“What are those on your back, lad?” You hear Dwalin ask and that makes you swallow, hard. The mountain was reclaimed about a year ago and Thorin had been made King Under the Mountain. In order to keep in touch with all of the members of the Company, Thorin made sure to set aside one weekend every month for the company to gather together like old times.
You were all currently in the armory, sparring each other and it was currently Fili and Dwalin. They had both removed their shirts during the process and it’s when Dwalin had asked his question that you realized you left marks on Fili’s back from your rendezvous the night before.
No one but Thorin, Dis, and Kili knew about the two of you and they never gave you two a break.
“Ay. I believe it’s the mark of a lover. I didn’t realize the heir had a possible consort,” Bofur jumps in, clapping Fili on the back. Thorin and Kili shoot you knowing looks and you stick your tongue out at the both of them.
“I didn’t realize she left a few marks,” Fili says, trying to get a proper look at his back. “Oh she’s a feisty one,” Dwalin chuckles. “Who is she? A lady from the Iron Hills?” Nori asks making you scoff.
“Dams from the iron hills are known to be quite good in bed,” Bofur says, nodding at his own observation. Fili shoots you a glance and you look away.
He was the one who wanted to keep this relationship between the two of you. For what reason? You did not know but you were going to let him do whatever he wanted. That, however doesn’t mean you have to like it.
“I bet she’s a hag,” Kili says, laughing and you covertly flip him off. “Have you not met her?” Ori asks quietly. “Oh I have. Fili dear could not do better,” Kili replies and that makes you smile. You were thankful that Dis, Kili and Thorin had immediately accepted you into the family. You don’t think you could’ve handled it if they didn’t.
“Well come on lad. Aren’t you going to tell us about the lady from the iron hills?” Bofur asks.
“Yeah. Come on Fee. Lets hear about this lady of yours,” you say and he shoots you a glare making you smirk.
“Is she good in bed?” “Is she a screamer?” “Does she-”
Those questions make fili snap.
“Oh for Mahal’s sake she’s right there!” He shouts pointing at you. “Y/n and I have been courting for nearly a year already and your questions are getting on my nerves.”
There is a complete silence before dwalin starts laughing.
“Don’t worry lad. We were just trying to push your buttons. We’ve known for a while now but we were getting tired of you two pussyfooting around the subject,” he explains and that makes you smile. Always the blunt one.
“At least we know that the lassie is quite a scratcher,” Bofur says, giving you a wink and with that, you shove him off the bench. No matter how much fun they poked at you, you will always love this company.
You swing your sword into the spider before it has a chance to attack Thorin. He looks up at you and nods in thanks and you nod back.
You had joined their journey when they came to stop at Beorn’s place. You were there because he had found you almost ten years ago, badly injured from an encounter with an orc. Since then, you had been living with him and once you met the company, you left with them. Thorin didn’t want you at first since you were an elf, but Mithrandir had convinced him to let you join and here you were, saving his ass.
You pause as your hear footsteps running in the trees and turn towards the noise. Thorin has noticed it too. You see a blonde elf running through the trees and sliding down the web of the spider. He kills that one and slides under another one, killing it as well.
You watch as he moves to stand and you pull your bow, stepping in front of Thorin. You two come face to face, arrows pointed into each other’s faces. He narrows his eyes at you and you do the same.
“Don’t think I won’t kill you elf,” he snarls and tightens the string. “I could say the same for you,” you say, mimicking his movements. You feel an arm on your elbow and you look at Thorin. He nods his head and you place the bow and arrows back to where they belong.
“Legolas!” you hear a female voice say and you wince a bit as you realize you had just pointed your arrow at the prince of Mirkwood. You listen to the conversation he has with the female and you look at Thorin.
“ Do you know him? You went frigid,” he asks. “He’s the prince,” you mutter back as the prince comes over to you both. “Search them,” he orders and you are all stripped of your weapons. The guards put shackles on you and you are lead to the palace.
While you and the rest of the company are lead to the cells, Thorin is lead to the the King. You sigh at as you are pushed into the cell. You laugh as you notice a guard stop Fili to take away one of his hidden daggers.
You sigh once again as the guards leave you alone. You sit by the door and look up. You notice the prince standing on the platform above you. You make eye contact with ice blue eyes and he comes to move in front of your cell.
“Why are you with the dwarves?” he asks, coming to stand in front of your cell. “I did not think it was any of your business,” you reply not looking at him.
“You are in my kingdom,” he retorts.
“Really? I thought it was your father’s kingdom?” you ask sarcastically.
“So you know who I am?” he asks.
“Blonde hair, blue eyes. You must be a Sindarin elf and last I remember, the only sindarin elves to live in Mirkwood were the King and his son. Given the fact that you were out on guard duty, you are the prince,” you explain trying to sound smart.
He looks so surprised that you knew so much about him.
“Plus, I heard the female call you Legolas,” you say, shrugging and that causes him to smile. You smile back. “Where are you from?” he asks, taking a seat on the steps next to your door. “The Valley of Imladris,” you tell him.
You weren’t lying. You were just not telling the whole truth. You were from Imladris, but you’ve been gone for ten years. You had an argument with your father, Lord Elrond, and you had not returned since then. You did not know if he was looking for you and you did not care. You loved your life with Beorn and you had not regretted your decision to leave.
“Why travel with the dwarves? What will you get in return?” he asks and you decide to answer him this time. “You know? I have no idea. It’s just something that I wanted to do. A rash decision, yes, but a good one all the same,” you reply, looking at the wall in front of you. “How long have you been traveling with them for you to gain such an attachment?” he asks.
“Literally a day or so. I couldn’t really tell how much time has passed in the forest,” you shrug. For some unknown reason, that makes him laugh. “I’ve never heard an elf laugh or smile so much,” you tell him truthfully.
“I laugh because you are funny. You join a bunch of dwarves and you will die for them even though you’ve only known them for a day,” he says.
“And a half,” you retort, making him smile.
The two of you continue talking until another guard shows up, dragging Thorin with him.
“The king wants to see the elf,” the guard states as Legolas stands. He nods and you switch places with Thorin. Legolas and the other elf leads you to the throne room after chaining you again. Once you get there, the elvenking’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Remove the chain,” he orders and the other guard does as he’s told. Legolas stares at his father, confused. “Lady y/n. Your father has been searching for you for ten years and he thought you to be dead,” Thranduil states, making his way down from the throne and Legolas’ head snaps towards you.
“You’re Lord Elrond’s daughter?” he asks. “Surprise?” you ask back. He sighs. “Ada. If I knew she was Lord Elrond’s daughter, I would not have put her in the cells,” Legolas says, watching as his father circles you.
“Where have you been, milady? There had been many an elf searching for you,” Thranduil asks, ignoring his son.
He was curious. Lord Elrond had been in panic for the first three years of you going missing. He had even left Imladris to search for you, but had been unsuccessful. When the fourth year hit, he did not search, but started mourning. As a close friend of Elrond’s, it hurt to see him in such distress. He had been in that same state when he lost his wife and now his friend had to go through it yet again. The pain must’ve been unimaginable.
“I’ve been staying with the shapeshifter, your majesty,” you say, looking dead ahead. You did not like making eye contact when you were being interrogated. Granted, it did not happen often.
“And why have you been staying with the shapeshifter instead of returning home? Your father thinks you are dead,” he says, stopping in front of you.
That is new information. You did not intend for that to happen. You knew you should’ve sent a letter, but you could not in your state. Not after he said that he wished you were not his daughter.
“I felt like I was no longer welcomed, milord,” you reply. He narrows his eyes at you.
“Legolas. You will escort the princess back to Imladris back where she belongs-,”
“What? Milord! I do not want to leave. I promised Oakenshield that I’d help him. I cannot-“ you start, panicked.
“Have you heard of the story of the king under the mountain? Of the sickness that lies under that mountain?” Thranduil interrupts and you nod your head.
“Then you know that Thorin Oakenshield will fall under the same sickness just like his grandfather,” Thranduil says.
“I do not believe that, milord,” you say. “Whatever you believe is wrong. Legolas, take her back to Imladris,” he says, making his way back to the throne. “No,” Legolas says and you turn to him in shock.
Did he really just disobey his father? His king?
Thranduil turns to his son slowly, frown gracing his face.
“What did you just say?” Thranduil asks.
“I said ‘no’ father. It is obvious that she does not return to Imladris. She has been happy and safe with the skinchanger. Are we going to take that away from her?” Legolas asks.
“Guards. Return her to her cell. My son and I have to discuss a few things,” Thranduil says, glare not wavering from his son. You notice Legolas has the same glare on his face and you can’t help but think that they look even more like father and son.
The guards take you back to your shared cell with Thorin. “What did he want?” Thorin asks as you sit at the door. “He was just curious as to why the daughter of Lord Elrond had been missing for ten years and was found traveling with a group of dwarves,” you reply nonchalantly, still thinking about Legolas and his decision to go against his father’s wishes.
“You’re that y/n?” he asks, surprised seeping through his voice.
Lord Elrond and Gandalf had spoken of you multiple times during their stay at Imladris. It was always with sadness. Fili had asked one of the elves what had happened to you and they had said that you had gotten into an argument with your father and left, never to be seen again. They had thought you to be dead and Imladris had not been the same since.
“Ah. So you’ve heard of me,” you say as you close your eyes. “We had stopped in Rivendell a few months ago and your father and Gandalf had mentioned you multiple times. Everyone believed you to be dead,” he says.
“So I’ve heard. Thranduil had ordered Legolas to take me back to Imladris, but he had refused,” you explain.
“Did he really deny his father and king?” Thorin asks, scoffing. “It seems that the children of rulers are rule breakers. Perhaps when you eventually have children, they will break many rules when they’re under the mountain,” you suggest and that causes Thorin to chuckle.
“I don’t see why not. Fili and Kili already do that,” he states loudly.
“We heard that, Uncle and we do not break rules. We just skirt around them,” Fili defends from his spot in his cell.
“It’s the same thing,” Thorin argues back and you smile. You liked the fact that he could still joke a bit in this situation.
“I reckon the sun is on the rise,” Bofur’s voice sounds throughout the cells. “We’re never gonna reach the mountain, are we?” you hear the youngest ask and your heart clenches a bit.
These dwarves have been through so much, they cannot just be stopped right here.
“Not stuck in here you’re not,” you hear another voice say and it’s the hobbit and he’s holding keys. He lets the both of you out first and suddenly, your hope returns along with the fear that you may never see the blonde prince again.
But can we talk about this gif for a second? Look at it, they are so in character:
Martin Fremann (Bilbo): “I don’t know why I’m doing this, but fuck it, I do it anyway.” Richard Armitage (Thorin): “I’m a very important dwarf, doing very important practice, because it’s important” James Nesbitt (Bofur): “HahahahaAHAHAHAA, LOOK AT HOW RIDICULOUS I LOOK! THIS IS SO FUN!!” Graham McTavish (Dwalin): “I’m doing it wrong, but I pull this through until the bitter end.” Adam Brown (Ori): “Look at me, I’m a cutie patootie!” Jed Brophy (Nori): “Wheee~ I’m gonna need this for my next raid~” William Kircher (Bifur): “I may have an axe stuck in my head, but I’m gonna show you spring chicken how to do this proper”
You were an upperclassmen english teacher meaning you thought AP students and senior classes. Thank goodness. Everyone else was too annoying for your taste.
“Professor y/n,” Emily says and you look at her.
She was a nice girl. Very quiet but always got good grades on everything. She remind you of yourself very often.
“yes?” You ask, grabbing your cup of coffee.
“Are you and Mr. Oakenshield ever going to go on a date?” she asks.
That makes you choke. The coffee travels up through your nose and you hurriedly grab a tissue, trying to wipe away the tears and coffee.
“Mr. Oakenshield and I are just colleagues,” you reply, throwing the tissue away.
“But you guys look happy together like all the time,” Ori, your favorite student, says quietly.
He was so quiet, but that is what why you loved him.
“I so ship it,” Kili says and you glare at him.
He was the knuckle headed one out of the entire class and he bothered you to no end. Sometimes you wondered how he was even in AP. His brother was one of our students five years ago and you expected more from the younger durin.
“You really should not be shipping your Uncle with another teacher and focus on your work Mr. Durin. Now today, we will be talking about the Catcher in the Rye. I hope you all read,” you announce earning a groan from the class.
You smirk as you turn your back. That’ll teach them.
When it’s time for lunch, you head to the staff room hoping and praying that Thorin won’t be in his classroom like he usually is around this time and you smile as you spot him in the break room.
“Good afternoon, y/n,” Thorin says, pouring coffee into his bottle.
“It’s not really good though,” you say, plopping onto the couch and putting your foot up on the coffee table, earning a glare from Dori, Ori’s older brother who looks a bit too old to be his older brother.
“And why is that?” he asks.
“It seems that my students want us to date,” you say, closing your eyes.
“Really? That’s strange,” Thorin replies, taking a seat next to you.
“And why is that?” you mirror.
“Because my students want the same thing,” he chuckles and you can’t help, but laugh along.
“Isn’t Kili in one of your classes?” he asks.
“Yes. That was the class that brought it up,” you groan, sitting up straight.
“In fact, he was the one who said, ‘ I ship it’,” you tell him and he lets out another chuckle.
Oh how you loved that laugh.
“I feel like they plan it out. Gimli asked me the same question today during my first period,” he explains.
“Ah that would explain it. Kili and Gimli are cousins after all. At least according to what you said on our first date,” you tell him, smiling.
He smiles again.
“I did, didn’t I?” he asks.
“Are you ever going to tell your students that you are already dating?” Dwalin, the PE teacher, asks as he takes a seat on the other chair.
“Nah. We’re just going to let them stew for a bit. Both of your nephews deserve it,” you say, rolling your eyes and that earns a chuckle from the two of them.