anymore.

“Um… yeah, I guess.” You’d rather not think about it, so you start to tie your laces up. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Well, you already said that you can bring some of us, so why not do that now? Just to make sure?” Balin asks, though it’s more of a 'you should really do it cause we’re gonna freak out if you don’t’.

You don’t respond and instead finish tying your shoes first, thinking over his request.

When you’re done doing up your shoes you turn and see that they’re all looking at you with similar expressions of worry, and it makes you sigh, “Okay, fine. But whoever goes can’t wear their normal clothes cause people will be weirded out. The halloween thing doesn’t start for another day.”

There’s a moment of silence while some of them exchange looks before Thorin speaks, “You mentioned Kili and myself first. Surely that should be fine.”

“Um…” You look between the two and tilt your head to the side thoughtfully, arms crossed over your chest. “Sure. But your hair is definitely going to stick out, Thorin.”

He nods his head in understanding.

“And what about me?” Kili asks eagerly. It seems he’s really excited about finally being able to leave your property.

“You’re fine, I think. Am I taking both of you?” You inquire with furrowed eyebrows, walking a few steps forward.

“You might as well.” Kili says with a big silly smile.

Well, you can’t argue with that logic.

You shrug your shoulders and head up the stairs again, “Alright, go get changed into some of the clothes I gave you.”

—

Once they’re dressed in t-shirts and sweatpants (you didn’t know their sizes so you got whatever would fit at the time) you observe them both with narrowed eyes while rubbing your chin.

“Hm… On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Kili a 9 and Thorin a 6.” You say after a moment, turning to look at everyone else and get their opinions.

“What is the scale referring to?” Fili pipes up suddenly, looking up at you.

“How convincing they are.”

“Why do I get a 6?” Thorin grumbles, looking at you pointedly.

“Your hair.” You reply simply, walking over with a hair tie stretched between your fingers, “Hold still.”

You gather his hair over his shoulders and pull it back, putting his hair through it and wrapping it around until it’s nice and tight.

As soon as you’re finished, you step around him and look to see if it’s made a difference, and when you’ve determined that it’s good, you smile, “Okay, now it’s at least an 8.” You turn towards Kili and ask, “Your hair is fine, right? Or do you want me to put it up?”

He doesn’t say anything and neither does anyone else, and when the silence persists you raise an eyebrow, “Hello? Earth to Kili, I just asked you a question.”

“Uh, no, you don’t have to, thank you.” He shakes his head and seems to come to some sort of realization since he starts to smile at his uncle in that big teasing grin you’ve, unfortunately, become accustomed to.

You nod your head and skip back over to the counter, swiping your keys off of it before heading to the front door.

“Come out whenever, I’m gonna get my car started.”

Once you’re out of the house some of the dwarves begin to laugh, and Kili pokes fun at his uncle, “Thorin, you have quite a red face, are you sure you can go?”

Thorin glares at his nephew and replies coldly, “She meant nothing by it.”

“Right, but is that disappointment I hear?”

The glare he throws his nephew is so withering it could suck the life right out of a flower, but Kili is no flower, so he only laughs more.

“She offered to do yours too, you know.” Fili adds when he begins to feel bad for his uncle.

Kili pauses his laughter and glares at his brother, “But she didn’t do it.”

“She would’ve.”

“Oh hush, you’re just upset that she didn’t ask to do your hair.” Kili shoots back, glaring at his brother.

“I am not, because unlike everyone else, I knew she meant naught by asking.” He shoots back with a smirk.

Kili huffs indignantly and glares at his brother, saying no more as he heads out the door after you.

Thorin turns to everyone before following and states, “Try not to destroy anything while we are gone.” His voice is firm and he waits until he gets nods from them all before leaving after you.

—

Once you’re all in the car you put it into drive and go, turning up the radio so the car won’t be completely filled with silence while you drive.

Occasionally, you’ll glance at Thorin in the passenger seat or Kili in the back, and each time you do they’re looking out the window at the passing scenery with awe.

“If you’re impressed now, wait until we get into the big city.” You comment suddenly, smiling to yourself while you watch the road ahead.

And when you do arrive in the city, they are impressed indeed.

The gasp that leaves Kili when you drive through the first big street draws a giggle from you, and when he presses his face against the window as you pull into the parking lot of the seasonal halloween store, your smile grows even bigger.

Even Thorin is impressed by all the wonderful things around, and when you turn off the car after parking you turn to look at them, “Thoughts so far?”

“It’s wonderful.” Kili breathes, looking at the bright, moving signs and huge stores all around.

“Yes, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything so grand before.” Thorin agrees, looking over at you with a smile of his own.

“Well if this impresses you, wait until we get inside the store. Try not to get scared.”

—

The three of you eventually make it inside, and when you do they are in awe once more.

The seasonal store is dark with black painted walls and bright white florescent lights, and there are various halloween and horror things everywhere.

When you walk in there is one of those electronic jump-scare things, and while you were expecting it, the poor dears behind you weren’t.

The witch thing pops out and cackles loudly, saying one of her many phrases, and as soon as she does both Kili and Thorin freak out. And when I say freak out, I mean 'pulled out some small weapons they decided to bring and screaming’ freak out.

Luckily there is no one around at the moment, so you step between them and the witch and laugh nervously, “Put those away please. We’re gonna get kicked out if anyone sees you with those.”

They look between you and the electronic woman a few times before slowly putting their knives away and relaxing their stances.

“Thank you…”

“What is that?” Kili asks, glaring at the ugly jump-scare machine while you walk past it.

“It’s a halloween decoration designed to scare people. And it seems like it worked too.” You reply easily, looking back at them with a more mischievous smile.

Kili looks around slightly nervously and grumbles defensively, “I wasn’t that scared… Uncles screams are what startled me.”

“My screams? Kili, let’s not lie now, clearly you were horrified.” Thorin says disapprovingly, shaking his head.

“Aw, you guys are cute.” You purr jokingly, waltzing up to the kids costumes isle.

They stop arguing after that.

You browse through the messy shelves quietly for a little while, trying to find the best ones, when you see a doggie in the cutest ghost costume.

A squeal leaves your lips when you see the cutie pie and you cup your cheeks as an adoring expression comes onto your face.

Without hesitation you hop over to the owner and ask excitedly, “Where did you get that?”

The man with the dog looked up quickly upon hearing your excited yelp and when he saw your exuberant form he smiled too, “I bought it a week ago here. They’re near the back.”

His answer fills you with joy, and you continue to stare at his pupper for a moment before he says, “You can pet her if you want, she doesn’t bite.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice.

You kneel down right away and scratch behind her ears, and her tail begins to wag wildly at the attention.

It seems that she likes you just as much, because she takes a seat and leans into you when you scratch her all over like you do with your dogs. It’s at that moment when you begin to wonder if she’ll fit in your purse.

Before you can finish your calculations and plans on stealing this mans dog you hear someone clear their throat and you realize then that you forgot all about Thorin and Kili.

You turn your head and see the two of them standing there with amused expressions on their faces.

Upon realization that they’re watching you, and have been for a little while now, you jump to your feet and feel your face heat up. “I-If you make fun of me I’ll leave both of you here.” You threaten very unconvincingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kili starts to laugh but he doesn’t say anything about it, looking at his uncle who also releases a few chuckles of his own.

You glance back at the man and see that he’s looking at them, and you realize he probably thinks Kili’s short stature is a little odd.

“U-Uh, thanks for letting me pet your dog!” You say quickly, heading back over to the two of them with a blush on your cheeks.

You turn back to the shelves of costumes and the man and his dog walk away, and once their gone you glare at the two of them half heartedly. “You guys are total meanies.” There is faux bitterness in your voice when you speak as well, and it only brings more laughter from them.

“I only find it cute.” Kili states, smiling good naturedly before continuing, “Every time you see an animal you get very excited.”

“Cause I love animals.”

“Yes, we can tell.” Thorin muses, stepping up next to you to look at the spiderman mask in your hand.

You tap your foot against the ground a few times before putting the mask back.

A ghost costume for Bilbo; check.

That is all.

You literally don’t have anything for anyone else, and honestly you’re beginning to think that it’s impo-

And then another idea hits you.

Class of middle/high-schoolers in a fantasy club. It’s farfetched and barely believable, but most people won’t say anything about it out of fear of being offensive, so it’s perfect!

You don’t have to buy them costumes at all (minus Bilbo), all you need is stuff to make them look less like dwarves and more like children pretending to be dwarves.

It sounds easier than it actually is, but you think you can pull it off. All you need is some netting, makeup, wigs, and nose and scar wav and you’ll be set.

Once you get this idea you run away from the kids section with the ghost section and head toward the halloween makeup isle, seeking out the items mentioned previously without hesitation.

You find what you’re looking for in minutes, and once you’ve got everything you zoom to the checkout since you’re going to need to look up some tips on how to pull this off.

You’re so excited you nearly forget to make sure Kili and Thorin are still with you, but once you see them you smile in relief and pay for everything.

Once you’re all back in your car, Thorin asks, “I thought we were going to get masks?”

“Well, we were. But then I had an amazing idea consisting of pretending you’re all students or something who invested in really expensive dwarf costumes. It’s perfect, 'cause no one will ask and we’ll get lots of compliments.”

Thorin nods his head slowly and puts his belt on like you showed him, but before you go you turn and look at Kili expectantly.

The young dwarf doesn’t say anything at first, but when your staring consists he asks slowly, “What…?”

“Put on your seatbelt.”

There’s more silence until he puts it on, raising an expectant eyebrow at you, “Is that better?”

“Much.”

Kili: When we met yesterday, you stole something from me.

You: I’m sorry, I’ll give you your wallet back.

Kili:

You:

Kili: I was going to say you stole my heart-

200 Follower imagine thingymabob

So a little while ago I reached 200 followers and I opened a Q&A but I never got any questions so instead I am doing this. 

Of course you can still ask questions that’s still open. Information here

Alrightty I’m not exactly sure how to explain this but put ask into my askbox saying imagine so and so doing this or that okay

You can also request Headcanons

Nothing NSFW 

Triggering is semi okay but I may not be able to complete it

Crossovers are absolutely encouraged especially with Supernatural

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Garages and Gazes part 7 (Kili x f!reader)

After Kili left for work, you tried to get some work done but your mind kept straying back to the words he’d so easily offered. Soulmates. You turned the word over in your mind, contemplating what it meant to you. Every time you did, you thought of Kili’s soft smile when he said the words to you earlier and how those words tangled themselves through your nerves where they brought a warmth humming beneath your skin.

When another hour passed and your work still sat incomplete on your laptop screen, you sighed heavily and shut the device, giving up on concentration for the day.

Now that you were alone and all distractions gone, the doubts flitted through your mind like ghosts, barely noticeable, just out of sight, but altogether leaving an uneasy feeling in your chest. Could soulmates be real? Normally, any date mentioning so would have you running for the hills but somehow, coming from Kili, it sounded like a fairytale.

The mere thought of him pulled a soft smile to your face and you knew soulmate or not, you wanted to stay near the sunny man who your world was beginning to revolve around.

As if he knew where your thoughts strayed, your phone lit up with his name across the screen, making sure you were free for another karaoke date tonight.

You grinned before typing out a coy response.

(Y/N): It depends.

Kili: On what?

(Y/N): Do you mean at the pub or in my bedroom?

Kili: Dinner and singing at the pub first, dessert and encore in the bedroom after?

(Y/N): I am definitely free then. I’ll see you at 7?

Kili: I’ll be counting the minutes.

You giggled to yourself, glancing at the clock, whose hands seemed to have stopped altogether in your anticipation of seeing your favorite mechanic. Trying to will away the time left until your date, you tidied your apartment and did some laundry, making sure to change your sheets and fluff your pillows. When it was close enough to seven, you took a shower and got yourself ready for your date, your mind shuffling through possible karaoke songs for tonight.

Every few minutes you glanced back at your clock, your excitement building with each passing minute. You shook your head slightly, trying to will some sense into your mind; normally you would balk at the idea of magnitude and speed at which these feelings attacked you, but with Kili as the source, you revelled in the emotions wrapping themselves around your heart.

Finally, it was time to meet your favorite mechanic and you all but skipped to your car in joyous anticipation. Humming idly to yourself, you made your way through the little town you were quickly considering your home as drove toward Bofur’s pub.

You pulled in just as the sky darkened but your personal sun was beaming in the parking lot as he waited for you. Your heart did somersaults against your ribs as you took in his form leaning lithely against the railing. His arms sat crossed upon the thick expanse of his tight white t-shirt, his unzipped leather jacket matching the inky black of his jeans.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up as bright as his smile, knocking the breath from your chest as only Kili could. You parked haphazardly, desperate to be caught in the heat of your sun again. Kili must have felt the same because he made his way quickly toward your car and opened your door before you could pull the key from the ignition.

You hopped from the car and right into his arms, which tightened quickly around your waist.

“(Y/N)! I missed you!”

Your head tipped up to find his eyes, sparkling with truth. Before you could answer, he dipped down and slanted his lips against yours in a searing kiss. His motions had you leaning back against the car, the cool metal of the door against your back a stark contrast to the heat of his chest against yours.

When he pulled his mouth from yours, he dipped his forehead down gently against yours, his eyes alight with joy and adoration.

“I missed you too, Ki,” you whispered against him, urging his smile impossibly wider.

“Ready for our date tonight?”

You nodded, twisting your fingers into the dark strands against his shoulder.

“Are you gonna sing tonight, pretty girl?”

“Sing, scream, whatever you want, as long as you keep kissing me like that.”

He grinned before granting your wish, leaning his mouth against yours to kiss you breathless.

When you were close to seeing stars, he leaned back just enough to whisper against your lips. “I have a song for you tonight.”

You smiled at the sunshine standing wrapped in your arms. “I can’t wait.”

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Hi sunshines!

Which fic should be posted this weekend?

You Wake Up 21 (Embry Call)

Garages and Gazes 7 (Kili)

Disasters, Dates & D&D 4 (Steve Harrington)

Instructions in Intimacy 3 (yj Wally West)

Thanks lovelies!!

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Hi sunshines!

Which fic should be posted this weekend?

You Wake Up 21 (Embry Call)

Garages and Gazes 7 (Kili)

Disasters, Dates & D&D 4 (Steve Harrington)

Instructions in Intimacy 3 (yj Wally West)

Thanks lovelies!!

The Hobbit : Prompt

Kili x Reader

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: just that this gif literally KILLS me 

Request: “Hii can i request a kili x reader prompt with 129. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four”? Both crushing on each other and teasing each other and it ends with kili asking her out? Ignore this if you don’t like it, have a wonderful day ” Anon

A/N: Kili is always finding reasons to be around you - perhaps one day he’ll do something about it 

The cavern was stifling as innumerable fires roared. The rock of the walls was stained black with soot as coal and ash escaped the chimneys. Tunnels were dug upwards to the surface to relieve the smoke, but it was somehow still hazy within.

She was stoking her own furnace, prodding the coals turning white hot with the heat. Her hands were smeared with grease and coal dust, cracked from the dry smoke of the air. Her face was similarly stained, freckled with the salt of the earth.

Her hair was tied back in a thick braid, but it still frizzled with humidity and static. She had to blow a few wavy strands from her line of vision. She extracted a pair of iron pincers from her leather apron, moving into the fire to grab a cannister of molten lead.

It burned fire red and the contents redder still. She carefully turned to her station where a mold lay waiting.

She was just pouring the steaming metal when an interruption graced her concentration.

“Hello, (Y/N)!”

She jumped, spilling the lead on her tools. It rapidly cooled before she could do much about it.

“Agh!” she cried, thrusting her pincers to the side, “Kili!”

The princely dwarf stood before her, a sheepish grimace on his face, but the light of his eyes was mischievous.

“Thought I’d drop by and…”

“And destroy my project!” she yelled, “You know it has to be perfect if I have any hope of being promoted in my apprenticeship. Now I’ll have to make another order to the mines, which they’ll take out of my pay, which will…”

Kili went to grasp her shoulders, “Hey – hey, there’s no need to overwork yourself. You have steam coming out of your ears as it is.”

She shoved his hands away, “Why do you feel the need to interrupt my work at the most inconvenient times?”

“I’m actually here on an errand.”

She scoffed, tossing her mold into a rubbish pile. “Since when do you run errands?”

“Since I lost a bet to Fili. I was sent to fetch his newly crafted swords. It’s a shame I plan on losing one of them on my way back to the courtroom.”

(Y/N) went to wipe her hands on an already dirtied cloth, “Then you’ve got the wrong blacksmith. I don’t handle royal weaponry.”

“I know,” Kili said, “I just… I just thought I’d drop by and visit.”

“Unfortunately, you are most unwelcome,” she grumbled, bending her knees in a bow, “My prince.”

Kili gazed at her in silence, his fists tightening at his sides. “Do you need help with that?” He pointed towards the rubbish pile and splashes of cooled lead.

(Y/N) snorted, “I wouldn’t put you anywhere near these fires. You’ll singe your beard off.” She gestured to the new growth adorning his chin, “I see you’re trying to grow it out.”

“Yes, well – I think dwarven beards are rather impressive, don’t you? I’d like it long enough to braid a few…”

“Oh, but then you’d have to give up archery.”

Kili stopped short, “You think?”

She shrugged, pumping air into her furnace, the flames crackling and blazing. Her face was shiny with sweat.

“Scruff is better than full beards anyway,” she muttered, straining as she lugged fresh coal into the hearth.

Kili was watching her arms as she moved, “Why is that?” He was pulling on the ends of his scraggly beard.

Her voice was a whisper he could barely hear above the fires, “I like them more.”

His hand ran over his chin as he hummed, “Well, this has been a complete waste of time.” He nudged her iron pincers until they fell from the workstation, “Whoops. Sorry – I’ll see you later when I wish for the company of commoners.”

She grabbed a lump of coal from her bag and chucked it at the back of his head. He merely turned enough to flash her a knowing grin.

And she returned one.

It wasn’t many days after that Kili began wandering the blacksmith mines again. He had developed a talent for evading his royal duties, though they weren’t nearly the workload that his brother had.

Still, he’d rather pester a certain girl than learn battle stratagem and crop stores.

He found her at a grinding stone, sharpening a few throwing knives. She didn’t see him until something was thrown in her lap.

She removed her hands from the stone, picking up a small bundle of wildflowers. “Are these… flowers? Did you pick me some flowers?”

Kili looked anywhere but her, “I saw them growing among the weeds. I thought them ugly, which made me think you’d like them.”

“Yes, you must know…” she stood and went to pat his chest condescendingly, “I do like ugly things. Why do you think I still talk to you?”

The smirk fell from her face as she eyed his chin.

Kili scrunched his brow at her brightened gaze, “What is it?”

“You shaved,” she said, her hand raising to hover over his cheek, “Your beards gone.”

He almost held his breath to wait and see if she’d actually hold his cheek, “Fili reminded me again and again that it was barely a beard to begin with.”

(Y/N) backed away, still holding her flowers, “Why would you shave it?” She was looking at him suspiciously.

He picked at his chin, bemused, “Like you said – I would have to give up archery. The beard would get in the way every time I strung my bow.”

The smile on her face told she thought otherwise. “You on another errand?” She turned back to her workstation, laying the flowers down.

Kili was rather delighted she didn’t immediately throw them into her furnace.

“I was bored.”

“Training yard unavailable?” She piled a handful of the sharpened throwing knives.

Kili folded his arms, tugging on the straps of his arm braces, “No, Fili is using the dart boards and targets today. I don’t have my knives, so I can’t join.”

(Y/N) stood still, hands holding two of the knives. Her eyes fell to the insignia blazoned on the handles. It was the royal seal.

Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath through her nose.

“How did you get these to me?”

Kili laughed, “I just slipped them into your box.”

She sighed, putting a hand to her brow, “Kili, you know I’m not supposed to handle royal weaponry.”

“I trust you.”

“This could have me removed from my apprenticeship.”

“Hence why I didn’t put in a work order – I just put them into your box.”

(Y/N) put her hands on the table, eyeing him now with disdain, “You just wanted an excuse to see me.”

He raised his eyebrows, scoffing, “I just wanted my knives sharpened.”

“And of the hundreds of experienced blacksmiths in these mines – you couldn’t find a single one to help you?”

Kili frowned, “I’ll pay you handsomely for the work.”

“I don’t want your money.”

His face went clear, looking at her now with a bit more sincerity. “Come on, you need a new furnace. One that works with steam – that way you don’t have to waste time pumping air and adding coal.”

“My furnace works just fine.”

He sucked in his lips, face becoming hard again, “Well, I’ll be taking them now then.” He went to the table and fisted the lot of them.

She sniffed, still huffy, “Fine.” She turned to stare at her furnace, getting angrier as she saw it needed more coal and air.

Feeling the need to yell about it, she turned around only to find Kili was gone. In place of the throwing knives was a drawstring pouch.

(Y/N) rubbed at her nose, hands on her hips in defiance. But curiosity fueled her more than anger, making her pick up the leather pouch and pull it open. Within were more gold coins than she could earn in months of work.

Kili tried his best to stay away after that. They were both too stubborn for their own good. Though it was never (Y/N) looking for Kili.

It was always Kili looking for (Y/N), and he couldn’t stay away for long. Fili kept catching him daydreaming and sulking.

This time he was led on a major chase throughout the kingdom. She was no where to be seen in the blacksmith mines, supposedly because she was on her way to deliver a sword.

He traveled floor after floor, until he came across the entrance of the throne room. He had to do a double take to make sure he was seeing right.

Itlookedlike (Y/N)… but it didn’t look like (Y/N).

She was out of her leather apron and gloves, adorning a dwarven dress and corset. Her hair was silken and freshly woven in a few braids. Trinkets and gold bands were clasped in her hair and ears.

There wasn’t a speck of coal or a spot of grease on her. It was almost strange to see her so clean.

“(Y/N)?”

She was carrying a sword and sheath in her hands, almost dropping it when he startled her.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he laughed, jogging over to her, “Since when do you leave the blacksmith?”

“Since my boss asks me to deliver all of his creations for him.” She rolled her eyes. He smiled. “I just stand there while they talk about how great he is.”

Kili couldn’t stop his grinning, “You look amazing.”

Her eyes got very wide, “Are you making fun of me?”

He immediately started panicking, “No! No, it’s just… you look… different.”

She gave him an almost pitying look. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?”

Kili scratched at the back of his head, “Not until four.”

“What are you going to do until then?”

He kicked his boot into the ground, “Well, first I was going to find you.”

“Already did that, congratulations.”

“Then I was going to make sure you weren’t so mad at me that you’d never speak to me again.”

(Y/N) turned her face to him to see his eyes wide and innocent. It took her by surprise, so much so that her voice came out in a whisper, “I’m always mad at you.”

The brown of his eyes was shining.

“But never mad enough to never talk to you again.”

Kili cracked a relieved smile, “Thank Mahal.”

She gripped the sword sheath tighter. “Now that you’ve done that. What were you going to do next?”

“I… I was going to do something about this.” He pointed his finger between the two of them.

“Something about the two of us?” she laughed.

“Something about the fact that I can’t stand being more than a day away from you. That I’ve run out of excuses to come see you. That I can’t stop thinking about you night and day. And wondering if I’m insane to think you could ever feel the same way about me.”

He found that he had gotten incredibly close to her now. He could see the anxiety rising in her.

She was still whispering when she replied, “What are you going to do about it?”

Kili tilted his head to the side, trailing his eyes all over her face. “Have dinner with me.”

“What?” she was breathless.

“Have dinner with me.” His lips quirked in a smirk, but there was very real fear in his eyes.

She had to look away before that gaze scorched her. She contemplated for a few moments. Perhaps too long because Kili felt the need to ramble on.

“We could also just go back to how things were before. You go back to being a blacksmith and I’ll just go back to being lovesick and shutting up about it before…”

“Kili – I would love to have dinner.”

He bit his tongue. “You would?”

“Tonight? How long is your four o’ clock stupid appointment?”

He laughed, his eyes twinkling, “I could make dinner on time.” He bit at the inside of his cheek, “You really do look fantastic.”

“I’ll keep the dress for tonight,” she laughed.

~~~

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Updated List Of What I Write For In 2022

Please remember that I will automatically write X fem reader unless you state otherwise in your request. And I will write for any genre (there ain’t no limits here )

MASTERLIST

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FEAR & THE WALKING DEAD

• Rick Grimes
• Negan Smith
• Daryl Dixon
• Carl Grimes
• Troy Otto
• Nick Clark
• Michonne Grimes
• Enid Rhee
• Glenn Rhee
• Carol Peletier
• Maggie Rhee
• Alicia Clark
• Chris Manawa
• Alden

VIKINGS

• Ivar Lothbrok
• Ragnar Lothbrok
• Hvitserk Lothbrok
• Ubbe Lothbrok
• Bjorn Ironside
• Harald Finehair
• Alfred The Great
• Athelstan

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDERS

• Harry Potter
• Fred Weasley
• George Weasley
• Ron Weasley
• Hermione Granger
• DracoMalfoy
• Sirius Black (Marauders Era)
• James Potter (Marauders Era)
• Remus Lupin (Marauders Era)
• Regulus Black (Marauders Era)
• Bellatrix Lestrange (Marauders Era)
• Peter Pettigrew (Marauders Era)

HOBBIT/LORD OF THE RINGS

• Frodo Baggins
• Bilbo Baggins
• Legolas Greenleaf
• Thranduil
• Kili Durin
• Thorin Oakensheild
• Aragorn

THE WITCHER

• Gerald of Rivia
• Yennefer of Vengerberg
• Jaskier
• Eskel

STRANGER THINGS

• Billy Hargrove
• Steve Harrington
• Nancy Wheeler
• Jonathan Byers

anonymous asked: Can I request the reader and Kili having to talk about the fact that you’re human and won’t live nearly as long as him? :)
Written by: Anna
Pairing: Kili X OC
Notes: it’s kinda short, sorry about that, but I’ve been in a little bit of a writing slump, so hopefully cute, short little things like this will get me out of it!

You had been trying to avoid this for a while now, it was something that you never wanted to think about, but, as of lately, Kili had been increasingly persistent about it. So here you two were, sitting together in his room, neither of you wanting to actually start the conversation.

Kili cleared his throat as he started to twiddle his fingers, not meeting your gaze. “So… (y/n),” He began slowly, as if not entirely sure what to say.

“I know,” You said. “If we’re going to make this work we need to talk about it.”

He nodded almost solemnly, “It’s just, because you’re a human, you’re going to age faster than I am.”

You nodded in agreement, only wanting to pull the older dwarf into a hug at the moment and forget about this conversation as a whole, but you knew there was no way that was happening. “Well, you’re already older than me, so that’s good for us, but what does your age equate to in human years?” You inquired.

Kili gave a small shrug, looking up to meet your eyes. “I’m not really sure, dwarves normally live until we’re about 250 years old, well, that’s if we’re lucky, how long do humans live for?” He asked curiously, cocking his head to the side adorably.

250 years… that was much longer than you were ever going to live! “Well… One hundred years is considered lucky for a human, the average is about seventy five.” You mumbled.

The brown haired dwarf’s eyes widened as he furrowed his brow. “Seventy five?” He asked in disbelief. “That’s almost how old I am now…” The dwarf trailed off, turning his head down once more.

You gave a nod in agreement, “Yes, that’s my point. Kili, I love you, but I… I don’t know if this will work.” You choked, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

Kili immediately noticed, and he sprung up from where he was sitting, moving next to you to and pulling you into his warm embrace. “(y/n), I promise you, everything’s going to be alright, we’ll figure something out.” He soothed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest.

You pushed your head into his body, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his side. “I love you.” You sniffled, closing your eyes.

His lips pressed against the top of your head. “I love you too, Miz Duzkak.” Kili mumbled into your hair.

Kili pulled away from you, holding you by the shoulders to look into your eyes. “Maybe… maybe we could talk to Thorin, he might know something, or Balin, even.” He said hopefully.

You laughed lightly at his enthusiasm. “Yes, hopefully.” You agreed, a small smile gracing your face.

The dwarf grinned, apparently happy with your agreement. “But not now, right now, I just want to be with you.” He murmured and a second later, he was pulling you closer to him once more, right onto his lap.

You curled yourself up on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer to him. “Thank you, Kili.” You whispered.

Kili kissed your head once more, moving one large hand into your hair to tangle his finger in the strands. “Anything for you, Miz Duzkak.”

masterlist

you’d meet that evening your father Bilbo involutarily hosted a group of dwarves

the moment he saw you, he thought you were a drop dead gorgeous young woman.

It didn’t take long for him to realize you were his one

and like the confident dwarf he is, he immediately came up to you to make your acquaintance

It wasn’t difficult to figure out something was going on

his constant complements

his constant flirty remarks

so what you did was plain and simple

you kissed him

causing him to blush

and slightly feel embarrassed about the whole situation

from that point on you’d be courting

at night you’d be laying together, he’ll be laying on his back, and he’ll pull you close to his side, your head and hand laying on his chest

whenever you both had a moment to yourself he’d shower you with kisses

from time to time, they’d be passionate and heated kisses

though they weren’t restricted to private moments

kili would be all about pda, cause he loves to show people that you’re his

which is also he tends to get jealous a lot, not that you mind

jealous kili is hot af