Fed up with the tediousness of the crypt like feel of your clan’s mountain home you had snuck through the gates unaccompanied. The forest had often proved your friend. The quiet solitude away from the complaints and constant buzz of activity of your fellow clansmen (clanspeople?) and surrounded by only the comings and goings of the woodland creatures and insects allowed you to unwind.
Travelling down the narrow path to your favourite spot that led to a small babbling brook you noticed that the path had been travelled recently. The brush had been damaged, the wild flora trampled. It was unusual as the path was hidden, unknown to most occupants of the mountain. You made a note to be weary of anything suspicious but continued on your way.
After a pleasant walk you found yourself at the small brook. Signs of a large, abandoned campsite were scattered around the clearing surrounding the stream. Yet you found nobody there and made yourself comfortable at a distance to the leftover clutter. Unpacking your small satchel, you began to fetch your lunch when a glint caught your eye. Surprised you crawled forward on your knees and retrieved the object from the river.
A pendant sat in your palm, the gold chain and pendant gleaming from the droplets that still clung to it from its icy bath. A ruby as red as blood was set in the middle surrounded my small runic inscriptions. Despite recognising the dwarven runes of your race you could not make out what they said. You could only guess that they were centuries old from a forgotten sub-dialect. Finding a clasp on the side you opened the pendant to find that it was in fact a locket containing a new family portrait. A family of five was proudly posed in the portrait and you stopped to admire the eldest son. He was rather regal and handsome. You blushed and scolded yourself at your snooping, though it did nothing to quell your heightened excitement of finding the lockets owner. Quickly gathering up your belongings you slipped the antique pendant securely in your bag and rushed back to your kingdom to find out as much as you could about the newfound treasure and the occupants of the camp.
It turned out that a small group of dwarves from the newly lost kingdom of Erebor had sought out the safety and aid of (Y/K/N) as they continued their search of a new home. How you had missed such news you did not know. You were excited and disappointed in equal measures. Learning about where such a treasure had come from thrilled you and yet you felt guilty in being unable to return such a valuable and likely prized possession to its owner, especially one who likely had lost most of their possessions in the Sack of Erebor. Alas, all you could do for the time was keep the antique prize safe.
You had followed the news that flowed into (Y/K/N) of the Ereborian refugees for several years since you had come across the pendant. The dwarves had finally settled in the Blue Mountains, their leader Thorin carving them out new halls. Thorin’s halls were said to be much more modest than the riches that the Long Beards had once been accustomed to. Though you supposed after all this time they were relieved to have finally found a place to settle.
Deciding that you had held onto the possession for long enough you decided to make the trek to the Blue Mountains with a caravan of traders from your kingdom who were headed there. There was safety in numbers, and you were far too timid, and perhaps smart, to travel the roads on your own. Your companions proved friendly enough and made sure to make you feel included amongst their ranks, something you deeply appreciated.
However, after a month of travel you were relieved to set your sights upon the Blue Mountain settlement. It had been a long and tiring journey as you were unused to such conditions or lengths of travel. Unsure of where to start you decided to accompany your companions to Thorin’s halls. You were unsure of who would greet you but were hopeful that they could perhaps recognise one of the dwarves in the portrait.
A kindly dwarf who was getting on in his years greeted you and took a log of the merchants and their goods. Having introduced himself as Balin, friend and aide to Thorin Oakenshield, you knew that he would be a good person to ask about the locket. So, once the formalities were finished and the merchants had begun to disperse you approached him.
“Forgive me Balin, my name is (Y/N). I travelled here with the caravan from (Y/K/N). Many years ago, I found a locket in a campsite near to our mountain and was told that it likely came from one of your people. There is a portrait in the locket, and I was hoping that you may recognise the family” you politely questioned. Balin looked surprised, “You are very kind to have travelled such a journey to try and find the owner. I would be happy to help. Show me the image and I will try to help.”
Retrieving the locket from a secure pocket in your pack you unclasped it and gestured for Balin to take. Upon casting his eyes upon it the elderly darrows eyes bulged. “I do not have to see the portrait to know who this belongs to” Balin breathlessly spoke, “Follow me.” With that he turned and began too hastily pace away. Left with the locket in your hand and your pack undone you quickly gathered your things together and raced after him.
After rushing down several long hallways Balin came to a stop at a large door. Knocking heavily on the door he did not pause to hear the answer before he pushed it open and gestured you inside. You found a darrow sat at a large desk pouring over some maps, though he had paused to look at the two of you. Though he had aged slightly since the drawing had been done, you recognised the darrow as the eldest son in the locket.
“This dam has found something of yours and has come all the way from (Y/K/N) to return it Thorin” Balin grinned. Thorin. As in the Prince of the sacked kingdom. Mahal. You stepped forward timidly under the intense stare of the darrow. Reaching into your pocket you pulled the locket out and stretched it out towards him. “I found this in a brook outside of (Y/K/N) not long after your people had passed through. I felt guilty holding onto it as it looked like a family heirloom, so I travelled here to return it to the owner not realising it was yours my prince. Balin was the one who recognised that you were the owner.”
Thorin, who had risen from his desk and made his way over to the pair of you, carefully took it from your hand brow furrowed. “What do you want for it? Surely you did not do this from the kindness of your heart” Thorin interrogated cautiously. “I only ask that I may have a dry place to sleep until I can return with the merchants home” you asked sincerely. Thorin taken aback by your answer nodded. “Very well, you will stay with my family in our home.”
Imagine deciding to take Bilbo back home after Thorin’s outburst…
You quietly rolled up the blanket and fastened it with a strap on top of your backpack. Turning around, you saw Bilbo pick up his walking stick and nod to himself as if agreeing that this was the best decision. A part of you didn’t want to leave this adventure so soon but you too had grown tired of the company’s ill treatment of your friend.
Particularly Thorin.
The leader of the dwarf group had made it clear on several occasions that the less-experienced Hobbit didn’t belong with them. After the stress with trolls and more recently, Stone Giants, everyone was on edge. But Thorin once again had snapped at Bilbo for slipping off the edge of the rock face.
That was the last straw for you.
Once the company had fallen asleep, you approached Bilbo and he confided in you that perhaps Thorin was right. With Bilbo’s hope barely visible, you planned to leave that night. A plan that would have worked perfectly if Bofur wasn’t on guard duty.
“Where are you both off to?” He asked quickly, quite shocked with the pair all dressed up.
Bilbo fell silent, not sure what to say but you adjusted the strap on your shoulder. “I’m taking him home.”
“What? Why?”
“Thorin was right. I should never have come.” Bilbo told the kind dwarf.
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Which Tolkien characters would date a Gardener/Botanist
This is so self indulgent I’m sorry. Also tagging @beenovel because I think they like Botany too and I love them(surprise babe I got it done tonight ha)
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Sam
I mean, duh. Sam’s a gardener himself and basically the only working class Hobbit of the bunch, he would probably be ecstatic about having a fellow plant nerd with him. And it also helps that you’re really pretty but shhhh. You’d help him so much during his daily life - telling him all about proper plant care that even he didn’t know and introducing him to new species of plants that he can show Mr Frodo. You gave him some sunscreen once (because God knows we need that) and he still thanks you to this day for it. 100% leaves hints for you using the language of flowers, hoping the roses he gives you will say what he never dares to.
Frodo
Listen,, Frodo has a thing for gardeners. I can’t prove it, but you can’t disprove it either. Check mate. But in all seriousness, I can totally see him falling for a plant parent. Just imagine him watching you and his beloved Sam talk about plants together with the biggest darn heart eyes the Shire’s ever seen. Being the cute little nerd he is, he’d ask all about the meaning of different plants as a subtle way to communicate his feelings. He’s sweet like that.
Aragorn
He’d definitely be more into the field botanist type of plant nerd. Someone who can identify which plants are which, what not to eat and what tastes delicious. For instance, he was very thankful that you reminded him that creeping charlie is toxic to horses before he almost poisoned poor Brego. Sometimes, when you’re rattling off plant facts, he can’t help himself and kisses you for being so clever. At first he saw you as a wonderful traveling partner but that definitely develops into something more over time
Thranduil
Okay just hear me out. Mirkwood is so pretty and you cannot tell me they have interesting beautiful flora in there. Imagine a field botanist wandering into his lands and getting their ass kindly handed to them by the giant spiders (yikes) only to be saved by the Elven King himself.. who then makes them his personal gardener. That’s a fic I’d read in a heartbeat. He’d get only the finest seeds and bulbs for his darling little plant enthusiast, especially when his feelings grow stronger. Totally makes you cover up because he doesn’t want your “pretty little face getting sunburned”. He much prefers to make you red in other ways
Legolas
Like father like son. But, of course, he’s a little different about it. You want to go out foraging and studying? He’s right out there with you! Elves are in touch with nature in a way us Humans can’t even comprehend - that’s a field day for plant lovers. He probably knows all about plants himself, and would happily tell you all about the Elven uses and folklore of your favorite Flora. He’d be absolutely fascinated to hear about the human side of that too. He’ll protect you out on your little research expeditions and practically beg you to tell him all about plants. Match made in heaven.
Thorin
I know this seems weird, but listen. This is the dwarf who (clearly, in my opinion) fell in love with Bilbo flipping Baggins. I’m convinced he has a thing for cottagecore icons. I know it in my heart. A botanist would probably have a hell of a time figuring out what plants can grow best in Erebor’s mountain soil. And yes, he’d comfort you when you feel like ripping your hair out trying to do that haha. Absolutely sets apart an entire outdoor area for your little garden. He’d probably give you a window room (aside from his chambers ) so you can grow some indoor plants too.
Beorn
We’ve seen this man’s house in the movies. He wouldadore a gardener partner. He takes care of the animals and livestock, you take care of the blooms. He takes you out on rides around the forest, you sitting on his back while he’s in bear form, perfectly content to listen to you ramble away about the different kinds of trees. Beorn is very impressed that you know so much about plants. And if herbal medicine is your thing, that’d certainly come in handy with all the cuts he gets driving off orcs. Seeing you take care of him like that is actually a tad flustering, though he resolves to fluster you right back to hide the peachiness in his own face. You two likely met because he saw you checking out the plants around his territory, but he saw you meant no harm (and that you were cute) so you two became friends (and soon partners) very quick.
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.
Request: “Hii can i request a kili x reader prompt with 129. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four”? Both crushing on each other and teasing each other and it ends with kili asking her out? Ignore this if you don’t like it, have a wonderful day ” Anon
A/N: Kili is always finding reasons to be around you - perhaps one day he’ll do something about it
The cavern was stifling as innumerable fires roared. The rock of the walls was stained black with soot as coal and ash escaped the chimneys. Tunnels were dug upwards to the surface to relieve the smoke, but it was somehow still hazy within.
She was stoking her own furnace, prodding the coals turning white hot with the heat. Her hands were smeared with grease and coal dust, cracked from the dry smoke of the air. Her face was similarly stained, freckled with the salt of the earth.
Her hair was tied back in a thick braid, but it still frizzled with humidity and static. She had to blow a few wavy strands from her line of vision. She extracted a pair of iron pincers from her leather apron, moving into the fire to grab a cannister of molten lead.
It burned fire red and the contents redder still. She carefully turned to her station where a mold lay waiting.
She was just pouring the steaming metal when an interruption graced her concentration.
“Hello, (Y/N)!”
She jumped, spilling the lead on her tools. It rapidly cooled before she could do much about it.
“Agh!” she cried, thrusting her pincers to the side, “Kili!”
The princely dwarf stood before her, a sheepish grimace on his face, but the light of his eyes was mischievous.
“Thought I’d drop by and…”
“And destroy my project!” she yelled, “You know it has to be perfect if I have any hope of being promoted in my apprenticeship. Now I’ll have to make another order to the mines, which they’ll take out of my pay, which will…”
Kili went to grasp her shoulders, “Hey – hey, there’s no need to overwork yourself. You have steam coming out of your ears as it is.”
She shoved his hands away, “Why do you feel the need to interrupt my work at the most inconvenient times?”
“I’m actually here on an errand.”
She scoffed, tossing her mold into a rubbish pile. “Since when do you run errands?”
“Since I lost a bet to Fili. I was sent to fetch his newly crafted swords. It’s a shame I plan on losing one of them on my way back to the courtroom.”
(Y/N) went to wipe her hands on an already dirtied cloth, “Then you’ve got the wrong blacksmith. I don’t handle royal weaponry.”
“I know,” Kili said, “I just… I just thought I’d drop by and visit.”
“Unfortunately, you are most unwelcome,” she grumbled, bending her knees in a bow, “My prince.”
Kili gazed at her in silence, his fists tightening at his sides. “Do you need help with that?” He pointed towards the rubbish pile and splashes of cooled lead.
(Y/N) snorted, “I wouldn’t put you anywhere near these fires. You’ll singe your beard off.” She gestured to the new growth adorning his chin, “I see you’re trying to grow it out.”
“Yes, well – I think dwarven beards are rather impressive, don’t you? I’d like it long enough to braid a few…”
“Oh, but then you’d have to give up archery.”
Kili stopped short, “You think?”
She shrugged, pumping air into her furnace, the flames crackling and blazing. Her face was shiny with sweat.
“Scruff is better than full beards anyway,” she muttered, straining as she lugged fresh coal into the hearth.
Kili was watching her arms as she moved, “Why is that?” He was pulling on the ends of his scraggly beard.
Her voice was a whisper he could barely hear above the fires, “I like them more.”
His hand ran over his chin as he hummed, “Well, this has been a complete waste of time.” He nudged her iron pincers until they fell from the workstation, “Whoops. Sorry – I’ll see you later when I wish for the company of commoners.”
She grabbed a lump of coal from her bag and chucked it at the back of his head. He merely turned enough to flash her a knowing grin.
And she returned one.
It wasn’t many days after that Kili began wandering the blacksmith mines again. He had developed a talent for evading his royal duties, though they weren’t nearly the workload that his brother had.
Still, he’d rather pester a certain girl than learn battle stratagem and crop stores.
He found her at a grinding stone, sharpening a few throwing knives. She didn’t see him until something was thrown in her lap.
She removed her hands from the stone, picking up a small bundle of wildflowers. “Are these… flowers? Did you pick me some flowers?”
Kili looked anywhere but her, “I saw them growing among the weeds. I thought them ugly, which made me think you’d like them.”
“Yes, you must know…” she stood and went to pat his chest condescendingly, “I do like ugly things. Why do you think I still talk to you?”
The smirk fell from her face as she eyed his chin.
Kili scrunched his brow at her brightened gaze, “What is it?”
“You shaved,” she said, her hand raising to hover over his cheek, “Your beards gone.”
He almost held his breath to wait and see if she’d actually hold his cheek, “Fili reminded me again and again that it was barely a beard to begin with.”
(Y/N) backed away, still holding her flowers, “Why would you shave it?” She was looking at him suspiciously.
He picked at his chin, bemused, “Like you said – I would have to give up archery. The beard would get in the way every time I strung my bow.”
The smile on her face told she thought otherwise. “You on another errand?” She turned back to her workstation, laying the flowers down.
Kili was rather delighted she didn’t immediately throw them into her furnace.
“I was bored.”
“Training yard unavailable?” She piled a handful of the sharpened throwing knives.
Kili folded his arms, tugging on the straps of his arm braces, “No, Fili is using the dart boards and targets today. I don’t have my knives, so I can’t join.”
(Y/N) stood still, hands holding two of the knives. Her eyes fell to the insignia blazoned on the handles. It was the royal seal.
Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath through her nose.
“How did you get these to me?”
Kili laughed, “I just slipped them into your box.”
She sighed, putting a hand to her brow, “Kili, you know I’m not supposed to handle royal weaponry.”
“I trust you.”
“This could have me removed from my apprenticeship.”
“Hence why I didn’t put in a work order – I just put them into your box.”
(Y/N) put her hands on the table, eyeing him now with disdain, “You just wanted an excuse to see me.”
He raised his eyebrows, scoffing, “I just wanted my knives sharpened.”
“And of the hundreds of experienced blacksmiths in these mines – you couldn’t find a single one to help you?”
Kili frowned, “I’ll pay you handsomely for the work.”
“I don’t want your money.”
His face went clear, looking at her now with a bit more sincerity. “Come on, you need a new furnace. One that works with steam – that way you don’t have to waste time pumping air and adding coal.”
“My furnace works just fine.”
He sucked in his lips, face becoming hard again, “Well, I’ll be taking them now then.” He went to the table and fisted the lot of them.
She sniffed, still huffy, “Fine.” She turned to stare at her furnace, getting angrier as she saw it needed more coal and air.
Feeling the need to yell about it, she turned around only to find Kili was gone. In place of the throwing knives was a drawstring pouch.
(Y/N) rubbed at her nose, hands on her hips in defiance. But curiosity fueled her more than anger, making her pick up the leather pouch and pull it open. Within were more gold coins than she could earn in months of work.
Kili tried his best to stay away after that. They were both too stubborn for their own good. Though it was never (Y/N) looking for Kili.
It was always Kili looking for (Y/N), and he couldn’t stay away for long. Fili kept catching him daydreaming and sulking.
This time he was led on a major chase throughout the kingdom. She was no where to be seen in the blacksmith mines, supposedly because she was on her way to deliver a sword.
He traveled floor after floor, until he came across the entrance of the throne room. He had to do a double take to make sure he was seeing right.
Itlookedlike (Y/N)… but it didn’t look like (Y/N).
She was out of her leather apron and gloves, adorning a dwarven dress and corset. Her hair was silken and freshly woven in a few braids. Trinkets and gold bands were clasped in her hair and ears.
There wasn’t a speck of coal or a spot of grease on her. It was almost strange to see her so clean.
“(Y/N)?”
She was carrying a sword and sheath in her hands, almost dropping it when he startled her.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he laughed, jogging over to her, “Since when do you leave the blacksmith?”
“Since my boss asks me to deliver all of his creations for him.” She rolled her eyes. He smiled. “I just stand there while they talk about how great he is.”
Kili couldn’t stop his grinning, “You look amazing.”
Her eyes got very wide, “Are you making fun of me?”
He immediately started panicking, “No! No, it’s just… you look… different.”
She gave him an almost pitying look. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?”
Kili scratched at the back of his head, “Not until four.”
“What are you going to do until then?”
He kicked his boot into the ground, “Well, first I was going to find you.”
“Already did that, congratulations.”
“Then I was going to make sure you weren’t so mad at me that you’d never speak to me again.”
(Y/N) turned her face to him to see his eyes wide and innocent. It took her by surprise, so much so that her voice came out in a whisper, “I’m always mad at you.”
The brown of his eyes was shining.
“But never mad enough to never talk to you again.”
Kili cracked a relieved smile, “Thank Mahal.”
She gripped the sword sheath tighter. “Now that you’ve done that. What were you going to do next?”
“I… I was going to do something about this.” He pointed his finger between the two of them.
“Something about the two of us?” she laughed.
“Something about the fact that I can’t stand being more than a day away from you. That I’ve run out of excuses to come see you. That I can’t stop thinking about you night and day. And wondering if I’m insane to think you could ever feel the same way about me.”
He found that he had gotten incredibly close to her now. He could see the anxiety rising in her.
She was still whispering when she replied, “What are you going to do about it?”
Kili tilted his head to the side, trailing his eyes all over her face. “Have dinner with me.”
“What?” she was breathless.
“Have dinner with me.” His lips quirked in a smirk, but there was very real fear in his eyes.
She had to look away before that gaze scorched her. She contemplated for a few moments. Perhaps too long because Kili felt the need to ramble on.
“We could also just go back to how things were before. You go back to being a blacksmith and I’ll just go back to being lovesick and shutting up about it before…”
“Kili – I would love to have dinner.”
He bit his tongue. “You would?”
“Tonight? How long is your four o’ clock stupid appointment?”
He laughed, his eyes twinkling, “I could make dinner on time.” He bit at the inside of his cheek, “You really do look fantastic.”
Once upon a time, you were told, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” It was a phrase that’s true meaning eluded you for the longest time, and only until now did it truly make sense.
The snow had soaked through your socks long ago, your toes feeling stiff and uncomfortable as you moved. The hole in your boots that you swore you would get sewn ended up never getting sewn at all, allowing chunks of snow and ice to make their way into the soles as you searched. For what?
Well, you weren’t sure anymore.
Dead soldiers, live ones, dead enemies, live enemies, remains, lack of…
Pausing your strides, you looked down to your feet. Instead of snow or ice, your feet were on a rocky surface. Realizing you made it to the top of the ridge you were hiking, you turned to look back on what would be soon written into books, nothing but a monologue from a teacher trying to instruct children who are bored in their chairs… The battleground for the Battle of The Five Armies.
No tears sprung to your eyes anymore at the sight of dwarves and elves alike carrying off their kin who cried out in pain as they got their wounds treated, nor did they appear as you heard the mothers weeping for their lost children.
Taking a shaky breath, you watched as your exhale clouded up before you.
“Only the dead have seen the end of war,” You recited, knowing that while you were numbed, for now, it would return eventually and be a never-ending monster that you could not banish to the depths of the darkness because you would be in it yourself. The pain. The grief. You finally understood what it meant.
Once upon a time, you were told, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” It was a phrase that’s true meaning eluded you for the longest time, and only until now did it truly make sense.
The snow had soaked through your socks long ago, your toes feeling stiff and uncomfortable as you moved. The hole in your boots that you swore you would get sewn ended up never getting sewn at all, allowing chunks of snow and ice to make their way into the soles as you searched. For what?
Well, you weren’t sure anymore.
Dead soldiers, live ones, dead enemies, live enemies, remains, lack of…
Pausing your strides, you looked down to your feet. Instead of snow or ice, your feet were on a rocky surface. Realizing you made it to the top of the ridge you were hiking, you turned to look back on what would be soon written into books, nothing but a monologue from a teacher trying to instruct children who are bored in their chairs… The battleground for the Battle of The Five Armies.
No tears sprung to your eyes anymore at the sight of dwarves and elves alike carrying off their kin who cried out in pain as they got their wounds treated, nor did they appear as you heard the mothers weeping for their lost children.
Taking a shaky breath, you watched as your exhale clouded up before you.
“Only the dead have seen the end of war,” You recited, knowing that while you were numbed, for now, it would return eventually and be a never-ending monster that you could not banish to the depths of the darkness because you would be in it yourself. The pain. The grief. You finally understood what it meant.
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