Thorin Oakenshield

WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF AZOG WOULD HAVE KILLED KILI AND DROWNED HIM UNDER THE ICE ON RAVEN HILL

“I’ll kill yer nephew”

“No, thats my favorite one!” Thorin screamed.

“Damn, really? I thought it would have been the heir to the throne.” Azog has Kili pinned down to the ground, a foot resting on his chest so he can’t move. Azog runs his weapon arm thing across his chin in contemplation.

“You know, a lot of people think that but tbh I couldn’t remember his name half of the time.” Thorin is leaning on orcrist as he stares across the ice.

“Isn’t it Fili? I mean even I know that.”

Kili is gasping for air. He can feel the cold seeping through his clothes and the weight of the orc on his lungs.

“Oh you’re right. It’s just Kili is more attractive so naturally I want to protect him.”

“Doesn’t he have a thing for the she elf? She’s running around up here somewhere screaming out his name.” Azog looks around at the ruins on Raven Hill as if he would spot a flurry of red hair.

“Nah, I’m not too worried about it. Elf magic and all.”

“I’m sorry, I’m still just so confused as to why he’s your favorite.” Azog presses down harder on Kili, cutting off his air completely.

“¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

GM: …But going back to the text – for me, it’s really the be all and end all of understanding what you’re supposed to be doing. I know, for instance, having worked with Richard [Armitage] and having heard subsequently what he’s said about the subject, that he liked to be left on his own, to be in that headspace…

GD: Yes, he said that he felt that he got a reputation for being anti-social, because he was ‘the weirdo in the corner’…

GM: His words, not mine! [Laughs]…

GM: …Good sense of humour – that’s very important. That was one of the real benefits of the guys on The Hobbit as well; you need a sense of humour. If you haven’t got a sense of humour – I mean, it’s true of anything, but especially if you’re locked together for a long period of time – if you’re in each other’s company continually, you’re going to be in situations that are difficult, sometimes boring, sometimes frightening, you need to be with people that you really like. And you grow to care about them; so, on something like The Hobbit, certainly we developed a very, very strong bond. One of the things that Richard used to say – and he was so right – was that nobody but us will ever know what it was like to be those characters, to do that job, to wear what we wore, and to carry that around with us for such a long period of time. ..

GD: Yes – working on the other side of things, with TheOneRing.net, I realise that there are so many fans who are so invested in this and feel a very strong sense of ownership for Tolkien, for the films, and for the cast – there’s a sort of protectiveness from the fans, and they feel very involved with the whole journey – which is as it should be. But then you realise, talking to people like yourself, that actually the experience of the people who actually made the film is totally different from anything that any of us are seeing from the outside.

GM: Sure – it is. I think the ‘Behind the Scenes’ pieces which Michael Pellerin has put together – and continues to put together, for the next two films as well – are setting the standard for that kind of thing, and he’s done an absolutely incredible job. But they only show snapshots – extended snapshots, but nevertheless only snapshots – of what people went through. I think just the fact that, when I was standing opposite Richard, I was standing opposite somebody who was, like me, encased in all of this stuff – we knew how that felt for each other. And when we were being asked to go that extra mile in a scene, by Pete, we would be able to look at each other for the support that we would need to be able to do that. Because sometimes – you know, I’m not comparing it to a lot of things which are very, very physically demanding that people do every day – but there were times when you were just out of gas, you were done. But Pete would need it again, and we would look to each other to be able to go, ‘Yep, we can do this, we’ll do it!’  And people like – well, everybody, but really people that stand out for me are Richard, Jed, Stephen – such rocks of guys that were there to just… if you were bent over, nearly puking, or if somebody had fallen down or injured themselves or anything, we were there to go, ‘Come on, it’s ok, get up – we can do it!’ That’s a fantastic thing …

GM: …Thank you; that is the correct response!  [laughs] But it just makes the whole job a lot more difficult – and you don’t look forward to it. Whereas I looked forward to doing scenes with Richard, I looked forward to doing scenes with Stephen and Jed and Adam – and all the guys. We would always find something funny, in every scene, every single one! …

The Hustler

Based On: http://imaginexhobbit.tumblr.com/post/118973515826/imagine-trying-to-convince-dwalin-or-thorin-to


“Ten silver says you can’t get one,” Kili offered as you stood with arms crossed, staring at the two gruff dwarves.

“Oh, you don’t think so?” You leaned on your left hip as you kept your eyes ahead.

“What are we betting on?” Bofur asked as he stepped up beside Kili and Fili who flanked you.

“Whether or not [y/n] can get an ax off of one of those two,” Kili gestured towards Dwalin and Thorin who sat silently on either side of the fire, “We told her, it’s hopeless.”

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The reader tells Kili she is pregnant. Part 2:

Part 1: http://ladyof-erebor.tumblr.com/post/125191121855/request-the-reader-tells-kili-she-is-pregnant-and

Word Count: 807

Eight and a half months had passed since telling Kili the news of your pregnancy. Carrying a child was full of joy and wonder, but also discomfort. After the morning sickness had passed, the cravings started to appear as did the aches and pains. Your whole body often felt worn down and your ankles started to swell, which meant you were bound to your bed for most of the last few months. But none of that pain compared to the happiness that came with the knowledge that you would soon have a beautiful baby dwarfling to hold in your arms.

Your due date was right around the corner and you were starting to get nervous about the delivery process. You often went to Dis for council, and she tried to tell you that it was nothing to worry about, but it did not quell your anxieties.

It was early morning, and Kili had decided to take you on a small walk around the courtyard in order to boost your spirits. As you waddled through the pathway, Kili’s arm around your waist, you felt a strange sensation between your legs and realized that fluids were running down your leg. “Kili!” You gasped. “My water broke!”

“Your what..? O..Oh! Is the baby on its way?” Exclaimed a startled looking Kili.

“Yes, it is. Please help me. I don’t know if I can make it.” You put a hand on your bulging stomach. You could feel the contractions coming closer together, and you grimaced in pain as it felt like your stomach was twisting itself into a knot. Kili asked your hand maiden to go get the healers, as he tried to lead you to the room that was set up for the baby’s birth. The women healers hurried out and held on to both sides of you to help you to the room.

“Kili…” you said. “I need my husband! Please.”

“We’re sorry, but no males are allowed into the birthing room.” They responded in unison. They helped you onto the bed and changed you into a simple robe. Dis entered the room and hastily made her way to you.

“How are you feeling dear?” She kindly asked.

“Not..good…” you said through gritted teeth. “I need…my husband.”

“We’re sorry, but…” The healers began to say.

“No. My daughter-in-law will be allowed to have her husband with her.” Dis snapped. Your heart swelled with love for Dis, as you tried to thank her. “Shh, Y/N. Just try to relax.” You nodded your head and slumped back on the pillow, your face red with heat and exhaustion. Dis had barely opened the door before Kili leaped in, running to your side. Kili cupped your face in his hands and whispered words of encouragement to you. You suddenly yelled out in pain, your eyes squeezed shut.

“What’s going on?” Kili asked, the color draining from his face.

“The baby is ready to make its way into the world.” Dis smiled. You gulped and looked at the healers who were telling you to start pushing.

“One…Two…Three…Push!”

You screamed, gripping onto Kili’s hand for dear life.

“That was wonderful, but we’re going to need you to do that again. Just like you did before. One…Two…Three…Push!” The pain was almost unbearable as you pushed again. Tears were streaming down your face.

“Amralime, you are doing amazing. You’re almost there.” Kili said as he pushed your hair out of your sweaty face. Just as you felt like giving up, you gave one final push and suddenly heard the wailing sounds of a tiny baby.

“Congratulations Princess, you have given birth to a healthy baby girl.” The healer smiled as she wrapped up the tiny infant in a soft blanket and placed her in your arms. You looked down in wonder at your new daughter. She was opening her dark eyes and cooed quietly. She had a small tuft of brown hair, and you knew that she would look just like Kili. 

“She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Kili said, awestruck. Both of you turned your head as you heard a knock on the door. The healer opened it, and in walked Thorin and Fili. The whole line of Durin was in the room all at once, and you smiled to yourself at the new addition.

“May I see her?” Fili asked.

“Of course.” You answered. You gently placed the little girl into his arms, as he asked what her name was. You looked at Kili and smiled.

“Her name is Kilah.”

“I think that is the prettiest name I have ever heard.” Said Kili, smiling down at you. After Thorin and Fili had held the newborn and given their congratulations, they put Kilah into Kili’s arms.

Kili got into the bed with you, still holding Kilah, kissed your forehead and whispered. “I will always be here to protect both of you.”

The End.

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Between Worlds (IX)

You kicked through the leaves of Mirkwood, dreading the next part, though you knew you could not avoid it. Dwalin walked just ahead, Thorin in the lead, and you couldn’t help but grimace in expectation of what was to come. As you delved deeper within the forest, you felt more and more delirious. Your feet hurt in your flat soled shoes and you could feel your mind drifting.

The other dwarves began to voice their own disorientation, but you kept silent; you would only make things worse, though you felt like screaming. Then the path disappeared and you joined in the search, though you were of little use. This world was more foreign to you than any of the others.

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