doing a dwalin over these two

Stupid, Ignorant Dwarf

Originally posted by vampirediaries-imagine

Originally posted by tinysofia

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series
This is a continuation of The One

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Thorin Oakenshield X Reader: By My Side

Summary: The reader is done waiting for Thorin, so she takes matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Mild violence

Word Count: 369

Tag List: @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester ,@trumpetsaretheworst@outsidersimagines57@lucifer-in-leather@nea90sweetie

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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood


(Y/n) sat at the top of the stairs, looking down on her fellow dwarves. She listened to their sighs of impatience as the battle raged on outside. (Y/n) stood, and made her way to the rope that Bilbo had used to leave the mountain after Thorin had threatened to kill him. She was done waiting for Thorin, and she wasn’t going to keep letting others fight, while she turned a blind eye. She cast one final glance toward the throne room, where she knew Thorin would be, before climbing down the rope, joining the battle. Dwalin watched as (Y/n) disappeared over the wall, he shook his head, knowing that Thorin wouldn’t take the news well.

Thorin walked toward the company, Kili had confronted him, and he looked at his friends, noticing that (Y/n) wasn’t among them.

“Where is (Y/n)?”

The majority of the company looked around, not even noticing that she was missing. Thorin turned to Dwalin,

“Where is she?”
Dwalin looked down at his feet, and shifted his weight uncomfortably. Thorin grabbed his arm, turning to face him,

“Dwalin?”

“She went over the wall”
“What? You didn’t stop her?”

“If I had tried, she wouldn’t have listened. You know how she is”

Thorin frowned, nothing he could do about it now, he focused on getting out into the battle.

After Thorin led a charge against the orcs, his focus shifted to finding (Y/n). He scanned the battlefield, he began to panic when he couldn’t find her anywhere. Suddenly he heard a scream, he turned to see (Y/n) cornered by three orcs without a weapon. Thorin didn’t waste any time, he ran to her, killing two orcs before tackling the third, stabbing it in the chest. (Y/n) let out a sigh of relief, thanking Thorin, before slapping him. Thorin looked at her in confusion,

“You selfish! Arrogant! Stupid!-”

(Y/n) was cut off when she felt Thorin’s lips on her own. He pulled away, stroking her cheek softly,

“I’m sorry”

“I forgive you, but as romantic as this is, we have to end this”

“You’re right, will you come with me? Fight by my side?”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be”

A New Tradition

Word Count: 965

Pairing: Dwalin x Reader

Challenge: For @sdavid09 TaleTeller’s Fright Night 2017! My prompt was apple cider, and “I’m not drunk, just a little unbalanced.” This was my first time writting for The Hobbit fandom, so let me know what you think!

A/N: This was super fun to write! Feedback is welcomed. Let me know if you want to be tagged!


You were making your way down the hallway leading away from the grand hall. The party was still going on, but you needed a break. You were heading toward the gardens, but the walk seemed much longer than you remembered. You giggled as you thought about the night you’d had, but this turned out to be a bad idea as you lost your balance and had to slump against the stone wall for support. This, however, just made you giggle more.

“For Mahal’s sake lass, what are you doing out here?” You heard Dwalin’s voice from behind you. You giggled harder and turned toward him.

“I want to go see the stars!” You explained. “So I’m going to the garden!” Dwalin rolled his eyes and walked to stand next to you.

“That’s all well and good, but you are going the wrong way.” You knitted your brows and looked around.

“Well why does everything in Erebor look the same? That’s a design flaw.”

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Give No Quarter XII

Thorin shuddered as he broke the water’s surface, the tide nearly pushing him back down in the small expanse between the warring ships. The motionless body he held in his arms added to the iciness spreading through him. He reached to the rope tied tightly around his torso, a single arm holding the woman against him as the response came from the other end. His crew reeled him in like a fish and he dangled above the waters, slowly drawn up towards the boat’s rail.

Y/N felt as if she would slip away before he was pulled to safety and he clung to her desperately. Her body was heavier from her drenched clothing, as little as it was, and he feared she would fall back to the waves. Amidst his dread, his concern for the woman confounded him. He had wondered at her presence in his mind often in the last week, unable to rid her from his thoughts.

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TTB -- Nightmares

Title: Touch the Butts Hobbit Edition— Nightmares

 Summary: You were a simple office worker, until a twist of fate sends you tumbling into Middle Earth and into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.  You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know if you will survive, but you have this feeling that there is a great love story in the making.  But who will be the one you are destined to be with?  Make your choice and Touch the Butts.  

 Warnings: Language.  Fluff. Implied Sexy Times.  

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Originally posted by middleearth2asgard

It had been a few weeks since the battle, almost two months really.  You couldn’t believe that much time had passed so quickly as you stared into the fire.  You sat on the love seat before it, wrapped in a blanket as you just watched the flames flicker.  

The nightmares had come for you again tonight, always the same, but still a little different. They started out differently each time, either the trolls or goblins or the dragon or Azog.  But they all ended the same, you standing before fourteen graves with the names of your friends on them.  

Thankfully this night you didn’t wake up screaming or sobbing like you did most nights. Instead, you just had a quick intake of breath and then were able to get out of bed.  There were only two thing that could calm you.  The first you were doing right now, a quiet moment alone with your thoughts, staring at the fire.  

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Training Day


Based on these Imagines from @imaginexhobbit: Imagine being a fierce warrior in the company and being very strict about your diet and exercise, Dwalin feels threatened by how serious you take it and you keep challenging one another + Imagine training with Dwalin + (a little bit of) Imagine having a staring contest with Dwalin  || Humor and slight NSFW for innuendo.

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Defensive

Overall Summary: You treated the dwarfs better than most men did and that earns you a spot in a certain dwarf’s heart.

Chapter Summary: In which Vili invites you over for dinner and Thorin apologizes.

Pairings: Thorin x Reader; Dis x Canonical Husband (Vili)

Words: 951

Previous Chapter: Chapter 4

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

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Durins Day

A/N: This is a story for @everyjourneylove because she needed cheering up and a distraction the other day. I hope this distracts you enough. :)
This is a very rough draft layout as I was in a rush to get this to her ASAP.

NSFW and smutty smut smut. You have been warned.


You were enjoying the celebration for Durins Day, quite honestly. The food and the dancing were not that different from any of the human celebrations you had been to, so you actually felt at home here in the mountain. Being one of the few humans in attendance, you were actually honored. How it came to be that you were now living in the dwarven kingdom, even in the royal wing with the rest of the members of the company, was a bit of a long story. Many of the visiting dwarves were quite curious to hear the tale, but were too proud to actually ask.  You had found yourself transported to middle earth somehow, and more specifically, you were dumped in the middle of the company campsite right before they ran into the trolls. Over the course of the journey you became something like the company mascot, as you weren’t a fighter and they took it as their duty to protect you. You had helped out where you could, and became fast friends with the dwarves, one particular dwarf more than the others. Dwalin had seemed to take a shine to you after the troll incident, and he made it his mission to try to teach you how to protect yourself better.

As the trek across the county side progressed, you and Dwalin seemed to always be assigned night watch together. During those long nights you and he often shared stories and grew closer. One night, when he complained about a stubborn ache in his right shoulder, you offered him a quick massage in order to alleviate his pain. He grudgingly accepted, and removed his cloak. You were still quite intimidated by his impressive bulk, and it took all your strength to knead the hard muscles into submission. It was all very innocent, but between the feel of your hands on his flesh and the intimacy of sitting between your legs, pressed against your body, something changed in Dwalin that night. After you were relieved of guard duty, Dwalin moved his bedroll beside yours and settled down for the remaining hours of darkness. You were secretly pleased because his presence made you feel much safer. That morning you awoke to the feeling of great warmth and found that during the night Dwalin had curled around your smaller frame and was holding you against his intimidating bulk. Things didn’t progress further than that until after Erebor was won back. After the battle of the five armies, Thorin invited you to stay, saying that he couldn’t bear to be around Dwalin if you were to choose to leave.

One evening, you were asked by Balin to find Dwalin, who was currently on duty, and advise him that Thorin needed his council. You wandered the great halls, avoiding the stares of the newly arriving dwarves from the iron hills and Ered Luin, and you made your way to the guard house, where you were told that Dwalin was currently at the front gate overseeing the arriving dwarves. When you finally found him, Dwalin was barking orders to his underlings, striking fear in the hearts of the younger guards. When he turned to find you approaching his eyes softened. You were escorting him back inside the halls when suddenly he stopped and turned to face you. “I’m nah good with words o sentiment, lass. If I’m too forward, I hope ye can forgive me,” was all he said before he kissed you softly. The soft kiss quickly turned into one with more passion before you pulled away to catch your breath. “Well, thank Mahal you finally grew a set and got that out of the way,” Kili called out loudly. That was when you noticed you were standing on one of the great thorough fares and the entire kingdom seemed to come to a stand-still to watch your exchange.

After that day, it was generally acknowledged that you and Dwalin were courting. He always managed to avoid giving you an actual courting braid, which irked you a tiny bit. He was quite an amorous lover, and he often sought you out during the day. You were pretty sure that there were very few areas of Erebor left that he hadn’t dragged you off to for a bit of sport. He was careful and made sure that you would not accidentally become pregnant, which often made clean up a bit of a hassle, but it was definitely worth it. Your relationship was a tricky one because you were a human and he was a dwarf, and there were many of the dwarves who frowned upon your relationship, but you didn’t pay any heed to any of the gossip, as your relationship had the backing of the King. You still kept your separate quarters, and Dwalin often sought you out at night after his duties were complete, crawling into your bed with you. Those were the mornings that you would wake up to your lover sleepily enticing you to make love before the day started. Those were your favorite mornings.

When it was announced that Erebor would be throwing a large celebration for Durins Day, you were immediately swept up in the planning. You had a special dress made, with an off the shoulder neckline. Dwalin had grumbled about how he disapproved of you showing so much skin, but you were equally as stubborn as any dwarf, and refused to change. After your little spat, you both went down to the celebrations, separately. Dwalin was assigned to the throne dais for the evening, as personal guard to King Thorin. You took it upon yourself to try to mingle. You found King Bard and his family, and even danced a few rounds with Fili, Kili and Bofur. You were really having a great time, despite your spat with Dwalin. You were standing near the table with the wine casks refilling your goblet when you felt someone grab your upper arm and turn you to face them. You saw the face of a rough looking dwarf that you didn’t recognize, covered in dark hair. It happened so fast, you didn’t have a moment to even notice any details. The dwarf didn’t even get the chance to say a word to you before a large fist covered in tattoos slammed into his face, sending him sprawling to the floor.  

Before you had the chance to do something stupid, like try to break up a fight between two dwarves, because let’s be honest, you’d probably end up in the infirmary by accident, Kili and Fili slid up next to you and placed themselves protectively between you and the bloody brawl that was now occurring in front of everyone. The dwarves were all cheering on their chosen champion, but the fight was short lived. Dwalin stood over the prone body of the unknown dwarf, unaffected by the resounding cheers of the crowd, and spat on the floor beside the bloodied dwarf. He then turned his steely gaze to you, causing you to feel a little flutter in your belly. “Dwalin! What the Hell was tha-?!” you began to say, but he reached his hand between the two princes and began dragging you through the crowd, cutting you off. As you approached the doorway, you tried to pull out of his grip, “Dwalin,” you hissed, completely embarrassed. Your attempt to free yourself was laughable. Dwalin was basically a mountain of muscle, and your struggles didn’t even register with him. He never stopped, never looked back at you as he pulled you through the mostly empty halls in his wake. You were dragged along, into the royal quarters, subjected to his silent seething, wondering if you were going to be thrown from the mountain for some treasonous crime you didn’t know you committed.

               Dwalin finally turned down a dimly lit corridor and stopped to shoulder open a door, the door to his quarters. He swept you inside and slammed the door shut with his foot. He then grabbed both of your arms and pushed you up against the door with a barely controlled force, making you wince a bit as the cool wood pressed into your bare shoulders that were exposed due to the cut of your dress. “Dwa-“, was all you got out before his mouth crashed onto yours, kissing you savagely. Your shock quickly turned to lust and you began to kiss him back, your body responding to his ferocity. When he felt you yield to him he growled appreciatively.  You wrapped your legs around his waist and, after he released your arms in order to grip your ass, your hands fell to his broad shoulders, gripping the rough fabric of his tunic. He spun you away from the door and you both landed heavily on the floor, on one of the many animal skin rugs strewn about the room. The lighting was low as the only source was from a dying fire in the fireplace nearby. It was enough lighting to allow him to begin to feverishly loosen the laces on your bodice as he continued to aggressively kiss and grope you. His greedy mouth moved from ravaging your mouth to nipping and sucking at your throat. You were sure he was leaving marks on your pale flesh, marking you as his.

               He paused briefly in order to sit up and yank his tunic over his head, exposing his torso to your hungry eyes. You let your eyes travel over him, the rippling muscles, the many scars and tattoos, all either highlighted or shadowed by the dim firelight. His large calloused hands ran down your sides, and with a little help from you, he tugged the material over your head, leaving you exposed for his viewing pleasure. You had forgone underwear that evening because you hadn’t had a chance to retrieve them from the laundry in time, and now you were thankful that you had been lazy, as you were sure Dwalin would have destroyed them in the process of removing them. His rough hands burned as they travelled along your skin, his hooded gaze raking over your flesh. Before you could speak he stopped your thoughts with another scorching kiss. His large body was completely covering yours, nestled between your thighs. You felt the hand that was not supporting his weight slide down between your bodies, to the juncture of your thighs, testing your readiness. He groaned as he felt just how ready you were for him, moving his hand to loosen the ties on his leggings. Once he freed himself from his leggings, you had barely time to take a breath before he placed his member at your opening and pushed himself inside with a desperate snap of his hips. His strength and intensity practically knocking the air from your lungs as his assault intensified. His mouth was devouring the flesh on your neck, breasts and throat while his free hand tangled in your hair, gripping it roughly. You couldn’t think straight and couldn’t feel anything but Dwalin. He was encompassing you and overtaking you with his prowess and absolute need for you. Soon, the pleasure building in you was becoming too much to hold on to.

               Feeling your impending climax approaching, Dwalin pulled back and used his enormous strength to flip you over onto your belly, before burying himself inside you once more. He placed his elbows on the floor beside you and looped his hands beneath your arms, curling them around to grip your shoulders. His thrusts became more frantic and you could feel the muscles of his abdomen flexing and releasing along your back with every thrust. His greedy mouth continued to assault the flesh of your shoulder and neck as he began to piston his hips forcefully, eliciting cries of passion from you that you never thought you’d make. With a slight nip to the side of your neck, your orgasm crashed over you in waves of ecstasy. A few more forceful thrusts from Dwalin and he was soon following you, roaring his release deep inside you. You lay beneath him, panting and boneless, unable to even move enough to brush a strand of hair from your eyes. Dwalin kissed the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver, as he nuzzled into your hair. He remained on top of you, keeping just enough of his weight on his elbows so as not to crush you. The amount of heat he was throwing off was stifling. “Ugh! You’re going to have to get off me. I can’t breathe, you big oaf”, you growled softly.  Dwalin took your request as a bit of a challenge and ground his hips down, his semi-hard member still inside you, causing you to whimper. He kissed your shoulder softly before flopping to the side, stretched out on his back.

               His right arm was out to the side while his left was possessively kneading your ass, in an absentminded manner. His eyes were closed, but his lips had a slight curl to them, as if a smile threatened to peak out from his bushy beard.  You leaned up onto your elbows in order to observe him. He must’ve felt you staring because he cracked open his left eye to peer out at you. Tipping your head to the side you asked, “Do you care to explain what that was all about?” With a growl he rolled onto his side to face you. Leaning on his left elbow, he used his right hand to grasp your hip and pulled you up against him. “He should na touched ye. Yer my lass!” he snarled. You rolled your eyes at this explanation, earning you a playful smack on your ass.  “Seriously? That is why you punched a complete stranger in the face? Multiple times, I might add.” “Yer MY lass! No other male is teh touch ye but ME!” he growled out. “That’s ridiculous! I danced with Fili, Kili and Bofur. You didn’t feel the need to punch them!”Dwalin leveled a stoney glare at you with a look that said, he was trying not to throttle some sense into you. “Besides, he only touched my arm! For all we know he may have been about to ask me directions to the restroom, or complement me on my beautiful dress,” you said in exasperation. “We’ll never know now because it’s a little hard to talk when some Neanderthal has punched all of your teeth out,” you snapped at him in frustration. He snaked his right hand up your side, and grasped a fistful of your hair. “I dinna care wha he wanted,” Dwalin told you in a soft, menacing tone between soft kisses to your jaw and neck. “He knows better than teh lay his hands on ye!”  You gave him a saucy smile and said, “Without a braid, I’m a free woman,” taunting him a bit. His face darkened and his eyes turned to cold, blue steel. “Yer my woman, braid or no! Tha mewling warg pup excrement knows it too! He was hopin’ to charm his way in teh yer skirts too, in order to usurp me. I’ll have none o’ those iron hills rejects pawin’ my woman!” He practically shouted, rolling you onto your back, settling between your thighs once again.

               With a groan of contentment, he pushed himself into you again. His ministrations were much more gentle and calculated this time around. He thrust in long, controlled strokes, while caressing you just about everywhere with his rough hands. “I’m gonna make it so tha there’s no doubt tha yer my woman,” he whispered in your ear before kissing you hungrily and increasing his pace, not giving you a chance to respond. This round of love making was much more controlled, but every bit as exciting and satisfying as the first round. Before you knew it, you were climaxing, and Dwalin soon followed, grunting and sighing contentedly. You both lay there on the pelts, in front of the dying fire, his fingers caressing your skin, lovingly tracing patterns on your naked flesh. You looked at the sated warrior and let out soft sigh before asking, “Did you mean it?” He peeked at you from under his bushy eyebrows and and made a questioning noise. “Are you finally going to give me a braid, you commitmentphobe?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. “Nah, I’m shite at braidin’. My fingers were no made fer such delicate work,” he replied smugly. “Then, what?” You were curious as to if this hulking, gruff warrior was hinting at what you thought he was hinting at. He leaned over and kissed your lips softly before saying, “Imma give ya my babe, woman. I want ye to be my wife, mother to my babes, and keeper of my heart and home,” he growled softly, his lips caressing your jaw. “D-did you just ask me to marry you?” you asked, surprised that after all these months of avoiding it, he finally took that step. “Did I?” he replied teasingly. You punched him in the chest, causing him to laugh and mumble something about you probably hurting your hand punching him, as he kissed the knuckles of the offending hand.

               You woke early the next morning to a soft knock at the door. Dwalin didn’t even bother to cover himself as he left the bed to answer the door; he just opened the door stark naked, not caring if whoever it was saw everything he had. You heard Balins voice in the entry way asking, “So, have ye asked her yet? I must say this is a shoddy plan.” Dwalin just crossed his massive arms across his bare chest and grunted. Balin chuckled and said, “Well, don’t be surprised if she plays a nasty trick on ye, for revenge. Still don’t understand why ye won’t just give ‘er a braid.” When Dwalin still stood there glaring at his older brother, Balin continued, “In any case, I brought some refreshments for the lass, knowing how bull headed ye can be when ye are set on a course of action. I figured ye probably not gonna leave yer quarters for a spell.” He handed Dwalin a large tray overflowing with food and a jug of ale. Dwalin used his foot to slam the door in his brothers’ face before he placed the platter and jug down on a small table near-by.  When he turned back toward you, you saw the determined look in his eyes. When he began striding back to the bed and you gave a small squeak, trying to scramble out from under the covers, but he was too fast. He tackled you to the bed and began tickling you until he wrestled you back into submission. He hovered over you, wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes. He stroked the side of your face gently, smiling softly, before growling, “Lass, I’ve got a mission teh complete. We’re nah leavin’ this bed ‘til I’ve put my babe in ye.” You smiled up at him, amused by his confidence and determination. “You know, for someone who strikes fear into the hearts of some of his own people, you sure seem to be pretty jovial around me,” you teased, kissing the tip of his nose. “Ah,lass, ye should know by now that yer sweet ass would bring a smile to any dwarf, man or even a poncy elf. Now stop talkin’. I’ve work teh do.”

Becoming Real - Part 4

Originally posted by butteryplanet

PART 1  |  PART 2   |   PART 3  |  PART 4

Characters: Thorin, Company, Reader.
Setting:
Erebor after BOTFA (Everyone lives, fix-it).
Synopsis: Firmly ensconced in Erebor and fed up with the tedium of their daily duties, Thorin’s company tries to revive old times by going on a camping trip. Meanwhile, Thorin is reconsidering his choice of queen and trying to avoid the company’s well-intentioned meddling into his love life, with mixed success.
Warnings:
NSFW. Angsty. Hurt/Comfort with a lot of hurt.  
Notes:
This is the first sequel to THE LONG DARK. It will make a lot more sense if you read that story first. My thanks go out to my darlings @hardlyfatal, @fromthedeskoftheraven​ and @snugsbunnyfluff  for listening to my interminable whining about this story, making excellent suggestions and slogging through my first (and n-th) drafts without a single complaint.
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1611



Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
        — Pablo Neruda

 You left your shelter during a lull in the deluge. The way back was  ridiculously short, though the path was treacherous and slippery with mud. Thorin held onto your hand throughout, clearly unwilling to take chances.

The moment you stepped into the cave he let go of you.

All eyes turned to you as you entered. You saw a ribald remark form on Kíli’s lips, only to die when Fíli elbowed him hard. A flash of resentment pierced you, but it was gone as swiftly as it had arrived. None of this was his fault.

Soon it became clear to everyone that something bad had happened between you and Thorin. By unspoken agreement you sat in different corners of the cave, and when you took off your wet clothes to wrap yourself in a blanket, Thorin looked the other way.

To your relief, everyone knew better than to comment. They probably thought it was a run of the mill lovers’ quarrel that would blow over soon. So they made sure to carry on as usual.

You had no idea how to behave. A part of you still hoped for a resolution, but you knew Thorin had to get there on his own. So you decided to behave as normally as you could, even though your heart sat in your chest like a lead weight.

Besides, regardless of your personal feelings, you had a duty to the others. You wouldn’t spoil their good time if you could help it. So you smiled at Bofur’s jokes, ate the food Bombur had prepared even though it tasted like ash in your mouth, and when you finally curled up on your bedroll, you were so exhausted that you slept like a log.

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You were left to your worries and pain for a week. Over the days, members of the Company streamed in to check on the woman who had fallen from the skies and it helped distract you from the pull of your stitches and your bedridden state. Bofur came with his brothers and re-enacted his heroic feats of battle, Bombur offering you some walnut biscuits he had baked in the reinstated ovens of Erebor, and Bifur leaving a mechanical bird on your bedside table.

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TTB -- To Impress a Lady

Title: Touch the Butts Hobbit Edition— To Impress a Lady

 Summary: You were a simple office worker, until a twist of fate sends you tumbling into Middle Earth and into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.  You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know if you will survive, but you have this feeling that there is a great love story in the making.  But who will be the one you are destined to be with?  Make your choice and Touch the Butts.  

 Warnings: Language.

 Start From the Beginning

Originally posted by middleearthsource

“Lass?”  

You looked over your shoulder and smiled as Dwalin walked up beside you.  After having successfully made it down the carrack and Gandalf saying he knew someone nearby who could help them, everyone seemed to be in better moods, Dwalin included.

“What’s up?” You said softly as he fell in step beside you.  

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The Company when they’re bored:

Thank you for the prompt @thealbersclan, this helped me survive the afternoon!  I couldn’t post it from my phone though, so I’ve only just managed to get onto my laptop now before bed.  Hope you guys enjoy this little randomness.  XD

  • Thorin - Read.  I’d like to think that in the dull moments Thorin would do something to unwind, like read.  (As well as still keep an eye on Fili and Kili, maybe join them too).
  • Dwalin - Assuming that his weapons were both sharp and clean, I believe Dwalin would be learning how to kick.  He decided that not enough people made him cookies, so he’s made it a mission to learn how to do it himself.
  • Balin - He often likes these quiet times, taking himself on walks, helping clear his head and get away from the chaos that is the company.  He also likes to drop in on Dwalin from time to time and give him tips on cooking.
  • Fili - On his own, Fili likes watching the clouds, it brings him back to his childhood and sparks his imagination with what shapes he can see.  With Kili, well, it’s just say it’s a matter of time before they prank Dwalin again, with or without Thorin’s help.
  • Kili - He practises with his bow.  He knows it’s not traditional for dwarves, but he enjoys the freedom it gives him, putting him apart from his brother.  With Fili, he’s often the one nagging to do something with Dwalin’s cooking and insisting that Thorin be involved.
  • Oin - Enjoys a nap.  He might be partially deaf, but it doesn’t mean that he sleeps well.
  • Gloin - Makes toys for Gimli, usually animals, but he’ll occasionally humour himself with funny looking warriors or creatures, smiling when he knows it’ll make Gimli laugh.
  • Bofur - Always in the mood for a song, he’ll sit there and think of new tunes and words, humming them to himself, his foot tapping absently and really wishing he’d wrote them down.
  • Bifur - He collects flowers and interesting leaves, putting them on a book that is really over full of all that stuff, but he hasn’t had time to get another one yet.  Each one is meticulously cared for and placed, but only the company knows this, the book well hidden in his pack.
  • Bombur - When he’s not dragged into teaching (“helping”) Dwalin, Bombur will be sitting next to his brother and using his pot as a small drum.  Occasionally he’ll mess up the rhythm just to see what Bofur will do, and Bofur never disappoints, taking it in his stride until the two burst into laughter.
  • Dori - with a theif for a brother, Dori figures it’s not a good idea to get bored, so in those hours where there is nothing to do, he makes sure that Nori is occupied, either playing a varying amount of card games or forcing Nori to help him clean things (although, he soon realised this was a bad idea too)
  • Nori - is having a bored theif really a good idea?
  • Ori - Definitely knitting (thanks @thealbersclan haha) or writing what he can, but he definitely prefers the knitting.
  • Bilbo - When he’s not worried about Bag End, Bilbo will find a secluded spot (not too far from the company and preferably with a view) and take out his pipe, smoking away with smoke rings.  Occasionally Gandalf will join him (Bilbo always feel better then) but they’ll remain in silence, jist watching the world.

Seriously, if you guys want to send me stuff like this (hobbit, lotr, supernatural) feel free, my job is so quiet at the moment and tafe work gets boring real quick.

Little Brat

Overall Summary: You are the oldest of the Durins and you live your life happily until the day Smaug attacks. That is when you lost the trust of your little brother, Thorin.

Chapter Summary: Mirkwood Escapes, Confessions and Promises, Drunk Nephews, and One-On-Ones with Frerin

Pairing: Thorin x Sister!Reader; OC x Reader.

Warnings: A LOT OF DIALOGUE. SORRY. CANT HELP IT.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 14

Next Chapter: Chapter 16

A/n: I lied. This is my last post before I leave for the weekend. It’s really long and has A LOT of time skips. Also I felt like Frerin need to get more love. Have a good weekend.


“Y/n? Where’s Thorin? Or Frerin?” Fili asks as you get shoved into his cell.

You were hoping to be put in Gilrin’s cell, but then you remembered that he was already with Dwalin and you highly doubted that you could fit in there with the two of them.

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Heavy Metal

ThorinxReader

based on this imagine from @imaginexhobbit || Setting: forest along the quest before arriving at Beorn’s house || Warnings: Removal of braces by a handsome blacksmith. Do not try this at home. || Songspiration: Trust by Megadeath (I actually love the intro more than the rest of the song, which has nothing to do with orthodontics)

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OPEN YOUR EYES

Words: 3,563
Pairing: Dwalin/Hobbit!Reader
Based on this imagine by imaginexhobbit


Why had you agreed to go on this stupid, ridiculous journey in stead of your stubborn brother? You grumbled as yet again you scratched at the bug bite that threatened to swell up your arm. Since the rain had begun, any encampment that was relatively dry and been swarming with insects.

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Give No Quarter XVIII

*tags: @nelswp @inkededucatednnerdy @fandomgalcentral @crowleysprincess159 @maniczebra83 @everyjourneylove @imaneternalflamebb @booknerdinator3000 @ealasaid @nuvoleincielo @somewhereinimagination @thebakerstboyskeeper @lamberts-bitch @thorins-magnificent-ass *

Dwalin marched through the musty streets of Laketown, head low like a bull as he searched out his target. He knew he would find the captain where he always did these last days. He trod up the ramp of Thrain’s Fury, his footsteps hammering across the deck as he peered into the empty cabin. Of course, Thorin would not have ventured above deck. Not when the sun could be seen through the thinning clouds.

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TTB -- Passing the Test

Title: Touch the Butts Hobbit Edition— Passing the Test

 Summary: You were a simple office worker, until a twist of fate sends you tumbling into Middle Earth and into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.  You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know if you will survive, but you have this feeling that there is a great love story in the making.  But who will be the one you are destined to be with?  Make your choice and Touch the Butts.  

 Warnings: Language.  Fluff.  

 Start From the Beginning

Originally posted by intomiddleearth-blog

Originally posted by random-fandom-imagines98

Ever since that day in the kitchens, you couldn’t help but notice that a smile typically graced your face now.  But how could it not when you were courting Dwalin, who turned out to be the biggest fluff that had ever fluffed?!  

And of course only a couple people believed you, mainly Thorin, Balin, Gloin, and Bombur. Pretty much the two who knew him best and the two who were married.  It made for some interesting encounters.  Like this morning.

Admittedly, you loved living in Erebor, especially in the Company’s wing.  You were happy with your rooms across from Fili and Kili (as it was never boring), and having your room sandwiched between Balin (who you could always go to for dwarf-based questions) and Dwalin (for obvious reasons. Hell, you and Dwalin’s room even had a connecting door!  How perfect was that?!  

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The Hobbit Preference #1 - how you meet

(I had to guess some of the eye colors based off of pictures so I’m sorry if I got them wrong. Hope you enjoy!)

Y/N = your name

Bilbo - You bumped into Bilbo at the marketplace in the Shire one day.

You were walking in the marketplace, a bit flustered as you were gathering your things for dinner. You looked down at your feet as you moved through the busy walkway, trying to remember what you would need when suddenly you collided with something rather solid.

You fell back, eyes widening in surprise as you hit the ground with a soft thud.

“Oh dear!” You looked up, surprised to find that the thing you had bumped into was actually a he. A hobbit stood before you, his thumbs tucked into his waist coat and a look of shock plastered on his face.

“I’m terribly sorry!” He reached out a hand which you gladly took. He tugged hard and pulled you to your feet so fast that you crashed into his chest.

His deep blue eyes met yours and everything else seemed to sort of fade into the background. As if you and him were the only two beings in the yard.

“Watch out!” A burly hobbit woman rudely pushed past the two of you, snapping you out of your daydream. The male let you out of his grip and cleared his throat awkwardly. You averted your gaze to the floor and noticed your groceries, scattered across the dirt. You leaned down and carefully began to gather your items back into your woven basket. The man leaned down next to you and helped to gather the supplies.

“My name is Bilbo Baggins. Again, I’m terribly sorry. It seems I wasn’t paying attention.” You chuckled slightly and straightened to a standing.

“The fault is mine. Thank you for the help, but I must get going. It was a pleasure.” You curtsied and turned to move along on your journey.

“Wait! You never told me your name!” Bilbo called after you. You looked over your shoulder and smiled.

“Y/N.” You called, and with that you turned and left.

Bard the Bowman - You were being hassled by Alfrid when Bard came to your rescue.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” You shrieked as you attempted to pull your hand from Alfrid’s iron grip.

“And why should I do that?” He laughed, a horrible, nasally sound that hurt your head.

“I paid your damn fee, now let me go!” You pulled as hard as you could and finally wrenched your arm away. The force of your pull caused you to fall to the ground, your skirts getting tangled on your ankles as you tried to scoot away from the approaching man.

He took leisurely steps towards you, laughing the whole time.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of your shivering form. A man had stepped before you, standing menacingly between Alfrid and yourself.

“Bard.” The worm called, disappointment and a hint of fear in his voice.

“Is this what you do in your free time? Harass the women of Lake Town and hope that it will please your master? She’s done what you’ve asked, now leave her alone.” The gruff voice commanded.

Alfrid hesitated a moment before regaining his composure. He huffed angrily and took a step back.

“Fine. But he won’t always be around to protect you, sweetheart.” With that he made his retreat.

The man turned to face you, grumbling an insult under his breath as he reached his hand down to where you sat.

“My name’s Bard. Pay Alfrid no mind, he’s an overgrown bait worm.” You chuckled lightly and took the hand that was offered. He pulled you gently to your feet and took your hurt wrist in his hands.

“Thank you.” You winced slightly as he squeezed the bruised area.

“Nothing more than some light bruising. But you should be careful out here.” Bard put a comforting hand over yours and then released it. “Might I know your name?”

“Y/N.” He smiled lightly.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Have a nice night, miss.” Your face flushed and you were glad for the dark to hide it.

“Thank you for your help.” Bard nodded and began to walk back in the direction Alfrid had come from.

You stood in the same spot for a few moments before you finally noticed the cold biting through your thin clothes. You turned and continued on with your journey, this time cautious of who may be hiding in the shadows.

Fili - You were the daughter of a nobel in the Iron Hills. Your parents had agreed to an arranged marriage between you and the prince. Your first meeting was planned out so that you could meet your future husband.

You were nervous as hell. In fact, you could hardly keep your knees from shaking. You had been preparing for this moment for most of your life.

You were waiting for your future husband to come through the doors. Your parents had been planning this for many years and this was the man you were going to be spending the rest of your life with.

Mahal you hoped he was at least cordial.

You sat in one of the many sitting rooms of Erebor, waiting for the prince to come and see you. Your parents were spending time with your future in law, giving you some alone time with your fiancé.

The door opened and your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. You rose quickly to your feet and turned to face the opening.

In walked a handsome young dwarf. His golden locks cascaded down his back and his bright blue eyes shone brightly against his fair skin. He was dressed fairly casually but he still managed to make his tunic look elegant as he stood there. His eyes flitted up and down your form slowly, apparently taking you in as much as you were taking in him.

You couldn’t be more thankful that your future husband was quite attractive.

“My lady.” His smooth voice floated above the silence in the room and he took a step forward, letting the door close behind him.

“My lord.” You snapped out of my daze and curtsied low to the floor. He chuckled lightly, a pleasant sound and made his way to the seat adjacent to yours and sat down.

“So it seems we are to be married.” You laughed. This was going better than you could have hoped for.
(A/N sorry I had no idea how to end this.)

Kili - You were the daughter of Dwalin and you met at a birthday celebration for your father.

Your father was a stubborn man. He rarely ever showed his true emotions and honestly, if he had known you were going to throw him a party he would never have let it happen.

But, you were a dwarf. And you certainly were your fathers daughter.

So you gathered his friends in secret and told them of your plan. The king had quite a laugh when he’d discovered your plot, but he was Dwalin’s best friend. He decided to help you to pull everything together.

You knew he wouldn’t want some huge party, so you just pulled together a few of his friends and some mead for them to enjoy.

Dwalin had been quite surprised, but ultimately happy about the gathering.

You sat on the sidelines, enjoying your handy work when one of Thorin’s nephews slid into the seat beside you. He ordered a pint of mead for himself before turning to you.

“Quite the party, eh?” You smiled into your drink and took a sip before responding.

“I should hope so. Father seems to be enjoying himself.” You gestured lightly with your mug to where Dwalin sat, singing merrily with his friends as they drank.

“Dwalin is your father?” The young prince questioned as the bartend plopped his drink onto the counter.

“Indeed. And the King is your Uncle.” You smirked slightly and turned to face the prince completely.

“Kili. At your service.” He placed his hand out to shake, and amused smile plastered on his face.

“Y/N. At yours.” You took the outstretched hand and shook it strongly. This would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Thorin Oakenshield - You were Dwalin’s sister so you had known Thorin for as long as Dwalin had. You met a few months after Dwalin had when Thorin visited your house.

“Dwalin have you seen my- oh.” You stopped short when you noticed that your brother had company with him. He was very handsome, his dark hair pulled back into a knot behind his head and his light green eyes shining slightly in the dull candle light.

“Terribly sorry. Wasn’t aware you had company.” You descended the last few stairs and bobbed your head at the two men standing in the doorway. You moved past them, going towards the kitchen and pulling up two mugs for mead.

You didn’t plan to spend much time with the two, just get what you were looking for and go, but you couldn’t help overhearing your brothers conversation.

“You never told me you had a sister.” The black haired man not so subtly said to Dwalin.

You heard a thud behind you and a huff of pain mixed with laughter as the two shuffled over to the table behind you. You filled up the mugs and placed them in front of the boys.

“Y/N, this is Thorin Oakenshield.” You raised an eyebrow at the name.

“What is the prince of Erebor doing with someone as annoying as my brother?” You crossed your arms over your chest. Dwalin sputtered out a complaint as Thorin laughed, a deep chuckle.

“You know, sometimes I have to ask myself the same question.” He said, giving your brother a pointed look.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to… whatever it is you do.” You nodded and made towards the stairs, forgetting all about your missing item, those thoughts replaced by a certain black haired prince.

It’s Short

Based on an imagine from imaginexhobbit

Imagine that Thorin, Kili or Fili overhear you telling someone else that you consider yourself “boyish” looking, but they find you beautiful and prove it to you by fiercely kissing you the next time you’re alone.

You hadn’t wanted to cut your hair, but after all that had happened between Bag End and Rivendale there was little you could do to salvage the former glory of your dark locks. Somewhere between trying to rescue your cousin Bilbo from trolls and ending up on a spit over a fire you lost half of it to the flames. Luck kept it mostly off of your skin, as a part of your left cheek and forehead where still healing from the scalding heat. The hair that used to hang to your waist had been well above your shoulders after the ordeal and to properly tend your burns the elves had to shave left side of your head as close as they dared. You had always taken comfort in the length of your hair, it made you feel… feminine. You had always felt boyish, you felt like you didn’t look as pretty or as fair as the other hobbit girls that you knew around Hobbiton. And now, looking at your very short hair cut in the mirror you felt a part of you was missing. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry as the nameless elf silently cut your hair and somehow you kept the tears inside. That was a few hours ago now, and you hadn’t seen the Company since the change; missed supper too. You were starving and yet couldn’t think of eating at the same time. “It will grow back Y/N.” you whispered softly to yourself, passing a hand over the short strands.

Steeling your nerves you went to find your boys. You worried about what they would say, all of them had long hair, and spoke often and with pride about Dwarven customs to do with hair. Specifically you worried about that Kili would think. The both of you had been dancing around a mutual attraction for weeks now, but neither of you had acted on it. Would that change now? Would he think differently about you? You at least could feel slightly relieved that nothing had happened, for if things did change, it would at least hurt less. You would only miss what could have been, rather then loose what you already had. You heard them before you saw them, loud and enthusiastic and you found yourself pausing in the hallway. Closing you eyes you relished the joy and mischievousness that was sure to end as soon as you made your way into the room. Grasping the last threads of your confidence you walked around the corner, through the elegant doorway, and all the talking stopped. You found yourself staring at the floor unable to meet anyone’s gaze.

“What did those blasted Elves do to you?!”

Ah Gloin, bless his soul, sounded completely outraged at the wrong people.

“They had to Gloin…. my hair was burnt… and my face….” You softly got out, still staring at your fuzzy feet. He grumbled something about how they should have asked first and that they were the rudest race on earth for just shaving you like that. Thorin hushed him with a word before the other dwarf worked himself up for a true rant. You felt someone draw near to you, Oin of course wanted to make sure that the “treatment” was up to standards.

“Come into the light lass, I want to have a look.” He said seriously. You knew he only had your health in mind, but you found yourself blushing with shame as you came near. To their credit, not one whispered to the other, but the silence was almost as bad. “Well they do know their medicine… this will be easy to keep clean and it is well on it way to being mended as it is. And lass…. I’m glad you’re doing better. We all are.” he said, you could hear the sincerity in his voice and were grateful for it. “Thank-you. All of you. I didn’t know if I’d make it here.” The pain had been intense, you didn’t really remember much, other then Kili refusing to let anyone else take you, which at the time was romantic but now… how would he feel about such a boyish looking hobbit?

“And if I may lass.” Bofur spoke up. You held your breath as you never knew what would come out of his mouth. Most of the time it was a joke or a tease, but you didn’t know if you could take teasing right now. “I still think you are the prettiest hobbit I know.” he said with a wink.

“You only know two Bofur…. I’m not sure that’s much of a compliment. Besides chances are, if I happened to be blond you’d be mistaking me for Bilbo every time my back was turned.” You replied, just a little put out.  

“Now why would I do that?”

“Because I look like a boy.”

“Um… Lass.”

“Don’t say a word.” You warned him softly. Now as not the time for him to mention the “differences” between you and your cousin. Bofur didn’t know what conversational boundaries meant. Probably didn’t even think that they existed with all the stories you had heard over the last month or so. You heard Fili and Kili chuckle at Bofur’s quiet huff as he decided to leave his sentence unsaid.

“Well that is enough gawking, get the lass some food.” Dwalin spoke softly as the two princes quieted down and before you knew it the merriment returned and you had “real” food shoved into you hands by a smiling Bombur. No one mentioned it again, and the night went on as if nothing had changed. It was then you could feel the tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you did your level best not to ruin the return to normalcy. Luckly the damn did not break and you got through supper without much trouble. Fili and Kili took up their respective spots on either side of you, just as they did any other night and kept you distracted and your plate full as the evening wore on. You took down a mental note that the way Kili had acted towards you had not changed, that subtle line of flirting was still there and your heart leapt at the idea that just maybe you weren’t all that boyish to him. You could also be imagining things.

“Y/N, you look a little pale, are you alright?” Trust Bilbo to know it’s time for you to sleep before you do. You looked up at your dear cousin, looking worried from his spot beside Ori. “I mean, you’ve had a long day. Shall I help you to your room or?” he let his question drift off as you felt Kili shift beside you. “I’ve got it.” he said shortly. The dark dwarf prince seemed nervous, for usually he wasn’t so abrupt. You mumbled a thank-you to him before setting your plate to the side and rising, bidding goodnight to the rest of the Company. Now that you and Kili were alone, you were much more aware of the healing wound and your hair. You had been surrounded by beautiful elves all day and now walking beside the dwarf you just happened to have a attraction to, you felt plain. “You really don’t think that about yourself do you?” He asked, as you both made your way down the hallway towards your room. “Like what? Like a boy? I guess so. I’ve… always felt less then, well…. pretty. At least compared to the other hobbit girls I grew up with. I mean I know I’m no-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as all at once you found yourself turned and pressed against the cool wall, your mouth covered by Kili’s.

Now this was not what you expected and your found yourself gasping against his mouth. One hand cupped the right side of your face while his left hand rested against the wood of the hallway. He was warm and taking complete advantage of your gasp by deepening the kiss. Being stunned did not last long, as you had imagined kissing him like this for weeks and you weren’t about to miss out. Wrapping both arms around his neck you pulled him closer, you heart pounding in your ears as you felt the scruff of his beard on your cheeks. Time seemed to stand still as the kiss didn’t end and grew in intensity, both of you starting to breath heavily. Finally he broke away, leaving you feeling thoroughly breathless and flushed.

Kili passed a calloused thumb over your lower lip, his eyes dark and full of desire you hadn’t seen before. “You are the most beautiful woman I know.” he stated, voice rough with emotion. You smiled at him, “Really now? Even with the battle scars and the short hair?” You asked, slightly teasing, but wanting him to tell the truth none the less. “Yes.” Kili didn’t even both to explain, he just spoke his heart and for that you kissed him again, running your hands over his jaw and into his hair. You felt both arms slide around your waist and heard him moan slightly in the back of his throat.  Well you were going to have lovely dreams about that tonight. You pulled back from him again, staring into his eye’s, “Say it again.” you asked.

“You are beautiful, from the moment I met you in Bag End, I thought you were the most captivating person I have ever met.” the prince set his forehead against yours as he spoke. “I thought that all hope was lost, that you would never find a dwarf like myself attractive, I mean I can’t even grow a proper beard. And I’m not like those hobbit lads back home. I thought I had no chance.” he admitted, brushing your uninjured cheek.

“For the record Kili, I like your beard.” You softly respond.

“For the record I like your hair long or short, Y/N. And you do not look boyish.” Kili smiled.        

Just KISS!

I’m so sorry it’s been so long since my last post, but I finally have some time to myself, and just watched the POTC movies in one night (I know kinda out of control but it reflects on my life right now) ANYWHO! I can’t get this idea out of my head!

Imagine, everyone’s fighting in the battle of the five armies(I mean no dur!).
Imagine Thorin fighting on the battle field with his family and friends all around him, and they’re fighting, and fighting, and then Bilbo is at his side, helping him kill all of these orcs that have surrounded him.

Thorin: Bilbo!

Bilbo and Thorin proceed to kill an orc together, as Bilbo scoffs at him.

Bilbo: Of course it’s me! Where and who else should it be, you great big dunderhead!

They continue fighting, and Thorin is desperately trying to keep off as many orcs as he can to try and spare Bilbo the trouble of doing it himself while simultaneously trying to come up with a good way for him to apologize profusely for falling to the thing he always feared; but Bilbo beats him to it.

Bilbo: For goodness sake, Thorin! (jumping at his side and taking care of an orc or two) I mean, you know I love you, and would follow you anywhere, but first a dragon, and now orcs, wargs, and goblins?! I’m beginning to think your beloved mountain is cursed, my love! Ha! Take that!

Thorin jerks to a stop at Bilbo’s words for nearly a second, almost costing him his arm, when he comes back fighting with a viciousness. Bilbo loves him? Still loves him?!

Thorin: You still love me?!

Bilbo: Of course (lunge) I (duck) do!

Thorin: But what about everything that’s happened?!

Bilbo: Well, I figure (stab) since we both have done something(slice) we’re not entirely proud of (blocks a blow headed for Thorin) and since we’re both extremely sorry for it (jumps) why not start over? (lunges) Just now, you know I love you, you daft - take THAT you bastard!

Thorin could hardly comprehend everything going on around him, except for one thing. He loves me. He loves me! He LOVES me!!

Thorin: Bilbo! (the two spin around an oncoming orc, both of them stabbing it in the back and ending it) Bilbo! (Thorin grabs the very confused hobbit’s arm and stares into those glittering eyes that he has come to love and cherish dearly over the past months) Will you marry me? (The two turn at the shriek of a goblin and split apart long enough to kill it, and Thorin gets to see Bilbo’s confused face)

Bilbo: I don’t think now’s the best time! (The two dodge another goblin, turning back to the mad chaos that surrounds them)

Thorin: Now may be the only time! (the two fight and stab at the goblins, before getting a quick moment that Thorin grabs at his arm) I love you! (he watches Bilbo’s unbelieving face, taking in every inch of it before they are split apart again, but not but a few moments before Thorin has his arm again) I’ve made my choice. What’s yours? (Thorin and Bilbo stand there panting as Bilbo ready’s his reply)

Bilbo: Dwalin! (Imagine Thorin’s horrified and completely confused face as Bilbo turns to Dwalin) Marry us! (They can here Dwalin swearing and yelling from nearby)

Dwalin: I’m a little busy at the moment!!

Thorin:(fighting off two orcs) Dwalin now!

Dwalin: (wrenching his ax from the head of a warg) FINE THEN! (Dwalin fights his way to the top of a pile of rocks before placing an ax over his heart, as Thorin manages to wrap his arm around Bilbo’s waist and they share a small smile) Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today -(turns to fight off an orc that swings a mighty mace at him) to send this orc scum back to the fiery hell which it came! (Bilbo and Thorin share a slightly confused, if mainly amused face with each other before being forced apart in order to fight off some goblins that have come at them, but the goblins are over with quickly, and Thorin grabs Bilbo’s tiny bloody hands in his as he says a rough version of dwarven wedding vows)

Thorin: Bilbo Baggins, do you take me, Thorin Durin to be your husband?

Bilbo: (rather ecstatically with a cheery grin) I DO! (Thorin grins down, still disbelieving of the entire thing going on right now)

Thorin: Great! (The two go on to fight)

Bilbo: Thorin Durin! Ugh! Do you take me, to be your husband? In sickness and in health, with health being the less likely! (From the distance they can hear Dwalin’s cheery victory over each death, as Thorin grabs Bilbo’s hands in his again)

Thorin: I do!

Dwalin: (fighting off two orcs at the same time) As a Captain, I now pronounce you - (they all get caught up fighting other things, but Dwalin finally gets a mini moment) You may kiss - (stab) You may KISS - (jab jab) UGh! Just kiss!

And they do, right in the middle of the battle field, and then they win the battle with everyone okay, and Thorin and Bilbo have another wedding out of the fact that Dain is angry he didn’t get to see the battle one, and they live happily ever after in the mountain.