Summary: Seralas secret is out, and a decision is made to reveal to Fili just who she truly is. The encounter leaving more questions than answers for the oldest Durin, and what this could mean for his family.
Serala quickly removed herself from Fili as she ran into her bathroom slamming the door behind her. Her back pressed against it as she glanced in the mirror, her eyes shining a bright gold. Swallowing her head fell back against the wood as she ground her teeth together. She should have been smarter, making sure to calm herself first. A knock sounded on the other side, her ears picking up Fili’s steady heartbeat. “Serala? Are you okay? Talk to me please.” Closing her eyes, she turned pressing her forehead against the cool surface of the door. “Fili I… I don’t think I can, there is a lot of stuff you don’t know about me. Stuff that isn’t normal.” It was silent for a few moments before his soft buttery voice spoke, “try me amrâlimê.” Serala sighed as she closed her eyes, his words calming her down significantly. Her hand gripped the doorknob as she gently opened the barrier between them. Serala looked up at him her once golden eyes now a soft brown, Fili stepped towards her his hand caressing her cheek. His hand was warm, and she leaned into it a small hum leaving her. “You can trust me Sera, please tell me.” She nodded as she gently wrapped her hand around his wrist tugging him towards the bed they just shared. She sat down grabbing her discarded shirt slipping it over her head, as she wrapped the blanket around the rest of her body. “Have you ever heard the legend of the Loup garou?” Fili tugged his boxers on before taking a seat beside her slowly nodding, “Thorin used to tell Kili and I tales about the Loup garou. It’s a werewolf legend, right?”
“In a sense yes, how does Thorin know the legend?”
“Just a legend he would tell us to scare us into listening to our mother.” Fili winced mentally for responding so quickly. He hoped she would buy it, at least for now.
Serala sighed before deciding to continue her explanation. “There is some truth behind it Fi. My family comes from an extensive line of Loup garou lineage.”
“So, your ancestors had the ability to shift into a werewolf?”
“Yes. Nothing like what you see in the movies or what’s described in books either. In our true form we look like an average wolf.” Fili licked his lips and looked towards the bedroom wall, taking in Seralas words. His uncle had occasionally discussed the legends with him. Claiming that the Loup garou had defended the line of Durin for centuries even fighting beside them in battle. “Fi?” Filis eyes darted back to her as she sat there staring at him. “How many of your kind still exist?”
“Honestly, I’m not even sure. I just know in my father’s pack there are around twenty, not including my brother and I.” Licking her lips she reached over taking his hand in hers, “I want to show you who I truly am Fi. Something I’ve never shown anyone before.” Fili nodded his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze. “Get dressed and meet me out on the deck.” Serala stood not bothering to put anything else on as she opened the back door and stepped into the cool night air. She placed her hands on the wooden railing as she waited for Fili, her mind racing. Never had she told anyone about her secret, let alone show someone her wolf form. As Seralas mind ran rampant with all sorts of dark thoughts Fili stepped out to join her, “are you sure you want to do this Sera, if you aren’t comfortable you don’t have to.” Staring at him she felt the same calmness that she felt in her bathroom wash over her, her thoughts no longer mattered. She wanted to do this, wanted him to truly see her. “I’m sure Fi, come on.” Taking his hand, she gently tugged him down the steps towards the forest that lay behind her home. Once far enough into the darkness and trees she released her grip on him. “Wait here. No matter what you feel when you see me, don’t run. I only have so much control.” Fili wondered what she had meant by that as he watched her walk towards one of the larger trees in front of them, watching as she removed the shirt she wore. Suddenly she disappeared behind the large trunk, and for several seconds Fili held his breath wondering if he should have followed. Just as his feet went to move, he heard the soft sounds of movement. A beautiful white wolf stepped out from behind the tree, golden eyes shining at him the moonlight making its fur look almost like snow.
The wolf stopped keeping some distance between itself and Fili, and he tried to control the desire to walk over and run his hand through its fur. “Serala?” Its ears shifted forward watching him. Fili decided to act against his better judgement as he slowly began to move forward taking four steps, the wolf lowering its head eyes watching him closely. “I’m not going to hurt you, Sera.” Fili crouched low his hand extended towards her as he swallowed. He wasn’t sure if she would smell him or attack, but he remained calm gauging the situation. He knew if Serala remembered she would be angry he hadn’t headed her warning of not moving, risking her losing control and him being injured. Yet he didn’t feel that she would harm him in her wolf form, he knew she recognized him, his scent. Slowly she stepped forward closing the short distance between them, her nose barely brushing against his hand as she sniffed.
A short whine came from her as a pink tongue darted out to lick Fili’s warm skin. He smiled as he brushed his hand over the short fur on her muzzle then moving to scratch under her chin, watching her eyes close accepting the scratches he provided. Suddenly her head snapped to the side ears perking up, as a low growl sounded from deep within her throat. Fili pulled his hand back as he watched her dart into the dark forest leaving him alone. Looking up her stared at the moon and wondered if Serala would come back, a sharp howl cutting through his thoughts. Taking one last look into the darkness he turned on his heal heading back towards her home millions of questions swirling around in his mind. He knew he would need to talk to Thorin, find out more about the Loup garou legend and what this discovery would mean for them. For now, though, he would wait for her to return no matter how long it took.
I know this chapter is a tad shorter than others, but I was utterly inspired at 3am so I decided to write up a chapter. I’m super happy and excited about where this story is going, and I look forward to writing chapter 5. Again thank you all so much for your support and love it means the world to me!
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Summary: When Fili comes to spend time with Serala she starts to realize just how much of an impact he truly has on her. Her desires bubbling up inside of her, and her inner wolf wanting out to play. The night slowly turns into one of passion and words spoken through touch, and a secret is revealed.
The rest of the work day passed by without a hitch. Kili returning wanting to know what had happened between Serala and Fili. However, Serala had kept her mouth shut; not entirely sure she had wanted Kili to know his brother was coming over to her place, in utter fear he’d have given her crap for it. Upon her return home she had decided a quick shower was in order, her mind instantly wondering to Fili’s lips on her cheek. It wasn’t that she expected anything to happen but if it did, she wouldn’t necessarily complain about it. Once she finished, she put on fresher clothes and checked herself over in the vanity mirror. She gently ran her fingers through her dark hair as she chewed her lip nervously, her thoughts running rampant. The doorbell rang causing her head to snap towards her bedroom door. Fili was here and now she wasn’t sure if having him over was such a clever idea. Serala made her way out of the room making her way down the short hallway. Reaching the front door her hand held the knob, drawing in a deep breath she turned it and pulled it open. Fili stood there, a bag in one hand and a pizza in the other a smile on his perfectly made face. “Hey, you made it.”
Fili smiled his dimples caressing his cheeks, “of course I did. I wouldn’t miss this for the world Sera.” She stepped aside allowing him into her home, watching as he headed straight for the kitchen. Serala quickly closed her door before following behind Fili. He set the pizza down as he reached into a plastic bag. “So, I brought a bottle of red wine and Friday the thirteenth.” She smiled at the him, “you know the way to a womans heart Fi. Pizza, a classic horror movie, and wine.” Fili set the items out on the counter before looking at her, “no not any womans heart, just yours.” Serala’s heart hammered against her ribs as she looked down making her way past him to the cabinets.
“Flatterer.” Fili chuckled as he walked up behind her his hands resting on either side of the counter caging her in, his chest lightly touching her shoulders, “you like it.” For a moment Serala had to close her eyes her hands gripping the handles to the cabinets tightly. Her nails pressing into her palms as she took a deep breath. She could feel her body reacting to him, her inner animal wanting him to claim her. Ignoring the desire to turn around she finally opened the cabinet to pull two glasses out. She turned and pressed the containers into Fili’s chest as a smirk played at his lips. “Get us some wine?” He nodded and spun around his back now to her. Serala couldn’t help but bite her lip as her hands gripped the counter, she was flush against. Taking in a deep breath she walked to the counter to grab the movie case before making her way into the living room. She turned the tv on along with the DVD player as she popped the case open. Fili had come into the living room setting her glass down before taking a seat on the couch. His eyes watching her intently. “So, you said today you found out Jaymes was a douche while I was gone. May I ask what happened?” Serala sighed as she loaded the disc into the player before tossing the case to the side and grabbing the remote. She walked over to where Fili was and sat beside him grabbing her wine glass. “Where do I even begin Fi.” She swirled the liquid before taking a sip and turning her gaze towards him. “Two days after you left, I was at work and Thorin came in to tell me that I could clock out early. I figured since Jaymes was already waiting on me I’d run to grab us dinner. He must have figured that was enough time to have a friend over, when I got back, they were getting cozy. In my bed.”
Fili felt his jaw tense as he listened, he could see the hurt that flashed in Seralas eyes and it made his heart clench. “Sera I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I shouldn’t have asked.” He watched her place her glass back onto the table next to the remote, sitting back to look into his eyes. She placed her warm hand on his arm as she gave a soft smile, “Fili, its fine. I’m not upset with the fact Jaymes and I split up. More so the fact he cheated instead of breaking it off, and well sleeping with another woman in my bed.” A breathy laugh left her as she squeezed his arm gently before her hand dropped from it. Serala turned her attention back towards the tv, as she gripped the remote and clicked play movie. “Anyway, lets watch the movie shall we.”
They sat in silence as the movie played until she watched Keven Bacon die rolling her eyes. “I swear teenagers in horror movies are so dumb. Always having sex at the worst possible times which leads to them being killed.” Fili chuckled as he looked over at her, “I’m pretty sure this was the eighty’s way of scaring teens into celibacy.” Serala laughed as she turned to stare at Fili. “Well look how well that did.”
They stared at one another for what seemed like forever. Serala could feel her heart hammer against her chest as she glanced down to Fili’s lips, his tongue darting out to lick them. Instinct took over in that instant as she grabbed his glass before placing it onto the table. The movie, pizza, and wine long forgotten as she climbed onto his lap her arms draping over his shoulders.
Fili ran his hands along her sides to her hips as she looked down at him from her spot on his lap. His cerulean eyes darker than they’ve ever been. Slowly Serala leaned down gently brushing her lips against his, “I want you Fili.” Without any hesitation his lips pressed against hers as if she was his oxygen. Her hands wrapping around his neck to play with the hair that rested above his shoulders. A low rumble sounded against her mouth as his hands moved lower gripping her backside pressing her closer to him. A small gasp left her allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. She became inebriated by his taste, savoring the sweetness the wine added. Slowly Fili pulled away and began to place kisses along her jaw and down her neck nipping at the exposed skin. Serala let her head fall back, closing her eyes tightly feeling her inner wolf trying to make an appearance. She wanted to rip off the clothes that clung to his body, mark him as hers in many ways. Fili tightened his grip as he pushed himself up from the couch, Serala wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively. He began his decent down the hallway to her bedroom both barely able to contain themselves. Once inside he gently tossed her onto the bed before removing his shirt and climbing over her. Serala carded her hands over the lush hair on his chest as she let out a low growl. Fili’s eyes were full of lust as his hands slid under her shirt, helping her to remove the piece of fabric. His hand reached behind her and with a flick of his wrist her bra came loose, quickly she helped remove it before dropping it. A breathy moan left Serala as his mouth found her right breast, his tongue tracing circles over her hardening nipple. His left hand caressing the other his thumb mimicking his tongues motions. Her hands wound through his hair as she lightly tugged, Fili lifted his head to see her staring at him with half lidded eyes. Smirking he removed his hand and slowly kissed down her stomach just stopping above her jeans. His hands now unbuttoning her jeans tantalizingly slow, before gently tugging them off. Fili could see her arousal seeping through her thong as he brought his fingers up to gently touch the outline of her folds. He pushed the fabric aside as he continued his teasing, Serala whining, “Fili please.”
Those two little words were all it took before he slid his pointer finger into her awaiting heat, slowly moving it out before pushing it back in. Finding the right pace and movement Serala felt the white-hot pleasure building inside of her, her hands gripping his hair harder than she meant to. Just as she felt herself reaching the peak of her decent Fili removed his hand, just as she is about to protest, she is unable to form words as his lips replace his fingers. His tongue is just as skilled as his fingers as he brings her past the point of no return, her hands pushing his head as close as he can be. A moan leaves him as he pulls back to look up at her, his tongue darting out to lick more of her from his lips. Serala eyes his jeans before she lets go of his hair, reaching up to switch their position. Her strength allowing her to take control as she undoes the button, mimicking his teasing behavior. His cock sprang free, and Serala licked her lips as she stared at it. She ran her thumb over his leaking head, before bringing it up to her lips her eyes watching his as she tasted him. His face contorted as he chewed his lip, his Adams apple moving as he swallowed heavily. Slowly Serala lowered her lips towards his cock as she opened her mouth to take him in. Filis hand found its way to the back of her head as he groaned his nails lightly scratching her scalp, causing a small hum to leave her. “Oh… fuck Sera…” Her tongue traced his length before she drew him further into her mouth. Fili wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait as he sat up causing Serala to release him with an audiblepop.
“Come here.” His hands gripped her bicep pulling her towards his lap. Her hands holding his shoulders as she hovered over him slowly lowering herself as he slipped between her wet folds. It was at this moment Serala was grateful for birth control, she could feel every inch of him without anything stopping her. His size filling her up as she gripped his body, “oh fuck Fili.” Fili gripped her hips as she began to move her body, lifting his hips to meet her as she rode him. Serala felt the same white-hot sensation overtaking her senses as their bodies met as one. “Fili… I’m close!” He pulled her towards him as his lips met hers in a rough kiss. Serala whined against his mouth as she felt her walls clench around him her nails digging into his shoulders. Fili gave a few more harsh thrusts into her as he came undone, his spend coating her walls. He pulled away from her lips letting his head fall against her shoulder as she brought hers forward to rest against him. “That was amazing.” A laugh rumbled through him as he tried to steady his breathing before pulling away to look at her, his brow furrowing. “Fi, what’s wrong?”
“Serala your eyes… they’re gold.”
Thank you so much for reading! This chapter took longer than expected as I wasn’t sure where I had wanted to go with it at first. This was my first time writing a sex scene, but I promise the next one will be better. As always it means the world to me that you all read my story!
The week between Christmas and New Year’s was generally a slow one, and since she was supposed to be out all week, she was completely prepared for Kai’s look of shock when he saw her come into the office the day after Christmas. They were the only two there, as she’d sent an email on Christmas Eve telling all she was closing the office for the next two weeks—and paying them for it.
AU: I’m so sorry this chapter is so late! Things have been super hectic between work and planning for my vacation which starts this Monday. I’ll be gone until Sunday possibly next Monday. My plan when I get back is to start the next chapter for War of Hearts then chapter eight for Full moon!
Summary: A werewolf is a human who has the capability to shift into a wolf, either by sheer will or curse. However, many believe these tales to be myth but what if they turned out to be real.
Serala stepped out her front door just as Fili pulled up, she quickly shut the door to lock it. Her hand remained on the doorknob as the conversation her and Fenrir had was playing on repeat in her mind. A pack war, it seemed far-fetched but then again, the Gundabad pack was notorious for their despicable ways. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was best to just enjoy today with Fili turning she noticed him standing next to the passenger door holding it open a smile adorning his face. She walked down the steps quickly smiling, “such a gentleman.” She slipped into car with ease, the cool leather exterior seeping through the fabric of her sundress. Fili climbed in next to her, his hand reaching over to take hers gently, “you look incredible.” Her eyes met his as a heat rose to her cheeks as she smiled sheepishly. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” Fili wore a grey short sleeve button up, over a maroon t-shirt that exposed the golden curls that adorned his chest, paired with a pair of dark jeans. The site alone was enough to make any womans mouth water. He removed his hand from hers to pull out of her driveway before taking it again as she thought about where he’d gone earlier. “So how was the meeting with Thorin?”
“It went well, we were just discussing some potential marketing campaigns for the museum.” Fili hoped she’d believe him after all it was just harmless lie. Right?
“Finally. I’ve been telling him for months that he needs to focus on marketing. We don’t see nearly enough visitors as we should.” Serala couldn’t help but glance at him giving him a smile, “I’m glad I’m not the only one that agrees.” The ride fell into a comfortable silence, and she finally noticed how right his hand felt in hers. His thumb absentmindedly brushing over her skin causing a shutter to run up her spine. The affect he had on her was strange, she felt calm around him most of all she trusted him. This was something she’d never thought she’d feel. Even with Jaymes it felt as though the relationship revolved around sex, with Fili it was more than that.
“You’re staring.” Fili snapped her from her train of thoughts, a ghost of a smirk appearing. “Mhmm you’re nice to stare at what can I say.”
“Oh really?”
She couldn’t help but scoff, “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” A deep chuckle rumbled through him and Serala turned to sink lower into the leather seat as she stared out the windshield. “Well now I’m not going to stare anymore.”
His hand squeezed hers gently as his blue eyes looked between her and the road, “awe I’m sorry, I like when you stare at me.” She couldn’t help the heat that crept up her neck as she gave a small smile, “maybe I’ll keep staring then.”
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The rest of the ride went by quickly as they pulled up in front of Bilbos. Serala noticed that everyone was there, and she groaned inwardly knowing Kili would question why Fili had not returned to their shared apartment last night. She heard the driver’s side door open and close quickly watching as Fili practically ran to her side to open the door. She stepped out as he shut it behind her before his hand instantly found hers, their fingers intertwining together. Her heart fluttered at the small gesture as they walked up to the front door ringing the doorbell. Bilbo appeared before them holding a wine glass, his eyes looking to her and Fili’s hands and she could see the ghost of a smirk grace his features. “About time you two got here. Come in!”Serala stepped inside Fili right beside her as she heard soft jazz music playing, the smell of food greeting her keen senses. “It smells divine Bilbo.” He stepped around her smiling as he began leading them to the kitchen. “I wish I could say that it’s my cooking you’re smelling but it’s not. Thorin offered and I didn’t have the heart to tell him no.” Serala raised her eyebrows as she smiled, “oh really?”
“Don’t go there.” Bilbos cheeks were flushed as he took a sip of his wine. As the three stepped through the threshold Kili sat up straighter smiling at his brother and best friend leaping off the stool he sat on. “Sera!” He practically tackled her, her hands wrapping around him as she laughed, “hey Ki.” She pulled herself away from the brunette as he turned to hug Fili. The dynamic between the two always surprised her, especially with how close they were. Nothing like the relationship she had with Fenrir.
“Where were you last night Fi? You didn’t come home.” Serala felt her cheeks flush as she felt everyone’s eyes on both of them. Fili gave a breathy laugh as he shrugged, “just hanging out with Sera. We watched her favorite movies and ate pizza. Ended up passing out on her couch.” Nice Fi she thought, knowing full well Kili did not believe it with how he was looking between the two of them. Bofur spoke up turning everyone’s attention to him, “I suppose the movie was a romance, eh?” Laughter filled the kitchen and dining room as Fili’s face flushed slightly. Bilbo clapped his hands together, “anyway! Sera want to help me grab more wine from the wine cellar?” She had never been more grateful for the curly haired man as she nodded, “of course, lead the way.” She silently followed Bilbo down the wooden steps as they walked past rows of wine he had collected over the years. Suddenly he turned towards her, “spill. I know you two didn’t just watch movies.” Serala groaned as she rubbed her face before inhaling through her nose. “We may or may not have… slept together.” Bilbos eyes widened slightly as he gripped her shoulders, “and you didn’t bother to call me to tell me you and Fili were together?!” Cocking her head, she raised an eyebrow as she stared at the crazy eyed man before her, “what do you mean call you to tell you? Am I supposed to inform you about my sexscapades besides I’m not even sure what we are at this point.” It was Bilbos turn to raise an eyebrow as his hands released her, “not sure what you are? Have either of you even discussed it?” Serala sighed as she leaned against one of the shelves, “no. Not really. I’m not even sure how to bring it up, I mean what if he isn’t looking for something serious not to mention Jaymes and I split not that long ago.”
Bilbo crossed his arms one of his hips jutting out, the sass clear in his tone, “didn’t you tell me not that he hated Jaymes? Why should that matter?” Serala knew he was right. It was no secret how much Fili disliked her ex-boyfriend, always having something to say. “I hate when you’re right, but it still doesn’t change the fact I’m hesitant.”
“It’s no secret how you both feel about one another honestly. Everyone sees how you both look at each other, it’s almost sickening.” Serala smirked at Bilbo, “sickening like you and Thorin eye fucking each other or?”
“We do not eye fuck each other!”
“Oh, you totally do, and you for one know I’m right.”
Bilbo scoffed as he rolled his eyes, “listen, I’m not saying right now but maybe you should talk to him about it and see how he feels. Let the chips fall where they may kind of deal.”
She gave a huff before pushing herself off the shelf, “maybe you’re right. I’ll think about it, but in the meantime, we should probably head back up.” Bilbo nodded before reaching over to grab a random wine as they made their way back up the steps and into the kitchen. Serala noticed Fili standing beside Thorin while he cooked, her eyes darting over to Kili who sat with Dwalin and Ori. Making her way over to the three men she pulled one of the chairs out before sitting down. “So, what are you guys talking about?”
Kili looked to her, “we were just discussing what Dwalin here overheard this morning at the museum.” This made her perk up as she placed her arms on the table leaning on them, “yeah Fi told me he was discussing marketing campaigns.” Dwalin gave a smirk as he shook his head, his beard swaying slightly, “that’s what he told you? Seemed to me Fi was interested in some of the history that revolves around the Durin bloodline.” Serala licked her lips, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her mind going back to the conversation she had with Fili the night before, “Thorin used to tell Kili and I tales about the Loup garou. It’s a werewolf legend, right?” She took a deep breath trying to calm herself as she narrowed her eyes at Dwalin, “what do you mean? What about his bloodline?”
Before Dwalin could say anything, Ori spoke from beside him, “Apparently, he is interested in the Loup garou legends. Old stories about men who had the ability to shift into wolves who protected the line of Durin or fought beside them. That was a long time ago, not sure why he’s interested in it now.” It was as if the wind had been knocked out of her lungs as she stared at Ori. Fili had lied to her but not just that he had gone to Thorin, and she wondered if he had told him what she had shown him the night before. “You okay Sera? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Her eyes turned to Kili his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at her. “O-oh yes, I’m fine. Fili mentioned something about that when we were watching the wolfman last night. I had no idea his bloodline had its own legends is all.” Kili nodded as the three men fell into another conversation. Serala was unable to focus on what they were even saying as she sat there, her mind reeling at what Ori had just said. She figured if Fili had wanted to know more, he would have asked her, but clearly, she was wrong. Pushing herself away from the table as she stood up, “I’m going to go talk to Fili, I’ll be back.” Her eyes looked to see him still speaking with Thorin, her body moving on its own towards the two. “Hey Thorin, can I steal Fi for a moment. I need to talk to him.” A smirk made its way to Thorin’s face as he nodded, “sure Sera. You two don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Before Serala could hear the jokes being thrown at Thorin she grabbed Filis hand leading him out the back door as she closed it. Tugging him away from the glass out of view of the others her brown eyes meeting his blue ones, “you lied to me.”
“What do you mean? What did I lie about?” He knew instantly she knew.
She couldn’t help but scoff as she ran a hand through her hair, “you weren’t talking to Thorin about marketing campaigns, you met up with him to talk about the Loup garou legends. God Fili, I trusted you.” He raised his hands as he took a step forward, “Sera listen I know how this looks but I didn’t say anything about you, I swear. I just wanted to learn more about it is all.” She didn’t know if what he was telling her was the truth at this point. Every fiber in her being wanted to believe him, yet she couldn’t shake the hurt that felt like sting as if someone had slapper her the face. “I want to believe you’re telling me the truth Fi; I fucking do but I just don’t know if you are. You could have talked to me if you wanted to know more. I feel so stupid.”
“Please Sera-”
“No. Just stop Fili. I need time to think, I’m going to see if Kili will take me home.” Before he could say anything else Serala opened the door and walked back into Bilbos. Her eyes found Kili talking to Bofur as she gave tight lipped smile walking over to them, “hey Ki I hate asking but would you be able to take me home. I’m not feeling the greatest all the sudden.” He stared at her slowly nodding, “sure Sera, you okay?” She nodded slowly, “yes, I’ll be okay. I’m going to let Bilbo know.” She looked to see Bilbo standing beside Thorin both men’s attention turning to her as she approached, “Sera what’s wrong?” Bilbo set his wine glass down as he stepped towards her his hands cupping her cheeks. “Nothing love, just don’t feel the greatest. I’m going to head home I’m sorry I know I only just got here.”
He shook his head at her, “you have nothing to apologize for sweety. Just please call me when you get home. Just so I know you’re okay.”
“Of course.” She gave him a quick hug as she turned to say goodbye to the others before heading to the front door to wait for Kili. A warm hand wrapped around her wrist as she looked back to see Fili his blue eyes not as bright as they had been this morning. “Serala at least let me drive you home. Please.” She sighed as footsteps sounded behind Fili, Kili standing there looking between the two keys in hand. “Everything okay?”
“Yup, I’m going to be taking Serala home instead Ki. Thanks, anyway.” Before she could say anything to the younger Durin Fili was tugging her out of the house and towards his car. She slowly climbed inside as he shut the door behind her walking to the other side to climb in. Turning the ignition over her pulled away from the curb the air inside the cab thick.
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The ride back to Seralas house seemed to drag on. Neither she nor Fili had spoken since leaving Bilbos, not that she particularly had a problem with that. She watched as he pulled into her driveway, unbuckling her seatbelt ready to bolt as soon as he put it in park. As her door swung open, he gently gripped her wrist again the warmth of his fingers causing her to shiver, “I know you’re pissed at me, and I completely understand but I just want you to know I meant what I said. I didn’t tell Thorin anything.” Feeling his grip release she stepped out of the car closing the door before making her way up the steps. Unlocking her door, she stepped inside not bothering to look back as she closed it quickly locking it. Tugging her phone from her pocket she dialed the one person she never thought she’d speak to again. The dial tone sounded in her ear before a gruff voice spoke over the line, “hello?”
Taking a deep breath Serala spoke, “Dad… We need to talk.”
Forest Gold is a story prompted by @tacosockos’s ask. Thank you very much! I hope you’ll like the story as much as I did when I was writing it!
Relationships:Thorin x Reader
Rating:T
Warnings:none
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Forest Gold
The warm sun shone through the canopy of tall pine trees, its rays illuminating the path before you. It was a summer morning, just after dawn, and you were walking through the forest at the foot of the Lonely Mountain. Looking around, you admired its natural ancient beauty, the softness of the moss beneath your feet, and enjoyed every breath of the cool, fresh air. Since you arrived in Middle Earth on a stormy night several months ago in mysterious circumstances, you still marveled at how unspoiled the nature in Rhovanion was. No pollution, no empty beer cans in the forests, no cigarette butts, no engine noises. Instead, there were crystal-clear rivers and lakes, plenty of animals everywhere you looked and the lush greenery. Never before have you seen so many shades of green. The newly sprouted blades of grass, the majestic ferns by a creek in the backwoods or the reeds growing by the Long Lake near the city of Esgaroth that was being slowly rebuilt.
Your path led you to a bank of a forest stream. You smiled widely, seeing a glimpse of gold among the grass. There they were! You looked around. Yes, this was a perfect spot for what you had in mind. You rested your travelling gear against the trunk of a nearby tree and approached the patch of wildflowers growing in the watery ground at the edge of the stream, their yellow, almost golden petals seemingly shining with the light of their own. The people of Dale called them “kingcups” and used this plant for medicinal purposes. That is why you came here, at least partially. You promised a local healer to bring her some of these plants. But you had also another idea on your mind.
It took you a while to gather enough flowers to fill your basket. Your boots were a bit soaked, but it was worth it. Your eyes quickly found a patch of grass and your hands started picking out the flower heads and arranging them in a spiral shape on the ground. This was something you used to do with your grandmother in her garden. She’d often say these flower mandalas would draw fairies to them, and if you ever were to meet one, this magical creature would fulfill your wish. You have grown out from believing in fairies years ago, but your habit stayed with you, fueling your creativity. Back home, you’d sometimes make a picture of the finished mandala and upload it to your Instagram, sharing your art with the wide world. You didn’t need much to create art. Nature provided everything you needed.
Humming a half-forgotten song from your childhood as you finished arranging the flowers, you suddenly heard a sound of a snapping branch. Someone was coming. As quickly as you could, you gathered your things and hid in the nearby bushes. The local people warned you against strangers in these parts. After the great Battle of Five Armies that happened over a year ago, a constant stream of travelers flowed into Rhovanion. Those newcomers were searching for better life, but there were brigands among them, too.
Someone entered the clearing in a few long strides. He wasn’t tall, but his posture emanated power and strength. Dark, wavy mane of hair cascaded down his wide shoulders. His bearded face was focused on the surroundings. Judging from the clothes and the bow he held in his hands, he had to be a hunter. And… a dwarf. This was the first dwarf you saw from such a close distance. You heard much about these proud people and their great kingdom of Erebor that was currently being rebuilt, but you had never even talked with one before.
The dwarven hunter took a few steps towards your hideout. A pair of deep-set eyes scanned the area. You held your breath and crouched lower among the bushes, hoping that he wouldn’t notice you. As he turned to his left, his gaze fell on your golden flower mandala. After approaching it, he studied it carefully and then took one of the flowers, bringing it to his nose. As he did so, a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You blinked in disbelief. Weren’t the dwarves supposed to be underground folk, loving only stone, metals and precious gems? The last thing you expected today was to see a dwarf enjoying the smell of a delicate forest flower. A flower you arranged yourself.
“Hey! Leave my flowers alone!” you heard your own voice.
In a blink of an eye, he turned to you, his bow aimed at you. Or rather, at your hideout. You muttered a curse. Brilliant, just brilliant.
“Reveal yourself!” You heard his deep voice. So that was how a dwarf sounded like. You had to admit to yourself that hearing him speak made you think of molten dark chocolate, rich and full-flavoured.
You decided not to make a move. The last thing you wanted to do was to be shot by his arrow. It looked kinda… sharp. And something told you that this hunter had a good aim. A sigh escaped your lips. You just had to stay still. Maybe he’d leave you in peace. Maybe. Yeah, right.
“I mean you no harm. You can come out now. I have already put my bow away,” his words reached you. The way he spoke made you think of a horse whisperer trying to calm down a startled steed.
Feeling the taste of defeat in your mouth, you reluctantly came out from your hideout.
“I thought you were a bandit, Master Dwarf,” you admitted. Now, when you had the chance to take a better look at him, you could clearly see that he didn’t look like a brigand at all. His weapons and clothes were of good quality, and he wore several rings on his strong hands. Those rings definitely weren’t trinkets bought at a village fair. The dwarf looked more like a proud, ancient warrior than anything else.
“There are no bandits in the forests of the Lonely Mountain, my lady,” he shook his head. You heard the jingling of the silver beads in his hair, sunrays dancing among them. A peculiar thought appeared in your mind. What would be like to run your hand through this rich mane of hair? It looked so soft… Would he let you make a braid? Just like the ones that hung from his temples, falling all the way to his chest. You felt your cheeks burning up. What on earth made you think of such things about an unknown dwarf you’ve just met?
“I’m not a lady,” you stated. You’ve never been called a lady before, and especially not by a courteous dwarf.
“Who are you then?” his brilliant blue eyes set on your face. “A forest fairy protecting her magic circle?”
The dwarf pointed at your flower mandala.
You chuckled, “There’s nothing magical about my flower art. It’s meant to be looked at and enjoyed.”
“Are you sure?” he tilted his head and took a step towards you. Your eyes moved upwards, sliding along the intricate embroideries on his tunic hugging against the deep contours of his chest. The garment revealed a small patch of tanned skin at his throat, emphasizing his muscular neck. His strongly defined jaw was covered with a lush beard that hid a surprisingly soft line of his lips. The patrician nose set above it made you think of the gigantic dwarven sculptures that guarded the entrance to the kingdom of Erebor. And then there were his eyes, those twin mysterious cerulean pools that kept on searching your face. “There is an old legend among my people about the forests of the Lonely Mountain. They say that you can sometimes find a flower fairy ring here. If the time is right, its magic will take you wherever your heart longs to go.”
“It is a beautiful legend, but that’s all there is to it. An old tale,” you replied. Even a baby knew that there was no such thing as magic. And no, the way you arrived to this new, wonderous world had nothing to do with magic whatsoever. You were sure that science could explain it well. Perhaps a lightning struck too close to you that night, and there was a shift in the magnetic fields, and this was simply a parallel universe or…
A chuckle brought you back to reality.
“As you wish, my lady. Forgive me my manners, this unexpected meeting made me forget them completely,” he made a courteous bow. “My name is Thorin. May I ask how I should address you?”
You gulped. Your name was too unusual and too modern for this place. If the dwarf heard it, it would happen just like it did in Esgaroth and several other places. The locals weren’t fond of weird strangers. There would be strange looks, prying questions and tons of suspicion. Somehow, you didn’t want the majestic dwarf in front of you to look at you the way they did. You had to think of something.
“My name… Wait, did you say Thorin? As in Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain?!” even you, a newcomer to Middle Earth, heard about the dwarven king who led a bold charge against the Orc and Warg armies and defeated them, taking the life of their leader, Azog.
“These are just titles. Here, today, in the forest, I’m just Thorin, my lady without a name,” he smiled, but you could see a shadow passing his eyes, fleeting and deep.
Your mind barely registered his gaze, busy processing the current situation. You, a girl from far, far away, were standing in the presence of a real king! And a dwarf! What were you supposed to do? Bow? Curtsy? Call him “your majesty”? Or was it “your highness”? No, he said he was “just Thorin”. Pheew. But were you allowed to sit down in his presence? Or speak without being asked to? Oh, wait, he asked you a question and you haven’t answered it yet!
“I come from a faraway land. My name may sound alien to you and… and difficult to pronounce!” you blurted out.
“Would you allow me to call you Kingcup, my lady? Like these golden flowers?” his eyes traveled to the mandala you created on the ground.
“Kingcup…” you whispered to yourself, looking at the flower petals glistening in the sun.
“These flowers… We call them ‘forest gold’. Small and delicate, but sturdy. They run through the woods like veins of gold through the stone. And their reflections in water make forest streams look like molten gold,” his voice washed over you like smoothest silk.
“I think I can live with a name like that,” you smiled shyly at him.
“You do me a great honor, lady Kingcup,” his voice deepened, rumbling in his chest.
“I told you, king Thorin, I’m not a lady.”
“If you are not a lady then I am not a king,” he stated, responding to your smile with an amused glint in his eye.
“Sounds fair to me… Thorin,” you whispered his name, barely able to look into his eyes, hoping he would not mind your casual way of speaking to the king of the famous dwarven kingdom. He nodded in return.
“Since we are properly introduced now, may I invite you for breakfast? I must admit I haven’t eaten today yet and my friend Bombur, a brilliant cook, prepared some delicious scones with cheese for the road. I will gladly share them with you.”
The thought of a meal made your stomach rumble and you agreed almost instantly. The breakfast turned into a brunch when you discovered that you both were well equipped with delicious food. While you ate, you talked about everything and nothing; you were curious about Erebor, and Thorin asked about your recent travels through Rhovanion. You even shared a few amusing anecdotes from your lives and you quickly forgot you were spending time in the company of a king. To be honest, it felt as if you’d known each other for ages, sharing several interests, including the love of nature, both above and below ground.
“So you say that the dwarves think gold is the most precious metal?” you swallowed the last bite of smoked cheese.
“A metal worthy of kings,” Thorin nodded, taking a sip from his water bag.
“What about forest gold?” you gestured towards the flowers in your basket, the ones that you gathered in the morning.
“It is the most precious part of the forest… Kingcup…” his glittering blue eyes traveled to your face and you had to look away. Did he mean the flowers…. Or…?
“Close your eyes, please,” you said suddenly, a new and crazy idea popping in your head.
“I beg your pardon?”
“If you close your eyes, I’ll show you the treasure of the forest,” you grinned mischievously. “It will just take a moment. Please?”
Apparently Thorin couldn’t say no to the pleading look on your face and capitulated. You reached towards the basket and soon your hands were working swiftly, binding the flowers together.
“Can I look now?” he asked, his back resting against the tree behind him.
“Patience,” you giggled. Your new “work of art” was ready. You moved towards Thorin and placed the golden flower crown on his temple. Your hand brushed against his hair. It was pleasantly soft under your touch. As you took a breath, a smell of pine needles, bonfire smoke and leather surrounded you. You expected a mighty king to smell like precious oils and heavy, exotic flower essences. Instead, his scent was simple, raw, and manly, and quickly went to your head. Looking at his calm features, all the worries gone from his handsome face, you almost missed the moment when he opened his eyes. You were kneeling next to him, your hands resting at his temples along with the flower crown. His face was surprisingly close to yours. You felt the warmth of his body and could almost brush your nose against his. Uh-oh. You swallowed. He blinked.
“What do we have here?” he cast a half-lidded glance at you and moved his hands to his head.
“Something worthy of a king. The golden crown of the forest,” you chuckled, recalling your idea, and desperately trying to forget the way his skin brushed against yours as he reached for the flower crown, and the pleasant sensation you felt. “No, no, don’t take it off! Come with me!”
You got up and quickly marched to the edge of the stream. Thorin joined you after a few moments.
“You are not going to drown me, are you?” he raised one of his dark eyebrows suspiciously, a smile dancing on his lips. It suited him well.
“It depends on how you are going to react to my gift!” you giggled. “Now, look into the water and tell me what you think!”
“It is truly a golden crown,” the dwarven king stared into his reflection in the stream and chuckled. “Who would have thought that the forest was full of such riches? I thank you kindly for this generous gift, Kingcup.”
“You like it? What a relief! I don’t have to drown you, then. All is well!” you grinned and then both of you burst out in laughter. Somehow, it felt good laughing beside him. It felt right.
“And to think such a treasure came from under your skilled fingers! I have been lucky to have met you here today. You are magical indeed, just like your fairy ring,” he winked at you, looking more like a playful young dwarf than a king.
“I tell you, this is just a flower arrangement, not a magical place!” you protested.
“There is only one way to find out, isn’t there?” he smirked and reached out his hand to you.
“Very well,” you agreed with a sigh and placed your hand in his. He squeezed it gently but reassuringly, smiling at you, as you both stepped inside your golden flower mandala.
There was a splash of emotion in his eyes when he said, “Let us see where your magic takes us.”
You barely managed to close your eyes when a warm breath of wind caressed your face and suddenly you felt dizzy. A sensation of falling flooded your senses. A few heartbeats later everything stopped. In the surrounding silence, you could only hear your and Thorin quickened breaths. You still felt how warm his skin was, his fingers wrapped around your palms.
“Is it done?” you asked, not daring to open your eyes yet.
“It is. Your magic is truly astonishing,” Thorin replied, and you recognized notes of admiration in his voice.
The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was his face. He was smiling, and there was something new in his expression; something that you couldn’t decipher.
And then you looked around.
“But we’re still in the same place!” you exclaimed. “It was just as I told you, there is no magic here.”
“Ah but there is. Your magic,” he looked at you expectantly, his features softening.
“My… magic?” you frowned. What did he mean by that? And why did he close the distance between you? Oh, and why did he raise your hand to his lips, kissing it reverently? By the way, his lips turned out to be even softer than you imagined, and even warmer, almost scorching.
“Your magic worked perfectly well,” he murmured huskily, his breath fanning the delicate skin on the back of your hand. “It brought me to the place my heart longed to be, sweet Kingcup.”
“And where is that?” you whispered back, trying to find the answer in the bottomless depths of his cerulean eyes. And then you heard his voice.
“By the side of my forest queen.”
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Tone:Antagonistic allies to lovers, vaguely canon divergent, they’re both way too stubborn for their own good; bickering, worrying, and a wee bit of flirting
Summary:She’s finally had enough of his criticisms towards every little thing she does and storms off into the night. Hours pass and the Company begins to get antsy, none more so than the one who caused her departure.
The night was warm, though cooler than it had been these last few weeks. Summer was coming to an end. The Wilds were upon the Company of Thorin Oakenshield- or rather, they were upon the Wilds. Orcs and wargs growled and howled at the moonlight, their calls on the edges of hearing but no less spine-chilling. Each member of the Company, warrior or otherwise, knew to be warier with each passing day. The further they went into these lands, the lesser safety they maintained. Amaranth Burrowes was a stranger to these parts, but even a hobbit such as herself knew where to step, how to watch the sun, when to keep an eye out for brigands and when to focus on the inner workings of her party. Tonight was one of the latter occasions; she had been enlisted to help with the campsite set-up. Unfortunately, luck seemed to have left her, and her companions began to wonder amongst themselves.
“Should we help her?”
“She’s been at it for fifteen minutes.”
“Give her time.” Balin eyed the newest member of their company, struggling to light a stack of sticks into a suitable fire. “She knows what she’s doing better than you think.”
Thorin’s patience, however, came nowhere near the depth of his white-bearded friend’s.
“Turn them faster.”
Amaranth looked up from the two twigs she was spinning together, blowing a streak of hair out of her eyes. Distracted, she lost her grip and one of the twigs faltered. With a sharp grumble, she resituated it and began anew.
“No, no- Durin’s beard, do you not know how to light a fire?”
“I do,” she replied, temper rising under his scrutiny. “It isn’t my fault the rains came last night.”
A/N: I decided to not have Kíli get shot by the arrow because that depresses me and also ended up with Fíli being the one with the case of baby fever. Hope you enjoy! :)
When you married Fíli you had also married your best friend, and there was no denying that he made every single day of your life ten times better than it would’ve been without him.
You’d grown up with him and Kíli, your father being one of Thorin’s close confidants for all manners of political issues. There was always some expectation you’d marry one of Thorin’s nephews, and though you’d always pushed back against the idea, one day Fíli had wormed his way into your heart and never left. You were truly blessed to spend every day with your best friends, and made an effort to support and stand with him at all times.
It was no surprise when you’d demanded to go with him on the journey to Erebor. It was also no surprise when Thorin, all too familiar with your dedication to following your husband into all sorts of perilous situations, begrudgingly accepted your request to join the party.
This was how you ended up in Lake-town, trying to help the company collect supplies for the rest of the way to the Lonely Mountain. While you were a fighter first and foremost, your second and far less enjoyable job was helping to mend the countless shirts and trousers the dwarves had ripped and shredded on their journey. Fighting and trekking through the woods didn’t mix well with the very limited wardrobes you brought with you. Your husband was down to one pair of completely intact pants, and the rest of the dwarves were not much better off.
When you stopped in Lake-town, your first priority was finding new material to patch up everyone’s clothes. Much to his dismay, you’d dragged Fíli along with you, insisting that the two of you would be able to carry more than just you alone.
And so Fíli had reluctantly followed you into the small shop owned by the local seamstress. He was standing awkwardly in the corner, rocking back and forth on his heels uncomfortably as you interrogated the woman behind the counter about fabric prices.
“How much do you need?” she asked skeptically, a nervous look on her face as you stacked several bundles of fabric next to the register.
“How much do you have?” you snorted, turning around and scanning the rest of the room with your hands on your hips. “I think this’ll do.”
The woman’s eyes widened slightly as you emptied a small pouch of gold onto the counter. “Alrighty then.”
You turned around and gave your husband a thumbs up. He rolled his eyes, a small grin on his face.
It was then that a small child, no more than two, toddled unsteadily out of the back room, babbling for the mother. The saleswoman grinned, giving the toddler a fond grin as she swooped them up in her arms.
“My daughter,” she clarified to you, rocking back and forth with the child sitting on her hip as she continued to count your change.
“She’s adorable,” you gushed. “How old is she?”
“Eighteen months.”
You grinned as the child reached a hand out towards you, chattering some high-pitched gibberish.
“Say hi, Delilah,” the mother cooed. Delilah made a valiant attempt.
“Your daughter is my new favorite person,” you replied, grabbing your change off the counter and turning to beckon your husband over.
You were not expecting the overwhelmingly adoring look on Fíli’s face. He was completely entranced by the child, gaze fixated on her as she inspected some toy in her hands.
You cleared your throat and his eyes snapped back to you. You grinned at the faint blush on his cheeks and gestured to the fabric on the table. “I’m ready to go if you are.”
“Of course, my love.” He came over to help you divvy the bundles between yourselves, and with a polite goodbye to the woman, you left the shop.
“That baby was so absolutely cute,” Fíli said finally as you walked back to Thorin’s designated meeting area.
“I know!” you exclaimed. “Her little hands, oh my goodness.”
“And her eyes,” Fili said, nodding furiously in agreement. “So big. She was just inspecting all of us.”
“I loved her,” you chuckled.
“Kind of makes me want to have one myself, you know?” Fíli suggested, nudging your arm with his own. You blushed, looking over to find him already looking at you, unable to recognize the expression on his face.
“What?” you asked defensively.
“Oh, nothing,” he said. “Just trying to imagine what a little you or me would look like.”
“We’d have the best looking baby,” you stated. “He or she would be even cuter than Delilah.”
“How could she not be, when his or her mother is the most beautiful dwarf in all of Middle Earth?”
Your face flushed a deep shade of red as you scrambled for an answer, him grinning widely at you spluttering. “Well…that’s just-”
“That’s just what?”
You huffed, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his face. “Thanks, Fíli,” you said finally.
“Just stating the obvious, my flower.“
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There was much to do after Smaug was killed and Erebor reclaimed by Thorin. It was a time for much celebration, with the dwarves finally able to return to the Lonely Mountain (or see it for the first time in Fíli and Kíli’s case), but it was also a time for careful planning and negotiation. Luckily, Bard seemed very open to an alliance with you all, and he and Thorin had discussed the possibility of establishing a sort of trade system.
Thorin had been eager to rope his nephews into the process, trying to show them the political and social ropes since they were next in line to be in power. Unfortunately for you, that meant you saw Fíli very rarely throughout the day. Your time together was often limited to the evening, when he was often so exhausted from his work that he just fell asleep. You wouldn’t deny that you were a little lonely, but you saw the importance in what Fíli was doing and simply tried to make sure he was eating and sleeping as much as possible.
You’d been helping the other dwarves clean up the halls of Erebor, sorting through Smaug’s trove and making a map of all the different rooms and corridors.
It was late at night, and you were sitting on a balcony taking inventory of the most important treasures you’d found that day. Precious stones and jewelry…Smaug had hidden it all here in the Lonely Mountain. It was good news for you all, though - you’d be able to sell much of it and make a handsome profit.
You were just putting an oversized ruby back in its chest when you heard footsteps approaching from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Fíli entering the room. You grinned at each other warmly.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” you said, happiness evident in your voice.
“Surprise,” he replied softly, enveloping you in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You sighed contentedly, leaning into him.
“How’s your uncle?” you asked, face pressed up against his shoulder.
“Stressed,” Fíli replied. “I understand why, but his stubbornness is hindering whatever progress we were making with Lake-town.”
“Hopefully he’ll settle in more soon, and then he’ll be more relaxed,” you reassured him. “And you about you?” you continued, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “How are you doing?”
Fíli let out a stressed sigh and shrugged, tilting his head so his forehead was pressed against your own. “I am trying my best, my love, though sometimes I fear it’s not enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“My uncle, albeit very negative at times, has a skill for all these aspects of leadership. Kíli and I, well, it doesn’t come as easily to us,” he said uncomfortably. “I just don’t want to disappoint uncle.” You shook your head.
“Fí, how could anyone expect you to be an amazing leader when you’ve never had to lead before?” you asked. “That’s why Thorin is doing this anyway, to show you what to do before you’ll ever have to do it.”
He frowned, thinking. “I suppose you’re right.”
“I know I’m right,” you chuckled, rubbing his back slowly. Fíli sighed again, relaxing into you.
“Thank you, love.” You felt him turning his head as he looked around the room. “What have you been working on up here?”
“Oh, just some records,” you said nonchalantly, turning to point to the stack of papers you’d been writing on. “All the valuables we found and how much we think it’s worth, that sort of thing.”
His eyes widened as he looked at the various artifacts strewn around the room. “Smaug really was into the whole hoarding thing, huh?”
You nodded, stepping back and stretching your arms over your head. Fíli frowned as you tried and failed to suppress a yawn.
“Maybe we’re overexerting ourselves,” he said. You chuckled.
“Maybe? Oh, Fí, we most definitely are.”
Fili laughed. “I say we go to bed early tonight, and wake up late tomorrow.” “A fantastic plan,” you cheered, twirling around the room deliriously. Sleep deprivation was definitely taking a toll on you.
When you turned back around to face Fíli, you found that same wonder-filled look on his face that he’d sported that day in Lake-town. You tilted your head to the side. “What is it?”
Fíli cleared his throat, took a step closer to you. “Have you ever…you know, thought about having kids?” Your eyes widened.
“I mean sure, loads of times,” you replied, a little startled by the topic of conversation. “Why do you ask?”
“I just…we’ve never discussed it properly,” he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
You bit your lip. “Well, we’re married, I guess I figured it would just happen eventually when the time was right.”
Fíli chuckled and nodded, reached out and pulled you a bit closer to him. “And what if now is the time?”
You blinked once, twice. “I’m sorry?”
“I mean, we just got our home back,” Fíli continued, looking up at the ceiling of the room above you. “We have Erebor, we have a place to live and raise a family. And we’d be great parents, Y/N, I just know it.”
You grinned, watching him adoringly. “We would indeed.”
“And then the other day, with that little girl in that shop,” he sighed, closing his eyes as if relishing a memory. “I just can’t stop picturing you with a child of our own. And I’ve thought about it before, but it’s never been such a persistent feeling as it is now.”
“Oh, Fíli.” Your eyes began to tear up as a wave of emotion crashed over you. Fíli met your gaze and gave you a panicked look.
“My lovely lass, what’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing,” you sniffed, throwing your arms around his neck and wrapping him in a tight hug. You felt his sigh of relief as his hands made their way to your back.
“I want a family with you,” he murmured into your hair. “I want to make you a mother.”
“And I want that more than anything,” you replied, head whirling with visions of the two of you with your future children.
{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.
Goblin tunnels, scapegoats, and life-threatening adventures… Oh, and you’re still supposed to kill these guys, hm.
Angst, Humor, Action
—-
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.
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?”
Thor and Loki follow closely behind Legolas and Tauriel as they make their way into Laketown. Thor and Loki had seen places like this before during their old warrior days. It didn’t make seeing it any easier though. People suffering always made Thor’s stomach sour. If he could help them, he would, but his priority was his sister.
“Where do we go now?” Loki asks as he pulls his cloak over his head to hide himself from the people of Laketown.
As if to answer his question a loud scream echoes out across the night air pulling their attention. They instantly rush toward where the scream had originated and find a house being overrun with Orcs. Loki readies his daggers as Thor unsheathes his sword. Another Orc leaps to the balcony in front of the house, but suddenly, Tauriel appears and stabs it in the throat with her knife. She pulls out her other knife as well and begins killing the Orcs in the house.
Legolas jumps in through one of the holes in the roof. He too begins killing Orcs. An Orc approaches a wounded Dwarf and grabs him by the wounded leg. As the dark-haired dwarf screams in pain, Loki throws his knife, and it plunges into the Orc’s throat. Legolas and Tauriel slay Orcs left and right. Thor joins moments later his body emanating lightning as he sends Orcs flying left and right.
“Get down!” A blonde dwarf cries out as he pulls a boy out of the way of danger.
Tauriel kills the Orc, then turns to kill another one. The dark-haired dwarf from before stabs the Orc as well with the knife Tauriel had thrown earlier, and they together kill the Orc. But then, he falls over onto the floor, howling in pain, and Tauriel looks at him in worry.
An Orc, flees from the house and jumps over the balcony, landing in a boat in the water below. Thor follows him rage filling his body. The Orc yells to a bigger one and Thor knows instantly from the novel who it is. Bolg, the one who kills Kili and attempts to murder both Tauriel and Legolas.
“Ekinskeld. Obguranid!” (Oakenshield has gone!)The Orc calls out as he nears. “Tûg atal bakh maktu argu!” (But there are more outsiders.)
“Gur! Arangim!” (Fall back! Regroup at the bridge!) Bolg orders and the remaining Orcs join him.
In the house, Legolas stabs an Orc and trips it, and it falls backward over the balcony railing and lands in the boat below. The boat acts like a seesaw and sends Bolg’s lieutenant orc, who had jumped into the boat earlier, flying up into the air, where Legolas slices off its head with his knives. As the orc’s body falls into the water below, its head still looks at Legolas. Legolas releases the head, and it falls.
Legolas looks and sees the remaining Orcs running through Laketown after Bolg. Loki reaches out and stops Thor from following them making Thor turn back into the house to search for his sister. In the house, the human boy speaks to Tauriel amazedly.
“You killed them all.” The boy calls out clearly impressed.
“There are others. Tauriel, come.” Legolas calls to Tauriel as Thor looks around the room but only sees three dwarves. Legolas strides toward the door.
Tauriel, who had been looking after the dark-haired dwarf, looks up.
“She’s not here.” Loki says annoyed and Thor feels his patience start to wear thin. “(Name’s) Already gone.”
“We’re losing him!” A dwarf calls out pulling Thor and Loki’s attention.
Tauriel, looking shocked, looks at the injured dwarf, then at Legolas, who is waiting at the door.
“Tauriel.” Legolas looks at her for a moment and then walks out the door.
Tauriel remains standing. Legolas jumps over the balcony and onto a bridge, then begins running. Tauriel looks away and begins to head out the door to follow Legolas. Just as she reaches the door, the dwarf moans in pain, and Tauriel turns to look at him. Tauriel looks after Legolas, then at Kili again. Hearing a noise, Tauriel grabs her knives, then sees another dwarf running up with the Kingsfoil. Her eyes open in shock and she takes the leaves from his stunned grasp.
“Athelas.” Tauriel exclaims as she reverently examines it. “Athelas…”
“What are you doing…?” He asks and she smiles softly.
“I’m going to save him.” She replies moving over to where the injured dwarf was.
Thor and Loki glance at each other for a moment before they decide to wait to ask the dwarves questions. Thor thinks back to the novel and tries to remember the scene he was in. If it was when Tauriel was saving Kili, then that meant that at this moment his sister was at the mountain fighting the dragon. Worry courses through his veins as he glances over at Loki who was apparently thinking the same thing he was.
As much as he wanted to go after his sister; if they left, these people would suffer. (Name) would never want that to happen. Loki groans inwardly as he turns to Thor and says, “We have to help them, don’t we?”
“Yup.” Thor replies instantly a smirk on his lips. “She’d never forgive us if we left.”
“I’m starting to regret being a good guy.” Loki adds.
“When the dragon shows up, let me handle him.” Thor whispers eyeing his brother.
“You didn’t expect me to try my hand against him, did you? That’s not something I do. That’s your forte.” Loki jokes and Thor smirks.
“Excuse me, would you like something to drink?” A young girl asks pulling them from their conversation.
“No, thank you though.” Loki responds making one of the Dwarves turn to look at him.
“You’re (Name’s) brothers, aren’t you?” A blonde dwarf asks pulling their attention.
“We are. How did you know?” Loki asks and the dwarf smiles softly.
“She showed me a picture of you. I’m Fili, this is Oin and Bofur; the one being treated is my brother Kili.” Fili says as he motions to the rest of his company.
Loki and Thor return the smile as Thor says, “I’m Thor and this is my brother Loki. Thank you for taking care of our sister for us.”
“She’s someone I’m proud to call my friend.”
“She does have a habit of making friends no matter the circumstances.” Loki whispers under his breath making Thor elbow him in the stomach.
“I’m sure she would say the same about you.” Thor replies offering Fili his hand which the dwarf takes.
Then before anyone has a chance to say anything else the ground shakes and a loud roar can be heard throughout the skies. Loki and Thor share a look before turning to look at Tauriel who had moved to look outside.
“Guess that’s my queue.” Thor says as a smile covers his lips. “You help get them out?”
“And you kill the dragon, yeah I got the idea.” Loki adds as Tauriel walks back inside.
“We have no time. We must leave.” She announces as she grabs jackets and starts handing them out to the children.
“We’re not leaving. Not without our father.” Bain says as he moves to stand beside her.
“If you stay here, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?” Tauriel asks him and he shakes his head.
“Be safe.” Loki starts speaking only so Thor can hear. “You know he’s different from the dragons you’re used to.”
“I know.” Thor replies giving him a smirk as he rushes out the door into the night.
“Where’s he going?” Fili asks as she steadies his brother beside him.
“To kill a dragon of course.” Loki replies making everyone in the room stop and stare at him. “It’s not his first, won’t be his last. Come on let’s get you all to safety first.”
Loki, Tauriel, the dwarves, and Bard’s family get on a boat at the back of the house. They set off down the canal, poling the boat through the floating chunks of ice. Smaug swoops low overhead, and the townspeople scream. Smaug soars high above and away from the town, then turns and dives steeply toward the town, building up fire in his chest. As he gets over the town, he unleashes his flames, and he breathes his fire in a line all the way across the town. People scream and fall and die in the inferno.
“Anytime now brother.”
Thor jumps up onto a nearby roof and giving a smirk unsheathes his sword. Lightning emanates from his entire body as he jumps up into the air and launches himself at Smaug. A loud clap of thunder echoes across the sky as his sword strikes Smaug’s impenetrable scales. Smaug is sent soaring backwards at the force of the blow. Thor lets out a hearty laugh as he rushes off after him.
Smaug collects himself and looks around trying to find what hit him. He feels something land on his back, and he turns to see a man standing there with a bright smile on his face.
“Hello!” Thor calls as he gives him a slight wave.
“What are you?!” Smaug questions as he lands on some nearby houses.
“They call me the God of Thunder.” Thor replies jumping off his back landing on a nearby rooftop.
“Ah, I see now. You’re here for her.” Smaug calls out making Thor narrow his eyes at the dragon.
“You’re correct.” Thor replies gripping tightly to the hilt of his sword.
“She will die here.” Smaug says making Thor clench his jaw.
“I won’t let that happen.” Thor replies.
“You will be powerless to stop it.” Smaug growls making Thor’s body fill with anger. “She will die, and you will have to stand there and watch.”
He wanted to kill this dragon. He had never wanted anything more. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t his dragon to kill. It was the Bards. He couldn’t change the story. The events that happened her had to happen. Thor looks down at where Loki was glancing up at him. Loki knew what Thor wanted to do but he just shook his head.
Clenching his jaw, he looks around the floating town around him and sees someone racing toward a nearby tower with a bow in hand. That must be the Bard. Thor looks at his hand that was holding his sword and smiles.
“You aren’t clairvoyant dragon.” Thor says meeting Smaug’s eyes. “I know how this story ends.”
“Oh really?” Smaug questions and Thor chuckles.
“You know you’re pretty small for a dragon.” Thor antagonizes.
“What?” Smaug retorts in annoyance.
“Are you sure you’re a dragon? I mean I’ve fought bigger. Those dragons doubled your size. Were you the runt of your litter?” Thor continues as he watches from the corner of his eye as Bard readies his bow with his son Bain next to him.
“You and she, are more alike than you think.” Smaug growls and Thor smiles.
“Well…” He pauses lightning coursing through his body. “She is my sister.”
Thor sends a shockwave of electricity toward Smaug giving Bard the opening he needs to fire the black arrow.
It hurtles through the air and sinks all the way to the feathers, almost 6-7 feet, into Smaug’s chest through the spot without a scale. As Smaug leaps forward in pain and fear, Bard grabs Bain, just as Smaug careens into the tower. Thor zooms forward and grabs Bard and Bain before they fall with the tower into the water. Smaug rolls and slides through the town, destroying everything in the town. He struggles to fly into the sky. With massive effort, he manages to flap a few hundred feet up, screaming and wheezing in pain, then gasps for breath. His eyes lose their light, and he falls back down upon the city, dead, with the end of the arrow sticking out of his heart. He lands directly upon the Master’s boat, crushing it and presumably killing everyone on board.
“Thank you,” Bard says as he grips tightly to Thor’s hand.
“No thanks necessary.” Thor replies as he carries them over to the boat where the rest of Bard’s family, the dwarves, the elf, and Loki were waiting.
The girls rush their father and brother as Thor sets them down.
“We should help those we can.” Thor says to his brother and Loki tilts his head at him.
“How do we do that? There’s not enough room in the boat for everyone.” Tauriel points out as she motions the full boat.
“I can fly around and help those I can.” Thor replies before turning to Loki. “You can conjure a boat big enough for all.”
“I can, but why would I do that?” Loki questions making Thor furrow his brow.
“What do you mean why?” Thor inquires meeting his brother’s gaze.
“The dragon is dead, we should collect (Name) and return home before it’s too late.”
“We can’t just leave these people to suffer.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not what (Name) would want.” Thor replies and Loki rolls his eyes.
Warnings: Heartbreaks ; angst ; fluff ; fighting ; mentions of death ; slight Smut ; mentions of sex ; ETC
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader ; Thorin Oakenshield X Reader ; Bucky X Reader X Thorin ; Marvel X Reader X Hobbit
A/N sorry it’s been so long since i updated, i ended up getting really sick and am slowly getting my health back. i hope you guys like this and always please do not hesitate to let me know what you think.
Getting Smaug to follow me to the forge was simple. Insult his ego and that would do the trick. It was surprisingly easy to do. Calling to wind I use the breeze to lift myself up into the air so that I am floating high enough above the ground so that if I needed to get away quickly I could.
“Where are you little insect?” I hear Smaug call out and I smile mischievously.
“Now that’s just rude, I never called you any names.” I retort as I slink behind a column.
“Why do you help the dwarves? He will betray you; you know this.” Smaug growls his voice inching closer to me.
“He wouldn’t be the first, and I doubt he’ll be the last.” I add my mind drifting to think of Bucky. “I’m starting to think I should just switch to women permanently. They’re nicer to be around anyway, and the sex is pretty amazing.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Princess.” Smaug adds and I narrow my eyes.
“I don’t see a need too. I’m just helping them with what they need.” I reply as I watch Thorin, and the rest of the company sneak through a large hallway. Balin turns into a side tunnel, but Thorin continues forward with Bilbo at his heels.
“Don’t you wish to return home?” Smaug asks I feel my heart clench. “I know the one who can help you.”
Thorin hearing Smaug’s words is distracted from his current mission and stops in his steps. He turns towards me, and our eyes meet.
“Is it the same one who wants me for his own selfish desires? Cause if so, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t negotiate with evil dictators.”
Thorin turns and begins to go back to Bilbo and Balin but stops suddenly. They all see Smaug at the end of the hallway. He had taken the opening from our talk to sniff out the dwarves. Thorin yells at Bilbo to follow Balin. I rush forward and place myself between them. Balin pulls Bilbo into the side tunnel just as Smaug’s chest glows orange and he unleashes his fire throughout the hall.
Thorin runs the other way and leaps into the air, falling into a deep pit. He catches onto a chain with a bucket at the end of it, and it begins descending just as Smaug rushes past me and leaps into the pit as well. Smaug claws his way down the tunnel, snapping at Thorin on the chain.
I race to the pit as Dwalin runs up beside me. He yells after him into the pit and I look around for something to help get him out. Dwalin smashes his axe into the machinery holding the chain Thorin is holding on to, and the chain stops descending abruptly. Beside Dwalin, a heavy holding bucket on the other end of the same chain begins descending rapidly, causing Thorin’s chain to fly upward.
I hold my hand out and calling earth send out a fist of rock that wraps around Smaug’s mouth holding it closed as Thorin soars upward, narrowly missing Smaug’s head. Nori, at the top of the pit, hits another machine, and its gears spin rapidly, pulling Thorin on his chain rapidly upward. Smaug thrashes wildly against my stone grasp causing the earth to crumble around him. Smaug roars and blows smoke straight up the pit after Thorin. Thorin manages to reach the top and throw himself on a ledge just as the fire erupts beside him. I place myself between him and the pit letting my body absorb the fire.
“Go! Go!” I yell out as I feel my body start to become overwhelmed by the sudden overuse of my powers.
Thorin and Nori run through narrow slits between tall, stone pillars and join the other dwarves and Bilbo. They are standing in front of several massive dwarf furnaces, each at least 10 yards high.
“The plan’s not going to work. These furnaces are stone cold.” Dwalin cries out as I move over to stand near them my body burning hot.
“He’s right; there’s no fire hot enough to set them ablaze.” Balin adds and I eye the forge.
The furnaces are all dark, with no sign of fire within. Thorin turns to look at me and I know what he’s thinking.
“Isn’t there?” I ask as I move toward them. I stumble a little and he reaches out to catch me.
“You don’t have to do this, you’re exhausted.”
“You’re right I am, but I have to do this.” I wince as pull out of his grasp. “You might want to hide behind something.” I warn as my body is covered in fire.
They all rush behind pillars just as the fire exploded from within me. The fire goes past the pillars and reaches all the way to the furnaces. The dwarves and Bilbo, though not in the direct path of the fire, yell from the pain, heat, and pressure. Fire suddenly comes out of the bottoms of the furnaces, and they begin glowing and working. Smaug growls in confusion and anger as his head pops out of the pit behind them.
I fall to my knees my vision starting to get blurry as I look around for anything to hold on too. The dwarves run from the pillars as Smaug begins battering at them with his head. They are immensely strong, like a latticework of metal, but they begin to bend under Smaug’s tremendous strength.
“Bombur! Get those bellows working. Go!” Thorin calls out as he runs to my side and lifts me to my feet.
Bombur runs and leaps onto a chain next to a forge. The chain slides down with his weight, and he lands on the handle of a massive bellows. The bellows compress and blast air into the furnace, which exhumes bright blue flames. On top of the furnaces is a massive pile of unrefined gold, at least 10 yards in diameter. Thorin turns and sees the latticework continue to bend from Smaug’s bashing.
“Bilbo! Up there, on my mark, pull that lever.” Thorin calls as he points Bilbo toward a lever high up on a mound, and Bilbo runs toward it. The dwarves run toward the forges as the latticework begins to break. Thorin grabs Balin. “Balin, can you still make some flash-flame?”
“Aye. It’ll only take a jiffy.” Balin replies as he grabs some of the other dwarves to help him. “Come on!”
“We don’t have a jiffy.” Dwalin calls out as he looks at the latticework, which is bending dangerously from Smaug’s blows.
“Take her with you.” Thorin orders as he hands me over to Dwalin.
“I’m fine I just need a moment.” I retort as I take a deep breath.
Under the force of Smaug’s onslaught, the latticework finally gives way and falls to the ground. Smaug storms into the furnace room. He looks about, growling. In a storage room nearby, Balin and some other dwarves frantically mix various powders into jars to make flash-flame bombs. Bilbo clambers up some steps and reaches the lever mounted high on a tower; Smaug begins walking toward him.
Smaug raises his head to look at Bilbo, then looks to the side and sees Thorin standing there. Smaug turns and snarls at Thorin, and Thorin yells to Bilbo. “Now!”
Bilbo jumps into the air and pulls down on the lever just as Smaug lunges toward Thorin. Huge jets of water burst out of carved faces in the wall behind Bilbo and slam into Smaug, knocking him off balance and quenching the flames he was beginning to blow at Thorin. Smaug slides into the side of a furnace from the force of the water, and the glow in his chest disappears.
Roaring in rage, Smaug flaps into the air and begins thrashing about madly. The jets of water cause a watermill to begin turning some gears, which causes the various rope conveyor belts to begin operating. Some of them are full of heavy chunks of rock and ore.
Smaug begins crawling toward Thorin again. Above him, Gloin and Bifur have arrived on the bucket conveyor belt. As Bilbo begins to climb down the mound, Smaug approaches Thorin. Suddenly, there is a flash of blue light on the side of his head. Balin, Ori, and Dori are throwing flash-flame bombs at Smaug. However, Smaug is not at all fazed by them and continues toward Thorin. Above Smaug, Gloin raises his axe and cuts the rope of the conveyor belt full of heavy rocks below him, dropping tons of rocks on Smaug and making him fall to the ground, roaring.
The gold atop the furnaces is completely melted now. Thorin runs over to a furnace and pulls on a chain, opening a gate which allows the molten gold to flow out of the furnaces and through troughs built into the ground. Smaug, tangled in the ropes of the conveyor belt, thrashes about and hits the rope of the conveyor belt Gloin and Bifur are in, breaking it and knocking it to the floor.
They miraculously land on the ground unhurt. Beneath Smaug, rivers of molten gold flow through the troughs on the floor.
“Lead him to the Gallery of the Kings!” Thorin turns and begins running, shouting back at the dwarves.
As Smaug thrashes about, one of the heavy metal buckets tangled on him goes flying toward Bilbo on top of the mound. Bilbo yells and ducks, and the bucket misses him but takes large chunks out of the wall.
Thorin grabs a wheelbarrow and runs while pushing it, dodging Smaug’s thrashing limbs. Smaug’s tail smashes into the base of the mound, cracking it and worrying Bilbo. Thorin throws the wheelbarrow into a channel of gold and leaps into the wheelbarrow; it floats on the gold and is carried along. Seeing this, Smaug roars and whips his head around, finally getting rid of the ropes and buckets tangled around him. He stomps over to a small entrance at the base of the mound where all the troughs of liquid gold join and lead out of the room. Before he can get to Thorin, Thorin on his wheelbarrow floats through the entrance, just as the mound collapses and Bilbo falls. He manages to hit the ground rolling. Smaug sees Bilbo and snarls. Thorin turns his head back and yells for Bilbo to run.
“Bilbo!” I cry out as I push away from Dwalin and force myself to run toward the water.
Bilbo takes off running with Smaug in pursuit. I reach out and taking a deep breath call for the water to heed my bidding. It swirls around my body like a serpent until it takes the form of a giant water dragon. Smaug pauses his assault for a moment to roar angrily at it.
“I will not let you hurt anyone else.” I growl out angrily my voice echoing through the water serpents’ lips like a deadly threat. Throwing my arms forward the serpent takes on a mind of its own and coils dangerously around Smaug trying to douse his inner flame. Bilbo leaps onto a large stone slide and I move over to follow him. Smaug fights chaotically with the serpent demolishing all the stone structures nearby with his wings.
Bilbo and I, running from Smaug and the water serpents fight, run through a doorway and into a massive hall adorned with banners hundreds of feet tall. Just as he runs in, the wall above the doorway explodes as Smaug Is slammed through it by the water serpent. Bilbo runs frantically from the flying rocks but is caught beneath the cloth of a falling banner and knocked to the floor.
The serpent lets out a victorious roar as Smaug leaps to the floor and shouts angrily.
“You think you could win against me?” He yells as his eyes turn to focus on me. The serpent coiling protectively around me.
“I may not be able to hurt you, but you have come from Laketown. There is- is some sort of scheme hatched between these filthy dwarves and those miserable cup-trading Lakemen. Those sniveling cowards with their longbows and black arrows!” Smaug is talking to himself, and his voice breaks in both anger and fear when he mentions the black arrows. “Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit.”
Smaug turns to go to Laketown, and fear fills my body.
“No, you can’t!” I yell out as I rush after him, his sudden realization breaking my concentration and the water serpent dissipates from around me to nothing but a puddle by my feet. “This isn’t their fault! Wait! You cannot go to Laketown.”
Hearing this, Smaug stops for a moment, then turns toward me, who is running after him.
“You care about them, do you? Good. Then you can watch them die.” Smaug turns and strides off down the hall. Suddenly, a voice sounds from one end of the hall, where there is a massive stone structure that looks roughly like a dwarf. The voice is Thorin’s; he is standing atop the structure.
“Here, you witless worm!”
Smaug stops in his track, snarling and squinting in anger. He then turns toward Thorin.
“You.” Smaug growls his eyes narrowing at Thorin.
“I am taking back what you stole.”
“You would take nothing from me, Dwarf. I laid low your warriors of old. I instilled terror in the hearts of men. I am King under the Mountain.” His head is level with Thorin now; Bilbo and I watch from an adjoining hall.
“This is not your kingdom. These are dwarf lands, this is dwarf gold, and we will have our revenge.”
Unseen by Smaug, there are chains attached to various places on the back of the stone dwarf structure Thorin is standing on, and the ends of these chains are held by the other dwarves. As Thorin speaks, Smaug’s chest and neck glow with fire, and Thorin slowly reaches up toward a rope above him. Just as Smaug opens his mouth, Thorin yells something in Khuzdul.
Thorin yanks on the rope, and a pin behind the stone falls out, releasing heavy wooden bands and chains that had been wrapped tightly around the stone. Smaug rears his head in confusion. The other dwarves pull mightily on their chains, and more pins like the first are pulled out of the stone. The stone structure, which is now revealed to be the mold into which the liquid gold from earlier poured into, falls apart and reveals a massive statue of a dwarf king, made entirely out of solid gold. Thorin swings away on a rope to escape the falling rocks. Smaug looks at the golden statue, which is even larger than him, in awe and desire. As he approaches it, his mouth opens slightly in greed.
Suddenly, the gold around the statue’s eyes warps and then explodes into liquid; the gold in the statue had not yet fully solidified, and the entire statue collapses and explodes into burning hot liquid. Smaug roars in anger as the statue melts, and scrabbles backward to escape the gold. However, he cannot move fast enough and the tidal wave of gold hits him and knocks him over. As he roars, he is entirely smothered and drowned in the gold, which fills the entire hall in a layer several feet deep.
The gold settles, and no sign of Smaug is seen. The dwarves begin to smile in joy, but suddenly, the surface of the golden lake explodes as Smaug leaps out. He is entirely covered in gold, and he screams in anger and pain.
“Ahh! Revenge?! Revenge! I will show you REVENGE!” Smaug yells out as he runs down the hallway and takes off in flight. The mountain breaks as an enraged Smaug smashes his way out. He flaps his wing and lifts off into the sky, spinning and causing the remaining gold on him to fall off in a golden shimmer. He swoops off toward Laketown.
Watching him fly away, Bilbo despairingly pants and looks on in shock. “What have we done?”
I go to follow him when Thorin grabs my arm. I look at his hand before my eyes meet his.
“Let me go! They can’t handle a dragon. They’ll be slaughtered and it’s all our fault.”
“You can barely keep yourself standing. You’re in no condition to fight anymore.” Thorin replies and I go to pull away only to feel the world swirl around me. I had overdone it. My body was spent. I couldn’t do anything but watch as Smaug flew off to murder innocent people.
“I won’t sit here and do nothing.” I start again but this time when I went to pull away, I collapse to the ground completely exhausted.
locked-winchesters-middleearth asked: Hi! I absolutely adore your guy’s work! Could I request a Thorin X Reader where they’re secretly in love and he takes her behind a tree one night and ravishes her, trying to keep quiet? Thank you! Written by: Anna Pairing: Thorin X Reader Notes: I’m not all that comfortable writing smut at the moment… More like I’m just a crappy writer, so this is more pg-13, sorry >.< Hope you like it all the same though c:
You were roused suddenly by a soft rustling noise from behind where you had set up your bed roll. “(y/n)!” You heard a gruff voice whisper from behind you.
Rolling over so you were on your side, you looked up to see Thorin crouched over you, his hair dangling down the side of his face as his hand rested on your shoulder. “What are you doing?” You hissed in reply. “It’s practically midnight.”
“Get up.” He ordered, his voice still in a almost harsh whisper as he wrapped his hand around your bicep.
You groaned, rolling back over so you weren’t facing him any longer, trying to lull yourself back into your peaceful slumber. But of course, the future dwarf king was having none of that.
A second later, you found yourself being tugged back over so you were facing him once more, but this time he pulled you upwards and into his arms, tugging you to his feet. You suppressed a shriek of surprise, not wanting to wake the others as you were unwillingly jerked from your comfortable bedroll.
“Thorin!” You demanded, “What in Mahal’s name are you doing?!”
He began to pull you along behind him, his hand wrapped gently around your wrist as he tugged you away from the group. But he didn’t say a word, only moving forwards until the two of you were hidden in the edge of the trees along the clearing that the company had settled down in.
A second later you had found yourself being spun around and pushed back against the rough bark of a nearby tree. You were shocked for a moment as you tried to comprehend what had just happened, but when you saw Thorin standing in front of you, his body pressed up against yours, you realized what he was doing.
You let out a tired breath. “Thorin, I’m exhausted, can’t we just get a little bit of rest?” You practically begged, meekly trying to push him away, but being unsuccessful.
A growl burst from his throat as his eyes bore into yours. You were about to try and push the dwarf you loved so dearly away once more, but before you could, he had surged forwards and pressed his lips tightly against your own, fiercely kissing you.
You groaned against his mouth, the tiredness from a moment ago diminishing by the second. Thorin was pressing you tightly against the tree, one of his arms wrapping around your waist while the other trailed up your side, drawing closer to your chest. You had pulled your arms up around his head and wound your fingers into his curly hair, tugging it slightly as the kiss became more and more heated.
He broke away from you, both of you breathing heavily as your mouths hovered closely to each others. “Are you still tired?” He breathed, his nose brushing against yours.
A moan escaped your lips, as you closed your eyes in ecstasy. “No.” You got out, only wanting him to kiss you again.
You could see the grin on the prince’s face now as he adjusted his grip on you, shifting you further into his arms. “Good.”
anonymous asked: Would it be possible to write an imagine with fili where you sneak into erebor (after the bofa) because its raining and you have no home and fili finds you and takes care of you in his room? Written by: Anna Pairing: Fili X Reader
Cold.
The cold was all you could feel, it seeped into your veins and ate at your fingers as you tugged desperately at your jacket, trying to warm yourself up through the thick, damp fur.
But the damn rain was making that near impossible!
You were positive that if you didn’t get out of the rain in the next few minutes you would die, luckily, you had some sort of idea as to where you were exactly. Stuck between Dale and Erebor, you had no place to go, Dale refused to let you in, not welcoming any strangers, so now your only chance was Erebor.
Upon making it to the large gates of the mountain, you looked up, water flooding into your eyes as you realized that there was no one on guard at that moment. “N-n-no!” You groaned, your teeth chattering wildly.
You had no idea what you were going to do, observing the gates, you stepped towards them, placing your hands on the cold, wet bars. You could hardly feel the cold anymore, you were almost past the point of freezing at that point, and it was all you could do to not fall over and let yourself go right there.
And that was when you realized that if you maneuvered your body just right, you might be able to slip through the bars! Forcing yourself to stay upright, you turned sideways, shoving your body in between two thick bars, wiggling around as you almost got caught between them, but you just barely managed to slip through.
Once you were on the inside of the gates, you had scampered towards the warmth radiating from inside the mountain, hoping to not be caught. The rain had disappeared from around you, but you were spent, exhausted actually.
You tried to make some noise, to try and get someone’s attention, but you couldn’t make a sound, you were just too tired.
A second later, you had collapsed in the beautiful, dully lit hallways of the great kingdom, your body physically unable to support itself any longer as your knees gave out underneath you.
And the next thing you knew, your eyes slipped shut and you were pulled into unconsciousness.
()()()()()()
You awoke to a warm touch on your forehead, warmth was absolutely flooding through your veins. A moan escaped your lips as you turned sideways, pulling yourself further into the warmth of whatever was surrounding your body, not that you cared.
Slowly, you managed to pull open your eyes, regaining consciousness. When you managed to look around the room, you noticed that you were laying on a large bed, blankets piled all around you.
The second thing you noticed was the man sitting next to you, his hands resting next to you on the bed. He seemed to notice that you’d woken up, his eyes widening as he held his hands up in a calming manner, but you weren’t worried, just… tired.
“Are you feeling alright?” He asked, standing up.
After a brief hesitation, you nodded, not trusting your words at the moment. He helped you sit up, placing you against a plethora of pillows by the headboard of the bed before sitting back down.
You cleared your throat, looking up at the man and finally got a good look at him. He was rather attractive in your opinion, he had long blond hair, and a braided moustache (that you thought was strangely cute, but you weren’t planning on mentioning it.) and he had beautiful blue eyes.
“So…” You began, testing your voice out. “Em, what happened?”
He gave a small chuckle. “Well, I was hoping you could tell me that. You showed up in Erebor, your presence unknown to everyone, and you were found, passed out on the ground.” The male said to her, sending her an uneasy glance.
You found yourself trying to move around, wanting to get up, but you were quickly stopped when a hand was placed on your shoulder to push you back into the pillows. “I’m sorry, but you should stay sitting, you had blacked out, it’s not going to be good if you get up and black out again.” He warned, his large hand soft against your shoulder.
The male reached over and grabbed something off the bedside table, pulling it into your line of vision. You gave a sigh of relief when you saw that it was a glass of water. “Here, drink this.” He said.
Happily, you accepted the glass and took gently sips, careful not to down it all at once, and when you were done, the male took it back. “Thank you.” You mumbled, scooting further down into the warm blankets.
“What’s your name?” The blond perked up, his curiosity taking the better of him.
You turned on your side to look at him, his blue eyes piercing yours as he patiently awaited your answer. “…I’m (y/n).” You introduced, hesitantly.
He smiled warmly at you, almost dreamily. “(y/n),” He repeated to himself. “It’s lovely.”
You felt a blush rise up to your cheeks at his compliment. “T-thank you… what’s yours?” You asked in response, your curiosity getting the better of you. “It’s only fair.” You added.
The dwarf sent you a cheeky smile. “Fili, at your service.” He introduced with a small bow.
“It’s nice to meet you Fili.” You smiled, cuddling yourself further up into the blankets.
Fili gave a deep chuckle, throwing his head back, making you smile. Thankfully, he seemed to notice how tired you still were, and he silenced himself once more. “Maybe you should get back to sleep, (y/n), you’ve been through a lot.” He offered, resting his hand right next to your face.
You were practically asleep already, your eyes slipping shut ever so slowly. You hummed almost inaudibly as you let your eyes slip shut. “Goodnight, Fili,” You muttered, not quite sure of what you were saying. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
The last thing you heard before you slipped back into the land of dreams was a warm laugh and soft lips press against your forehead, lulling you off to sleep that much faster.
