but smaug was great



Based on the conclusion that since Erebor and the Greenwood have been on good(-ish) terms pre-Dragonsickness/Fall of Erebor there must have been diplomatic relations and delegations between those two, so here’s Frís, mother of Thorin and wife of Thrain, Princess Under the Mountain.(I’m just going with @determamfidd‘s naming here (⌐■‿■) Though seriously she carries herself like a true queen, something we can see at the very least in her eldest son…)

I guess we now know where Thorin got his flair for dramatic entrances :D

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All the realms of the Elves in the third age are guarded Realms, in the sense that they are protected. But the Woodland Realm is a little different than the other Elven realms in that the guarding is obvious: it’s a closed city, definitely more fortified.The idea that emerged was that it would be like being in a forest except you’re underground. A sort of underground palace that would somehow feel Elven.

The Hobbit: Smaug [INFJ]

OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity / The Mod.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Smaug has been “expecting” Bilbo for a long time, waiting for the dwarves to come reclaim their treasure horde. He needs almost no time to discern Bilbo’s true intentions, nor see the potential that lies in allowing Thortin to have the Arkenstone and go mad. He correctly figures out that the people of Lake Town conspired with the dwarves against him. He warns Bilbo of the coming darkness, and that soon Sauron will come into full power.

Extroverted Feeling  (Fe): “Do you think you can save your life through flattery?” Smaug sneers at Bilbo… but enjoys hearing of his own greatness. He basks in compliments. He enjoys having the people of Lake Town terrified of him. He assaults Bard’s feelings and tries to create despair in him when they enter into a conflict. He insults the dwarves, enjoys the thought that Thorin will go mad, and is brought down by his own incredible ego when he refuses to let an insult (the people of Lake Town defying him) stand.

Introverted Thinking (Ti): Smaug understands people. How they think, how they work. He knows dwarves. He’s interested in hobbits, since he has never met one before, but not enough to consider letting Bilbo live. Smaug is detached as he analyzes their feelings and intentions, and decides what to do with the information.

Extroverted Sensing (Se): Since he won the mountain (through brute force and firepower), Smaug has … lain under a dragon horde and slept for sixty years. Now that’s lazy. He uses strength and cunning more than awareness of his environment to fight. Smaug is so arrogant in his size and superiority that he underestimates Bard and pays for it with his life.

Random hypothetical Middle Earth nerd:

“Haha! Did you know that Smaug is actually like the SMALLEST dragon??? All the other dragons in Middle Earth are bigger than him! HA! Bet you didn’t see THAT coming!!!”

Me, also a Middle Earth nerd:

????????????? this is literally never mentioned in any of Tolkien’s works whatsoever in fact he is said to be the greatest dragon of the Third Age which is why he came to be known by the people of that time as “the chiefest and greatest of calamities” and like I mean Third Age dragons aren’t as big as First Age dragons but he’s still REALLY DARN BIG and even in Peter Jackson’s films it’s canon that the scars on his body are from battles with other dragons in which “he would have NEVER lost” so like I’m really confused about where this myth came from I mean come on guys like–


“–I’m legitimately curious about where this myth started because it’s spread like wildfire ever since botfa came out and I have no idea why and i’m getting thirsty for an answer here because it’s just??? so???? darn??? WEIRD???????

guywithnowitt-deactivated201604  asked:

Which dragons would you say are good examples to study from to figure out traits and personality when trying to create a dragon character?

Well, first and foremost: I have a very specific idea about how dragons should be characterized that is far from universal.  I state this because I am 100% certain that at least a handful of my followers will passionately disagree with my answer to this question should they read it, and I am also 100% certain they have a right to disagree.  Dragons mean something very specific to me, and most people either have a much more lax idea of what they should be, or a very specific idea that is staunchly opposed to my own.  ALL are perfectly valid because dragons are made up and can be anything we choose to make them be.  I personally choose to make them something very specific, because that’s how I like my dragons.

In short, if someone reads this and says, “I disagree!”, they are right to do so.  If someone reads this and says, “I agree!”, they are also right to do so.

So before I list my literary examples of how to make a good dragon character, I should define what my idea of a good dragon character is, right?  Because again, in an OBJECTIVE sense, a good dragon character is as simple as “I made a character and said it’s a dragon.”

Here are my (personal) requirements for a dragon character, in bullet point form because I’m feeling a bit lazy:

- A dragon is a reptile first and foremost, and should have personality traits derived from reptiles.  Reptiles study things very closely before they act.  Reptiles are big on perception - they stare very pointedly at objects of interest.  Reptiles mix huge bouts of inaction with quick and precise action - a snake’s sudden strike, a crocodile’s lunge out of the water, a lizard’s sudden snap at a passing insect.  Reptiles are calm and reserved for the most part.  And while this may just have been a quirk of my bearded dragon, reptiles also have a really good, “What the fuck are you doing?” look.  No one can make you feel stupid with a glance the way a lizard can when its confused by what you’re doing.  You can spin a good character out of those traits, and most of my favorite dragon characters do.

- Dragons are creatures of immense power and significance, even amongst other monsters.  There’s a reason dragons were so common in heraldry: they were impressive monsters.  While lions were the kings of beasts, and basilisk the kings of serpents (which, in Medieval zoology, meant king of reptiles and amphibians basically), dragons were something beyond that.  Dragons were disasters made flesh, a fierce force of nature that did not give a flying fuck about royalty.  Dragons were BEYOND mortal authority, and only the best of humanity could defeat them.  While there are more than a few comedic and underwhelming dragons I enjoy, most of them are defined as being abnormal for their kind - a dragon should be a big deal.

- Dragons are primal.  One of the symbolic aspects of dragons was the fact that they embodied all four elements.  They breathed fire, often lived by or in water, could access the riches of the earth (a trait held by most serpents), and could fly through the air.  As masters of the elements in the wild, dragons were tied to the raw, ferocious power of the savage world.  Dragons ARE the wild, the embodiment of everything strong that opposes civilization and humanity’s dominance of the planet.

- Dragons affect their environment.  A lot of dragons are venomous, and their presences can cause plants to wilt and certain wildlife to die off, letting only the most vicious and human intolerant life live around them.  They can be accompanied by earthquakes, marshes, plagues, and other things that make it hard for people to have farms and build castles.  A dragon’s presence makes things less hospitable for humans.

- Dragons are proud.  This is partly due to Christian influence - snake tempts Adam and Eve, snake is eventually interpreted as being the devil, snake = all reptiles, devil = pride, all reptiles = pride.  However, non-Christian cultures, including those that predate Christian influence,  will include this trait too, so it may not be entirely Christianity’s fault.  Either way, in both the West and East, dragons tend to be prideful creatures.

- Dragons are semi-social.  Even in Western myths, there are numerous accounts of dragons forming social bonds with others.  There are just as many myths about viciously anti-social dragons that lash out at anyone who comes near.  This is actually another reptilian trait, as a lot of reptiles - including most lizards - are semi-social animals.  This means that while they don’t need social bonds, they can form them.  Humans are purely social animals - we need social bonds.  Tigers are fairly antisocial animals - the really don’t like company.  Lizards, and dragons, are semi-social - they can get along just as well with company as they can without.  A dragon would never place the need on companionship that a human would - but they wouldn’t be opposed to it either.

A lot of my view on dragons comes from mythology - particularly looking at the nuances of it.  It’s really common, ESPECIALLY nowadays, to say that dragons were pure evil in Western mythology, and that they should just be the most revolting and awful things imaginable because that’s how myths and art portrayed them.  This is bullshit a drastic oversimplification of the truth.  There are good number of Western myths that portray dragons as revolting creatures, and the vast majority of Western dragons are antagonistic if not outright malevolent.  However, there are also a good number of myths in Western culture where dragons are neutral or even good.  There are several with dragons that are impressive in addition to being terrifying. There are even some stories with tragically sympathetic dragons - the story of Maude and the wyvern, which is one of my favorite myths, is a goddamn tearjerker for the poor reptile, who is explicitly portrayed as a victim of prejudice who is forced into acting monstrously.  There are even numerous Christian stories of saints who redeem dragons, making the creatures tame and benevolent only for the vicious townspeople to beat the poor creatures to death - one even ends with the townspeople realizing how horrible they were and renaming their town in honor of the poor martyred reptile.  There’s moral complexity in these medieval stories that a lot of people overlook in favor of presenting themselves as part of a more enlightened modern culture - or to have an excuse to demonize a reptile.

Ok, so, let’s finally answer your question: which characters in fiction are good examples of my (personal, subjective, not universal) standards for a dragon?

I’m going to boil this down to the three roles a dragon can play: villain, hero/heroic supporting character, and beast.

The best dragon character in fiction, at least for my idea of a dragon, is J.R.R. Tolkien’s Smaug from The Hobbit.  As always, I am going to stress that this is the book’s version of Smaug, not the crappy live action movie Smaug, and not even the Smaug from the 1977 cartoon, who I love but who didn’t quite reach the full potential of the character.  Smaug is a character I think a lot about, and may be on of my favorite characters of all time because he is just so well done you guys oh my god.

All of my rules for dragon characters are embodied by the literary Smaug.  He is an immensely powerful beast, whose name and status as a dragon inspires dread even in the hearts of thirteen axe wielding warriors whose daily life is full of trolls, goblins, and monstrous spiders.  He’s also incredibly cunning and collected.  When a thief breaks into Smaug’s home, the dragon doesn’t freak out.  He doesn’t immediately fly into a rage and run about his room looking for the guy.  He doesn’t, say, start a long protracted chase scene that is generic as hell and just… just fucking sucks.  No, Smaug is confident in his strength.  Smaug has a reptile’s patience.  He raises his head and looks around calmly.  He doesn’t have to rush things to find the guy, because he knows he will eventually.  He can wait - he just needs one perfect strike, so why rush things?

And when the hidden burglar starts to talk, why, Smaug talks back!  He’s polite and playful, and even though he throws out the occasional not-so-hidden insult, you get a sense that he really enjoys the conversation.  While he has no intention of making friends with the burglar, he does manage to enjoy the company - even if part of the reason he does is because he knows it will be all the more satisfying to eat this guy once he’s defeated the little turd intellectually by guessing his riddles.  Smaug takes pride in his strength of mind as well as his strength of body - Smaug likes to be clever as well as strong.

Smaug’s presence has caused desolation.  Crops don’t grow in his domain, and the humans that live by his mountain have been reduced from prosperity to living on scraps.  Even while sleeping, his presence is a grim specter that looms over the town.  When roused, he is a natural disaster on wings, bursting from the mountain to raze the town with smoke and flame like a living volcano.  Smaug is a primal force, and only a courageous man who is unusually attuned with the natural world can find a way to stop the tremendous beast.

I just… I can’t emphasize how much I love this character.  Though he has precious few scenes, every one of them is so perfectly written to give you a full, three dimensional understanding of what this monster is about.  Tolkien does so much with so little, and it’s no surprise that Smaug is so often imitated, even if few have ever come close to matching his complexity.

Smaug isn’t the only great dragon character Tolkien’s written about, though.  He’s the best by far, don’t get me wrong, but Tolkien’s two other big dragon characters - Glaurung from the various unfinished bits of Middle Earth stories that precede The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings is pretty great.  He’s more of a henchman than an alpha villain like Smaug, but he’s a DAMN good henchman, and a spiteful, unrepentant dick to top it all off.  Glaurung is so wicked he even uses his death to fuck the hero over, making sure any victory over him is Pyrrhic at best.  There’s also Chrysophylax Dives from “Farmer Giles of Ham,” who is a far more comedic dragon that’s less evil and more a haughty asshole.  Chrysophylax is still an imposing villain even if he’s not as cruel or wicked as Smaug, and while he’s played for laughs he still fits most of my dragon criteria.  You might also like to do what Tolkien did and look at Medieval myths for inspiration - a lot of Smaug and Glaurung’s characterization comes from Fafnir in The Saga of the Volsungs, and Tolkien also took a lot of inspiration from the dragon from Beowulf.  All of these stories are an acquired taste, though - medieval literature, as well as “Farmer Giles of Ham” and the unfinished tales that Glaurung come from (which imitate the styles of medieval lit REALLY WELL), is very hard to read, because the story telling conventions are so different from ours today.  You need an accurate translation to get the full view of the characters - but accurate translations are hard to read if you’re not trained on how to read them.  You could go for an easy to read translation, but they almost always simplify the monster characters - few easy to read translations of The Saga of the Volsungs even remember that Fafnir could speak!

So yeah, Smaug is the quintessential villain dragon, and also a good pattern for heroic dragons as well (make him less of a dick and you have a good template for a heroic dragon).  What are some others?

For heroic dragons, I’d suggest looking at Draco from Dragonheart.  Say what you will about the movie’s overall quality, it does a damn good job with Draco.  Like Smaug, Draco is very much above humanity in terms of his power and connection to the natural world, and as a result he has a very alien worldview compared to the human characters.  Unlike Smaug, Draco is burdened by that power.  Draco wants to be a moral being - he wants to be good, and that’s hard when you have as much power as he has, and the longevity to see the full consequences of your actions.  What might seem like a good deed in the heat of the moment could have disastrous consequences in the future.  It makes him a hermit that’s reluctant to interact with the world, and he acts with trepidation that humans - passionate, short lived humans - don’t understand.  Draco can value human company and their worldviews, but he’s also infuriated by their lack of foresight - and especially at their impudent demand that he take action, when they don’t have to deal with the consequences of that action the way he has to.  There’s a loneliness to Draco’s power that’s really interesting, and an inherent tragedy to the way these squabbling humans take advantage of him throughout the story.  He is very much symbolic of nature - something powerful and beyond our full comprehension that we nonetheless abuse and violate, until it finally expires to save us from ourselves.

Yeah, try watching that movie with a smile on your face now.

I’d also suggest looking at the dragons from Flight of Dragons - y'know, that corny 70’s cartoon.  Smrgol, Gorbash, and Bryaugh are all pretty great examples of supporting character dragons that have varied personalites that are all equally valid.  They’re just really great.

Finally, for dragons as beasts, I suggest looking at the How to Train Your Dragon movies.  Again, there’s a broad spectrum of personalities displayed here, but they work really well with my (personal) rules for dragons.  They get the “Dragons are reptiles” part right in particular - there is a lot of reptilian body language in their dragons that I really appreciate.  Granted, they also mix in a lot of cat body language.  That’s ok too - cats and reptiles actually have a lot in common, including being semi-social creatures, and the two work pretty well together.  I get a little annoyed that people seem to ONLY notice the cat body language, but that’s my pet peeve, not yours.

Let the flame wars begin.

Snippet time. Fingers crossed and I’ll have the story done soon (which, well. I’ve been working on this idea since 2014…)

“I must say,” Bard says and his voice carries strangely in this cold night lit by burning orc corpses, “I find small hobbits rather frightening.”

Behind Bilbo’s chair Dwalin straightens. He doesn’t reach for his axe, not yet.

“Perhaps this outcome is not as surprising as we believe,” Bard continues as the wind carries fire sparks past their seats on the plateau. The man’s breath fogs in the night; and he shifts his calculating gaze from the battlefield below to the silent hobbit next to him. “The dwarf lords who opposed you are either dead or have bent their knee - and after tonight I believe few will dare to doubt you.”

Bilbo lips thin, but he does not move. Does not look away from the fires and their glow makes the circlet on his hair shine red. Behind him Dwalin demonstratively puts one hand on the hilt of his axe.

Bard continues undeterred. “Then there are the tales of your quest. You faced Azog who now, after so many tried so long, finally was slain. And Smaug, last of the great dragons, now rots on the bottom of the Lake as well. I used to think it was chance…” He shakes his head. “But it wasn’t, was it?”

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Young Leonardo Dicaprio posed next to an even younger Elijah Wood

Smaug was a fire drake from the North and the last great worm known in Middle Earth. His origins are obscure, it is speculated that he is descended from the many dragons of the War of Wrath, though significantly smaller. He conquered Erebor from the dwarves and laid waste to the neighboring trade city of Dale, inhabited by Men. He was drawn to Erebor from the wastes of the North for the great treasures it held. He reigned as King Under the Mountain for nearly two centuries, sleeping on the gems and gold he conquered which formed a protective armor on his soft underbelly. Thorin Oakenshield led a company to reclaim Erebor, as he was it’s rightful heir, with them came Bilbo Baggins the company burglar. As Bilbo attempted to steal back the treasures of Erebor he was discovered by Smaug, interrogated following a game of riddles, and narrowly escaped with his life, but with valuable information about a weak point in Smaug’s nearly impenetrable scale and gem armor. In a rage of suspicion Smaug believed that the men of Laketown, refugees of Dale, were behind Thorin’s attempt at usurping him, and flew out to destroy them. Though information of his weakness passed through a thrush bird, who sent this information to Bard the Bowman, descendant of Lord Girion of Dale. Bard led a company of archers in defense of Laketown and slew Smaug; armed with this vital knowledge and a Black Arrow, an heirloom of his family. Smaug’s destruction allowed for the reconstruction of Dale and left the riches of Erebor up for grabs, which caused plenty more headache.

“Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!“ he said to himself, and it became a favorite saying of his later, and passed into a proverb.” - Bilbo Baggins, The Hobbit, Inside Information

anonymous asked:

As a fellow Mum Friend I am sure you can understand the moment when you are like:"I am evil, I am darkness, I am-Oh! You have something in your hair let me get that"

Constantly, yes. It’s like being Smaug the Great and Babysitter.

So ages and ages ago I saw a post about the libraries of Erebor and whether they survived Smaug or not and there was a lot of oh no think of the lost libraries (based on our own lost libraries) and at the time I said I thought the libraries of Erebor were probably fine. After all especially in the movies it’s been what, 60 years? Paper (especially vellum and parchment) last a whole lot longer than that and Erebor was enclosed the whole time and with Smaug being its own heater, pretty dry. Great conditions for preserving the library so long as Smaug didn’t go after it in particular.

But I also said considering dwarves average 250 years of life, they probably have records that are meant to last longer than human records anyway, and that I figured left on their own dwarves would carve their histories on Stone and metal. We also see it woven into tapesteries (and those more or less survived Smaug). The exception is the map and Ori’s writing, tho considering Ori comes from exile where dwarves have had to take on more and more human habits you get the idea he’s recording on parchment due to lack of alternatives and/or the ability to transport it easily (and then perhaps to carve it into stone later)

Anyway this is all to say:

I’m not sure I ever read this line or not but it comes right after a note on the text in the 75th anniversary edition put out by Houghton Mifflin. And that’s a pretty good argument for the records if Erebor surviving Smaug (unless he burned them it clawed them apart out of spite/for shits and giggles)

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Warning: angst, near death, some fluff I think 

Pairing: Kili x reader, Uncle!Balin, Uncle!Dwalin, Fili, Thorin, and the others

A/n: This has been the source of all my writers block lately, so hope you guys like Kili lol 

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Originally posted by lehnshark

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               There you were, laying down on something soft inside Bard’s home. You were losing your senses fairly quickly, barely hearing Fili, Oin, and Bofur talking but you wondered where Kili was. You knew once that arrow hit your leg, you weren’t going to make it to the mountain. The very mountain you had heard your mother and Thorin talked about as you, Fili and Kili grew up in the Blue Mountains. You were surprised that they didn’t go with their uncle to the mountain. The poison from the arrow was flowing through your veins and you had a fever that would not fall. You all of a sudden felt a hand grasp yours. You could bare open your eyes and you saw the face of the dwarf you had taken the arrow for, Kili.

               “Why did you risk yourself for me, (Y/n)?” You groaned in response and you faintly heard Oin telling you to try and save your strength. The only thing that went through your mind was the dwarf you had been in love with for decades was in love with another. You saw the look on his face before she shoved him into his cell, you heard how he talked with her when he thought that everyone had fallen asleep. Yet Fili saw you look longingly at his younger brother and you knew he wanted to get his brother to see what was truly important and get him to realize that he loved you as well.

               “Let her sleep, Kee. She needs her rest to save what strength she has.” Kili didn’t leave your side, not once.

               Not until a pack of Orcs attacked Bard’s home causing Kili, Fili, Oin, and Bard’s children helped fight them. Not long into the fight, Tauriel and Legolas appeared and helped dispatch the Orcs. Legolas went after the Orcs that had gotten away but not after he tried to get Tauriel to go with him. Kili had managed to stop her from leaving.

               “Please, she’ll die if you don’t help her.” He looked at her with sadness in his eyes. She was thinking of leaving until Bofur came back with the herb that was needed to heal you.

               She took the herb from him and instructed the others to move you to the table, which Fili and Kili both did with ease. Kili didn’t let it show but he feared for your life, he always had. He couldn’t think of why you would risk your life for his.

               Tauriel began to speak elven as she began the ritual to heal you. You could feel yourself being pulled back from the brink of death. You could feel your senses coming back to you as your lungs began to fill with more air. You could hear Oin, Bofur and Fili let out a sigh of relief as Kili looked from you to Tauriel. Your fever vanished and your strength returned to you but your happiness was short lived. All of you heard the sound of the dragon.

               Fear rushed over you and it clearly showed in your face. Fili grabbed you and everyone started to leave Bards home. All of you climbing into a boat and Fili had pulled you into his side while giving his brother a sideways glare. Fili knew of your feelings for his brother, he saw the way you had always looked at him even before coming on the quest for the mountain with their uncle.

               Lake Town was now up in flames as Tauriel maneuvered the boat through the water under the town. The events happening around you happened in a blur. The only thing you could really remember was watching as the great dragon Smaug fell from the sky.

               As morning broke; you, Fili, Oin and Bofur gathered your supplies to make the trek to Erebor to the others. You were almost ready when you faintly heard Kili talking to Tauriel. As you turned to look at him, you saw the look on her face and your heart sank even more. Not even bothering with calling him, you turned back to your bag before the five of you started to make your way to the others. The trek had taken hours but once you had reached the gates of Erebor you were greeted by the others, Balin being the main one you cared most to see.

               “How are you lassie?” Balin had always worried about you through this whole thing.

               “After almost dying, I could be better. How is Thorin, uncle?” You had unknowingly looked over at Kili as you spoke.

               “I really think you tell that blind oaf how you feel.” He placed a hand on your shoulder. “Thorin has been affected by the sickness that lies on the treasure here.”

               “I’ll stay clear of him. He will be forcing us to look for the Arkenstone and I for one do not wish to die for a false step through the mountains of gold.” Balin chuckled.

               “You are much like your mother when we were young.”

               “Funny, I remember her saying that I’m more like you than of her.” You smiled as you remembered your mother sitting back at home as her brother and only child left to reclaim the mountain.

               “You have her heart though, lass. Now let’s get you fed.” The two of you walked until you came up to Bifur and Bombur and made sure to give them a hug as you did your uncle.

               “It’s good to see you, lass. You look a lot better from when we left ya.”

               “Aye, same here Bifur.” You smiled at the dwarf in front of you. “Besides, how long do you guys think we have of peace?”

               “Not long, I’m afraid. Word spreads quickly.” All four of you nodded.

               “Has anyone explored yet?”

               “Not yet, young one. Thorin has been watching us like a hawk since the dragon fell.”

               “Wow. I’m going to do so once I’ve eaten something.” You smirked at Balin and one of the other men handed you a bowl of stew then sat down against a wall and ate. Once you finished you handed your bowl back and smiled warmly to the three dwarven men in front of you.

               You started to make your way down one of the many halls. You could faintly hear Thorin yelling but paid it no mind because you didn’t want to risk your life for the dwarf that had been like another uncle despite already having two. Walking past the many doors and opening them to see what that door led to. Some were rooms that you went in and aired out while others led to other rooms that you had no idea what they could be used for. As you went down the hall, it grew darker but you were prepared for the darkness within the mountain. You lit the torch that you had brought with you and held it out in front of you.

               You knew it was getting late but you wanted to see more. Being the curious little dwarf you were, you went further. The stone walls cool as you dragged a single hand across them, you could feel the energy that they held from so long ago. Remembering the stories that you were told as a young one. As you walked further, you opened one last door. Behind what looked like huge doors stood a huge library with more books than you have ever seen. Only Balin and Dwalin, or so you thought only them, knew of you love of reading because you didn’t want to be judged for it, let alone from the dwarf you had harbored feelings for. You were handy with a sword as well as throwing knives thanks to Fili and a bow thanks to the years of practice with Kili. You stood in front of the books and pushed all other thoughts to the side, stepping forward and began to run your hand over the many selves of books. You remember your mother telling you stories of this very library and how her brothers had to practically drag her out, something that you knew you had gotten from her.

               You went through the many selves and grabbed whatever looked interesting before finding a place to set up to read. You sat there for what only felt like minutes as you read a few of the books that you had pulled. Faintly hearing the door open, you didn’t even bother looking up. Heavy boots hit the ground with ever step the dwarf took.

               “Aw, here you are lass. Balin told me you were exploring some and from the looks of it, you are your mother’s child.” You looked up and saw Dwalin. You smiled up at him as you were surrounded by books.

               “Aye uncle. This place is amazing.”

               “That is what your mother thought when we were younger. I also see that you had found some of the rooms down this hall as well as aired them out, something else your mother would have done.”

               “As you say, I am my mother’s child.” You smirked at your uncle Dwalin. He reached out and helped you stand on your feet but lost balance and almost fell into your uncle who caught you with ease. “How long was I here?”

               “It’s morning now, lass. Now, let’s get you some food and then you may come back, hiding from Thorin as Balin has said you were doing.”

               “I am not hiding from Thorin. I just refuse to die under a huge pile of gold and other treasure searching for a single huge stone.”

               “Don’t let him hear you say that. He isn’t himself.” You looked up at you uncle and placed a hand on his broad shoulder.

               “I know uncle, why do you think I opted to explore this wonderful place and had found such a treasure as this.” You gestured to the library that the two of you began walking out of.

               “Hush now lassie. Food is almost ready.” You chuckled at him as he let his tough guy façade falter into the carrying uncle that you had always know of him.

               “Lead the way uncle.” You both smiled as he led the way back to the others. Fili smiled brightly as you came closer as Kili was off somewhere else. Fili gave you a side hug as you were handed a bowl of food. “This place is amazing.”

               “Is it now, (Y/n)? Find anything that kept you busy all night?” Fili smirked at you as if he knew what you were doing all night.

               “I did, thank you Fee. Now if you don’t mind I would like to eat before Thorin finds me and I die under a mountain of gold.” You pulled away from Fili and sat down near Balin and Dwalin. Both of them smiled as you did so and Dwalin patted you on the top of your head which caused you to glare at him. You got up from your spot and handed your bowl to one of the others with a warm smile. Bofur looked confused as you walked back down the hall towards the library you had found last night. Walking past all of the rooms that you had aired out before you found the library.

               Instead of going into the library, you walked past the doors to see what else you could find. You walked for what felt like hours, opening up more rooms as you went. You have heard Thorin’s voice from time to time, not hearing what he was yelling on about but just the sound of his voice. The sound of his voice pushed you to continue exploring.

               After many doors and Mahal new how long, you found an open area. You looked around it and saw that it was a training area. Some targets lined up on the far side and to your right and left, training weapons hung along the walls. As you stepped further in, you turned slowly to take it all in. The stories that Dwalin had told you of the area were coming back to you. You had always wondered what the area truly looked like and to you the area was absolutely amazing. As you looked at the weapons, you ran a hand gently over some of the blades of dwarven forged steel. You thought to yourself if your father had trained down in this area.

               You never knew your father, just that he was trained by the sword and was a good man. No matter how you tried, your mother told you the same thing. Even before you left with your uncles, she held onto her secret. Your uncles knew who your father was but did not say a word to you edge wise, probably due to some form of agreement between the three.

               With all the swords, throwing knives, axes, hammers, and bows in front of you, you wanted to see if the bows still worked. You picked one up and tested the draw string, smiling as it held strong. You grabbed a hand full of arrows and a quiver, sliding the arrows into it before walking towards the targets. Once you stood a good distance away from the target, you pulled out an arrow and twirled it in your fingers. Testing the weight balance of it, the arrow felt different from what you were used to but you knew that you could train a bit with it after a few practice shots.

               As the time passed, your aim became better. There were times where you would pull an arrow from the quiver and twirl it around your fingers like you have seen the elves do. You were about let loose another arrow when you heard something behind you. Quickly turning and dropping down to one knee, you pointed the arrow at the intruder and coming to realize that Fili had found you.

               “Whoa, (Y/n).” His hands raised in front of him as he slowly made his way towards you.

               “Mahal, Fee. I almost killed you. What were you thinking, sneaking in here?”

               “Sorry.” He looked like the young one that you met decades before. “I wanted to see what you were up to and wasn’t expecting to find you armed.”

               “I’m always armed, Fee. You know that.”

               “I do. From the looks of it, you can give Kee a challenge with arrows.”

               “These arrows are not like the ones that he nor I normally use. They are a bit heavier than the others are and from the looks beautifully made.” You pulled the arrow off the bow and twirled it around your fingers, smiling as you did so. “I had even found some throwing knives, if you choose to test them out. I do not know if they are sharp but I have a feeling that you can throw them hard enough to get them to stay.”

               The both of you chuckled as you placed the arrow into your quiver that you had slipped onto your back. You pulled the quiver off your back and sat it down against the wall along with the bow you were using then walked over to where you found the knives. Fili looked at some of the knives that sat on a shelf just above the swords. He picked one up and felt the edge of the blade to see of how sharp it was.

               “I like how these feel in my hands.” Fili doesn’t look up at you as he continues to examine the knives. He flips one, testing the balance of it. “These will definitely come in handy.”

               “In handy for what?” You stood next to him and picked up a couple of them for yourself then walking back to where you stood when firing arrows.

               “For when any male dares to cause you harm.” You looked back at him, thinking to yourself that he would end up hurting his own brother.

               “You are truly like the brother I never had Fee and I love you for that.” You turned and threw the dagger in your hand, hitting dead center seconds after you released it. You grinned to yourself that you hadn’t lost your touch with them. “There is a battle coming Fee, I know there is.”

               “I know, (Y/n).” He saw a flicker of fear in your eyes. “I’m surprised that Thorin hasn’t tried to fight any of us.” You saw the pain of what his uncle was doing in his eyes. Fili was always like an older brother to you and helped you through all the times some of the other dwarves insulted you for not knowing who your father was.

               “Thorin is sick, from Balin has told me. That is why you haven’t seen me anywhere near him.”

               “I know, besides I doubt that he would make you dig in all that gold.”

               “Why do you say that? It’s not like he approves of me in any way.”

               “That, (Y/n), is where you’re wrong. You can hold your own in any fight with or without a weapon, you have saved not only him but me and Kee a number of times, and most of all he thinks you are a great match for Kee.” He smiled slightly.

               “Great match, right. Apparently he never thought about us getting captured and thrown in the dungeons of Thranduil’s kingdom.” Your face fell and you felt the sting that you had felt from the day before. “I’m going to see if I can find a bath. I’ll see you at supper.” You dropped the other blade in your hand and walked out of the training area and into the halls.

               You walked further down the hall until you found exactly what you were looking for, a huge glorious bath. Your mother had told you that the baths in Erebor were amazing with the hot springs that were heated by the core of the mountain. The room around the water was amazingly beautiful with carvings of runes of peace and serenity scattered around the room. You finally felt peaceful for once during this whole journey despite knowing of the battle that was quickly approaching. You walked around the room, taking in the beauty of it.

               You started to hum a tune as you slid your tunic over your head. The words for the tune fell from your lips as you continued to undress yourself.

I’ll be your dream, I’ll be your wish, I’ll be your fantasy.

I’ll be your hope, I’ll be your love, be everything that you need.

I’ll love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do


I want to stand with you on a mountain

I want to bathe with you in the sea.

I want to lay like this forever.

Until the sky falls down on me


               You slowly made your way into the hot water and dove into the large pool like bath. After almost dying for the past almost year, you were glad to finally get some real alone time and to be able to relax.

               In a few days’ time, there would be the greatest battle you would have to face.