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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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Forsaken: Chapter 13 (Thorin Oakenshield x OC)

Word Count: 2088

Warnings: None

Characters: Sisilla, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Gandalf, Beorn, mention of Azog, Lord Elrond.

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Summary: The Company had finally gone to sleep, but visions begin to plague Sisilla’s mind. With meeting Beorn and having to go to Mirkwood and take the Elven Road, the tides are starting to churn for Sisilla and Thorin for she may be the greatest asset for them if they are to encounter the elves of the Woodland Realm.

After the company congratulated Thorin and Sisílla in their new courtship, which many were surprised it didn’t happen sooner, everyone settled in for the evening knowing that the Skinchanger was out, protecting his home from Azog and his pack. But it all was for nothing for Sisílla. As she laid on her bedroll, Thorin next to her, she began to whimper in her sleep quietly. Her head was lolling from side to side. Her words, although slurred, were Quenya. The ancient Elvish tongue. Thorin stirred from his sleep as he heard her speak in the Elvish language and looked over to see her in a cold sweat and her eyes clamped shut. Sitting up, he reached over to her only for her to thrash in his arms and let out a scream. Startling the company awake, everyone saw Sisílla struggle against Thorin which made everyone jump and try to help them both. But as everyone was out to help, Gandalf bellowed.

“Do not touch her!” His voice booming like thunder.

Everyone, including Thorin backed away from Sisílla as Gandalf came close to her and rested a hand on her forehead. Muttering under his breath, Sisílla slowly calmed and then jolted awake. Gasping for air as if she came out of the water.

“THORIN!” She called out in a panic.

Gandalf furrowed his brow and glanced over at the said Dwarf, nodding in approval for him to approach her. Taking only a few steps, Thorin was at her side and grasping her small and clammy hand in his own.

“Ghivashel, I’m here.” He reassured her as he brushed away the stray hairs that clung to her forehead.

All she could do was follow the length of his arm and finally hook around his neck to hold him close. Her free hand feeling across his face and lips for any evidence of injury. Everyone could only watch her as she was comforted by Thorin and whispering in Khuzdul that she was safe and well. Bilbo was heartbroken and confused at what was before him, but when he looked up to Gandalf, he noticed the wizard had a concerning look in his eyes even though he was trying to be calm. As everyone calmed down and went back to sleep, Thorin kept a close eye on his beloved as she finally fell back to sleep. Gandalf had watched the two, specifically Sisílla as she finally eased into a much needed sleep. Bilbo had made his way over to the wizard and followed his line of sight to Sisílla’s sleeping form.

“Is she going to be alright?” Bilbo asked, worry etched onto his features. He had grown fond of her, and she with him as they had many great conversations about where they lived, reading many books, and small adventures they had before following the great Thorin Oakenshield.

Gandalf snapped out of his many thoughts and looked down at the hobbit and flashed a warm smile, or as warm as he could muster. “She will be just fine, Bilbo. Now, get some rest. We have a long journey still ahead of us.”

With a slight nod, he began to head to his bedroll. But not before glancing over his shoulder and watching Thorin be so attentive to Sisílla. This was probably something Bilbo would have seen if Thorin was engaged… or courting. It was a nice change to see him like that. As he felt Gandalf staring at him, Bilbo wished him a good night and finally went to his bedroll.  As Gandalf nodded at Bilbo, he turned his gaze back to Sisílla. Sleeping soundly and Thorin relaxed and with his eyes closed, Gandalf couldn’t help but wonder.

What did she see?

~Rivendell, 8 months ago~

“Are you absolutely sure that she will be safe?” Lord Elrond asked right after the White Councils meeting. 

Gandalf huffed, unsure how to answer his good friend. Of course she was, she had the Company of Thorin Oakenshield. Though, he hadn’t the slightest idea how well it would be taken for a woman such as herself to be in the midst of this treacherous journey. And with dwarves already being secretive and stubborn. Who knows how they would react. Especially Thorin! But she also had insight of what is yet to come, and she had such confidence in the young king. But could it be the infatuation that was blinding her deepest thoughts? It was most uncertain and he couldn’t give a direct answer for Lord Elrond or to himself.

The Elven Lord seemed to have had his answer, loud and clear. “Then it is settled, she stays in Rivendell.”

“My lord…”

“I cannot risk the life of her just so she can succumb to what her heart desires.” Lord Elrond started. “Gandalf, you know as well as I that the budding romance that she and Thorin has begun between them will never work. Not with her celibacy and her duties as the Oracle.”

“She knows of this as well. It is simply too risky for her to travel with the likes of Oakenshield. If anything was to happen to her, either it be from the Dragon, Azog, or worse. Then the fate of Middle-Earth may be in jeopardy.”

“I swear to you, no harm will come to Lady Sisílla. She is in the safest hands, if not within the company, then most certainly with myself.” Gandalf reasoned, although it was far out there.

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He knew it was a far cry to have her come, but Gandalf knew as well as her that she was destined to be at and in Erebor. Her place was there for however long. With a low and quiet sigh, he muddled over to his bedroll and carefully made himself comfortable before scanning across the large room. Counting each dwarf, then Bilbo, and then Sisílla. With validation that she was well tended to, the gray wizard soon drifted to sleep along with the others.

As morning came and unlikely introductions to their host, Beorn, the entire Company quietly gathered around the enormous large table to have breakfast and discuss where they were going to the Skinchanger. As he had asked about where they were heading off to and Gandalf being direct but also discreet, Beorn couldn’t help but wonder why a woman such as her standards were in a company of dwarves. Thorin, who had leaned against the enormous beam near Sisílla and Fíli glanced to Beorn and then to Sisílla.

“If I may ask why a woman such as she, in the presence of dwarves?” The Skinchanger asked with curiosity.

As Thorin straightened himself to defend Sisílla, she tilted her head in Beorn’s direction. “To help not only reclaim what was stolen from them, but to also help what is yet to come.”

Her words were something that caught everyone off guard. Especially Gandalf, and most definitely Thorin’s. Was there something that was yet to come and she had seen the outcome? What was it? Now they had more to worry about.

As they finally gained the assistance of Beorn to use his horses and ponies to ride to the Edge of Mirkwood. Sisílla and Gandalf spoke to Beorn in private, something Thorin, although against not being by her side, understood the reason. Eventually she would tell him. He hoped. With word of the Necromancer in Dol Guldur along with the orcs growing more and more with each passing moment, Sisílla shuddered and closed her eyes as Gandalf and Beorn continued. The vision she had was still fresh in her memory and the taste of death as raw as reality. Caught up with what her vision was, she was taken back to the present moment when she felt a rather large hand on her shoulder.

“What do you see, Sisílla? Seer of Middle-Earth?” The Skinchanger asked.

Gulping, Sisílla laid her tiny hands, compared to Beorn’s stature, on his forearms for support. “I see death… but life as well. It is too far off to give a clear answer. I am sorry.”

With a gentle grunt, Beorn guided her hands to Gandalf’s carefully. “You must go, while you still have the light." 

And if on cue, the howls of wargs rang across the treetops. Sisílla rode with Gandalf as they and the Company galloped to the edges of Mirkwood. Her visions came back as they drew closer. A different vision, of cinders and fire destroying people. Sudden cold and wet feeling. And a pair of arms holding her to keep her warm. It wasn’t clear who it was, or where they were. She had more questions than answers once again. The last time was when she had her first dreams of Thorin. But now another man? Of Men!? Or was it an elf? The vision was in its infancy and she hated those types when things are not clear, but evident that it was important for her and the person she was to meet. Whoever it was, she had to clear her thoughts as they were getting closer to Mirkwood.

As the forest’s edge became visible, the company slowed to a halt and dismounted the horse and ponies. Thorin made his way to Sisílla who was looking out to the vast lands that they had just traveled and looked up at her. Her usual calm demeanor all but lost as her brows were knitted and her eyes looking so focused than he has ever seen them. Her hair windswept from the ride as some loose hairs fell out of her braid that he had worked on first thing in the morning. His crystal blue eyes followed down her arm to her hand where he could see that she was doing her best not to clench them.  How he longed to know what she saw in the visions, just to share the burden with her so she wouldn’t have to be the only one to see what is yet to come. Was it maybe to gain some leverage on his enemies and maybe his own kingdom? Possibly. But to know that Sisílla was the only person across this land to have such a duty to all, he wanted her to be at ease and not be plagued by the visions.

Sliding his hand into her smaller one, Thorin could see how she visibly relaxed and smiled a smile of relief. He would never grow old of her smile which also placed in a sense of ease for the time being. But as soon as Bilbo commented on how the woods looked sick, Gandalf stated that he had other business elsewhere. Everyone was in shock, especially Sisílla for she knew who awaited for them in those woods. As Gandalf was about to gallop away on his horse, he looked over to Sisílla as she was now their guide and saving grace if anything was to happen.

“My lady, you must help them. Do not lose the path.” Gandalf informed.

Craning her head up, she furrowed her brows and looked as though she was panicking, and she was. Never had she guided anyone, it was someone guiding her. And to lead a group of dwarves, it was hard enough as it is just traveling.

“I can’t. You know that it’s redundant to have the blind leading the sighted.” She exclaimed.

“My lady, you will be their greatest asset if you are to meet with the elves.” He explained, knowing of her reputation among the elven kingdoms. 

Lowering her head, she nodded and turned her head to where Thorin stood only to feel him squeeze her hand for reassurance. Gandalf knew she was not confident being on her own for being a diplomatic figure alone. But, he needed to make sure that Thorin and his short temper wouldn’t lead them to their doom. As Gandalf left, Thorin looked over to his men as they heard about Sisílla’s new role in guiding them along the Elven Road. Kneeling down, Sisílla unlaced her boots one by one and slid her socks off before placing her bare feet to the earth. Thorin slid her boots into her rucksack before guiding her to the stone flag path that was the Elven Road. Feeling the cold stone under her feet, she leaned down and touched the stone with her finger tips before looking straight ahead and standing upright.

“This way, and stay close. These woods are no longer safe.” She explained. ‘We are not alone…’

And off the company ventured into the depths of Mirkwood.

Chapter 12

Master List

Chapter 14

Word Count: 3530
Warnings: Fluff, Thorin (He is a warning you haters XD)
Summary: After being chased out by orc packs day in and day out, and now a skinchanger on their tail. Gandalf sends the Company to the house of Beorn. Meanwhile, Thorin finally makes the decision to take the next step with Sisilla. One that he is afraid of hearing the answer in all honesty.

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A year into this journey to reclaim Erebor and it had already been many close calls, strength in friendship and comradery. And with Sisílla, it brought a new sense of adventure and challenges for Thorin. Balin was the first to really take interest with his king and his actions with the young woman. His constant hovering when it was nightfall, making sure she had at least two helpings of food and plenty of water, his blanket wrapped around her when everyone was asleep. Especially when it came to training, he made sure she was perfect, yet elegant. Never did Thorin harshly scold her, but gave her pointers and carefully touched her to make sure her stances were strong.

But what made Balin know that Thorin fancied the young lady was after a skirmish with a small Orc pack. Everyone was holding their own and Sisílla was fighting alongside Gandalf and Thorin. But something swept her off her feet, causing her to sprain her ankle. Thorin heard her cry and was able to ward off an orc and the warg it was riding. He immediately ordered those who were close to them to close ranks to protect her with Thorin staying the closest to her. After successfully defeating the orcs and wargs and finding a cave to hunker in for the night, Oín had tended to Sisílla’s injured ankle which was a minor sprain and some herbal tea would help her heal just fine. Thorin had bestowed one of his daggers to her and was able to pass it off as another way to protect herself, when in reality, it was a gift.

Thorin couldn’t fathom the thought of keeping his courting a secret from her. But it also made either easier at the same time. He was conflicted deeply, but he never wanted the thought of being turned away. They were meant to be, she had spoken about her dreams. Though not in great detail, he knew it was he she was dreaming of. But as they traveled farther, the less he could continue his traditional courting and had to make sure she was safe. As they traveled through gorges, Bilbo was sent to scout the area before them as it was an early morning. Thorin , Gandalf, Sisílla and the rest of the company awaited at the bottom as Orc packs were close by. Sisílla had a vision that they were not far and had awoken Thorin about it hence why the sun had barely kissed the sky with its warm rays. Sisílla had stuck close to Thorin, much to his pleasure, as they awaited for Bilbo to come back down.

Sisílla felt a hard chill run down her spine as something was coming to pass. Grasping Thorin’s shoulder, he glanced up to see her brows knitted tight as she looked distressed. Although he was concerned for his men, Sisílla was his top priority.

“What is it?” He asked, his voice low to not gain any attention from the others.

She shook her head, clearing her mind of the fog that was creeping from the depths of her consciousness. “I’m not sure. We mustn’t fall behind.”

“You are not well, my lady.” He chastised.

“I’m alright. Honest. If anything more happens, I promise to rest if need be.” She reassured, her silver gray eyes gazing past Thorin.

Although he was worried for her well-being, he knew that she was determined. With a slight nod, he grasped her hand in his own and quickly pressed his forehead against her own.

“Stay by my side.” Thorin said quickly, but softly.

He never wanted to sound desperate or beg, but his heart thundered in his chest for her safety. As they caught up with the rest of the company, they all met up with Bilbo who was looking as if he had seen a ghost, or a monster that was far more treacherous than the Dragon that they were aiming to slay.

“We have to leave.” Bilbo huffed.

“Were you seen?” Gandalf asked, worried that the hobbit may have been spotted by Azog.

Shaking his head, Bilbo confirmed that he was well hidden and bringing much relief to the company. But as Gandalf began to praise Bilbo of his quick and quiet scouting and being burglar material.

“No, no! I am trying to tell you. There is something out there.” The hobbit explained.

Gandalf’s cheery mood turned serious as he believed in the hobbit. “What form did it take? Like a bear?”

Everyone looked at Gandalf, as if he knew. And when Bilbo confirmed the wizards assumption, everyone began to try and think of a way to get away from this beast and the pack of orcs which were not far from them and the Company. Thorin grasped Sisílla’s hand tighter just in case they were needing to run. He could feel her pulse jump against his hand which only made him pull her closer to his side.

“There is a house, not far from here. Where we could take refuge.” Gandalf spoke, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Whose house? Are they friend or foe?” Thorin asked, already tired of these games and frustrated at their predicament.

“Neither. He will either help us… or kill us.” The wizard explained and casted his gaze to Sisílla who’s brows furrowed at his words.

Gandalf could only hope that their host would spare her life.

Thorin wasn’t going to take that chance, not for Sisílla, and most certainly not for his companions. “What choice do we have!?”

As if on cue, a large growl like howl rang through the twilight morning air making everyone but Gandalf jump and try to look around for the source of the sound. It wasn’t long until they were running down to the valleys and forest below. Gandalf led the way, the company in tow and Sisílla staying in the middle of everyone. Fíli and Kíli were constantly flanking her, nudging and guiding her as they ran for shelter. Thorin had made rounds, running alongside his fellow men to make sure no one was being left behind. Suddenly, Sisílla had tripped on an upturned root, causing her to fall and roll down a steep slope which had several of the dwarves chasing after her, checking her over before getting her back to her feet. Dwalin and Bofur, and Dori behind her, were guiding her as they finally got out of the cover of the forest and out into the open fields to where a house awaited them.

Thorin had finally caught up with Sisílla and grasped her hand, now dragging her to safety as the rest of the company took charge. Getting closer and closer, the sound of a large and monstrous creature made everyone scramble to get the doors opened.

“Open the door!” Gandalf ordered as he came running in last.

Thorin looked behind him and saw the beast and pushed Sisílla behind him, Orcist in hand and getting her to the door first. He unlatched the doors where everyone rushed in. Sisílla ran a few steps away so everyone could file in before spinning on her heels and unsheathing her sword and dagger. The sound of the beast snarling and growling hit her ears, causing her to shudder where she stood as the Company worked together to get the door closed. Her heart was pounding in her head, causing her to get slightly dizzy from the adrenaline and fear coursing through her veins that she failed to hear that the beast was Beorn, the Skinchanger and their host. Though the Company were fearful that this Beorn would find a way to kill them, they all took advantage to collect themselves, recover and rest. Sisílla had sheathed her sword and dagger and walked over to Gandalf who was looking out to the yard where the great door still stayed open to the large field that they had just ran across not too long ago.

As she felt the wall from her outstretched hand, she leaned her back against the wall and let out an exhausted sigh. “What are we to do now? You know that we are close to darkness that even I cannot foresee.”

With his pipe out, he let out an approving and low hum before igniting the pipeweed and taking a few short puffs to start the slow burning.  “We need safe passage through Mirkwood. To take the Elven road for safe passage.”

“Is it the only way? Couldn’t we take them down to the outskirts of Rohan and follow up river to-”

“My lady, we don’t have much time. Durin’s Day is only a week away, at best.” Gandalf interrupted.

Her eyes, though unfocused, casted down to the hay covered floor below. Time was short, and to see that they were nowhere close to the mountain meant that the prophecy was going to fail. Gandalf seemed to have taken notice at her sudden sullen appearance. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a warm smile that even she couldn’t help but return one, albeit a smaller version. 

“We will make it, my lady. Now, rest up and have something to eat. We are safe for the night.” He said before waving Bilbo over.

“Is everything alright?” The hobbit asked as he made his way over to them.

Sisílla reached over to him and felt his small hand guide her hand to his shoulder. “Could you walk me back to the others, please?”

“Of course, right this way.” Bilbo piped as he was very careful in explaining every little detail of where she was walking.

It didn’t take much until both Bilbo and Sisílla were discussing crocheting and their favorite pastime. Reading. Everyone made rounds to check on the perimeter in and around the home before they could settle for the day. Thorin, of course, made sure that Sisílla was well, hydrated and given the first serving before everyone else. As the sun began to set over the trees, most of the Company were in good spirits. Although quiet, they felt more secure than being out in the wilderness for the moment. They were singing an old shanty in Khuzdul, the dwarven language, and dancing with Sisílla. For a blind girl, she followed with such grace and elegance. Barefoot and feeling the thump, thump, thump of her companions stomping a beat to the soft hay covered floor, it was a merry time for everyone. Thorin, sitting with Balin and Gandalf, watched with a small smirk as she danced with laughter and song filling the air. How her hair, once in a tight braid, now free from its binds and flowing like liquid silver and starlight. Her sight less eyes gleaming with joy, and a smile that took his breath away each and every moment. Balin smiled at the young king, almost proud like a father would be with his son, that Thorin had finally met his One and had her with him during the journey.

As the Company finally let Sisílla rest and laughed at how Nori looked like “a flapping trout out of the creek,” Thorin rose from his spot, his pipe nestled between his lips as he grabbed his water skin and walked over to Sisílla who was sitting on a large pile of hay. As he made his way over to her, he knew that it had to be tonight for another moment of real relaxation and not fearing of orc packs was becoming much more scarce. As he approached her, he cleared his throat causing Sisílla to smile and turn her head to face his general direction.

“My king… why aren’t you enjoying these festivities?” She asked, reaching out instinctively to grab his arm or hand.

Clever girl she was, always ready to be on the move and her head figuratively on a swivel. Thorin smiled a little wider before guiding her hand to his water skin. “I am.” He said. “But you looked parched from the dancing. I must say, you have my utmost respect for your grace and light feet.”

A bright blush blossomed to her already flushed cheeks as she grasped the skin and plucked the cap off before taking a couple sips of water. And she had noticed since then. His compliments, how he was making sure she was cared for and tended to, made sure she had privacy monthly and when they all had a chance to properly bathe. Wherever she was, he was close by. Like a shadow to the naked eye, but for her like a shield that she couldn’t go without. He was her oaken shield. The names that he called her. Ghivashel, badgûna, and his favorite when they were alone at night when everyone was asleep but them, amrâlimê. She had asked him many times what they meant only to receive gentle reassurance that they are nothing ill-will towards her. But high praises.

Thorin couldn’t help but be marveled by her innocence and beauty once again, being captivated in her eyes and smile. But both seemed to have jumped slightly as the company howled with laughter after Bofur and Kíli had apparently played a joke on Dori. Clearing his throat once again, he leaned close to her and whispered as he didn’t want any prying ears to listen to them.

“May I take you for a stroll? I have not kept my end of our promise.” He asked and pulled away to see her smiling brightly.

Raising her hand to him, Thorin happily helped her to her feet and escorted her to the gardens that encircled the rather large house that they took refuge in. The sun had all but set and the beautiful hues of blues and violets danced with the twinkling stars in the night sky. The cool air was a relief compared to the warmth inside, and the sounds of the crickets and distant woodland creatures was peaceful compared to wargs and the bear-like beast. Thorin began to explain the land to Sisílla before seating her on a small stump. He stood beside her, facing the beautiful moon that hung low in the sky. Tonight had to be perfect for this moment. As quietly as he could, he slipped his hand into his coat to retrieve something that he made when he was a young lad and could swing a hammer in the forge. Feeling the cold little piece of metal and grasping it snug in his palm, Thorin took a deep breath to calm his nerves and his speeding heart. As he opened his mouth to speak, Sisílla spoke.

“May I ask you something, Thorin?”

“Anything, milady.” He responded. “What troubles you?”

“These names you give me, I never hear you speak about them to your nephews, nor your men.” Sisílla started.

With a thick gulp, Thorin felt like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar when he was a pebble. But she continued.

“I know that they mean a type of endearment. I heard them before we met in my dreams. Amrâlimê, you have called me that name time and time again. And I want to know what it means.” She stated. Although her voice was steady and even, he knew that she was frustrated. And rightfully so.

With a gentle sigh, Thorin nodded and took a breath. This was much more difficult than he anticipated. But he had to.

“It means ‘my love.’ A very sacred endearment amongst my people towards our One. Our soulmate. Someone that I… I have met ever since stepping into Rivendell and even before that.” Thorin stated.

“Thorin…”

“Please, my lady.” Thorin exhaled. “For many years, I have never thought that I, myself… would ever find my One. But I was deeply mistaken. Mahal, I believed, cursed me with many dreams of a woman in silver and white. Not of any dwarven kingdom, but of men. I knew she could never see me, but with her breathtaking smile and her eyes far more precious than the White Gems of Lasgalen, I was taken. Mahal blessed me, night after night, dreams of my badgûna. Showing me a little more of her. And soon I found out, it was you.”

“I knew it, I could feel not only in my bones, but my heart. No other woman has ever set my heart ablaze when I saw you descending those stairs back in Rivendell. I never knew that I would have fallen for such a deity. An Oracle. And when we had to leave, I wanted you to come. Be selfish and take you to Erebor. But I was fearful that you would be taken or harmed in a way I could never protect you from. And now… You’re here. A brave warrior, a woman that I have grown the most respect for. One that I want to grow old with and a woman who has captivated me, mind, heart, and soul. And so, I wish…”

Thorin froze, looking at her and locking her eyes with his. The bead in hand, in his clammy hand. He shook his head to shake off the nerves and fear of rejection. What will happen, will happen. Reaching out, Thorin grasped her hand in his and brought it to his lips where he left a soft and warm kiss. A soft gasp emitted from Sisílla which made Thorin glance through his lashes to see a pretty blush dusting her cheeks and a shy smile adorning her lips. Guiding her hand, Thorin pressed her palm to his bearded cheek and leaned down to rest his forehead against her own; resting a hand on her soft cheek and embracing this tender and intimate moment. Sisílla’s eyes fluttered closed and her smile grew wider with glee.

“Will you accept me for who I am and allow me to court you, my lady?” Thorin asked, almost in a whisper as if his words would be taken by a breeze and spread across the land.

Nodding her head, Sisílla smiled. “It would be my honor, my king.”

If only she could see how bright and big his smile was. He knew she could feel his cheeks shifting from his smile, but he wanted for her to see his smile. But his thoughts were cut short when he felt her lips press lightly on his cheek. It was the first time she showed affection to him, at least this intimate. And it made his own heart soar. Leaning closer, he brushed his nose across her cheekbone before pressing a soft kiss to her own cheek and pulled away to smile down at her. Sisílla smiled back and giggled before following the length of his arm down to his hands where he captured and held them snug in his larger ones. 

“What now?” She asked, a little lost as she had never been courted and knew of only the courting rituals of Elven culture.

“Now, if you would allow, may I braid my courting brain and bead?” He asked.

With a small nod from her, Thorin smiled and sat next to her on the small stump and ran his fingers through her silvery white hair. It was like fine silk threads between his calloused fingers, something he was going to treasure greatly. His fingers parted a few sections of hair and he began the braid. Silence and patience, Throin was nimble but steady with his braid. He knew that the Company would know. They all probably know that they are missing. But it didn’t matter, he was with his One and fulfilling a great task to court the Oracle and his one love. As he came to the end of her hair where he could no longer braid, he slid the bead on and anchored it in place before laying her braid over her shoulder.

Sisílla instantly ran her fingers across the plaited hair and could feel the intricate four stranded braid and at the end, a small but intricate bead holding it in place. His fingers carded through her soft strands once more, making her lean into his touch and hum in such content. Thorin smiled broadly and leaned over to press a kiss to her temple gently before standing and gently helping her to her feet. Looping her arm with his, they strolled through the garden side by side with such euphoria and a new found love. As they made their way around, Dwalin shimmied from his perch near one of the small windows and was grinning from ear to ear. Making his way back to the others, Bofur was the first to rush to the old dwarf.

“What is it? Did they make it official?!” The dwarf asked.

Balin nodded a firm nod. “Aye, Thorin has his One, and his future Queen.”

The entire company roared with joy and celebration. So much so that Thorin and Sisílla stopped their stroll and looked towards the house. Tilting her head to try and listen with no avail, Thorin chuckled as he knew that his men found out. With reassurance that it was nothing serious and to be merry, both Thorin and Sisílla walked in only to be congratulated by everyone of the courtship.

Chapter 11
Master List
Chapter 13

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.”

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Thorin wasn’t sure what to say. His jaw clamped shut as his eyes went downcast. He felt awkward and exposed and vulnerable. Change was hard, just as it was terrifying, and he didn’t feel quite as authoritative as he normally did. There were no furs to protect him, no mass amount of layers to make him feel armed, but if this was what it took to blend in for a night on the town…then so be it. He’d be back in that fur-lined coat of his before the night was over.

“Do the buttons on the vest offend you? If you glare at them any harder, they might just pop off.” Bilbo asked, approaching cautiously and swatting Thorin’s hands away to finish out the buttons.

“I feel like I belong in a fucking circus.”

Thorin was more of the ringmaster of this particular circus, but Bilbo kept his mouth shut on that one. Low-hanging fruit like that wasn’t nearly as fun to grab a hold of when it came to sassy commentary. “Well, I’ll say it again. I think you look nice.” The words came out far quicker than he anticipated, but there was a strong level of truth to them.

Raising his eyes and finishing off the last button, Bilbo aimlessly was plucking at the dress shirt. “Besides, you might feel better once you have it paired with something to go over the top? I know how much you pride yourself in that big ridiculous coat you wear.”

“It’s not ridiculous.”

“It is, but you wear it like armor. It makes you feel safe, I understand that. Though I can assure you, there are no dangers here.” At least not any immediate dangers by Bilbo’s standards. “There, now you look like you’re ready to hit the town.” The buttons were all fastened, the dress shirt no longer was awkwardly tucked in places around the neck of that vest, and Thorin looked rather sheepish beneath Bilbo’s gaze. Odd as it was to see such a look, Bilbo admired it greatly, even if it did nothing for his blossoming feelings towards one grumpy nut.

glumshoe:

appreciation post for characters who can say “at your service” in a tone of voice that suggests they will gleefully do anything within their power to cause problems for you on purpose

every dwarf showing up at bilbo’s door

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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