Cats Day 10

Summary: You and your son, Frerin II, accidentally turn Thorin, Kili, Fili, Dwalin, Balin and Gandalf into cats and this is the result (Spin off of The Elf and The Dwarf)

Chapter Summary: Nori ends up in jail

A/n: @sdavid09 I hope this helps and I hope that all your pain goes away soon! Also sorry its way past one hour lol I got distracted and could not think of anything to write 

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When you return to your home the next day, Bilbo is there talking to Dis and Frerin with Fili curled up in his lap. You look around for the other cats and Thorin, Dwalin, and Kili are stretching out. Like they were copying each other and doing the same stretches like some type of kitty yoga. 

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Poking Fun

Originally posted by andersjohnson

Originally posted by smart-arse-under-the-mountain

Warnings: Slightly suggestive

MASTER LIST

“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.

Imagine: Balin Giving you Love Advice

Originally posted by daryl-dixcn

   An exasperated sigh left your lips as your vision was blocked once more by your hair falling in front of your face.  The Company had set up camp, and you were tasked with gathering firewood.  Every time you knelt down to gather a fallen branch on the forest floor, your hair would fall in front of your eyes.  It was really getting on your nerves.

   You had tried just about everything: brushing it back with your fingers, combing it into a ponytail, and even attempting to braid it.  But unfortunately, you did not have anything to keep it in place.  Your hair clips had gotten lost on the journey.

    “Allow me to help you with that.”  You recognized the kind voice of Balin as he walked over to stand beside you.  He reached for a strand of hair, but hesitated as he looked to you for permission. “May I?”

   You were grateful that he wanted to help, but also a little confused.  “Yes, thank you very much.  But Balin, isn’t hair-braiding a sign of courtship in your culture?”

   “Not always, child. It can also be done by people close to you.  Like family,” he replied.  He motioned for you to take a seat on the nearby fallen log as he set to work on separating your hair for the braids.  “Seeing that you’re on this journey without your relatives, and that you’ve become like family to us, I thought it would be fitting for me to help.”

   A smile spread across your face as you were touched by his words.  All members of the Company cared about your safety, but Balin had become more of a grandfatherly figure.  He made sure you had enough to eat, had a good enough cloak for the weather, was there to hear you out whenever you needed a chat.  You remembered when you first met him right before you joined the Company.  He made such a fuss over your clothes since he was not familiar with your culture.

   “Goodness, child,” he had said.  “Your shirt doesn’t have sleeves and you’ve got holes in your trousers!”

   “Where I come from, jeans with holes in them are quite fashionable,” you had explained in amusement.

   Since then, he took it upon himself to look after you and help you adjust on the journey.  He also enjoyed telling you stories about the history and culture of his people.  Some of the information he shared was meant to remain secret to outsiders, but he had come to trust you and saw no reason for you to use the information against them.

   “Thank you,” you said quietly, grateful for his friendship.  

   “You’re very welcome.” The smile was evident in his tone. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as he worked.  He was so careful with your hair, not even pulling at the strands once.  You let your eyelids flutter closed as you relaxed a little more.  “Such beautiful hair,” he commented, moving to work on the braids in the front.  “And such a brave and respectable young lady.”

   You kept your eyes closed, but smiled.

   “It’s no wonder a certain member of the Company is so taken with you.”

   Your eyes snapped open at his statement, and you turned your head to look at him in surprise.  Somehow, you you knew exactly who he was talking about.  “What?”

   “Please remain still,” he fussed.  “One of the braids almost came undone.  I would have had to start over.”

   “Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, turning your head back to gaze straight ahead as you did before.  You wondered if it would be wise to inquire further about his comment.  

   “It seems you fancy him as well,” he concluded. Yep, you were both definitely talking about the same member of the Company As if he knew you were about to protest, he spoke.  “I may be old, but I am not oblivious to such things, ________.”

   “I assure you that I have no intention of getting in the way of the quest,” you said.  “He has a duty to the Company and the quest. Besides, I’m not so sure he feels the same about me anyways.”

   “There is a way to find out for sure,” Balin said mysteriously.  He went quiet, hoping that you’d take the bait.

   “…How?”

   He smiled mischievously. “Suppose you were to, I don’t know…accidentally get an injury.  A mild injury.  A sore ankle while walking back to camp, maybe.  He won’t be able to mask his concern for you.”

   “Mr. Balin,” you gasped at how sly this plan of his really was.  “Are you suggesting I feign an injury to see him worry about me?”

   “Perhaps.  Perhaps not.”

   “Honestly, I didn’t know you could be so… sneaky.”

   He chuckled, and then he stood back.  “There. I used a few of my spare beads to keep the braids in place.”

   “Thank you again,” you said, standing up and gently brushing your fingertips along the back of your hair. It was one long braid composed of three smaller braids all tied together neatly.  “I have to get back to gathering firewood.”

   “Be careful.  We wouldn’t want you to hurt your ankle, or anything,” he said, winking.  You laughed at his suggestion, shaking your head.  You weren’t going to go through with the plan.  There was no need to make anyone worry unnecessarily.  But it was definitely amusing nonetheless.

(Author’s Note:  The unnamed Company member in this story can be referring to any of them.  And AWMAHGAWSH!  I can just picture Balin as being this overprotective grandfatherly figure, but also kind of a nosy old person that can’t resist meddling with people’s love lives, haha!) Also, gif is not mine.  Credit to original owner!

PART 2 (FILI X READER): HERE