every word that comes out of that hobbit's mouth makes me cry

You are Worthy (Thorin X Reader)

Originally posted by captain-flint

Word Count:1269

Warnings: Insecure reader, Brotherly Bofur and Fluff


“Y/N could we please have a word?” Kili asks, Fili standing by his side. Before you can respond, they pull you away from the rest of the company.

“What is it Fili? Kili? Where are we going?” You ask, only to ignored as they drag you further out into the wooded area outside of your camp.

You let this continue for a while longer, until the camp fire grows distantly dim. You finally yank your arm free, getting fed up with lead around like a puppy. “That’s enough boys. What did you drag me all the way out here for?”

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Superhusbands4ever’s January 2017 Fic Rec

Hey guys! So I got the idea to do a monthly fic rec where I list any Tony ship fics that I read and liked that month (because I read a ridiculous amount of fanfiction, it’s crazy), and a lot of people were interested! So I’m going to post each month’s list on the last day of every month, but I’m posting two this month since I missed January (there’ll be more in next month’s, I promise). (If you’re not a Tony fan this list probably won’t interest you lmao)

January | February

Fics marked with ** are personal favorites that I highly recommend you read. Like if you don’t read the others, at least read those.

Stony (Steve/Tony)

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

  • Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala - 616 Fix it of so many things, general knowledge of Civil War and Original Sin recommended - 18K

The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he’s ever going to be able to mend things between them.

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there’s a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he’s going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

Follows the lives of the Starks, Parkers, and Rogers’, as they grow up, and grow in life.

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The Hobbit: Two Outta Three [Thranduil x Reader] {18+ Explicit}

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fanfiction of The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, and is not endorsed by the originator(s) of the work. All official characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement, offense, or solicitation is intended. This story has been written for entertainment value only. No profit is being made from this writing.

Author’s Notes: This was semi-inspired by the song “Two Outta Three Ain’t Bad” by Meat Loaf. Most of it is basically due to an plot bunny that got out of its cage and yelled “WRITE ME!”. Plus, I love Thranduil smut, and feel that the world should be overflowing with it. Don’t you? (Those are obvious statements, I know.) Second attempt at writing a “virgin fic”. Still not very good at it in my opinion. Also, it took me 3 days to write this, and I was half asleep during most of it. So, sorry if something doesn’t make sense. Posting from the rough draft until I am able to edit it later. I know some of you will also believe Thranduil is terribly out of character. I apologize. I just wanted to convey his more tender, and vulnerable side here.

On an unrelated topic, I am taking fanfiction requests. So, feel free to request something. ^^

As always comments, rebloggs, retweets, feedback, kudos, likes are appreciated.

Two Outta Three

By MoonofMorrigan

“I want to make this completely clear so that there will never be any misunderstandings,” Thranduil said in a soft voice but the tone he used commanded your attention, “I will never truly love you.”

The words hit harder than a mace being flung dead point at your chest. It left you a little breathless. But you knew this already, didn’t you?

“Not in the way a man who is in love with a woman should.”

He is circling you, like a tiger who has his prey cornered. The constant pacing is making you nervous. Why did you come here anyway? You knew it was probably going to end in rejection. You had already prepared for it. You felt your shoulders slump in defeat. Your head bowed and eyes met the burgundy ornate rug on the floor. You brought your arms up, and held yourself in a hug. You didn’t ask for him to be in love with you. You asked him to love you… or in other words, make love to you. It really made no difference to you if he could never truly be in love with you, as long as you could be with him. After all, you knew his heart belonged to his beloved elf queen who lay cold in her own grave. How could you dare to ask for the warmth of his embrace knowing that? You are so foolish.

You failed to notice the draft hitting your shoulders and chest when your robe slipped from your shoulders to hang at your elbows as you hugged yourself. You felt embarrassed, and with it slightly warm as a result. Your eyes briefly caught a glimpse of the empty bed in the far portion of the room. The sight heightened your feelings, causing your head and shoulders to droop lower still as you close your eyes shut to remove it from your view.

You weren’t really paying attention to exactly how he was wording what he was saying until he said his next words, “I will want you, even need you. I will not just take you into my bed once, and then never again. That you need to be aware. I know I will crave you. ” Your head shot up at that, meeting his ice-blue eyes, “But I will never love you. Can you truly live with that?”

His gaze was solidly fixed on you at this moment waiting for your answer. You opened your mouth to speak, but instead you found yourself simply nodding. His eyes narrowed momentarily, then he spent several long moments looking you over from your head to your toes. The nightgown you were wearing left little to the imagination when the light hit it. Hence, why you wrapped the sky blue robe about yourself before you came to him. His lips twitched upwards at the ends when he finished, and you became aware of your exposed chest and shoulders for the first time. Quickly, you pulled the robe back over yourself, but on a whim, since he seemed to like what he saw, didn’t cover your chest.

“Have you ever taken a lover before?” he asked taking a step towards you.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “No, my lord.” You feel the heat on your cheeks as you look away from him.

You hear him let out a soft chuckle before saying in a serious tone, “So, you’re a virgin then?”

Again, you swallow hard and after briefly biting your lip as he steps closer still to you and lays his hands on your shoulders, you quietly answer, “Yes, my lord.”

“You were involved with others before. This I know. Why did you not at least share their bed?”

You straighten your shoulders under his warm hands, and look up, “Because they were not you.”

He scoffed. “You have longed for me that long?” You knew that he already was aware of the answer to that, and was teasing you.

You resist the urge to look away in embarrassed, feeling completely exposed, “Yes. I have ever since I first had the pleasure of being in your company.”

A look that betrayed his desire, and also an uncertainty that you could truly commit to such an arrangement as he suggested crossed his features briefly. His right hand reached up at your words and he caressed your cheek tenderly. The soft touch makes a smile come to your lips. His touch was so warm and welcoming.

You decide to abandon all guarding of your feelings and just tell him as best as you are able that as long as he lets you love him, and he merely wants you, it will be enough for you, “I do not ask for you to love me. I know you cannot.” You look down briefly and up again, “I merely ask to be your comfort and warmth when the loneliness and the desire for another haunts you. I want…” you bite your lip once more. Afterwards, even as you speak, he runs his thumb over it while paying careful attention to what you’re saying, “I just want you to want me. To make love to me, even if it means nothing more to you than the momentary pleasure it brings.”

“What of your own feelings? You just wish me to ignore them even though I cannot return them?” he asked shaking his head in disbelief.

You set your jaw and let a determined expression fill every inch of you, “Yes. It will be enough for me to share your bed, and be a consolation to you if you will let me be.” And just let me love you in silence.

“What happens when my wife is reborn? What of your feelings then?”

“Then I will leave. I will go to Lothlorien, and make my peace with it.”

You had already thought all of this out over the course of the last few weeks. You had wanted to wait until the Autumn Feast that the king held, but tonight, when you were staring into the flames of the fire in your chambers, watching the embers flicker and some of the wood turning to ash below it, you felt something inside. Something more than longing, loneliness and want. You felt an intuitive need to go to him this night. It was as if the earth itself was crying out to you to go to him now or you were to never go to him at all.

His eyes seemed to convey the realization that you had indeed thought about all of this, and his hand trailed from your cheek down to the suppleness of your neck, and around it, then he bent lower to kiss you. The kiss was unsure it seemed to you, as if he was testing how welcome it truly was to both of you.

You returned it a couple seconds later, trying to make your mouth communicate your reassurance. At this, the kiss became deeper and you felt him take your bottom lip between his parted lips and gently suckle it before taking advantage of the gasp you let out, and plunging his tongue in your mouth. He explored it for several long moments, and you took the opportunity to do the same to him in return.

He released your now reddened lips, and lay a series of soft, sweet kisses upon your cheek, stopping briefly at your cheekbone to nip and kiss at as you hear him whisper in your ear, feeling the heat of his breath on your skin as he spoke, “I’ll take this as slow and gentle as I can being as it is your first time, but at some point even I can offer no guarantees.”

The words caused an intense wave of pure desire to surge through your veins, and nervous butterflies to enter your stomach at the same moment. Images that you had attempted to dismiss in your fantasies danced briefly into your head.

You feel the hand which had remained in place at the back of your neck slip down to the small of your back pulling you against him, while his other began to take more liberties, and slowly work its way up to your left breast which seemed to be tingling before this with an odd ache at the mere anticipation of touch. You let out an involuntary moan when he began to massage your nipple through the fabric with his fingers.

As he continued, you realize any stirrings of desire you had before this were nothing compared to it. You had never let anyone touch you in this way, and now your whole body was aching with the need for it. It ached to be touched even more with each kiss, caress and feel of breath on the skin.

After a few minutes of this, he pulled you even closer against him, letting you feel the growing evidence of his own desire rub against you. He let out a moan at the contact, and one of his hands reached down grabbing your backside pushing your groin even harder against his own. He began to rock his hips gently against you making you gasp, moan and whimper at the new sensation.

Your own hands had wound their way about his waist, and you clung to him as he trailed his lips the length of your neck. But now they were beginning to want to feel more. So, trampling down the shyness that kept your own hands and lips from exploring him, you began to run your hands over the fabric covering his chest. The white tunic, made of the same fabric as your gown, felt like satin underneath your fingertips, but you could clearly feel the contours and muscle of the body hidden from view beneath it. You wanted to taste the skin so that was hidden from you more than anything in the world now, even as your hands slipped down lower over his torso to his hips.

You were tempted to go lower, but not knowing exactly what to do, and knowing precisely what was underneath the fabric of his trousers, you hesitated and contented yourself with leaving one hand on his hip and the other to run along his spine.

His lips, which had been fixated on your neck and collarbone parted in a smile that you could feel on your skin as he stopped and claimed your lips, grabbing the hand upon his hip in his own. After suckling your bottom lip in a sensual, hungry manner, he whispered, “It is okay. You can if you want to.”

At this he slowly nudged your hand a little farther downwards breaking the contact of your bodies slightly, leaving you feeling in a way more frustrated than you had ever been before in your life at the abruptly ended sensation the contact of your bodies afforded.

He did not force it down any further, but you chanced a look at his lustful face and could tell he really did want you to do this. More out of curiosity than anything, you took your chance and gently cupped the erection which you had felt pressing and rubbing against you just moments before. He let out a strangled whimper, and you looked up to see if you hurt him.

It was very clear that you hadn’t by his closed eyes and open mouth that let out a deep throaty moan when you began to gently rub your hand against him. Somehow the sounds he was making, and the look of pure bliss on his face increased your own need, and realizing his own hands had stopped wandering, or doing anything to you for a few brief moments you stop.

You felt selfish, but you could not help it. Another wave of curiosity had overtaken you, and you wondered what it would feel like if he touched you in your most private areas. You had never let yourself have the freedom of pleasuring yourself, feeling as if it would open you up to something that you would not want to touch upon until you experienced real love play with another.

The idea of his hands between your legs made you begin to feel extremely wet, filled with lust, and before you knew what you were doing you were grabbing his hand, as he protested with a growl to your stopping your ministrations to his own center of desire, when a smirk came to his face as he looked down and seen you lifting your skirt up with your free hand.

Once your hem was mid-thigh he wasted no time in slipping his hand underneath it between your legs. His finger found your nub easily and began rubbing it gently*. You cried out feeling your knees give a little at this, as you clung to his forearms to stay upright. A soft, kindly chuckle escaped his lips as his free hand lifted you back up to your standing position, then took one of your hands and placed it on a cheek of his backside. You look up at him as he induced you to moan at the attentions of his hand between your legs as he began to run his fingers along the lips of your pussy, then go back to massaging your clit in a circular motion that was quickly beginning to make you want to scream in delight.

“You’re so wet already and we have just begun my dear,” he muses, then you feel his finger move back a little and begin to rub at your opening. He slides a single digit in and out a couple of times, and your knees buckle once more. A smug smile came to his face at your reaction for a moment, then a look of pure hungry want replaced it as he watched your facial expressions, listened to your moans, and you could tell he was noting your breath starting to come quicker with each stroke his finger made inside you.

“Please…” you half whisper, half whimper.

“Please?” he asked with another smirk as he comes in to start kissing your neck and the exposed portion of your breast as he continues his wonderful, torturous motions between your legs.

He takes your right nipple in his mouth between the light fabric and you can fill him sucking it between his teeth.

“Take me to your bed,” you say in breathless voice. 

Wordlessly he stops, letting your skirt fall back to your ankles making your insides and very skin mourn the loss of his touch. He takes both of your hands in his and tugs gently, turning his head and shoulders to look behind him as he leads you to your requested destination.

When you reach the side of it, it is as if the complete realization of what is about to happen overtakes you and you find your arms crossing over your chest to cover yourself. He gives you a patient, but tender smile and reaches out with both hands and cups each side of your face in them, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbones, and then trailing them to the sides of your neck finally resting them on your shoulders.

“We can stop now if you want. Each day take things a little further if you have changed your mind about giving yourself to me completely this night,” he tells you looking into your eyes, and you can feel him trying to convey a sense of empathy towards you.

You look away - at the bed, a golden coverlet and soft, white sheets folded down to welcome their usual lone occupant. The desire that was still causing an ache to your loins, and a sheer intuition of feeling (the same one that had led you to his private rooms in the first place) called out to you louder than ever. You felt your head shaking even before you began to speak as you turned your gaze back to him, “No, I do not wish to stop.” You take a moment to catch your breath and decide to be completely honest, “But I will admit to being a little frightened.”

His left hand moves up to your cheek once more and he runs his thumb along your lower lip as he looks upon you, “What are you frightened of my lovely one?”

Hearing him call you that makes your lips twitch up at the ends slightly. Other than the unknown what are you afraid of? The pain they say there is with the first time? Or is it fear of not being able to truly please him? Or that once you are truly uncovered in front of him that he will be turned off? That he will not want you tomorrow even though he said he would?

 

The thoughts race in your mind a mile a minute.

As if able to read some of them by the look in your eyes alone, he kisses you gently, and only pulling away just enough to speak says, “You need not fear that I will not desire you at any point on this night, or any other, if that is what part of your trepidation springs from. I can assure you, I will call for you not only tomorrow, but many nights after.”

You can’t help the relieved smile that crosses your face. He grins in return and kisses you once more, this time deeply, filled with a raging need. He pulls you tightly against him once more by the waist, and your arms snake about his shoulders and tangle in the long hair behind his neck.

You feel his hands begin to run along the sides of your body, and then finally he pulls away when they reach your shoulders. Feeling a little dazed and breathless you look at him confused. He looks down at your nearly bare shoulders, then up at you. Your eyes remain fixed on his as he runs his fingertips over your shoulders to the edges of your robe and nightgown. You open your mouth in the automatic protest maidens are used to giving when a man attempts to get further along than he should, then close your mouth hearing a snapping sound at how hard you did so. No, you were not going to protest this. You decided when you came here that you would belong to him, and he had every right to undress and look at you if he wished. You let your arms fall to their sides and try to bury the nervousness that began to settle in your stomach.

“Do not be frightened,” he whispered as he grabbed the tops of the sleeves and slid them down your arms. The nightgown and robe both pool at your ankles a moment later, and the gentle breeze from the open window kisses your exposed skin. You resisted a second urge to cover yourself as he looked you up and down, then takes your hands in his once more, gives you a sweet smile, and places your hands on his chest.

Confused for a moment you look down at your hands and see they lay upon the first clasps of his tunic. You look up for a split second at his face, which is looking your naked flesh over, a clear look of pure desire written on his features. The idea of him being so filled with want for you sent a wave of need straight down to your toes. With it you hurriedly undid the clasps and lacings and he shrugged the material off in a fluid movement as you looked upon him and reached out to touch his chest with your fingertips. Finally, coming to the rim of his trousers where the significant evidence of his arousal was clear even with them on. You undo the first two buttons and then he grabbed your hands.

“I think it best if you let me do that when the appropriate time comes. You can look after we make love.”

You cannot help the pouty look that crosses your features, but as he was the more experienced one, you felt it best not to protest. You were not totally ignorant of male anatomy, you had lived long enough to know what it looked like, (granted, not in a full state of arousal), but considering the circumstances…

“Lay down,” he said in a tone of voice that you weren’t sure if it was a command or a request. Either way, you do what you are told and settle into the pillows, sheets and blankets in the middle of the bed. He first lays down next to you then maneuvers his way to lay on top of you, his legs entangling with your own. Feeling the weight of his body on yours makes it seem as if your body took on a mind of its own, and instinctively your legs parted bending slightly, and finally laying to rest on top of his own, entwined once more.

You let out a gasp when you feel him rub against you even more intimately than before a second later. He didn’t thrust his hips against you this time however, but instead kissed your lips several times - each one drawing you deeper into it. He released your lips finally and began to leave soft, fluttering kisses on your cheeks and down your neck. His mouth worked its way down slowly before finally taking your left pap, aching for attention, into his mouth and suckling on it and licking at it with the tip of his tongue. The sensation makes your hips buck against his own, and your hand once again tangles in his hair at the back of his neck to gently urge him to continue. He obliges you for several more moments before moving to the right, repeating the action.

You feel a deep pooling of warmth and are suddenly hit with waves of delightful bliss, something you had only felt in tinges before now. Each wave feeds off the other and you found your insides, in the spot where he had been sliding his finger in and out of you tightening as your hips began thrusting against his body as if possessed by another force entirely. It forced your eyes closed and your legs began to open wider with each wave that hit you.

You’re pulled out of your impeding orgasm briefly when he stops his attention to your breasts with his mouth, replacing it with his hands which massage the hardened flesh gently but assuredly for a few moments. His mouth is busy trailing lower down your belly, to your left hip, then the inside of your thigh which causes a tingling sensation to shoot down your legs making your toes curl. His lips traveled the length of your leg, and nip at your ankle, before switching to your right and worked its way back up your ankle, leg, and then hip, before meeting in the middle at your bellybutton, which he dipped the tip of his tongue into and sucked at.

You peered down at him with heavy eyelids unsure as to what he is about to, but found yourself willing to let him do as he pleased as long as he didn’t stop making you feel so blissfully alive and full of need for him. He glanced up at you for a moment, before pushing your legs further up, and farther apart, then dipping between your legs.

The first moment of sensation was almost blindingly alarming in its feeling and how it shot through your whole body like a lightening current, as he began to lick and suck on your clit and kiss the lips of your most intimate parts. You find yourself crying out, then moaning deeply, clutching the blankets beneath you to ride it out.

He continued, unrelenting, his mouth working in intricate patterns on your body, and his hands gently holding your hips down to keep you from bucking against him. The restraint caused you to feel even more aroused, not because of it limiting you, but because it forced you to feel in excess everything he did to you.

The world around you began to fall away and through closed eyes, your body seemed pinpointed on the area he was working at so expertly between your legs. Stars were starting to form behind your eyelids, you felt as if your breath was being lost to you. Above all, your heart and blood was pounding so hard you were sure everyone in the kingdom could hear it. It was making you afraid. You briefly worried it would explode if it took anymore. It was like being on the edge of a cliff with waves pounding around in you in every direction, coming higher and higher before one huge wave would wash you over the edge. Once you were pushed over it, then it was if there was no sound at all, only feeling as the tidal wave washed over you. It was fear-inspiring and so wonderful in its feeling. You were only vaguely aware of your head thrashing against the pillows, and you biting you knuckles to strangle out the cry that was escaping your lips.

Finally, you were able to open your eyes, and the last aftershock of your orgasm had to wear away before he came into focus again, and he was laying fully on top of you once more, your legs spread further than you had ever thought possible, and your body slick with sweat.

He looked down upon you as you came back to reality, propped on his elbows, then seeing your eyes open bended down, and his arms snaked about you while kissing your cheek and nipping at your ear. He went back to kissing your neck and sucking at it then he reached your collarbone. Once there, you felt him suck hard at the flesh, even taking it between his teeth, and it stung for a moment before he released the skin. He looked upon the spot for a brief moment, and a strange, pleased smile came to his lips.

You give him a confused look and reach up to touch the area that felt bruised. He smirks at you, then says softly, “You’ll need to wear something about your neck for a couple of days.” He apparently seen the confused look on your face as you rub it, “You’ll understand when you look in the mirror.” At this he leaned down and went back to kissing the other side of your neck and collarbone as his hands traveled the length of your spine and grabbed your buttocks, kneading it in his hands, and ran his fingertips along your hips and sides before one hand cupped one of your breasts, while the other went back to tracing your spine.

Did he mark me? You wonder for a moment. The idea seemed oddly sensual to you, but at the same time filled you with confusion. Why would he mark me? You had seen such marks on some of your friends who had lovers bodies before. So you knew it was practiced, you just never imagined he would do such a blatantly ‘you are mine, and I do not care who knows it’ thing to you.

At this, you turned your head toward him, and he caressed your cheek with his own before giving you a brief kiss on the lips, then jumping to your breasts once more, then came back up to your neck. His hands were all over you. They never really stayed put.

You became aware that he would possibly welcome you to kiss and touch his neck, chest and other parts if you could. So, glancing briefly at his profile which is focused on the spot behind your ear, you bring your hands from his waist and let them explore his spine with one and his muscled chest with the other, then you bring your lips up to his own ear and take the earlobe between your teeth and gently suck at it. You hear a husky breath escape his lips, and let it lead you on. You let your hands wander further down his chest and back until, after only a moment of hesitation you grab one cheek of his backside and let the other venture between his legs to rub the probing erection which had been brushing against your leg and groin.

He turned to look at you with a lustful gaze that made your ego swell before you pull up a little to capture his lips with your own. You could still taste yourself upon his tongue, and you refused to let his lips leave your own for several long moments as you attempt to figure out a way to let your wandering hands find a way inside his trousers. The idea of touching him there was very alluring to you, almost like an area that was to be conquered, and listening to him purr and moan in your ear and mouth brought your body back alive again.

He grabbed your hand again which had almost worked its way inside and placed it on his hip. At this, you release his mouth with a frustrated groan.

He laughed softly at this, “I know you want to touch me like I have touched you my pet, and I promise you can after this first time is passed.”

“I want you to feel as wonderful as you have made me feel,” you tried to reason with him while looking in his eyes, attempting once more to dip your hand down his pants. He snickers at you when he grabs your hand again, only he doesn’t place it on his hip, but on the outside of trousers over his erection. “Settle for this right now.” He tells you. You give him a disappointed pout, then you start to rub him slowly watching his eyes close, and you let out a small, happy gasp when you feel him buck his hips against yours.

He speaks something in Sindarian, then leans down close to your lips, but doesn’t kiss you, cupping your chin in his right hand, “I want you so much. I can hardly bear it.” He kisses you a couple of times before continuing, “It is going to hurt this time my dear. No matter what I do, or how gentle and careful I am, it will hurt. Do you understand?”

You nod, and bite your lip.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” he asks in a tone that clearly says if you consent it will be the point of no return.

You again nod. “There is no other who I would ever want to do this with.”

He closes his eyes, as if saddened by your words, then opens them simply nodding in return, “Just lay still for a few moments, and relax as much as you can. Do not look at it, or it may frighten you.”

You move your hands up to snake around his waist once more. Unsure what he means, you begin to feel his hand reach between you and move undoing the buttons to his pants. He sits up for a moment and tells you to close your eyes. Confused, you obey, hearing the rustle of fabric, then the sound of it hitting the floor beside you. You feel him resume his earlier position, and he kisses you - long, hard and deeply as he dips his hand between your legs once more.

He rubs at your clit again. Reawakening your need for him again in full force, then slides a finger inside you once more, working in and out slowly. A moment later he removes it, then slides back in having added another finger, repeating the action. The feeling is still wonderful but tight somehow, each movement making it more pleasant. After a few minutes of this, and many deep wanton-filled kisses later he slides his fingers out for the last time and then you could feel his hand grab his member and begin to rub it against you instead.

The feeling made both of moan in delight and he continued to do this for several minutes before he asked you in breathless voice, “Are you ready?”

You merely nod your consent, then do your best to not only lay still as he continued rubbing himself against you, but to relax.

Suddenly he went still himself, and you could feel him placing the tip of the hardened, warm flesh at the mouth of your vagina. You bit down the urge to look down and force your muscles, which were starting to tense up at the idea, to relax.

“It will be alright. The pain will only last a moment, and if it doesn’t we’ll stop,” he tells you in a controlled tone of voice.

Not sure why he had that tone you turn your gaze to the ceiling and take several deep breaths, feeling your muscles calm all over. Noting this it seemed, he seized the moment and slowly slipped inside of you.

You let out a yelp in both surprise and pain. The pain was searing. Like a knife had been plunged into your most sensitive area and left a large bulge of something inside you which your vaginal muscles were tightening around in alarm making the pain worse. You could feel your eyes well up with tears, and before you could keep yourself from blurting it out you whimper, “It hurts! Oh gods it hurts!”

You hear him speaking your name at this, begging you to listen to him. You force yourself to open your eyes and look at him once more, “Listen to me. I know it hurts. For all that is good in the world, I wish it didn’t, but you need to force yourself to relax again. It will stop hurting so much then.”

After a few hyperventilated breaths, you grit your teeth and try to focus on what he told you to do.

“Breathe my dear, breathe,” he tells you in a soft, gentle voice.

You do as he asks and begin to take deep breaths, to calm yourself, but remain as perfectly still as possible. As he said, the pain began to subside a great deal once you stopped concentrating on how much it initially hurt.

“Good. You’re doing very well darling,” he whispers to you and bends down to kiss away the tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry this is hurting you.”

The pain seemed to have completely ebbed away, and now you just felt the strange tightening sensation of him being inside of you. At this point, you weren’t really sure if you liked it or not.

“I am going to take myself completely out of you for a few moments, and remind your body of its wants before I plunge back into you again. I promise it will not hurt the second time if you remain at peace and feel the desire in your veins, rather than the fear.”

After he says this, you feel him leave your body, with what sounded like a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes for a moment and reopened them, as if steeling himself to keep control over his emotions, or possibly his needs.

You feel a little bad about that, but are unable to fully focus on it when he begins kissing your breasts once more for a moment or so, and then rubbing his erection between your folds again. This time your opening seems to be ready to welcome him in with each pass, and before you think twice about it, you pushed your hips upwards a little and felt him slip inside you. He cried out in surprise and you could see the flood of ecstasy cross his features as his eyes closed and his back arched slightly. The hardened flesh stung a little at first, but was nothing like before. In fact, the longer it lingered there the more pleasant it felt.

He finally opened his eyes, and looked upon you shaking his head, breathless he cried out, “I can’t control it anymore woman!”

At this he began thrusting his hips as his hands grabbed yours by the wrists and he pulled your arms over your head. The thrusting felt uncomfortable at first, then started to feel good in a way you could not really explain. His rhythm started out slow but steady, then seemed to gain speed and force when you found yourself opening up more to him and he was able to take you even more deeply. The waves of passion from before started to claim you once more, and you could do nothing but enjoy it for he held you down in place. Then in what seemed merely moments later you felt the same tidal wave begin to rush in on you as his rhythm became frenzied and his thrusts so hard that he was burying himself inside you to the hilt. The force of his thrusts making a slapping sound as he made contact with your body.

You were both moaning, and saying things which would leave no doubt to any passersby as to what was happening behind his closed door.

Finally, the wave crashed over you, but you didn’t try to quiet the scream coming from your lips. You didn’t have to for he cried out just as loudly for a moment, then leaned down and claimed your mouth to drown out both of you. Suddenly, all at once you felt a warm rush of something inside you, and his mouth leaving yours as trembling, he pumped his hips against you for a few seconds longer before stopping.

“Are you okay?” he asked you after several silent moments while he caught his breath.

Just as breathless you answer, “Yes.”

He merely nods with closed eyes, releases your wrists, then lifts himself off of you, and settles in the spot next to you once you move over a little. You look upon him in wonder more in love with him than ever before, and longing for him to hold you. You watch as he slows his breath with closed eyes, and then you take your moment to look him completely over. He is just as beautiful as you imagined him to be, but you can’t help glancing below, and feeling your thighs clench together for a moment when you seen his diminishing erection. That was inside you? Gods, no wonder it hurt at first. How did it even fit, you wonder briefly. Then you curse your body when it sends another current of desire down from your belly to your legs, to your toes when you think about how it felt the second time he was inside you.

You hear him chuckle beside you, and you look up, not having realized you had been staring at his penis this whole time, and see the smirk on his face, “Now you know why I told you not to look. My wife made the mistake of looking and wouldn’t let me come near her for a month after we wed once she seen it. But then she had not ever seen a naked elf-man before either.” He lay beside you, just looking at you for a long moment before he asked, “Did it hurt very much the second time, my pet?”

“No. It was just as you said. It only really hurt the first time.”

He nodded and looked away for a second before looking back at you, and reaching his arm out to you. “Come to me.”

You scoot over and settle in his outstretched arms, laying your head on his chest. Before you knew it, you nodded off to sleep along with him.

When you awoke you briefly didn’t remember where you were until you looked up and seen his sleeping face.

You slid your arm about his waist and pushed yourself closer against him just to know he isn’t another dream your mind had made up.

You let your cheek caress his chest, and then close your eyes to try and settle back into sleep when you begin to feel his right hand begin to wander down to your breast and the feeling of his lips against your forehead force your eyes back open. You look up at him and taking your chin in his hand he leaned down to kiss you.

You smile then cringe when you began to feel the stirrings of an actual need for love making once more. You slid your hand down his torso, and abdomen, then tenderly but firmly grabbed his member. You begin running your fingers and palm along the shaft and hear him let out a sound that you could only liken to purring.

He turns to lay flat on his back as you do this, and puts an arm about your waist.

“Aren’t you too sore for another game of love making?”

Feeling a little wicked, you shake your head and continue rubbing him, reveling in the feeling of  him beginning to harden and grow in your hand.

“Don’t wake it up too much or you’ll have to play with it my dear,” he warned in a teasing voice.

You look at it for a long moment as it finally becomes completely erect, and you think of what he did to you earlier. “Can I kiss it?” you found yourself asking, leaving him to raise his eyebrows at you, and give you a smile.

“Of course. Carefully though.”

You let out your own laugh at this, to tell him that you already knew that much, and nervously look upon it in your hand, before bending over and taking as much of him as you can into your mouth.

You feel him tense, and let out a gasp. You look up and see his eyes are closed and his hands are digging into the blankets. You lick at him, especially around the tip then suckle on it for a couple of minutes before releasing it and going back to pleasuring him with your hands. The skin was slightly salty, but not bad tasting you muse. Yet, other than a few labored gasps and whimpers he let escape his throat, you weren’t sure if he was actually liked what you had been doing or not. His eyes opened and he looked at you in an almost pathetic way.

“Why did you stop, love?”

You give him a sheepish smile, “I wasn’t sure if you liked it or not.”

He let out a small, incredulous laugh at this. “Trust me, I did. It’s okay though. I’d rather have what you got between your legs.”

You feel your eyes grow large at this, and then with same wicked feeling as before, you climb on top of him and straddle him between your legs, the idea of him being so turned on by you making your own want of him grow.

“You really want it, my lord?” you ask in a teasing voice as you begin to rub yourself against his erection which makes you both moan in pleasure while he cups your breasts in his hands, and begins to massage and rub them.

“Don’t be coy, my lady,” he comments then throws his head back for a moment letting out a deep moan as you rub yourself on him a little faster. When he opened his eyes again, he began to rub the tips of your nipples with his thumbs looking at you, you could swear, like a hungry cat.

The look and the sensations brought back your earlier longings in with such force you could feel yourself becoming impossibly wet at the idea of it. Finally, you stop rubbing against him and then leaned forward slightly until you felt his tip at the entrance of your opening, and you took a deep breath before you lowered yourself on to him slowly and carefully.

As you did this, he stopped his attentions to your breasts, and remained completely still. Once you were mounted, he went back to gently rubbing your nipples with his thumb. Noting your hesitation because you weren’t too sure what to do, he trailed his hands down to your buttocks, cupped a cheek in each hand and began to lift and lower you in a slow rhythm while making a slight circular swirl with your hips whispering, “Like this.”

Whatever this position afforded to you, you loved it, and when he was certain you had the gist of what you needed to do, he closed his eyes with a mysterious, pleasant smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying it just as much. You easily found your own rhythm, and loved watching his face and body react underneath you as the pleasure within yourself began to slowly amount.

As you continued to ride him you began to feel nature itself take over, pumping harder and faster as what you now knew were orgasms started to overtake you. Thranduil merely clutched at your hips and backside, occasionally his own hips would thrust up, unable to contain the needs they longed for, until finally, the world fell away once again, then came back into focus greeting you with sight of him underneath you writhing and moaning, making you continue to pleasure him, through the last quivers of your own climax, stopping only after his back arched and he cried out to the gods in his own death and rebirth via pure pleasure.

Once you lifted yourself off of him and settled down beside him, you found yourself becoming sleepy and spent in a way you hadn’t felt in your whole life. However, you remember something that filled you with a slight sorrow. You needed to leave him and go back to your chambers before the servants came to wait upon him.

You both had a reputation to uphold, and while you were sure they would find out that the two of you were sharing a bed now, you doubted it would be something that he would want to broadcast right away.

You knew a sad look crept into your eyes which he caught, and propped himself up on his elbows hovering over you.

“What is wrong?”

“I need to go,” you whispered and you seen the puzzlement settle on his face. “Before the servants come in. They will never let it rest if they find you with me before the Autumn Feast. At least on that day you’ll have the excuse of being drunk for taking me into your bed.”

He put a finger to your lips to silence you, “I am not ashamed of what we have done this night, and you need not worry about my reputation. But if that is your wish, then I will abide by it. Our meetings will be secret until the Feast.”

You nod, and sit up looking about the now darkened room for your clothes. You felt his hand on your own, and you turned back to him.

“Are you sure this is truly what you want? You know my heart and where it truly belongs. Can you be so sure that you can stand it?” You look away, and then back at him as he continues, “I have known for a long time that you are in love with me, no matter how I pretended not to.” He stopped with a long sigh, then continued, “Will this truly be enough for you?”

“Yes, it has to be,” you answer in a soft, sad voice. You looked deeply into his eyes and then smiled in what you hoped conveyed reassuarance, “It is not as bad as it seems.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you will want me, yes?” He nodded in reply, “And that you will even crave my love – that you will need me.” Again, he nodded. “Then it will be enough.”

You stood up and steeled yourself so that you could leave the room without running back into his arms.

“Why is that enough? How can it be?” you heard him ask behind you.

Turning back to him as you picked up your night gown and robe, then put them back on, you answer, “You will let me love you and be with you in the most intimate of ways. That alone means more to me than you can know. Besides, the way how I see it is, even if you can never love me, you’ll want me and need me. Having the two out of the three is not too bad considering our circumstances.”

He looked down at the blankets on your side of the bed, “Please do not go. I will long for you cruelly.”

You bite your lip, and force yourself to stick with your resolve. “I have to. If I cannot walk away from you this night, even if it is for just a few hours, then I will never be able to walk away when I will need to the most.”

You felt your hands ball into tight fists, as you turned away from the pained look on his face, forcing yourself to not look back, and slipped back out in to the halls back to your own chambers.

You knew you would come to him again the next night, and the one after. Indeed every night afterward until he told you not to. You had made up your mind before you even went to him.

It would be your blessing and your curse.

~FIN~

 

*Author’s Additional Notes: You may wonder why in all of my lemons dealing with The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings that the ladies do not have underwear on (or the men for that matter). Well, bluntly put people didn’t wear underwear until the last couple of centuries or so unless it was a chastity belt. Not to mention, it’s just awkward to try and write something like this to make it sound pleasurable when the guy is trying to feel the lady’s sweet bits through fabric. (If you’re a virgin and have never been, well, fingered, you won’t understand probably until you do get felt up down below.) Since I don’t know if Tolkien meant for the people in his world to wear underwear, I’m just going to go with historic accuracy.

The Company’s Girl

Title: The Company’s Girl

 Summary: Thorin begins to notice some things about you and the company.  Little things at first, and then others…and then he makes some assumptions.  When it gets to be too much, he finally voices them, and realizes he has made a horrible, horrible mistake.

 Warnings: Thoughts of sexual conduct. Language. Angst.

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 *A/N: Please don’t hate me….

Originally posted by emilythelotrfan

Thorin had to suffer a lot of loss in his life.  His brother, his mother, his father, his grandfather, his kingdom, his people, just so much loss.  But things got him through that loss, like the love of his nephews, and his friends. But honestly, right now…

He glanced up and across the camp to see Dwalin sitting next to you, an arm around your shoulder as you leaned into him, asleep.  Your face has the dried tracts of tears that you had shed in private, but still held signs they were there.  Bofur sat on the other side, with a few of the others in the company around, offering silent comfort as you flitted in and out of a fitful sleep.  

Thorin realized that he had never thought he would lose this.  He never thought he would lose the respectful look of his company, his family, and friends.  He never expected that with a few words he would destroy some peace they all had with each other, all because of a few assumptions.  And now his company sat across the fire from him, some ignoring him completely, others like Fili and Kili sending him very angry glares at what he had done, what he had said.  

He honestly thought it was a logical assumption.  The signs all pointed to it, but then…it wasn’t what he had expected. Instead, you had been providing something to his company that he never could.  It was something he had denied them in his trial to be the best leader, and in his denial, you had picked up the slack…and then he ruined it…

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Hobbit

Warnings: Fluff at the end and some swearing

A/N: this is supposed to be in that beautiful time when brendon wasn’t the only member of the band

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What were you doing there? And the most important question, why were you there? 

Basically, Dallon invited you to a concert of Panic! At The Disco and you couldn’t say no to him. He’d been a good friend of yours since high school. You knew that everybody in the band loved you and enjoyed every time that you were near them. But the main problem was that Brendon Urie, or Shrek like you called him, couldn’t stand you. And you couldn’t stand him. It was like a mutual hate.

Nobody knew, not even him, why he hated you that much. When you two met for the first time everything went right, he even tried to flirt with you. But magically he changed his mind and instantly he didn’t want to see you or hear about anything related to you. That change of attitude made you hate him too. And that how our beautiful story started.

You parked you car in a parking in front of the stadium in where the guys were playing that night. It was huge, a lot of people will attend to the concert. Dallon sent you a text message minutes before saying that you should go to the box office and say your name. He’d be waiting for you on the inside of the site.

So you did and went directly at the box offices. A group of girls who were trying to buy tickets started to cry when they told them that all the tickets were sold out. They reminded you when you had 15 years and wanted to go to concerts with your best friend. You two always waited until the last day to buy the tickets and the most of the times, you couldn’t attend to the concerts.

“Do you want to buy tickets too? They’re sold out. And the concert don’t start until 8.” a woman inside of the box ticket said to you. She was in a really bad mood.

“No, no. I’m (Y/N). Dallon Weekes must have told you that I was going to come.”

The woman looked at you with one brow raised. She scared you a bit.

“I don’t see any (Y/N) in here.” she mumbled while looking at a huge list of names. “You sure that you’re not a…”

In that moment you saw a security member of the stadium walking right behind you. He recognized you instantly and you smiled with relief. Your salvation.

“I was looking for you. You’re (Y/N), right?” you nodded. “Someone forgot to write your name in the lists. And they told me to come after you.”

The guy looked at the woman in the box office. “She’s a band guest.”

She gave to you an accreditation and you hang it around your neck. It wasn’t the first time that something like that happened to you. Basically every time that Dallon invited you at a concert it happened. You were kinda used to it.

You followed the security guy to the inside of the stadium. Then you saw Dallon, who was leaning against a wall. When he realised that it was you he smiled.

“Here it is. The most beautiful girl in this place.” he was trying to butter you up.

“Again? Seriously?” you chuckled. “This always happen to me.”

When the security guy noticed that you didn’t need him anymore he just left.

“Destiny doesn’t want you to see us in concert.” Dallon moved his fingers in front of you face. “Anyways, fuck the destiny. You’re here. And everybody wants to see you.”

He gestured to me to follow him. You thought about asking him if Brendon knew that you were coming but you didn’t really want to know the answer. So just walked in silence behind your friend.

Dallon took you to the backstage. Everyone who noticed that you were there came quickly to say hello. You didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. At least not for the first five minutes. Brendon appeared in front of you and Dallon.

“What are you doing with a hobbit next to you?” he asked, probably thinking that it was a funny joke. It wasn’t.

“At least I’m not the only one who have something small in here.” you fought back. Brendon looked angrily at you while Dallon chukled.

“The soundcheck will start in a couple of minutes.” Brendon said trying to ignore that you were there. “And before that I want to talk with you about something. The hobbit can stay here.”

Brendon made a gesture with his head, so Dallon followed him. “Fuck you, Brendon Urie.” you thought.

You took your phone from your back pocket and called your sister. She was a huge fan of the band and wanted to know every detail of the concert.

“Are you there?!” she screamed.

“Wow. Hello to you too.” you said trying to annoy her. “How was your day?”

“Who cares about that? Have you seen him?” 

“I have. And he has been as rude as always. He has called me hobbit again. How can you like him? Seriously, he’s such an ass.”

“Hey! Don’t talk like that about my future husband or I’m not gonna invite you to our wedding.”

Even your sister’s voice was high enough to deafen anyone, you couldn’t hear her very well. A lot of people in the backestage were making noise. You saw a door opened that maybe was the guys’ dressing rooms. You went over there so you could hear your sister better.

“Hello? Anybody there?”

“I’m here. I was going to a place without that much noise. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that I won’t invite you to my wedding with Brendon.”

You laughed. “I might be able to live with it.”

As a reflex action you started to walk through the long corridor full of doors. You and your sister kept talking for a while when you stopped in front of one of the doors. More specifically, Brendon’s dressing room. You could hear some voices inside of it.

“You know how she makes me feel, Dallon!” it was Brendon’s voice. “I can’t concentrate when she’s near. And you know it.”

Yes, they were talking about you. Quickly you said goodbye to your sister, promising to call her later. 

You weren’t a snooper but if that conversation was about you, basically you had to know it.

“I thought that you hated her. Why are you saying this now?”

“How could I hate her?” those words made you open your mouth. You couldn’t believe that. “She’s the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Dallon shouted surprised. “And why are you acting like an ass while (Y/N) is here?”

“I told you! She makes me feel nervous!”

“I can’t understand you, Brendon. You like a girl but you act like if you hate her. That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Should I tell her about it?” Brendon asked dubiously. “She doesn’t like me.”

“You stupid bitch! She doesn’t like you because she thinks that you don’t like her!”

That was true. Dallon knew you very well.

“Tell her! Go and tell her everything that you haven’t said in all this time!”

“Right now? We have to start with the soun–”

“Fuck the soundcheck! I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

“You have?”

“Yup.”

You couldn’t believe. Maybe you were dreaming and that was all in your head. But when the door opened and hit you in the face you realised that you weren’t dreaming.

“(Y/N)! You okay?” Dallon asked while laughing.

“Yeah. I think so.” you rubbed your forehead. “Spencer sends me. He says that the soundcheck needs to start right now.”

“And why he sends you, hobbit?” 

“Stop calling me hobbit, Urie!” you shouted angrily. “And stop being an ass with me! What have I done to you? You don’t even know me!”

Dallon hit Brendon’s ribs with his elbow. “I’ll be out there.” and he left. Leaving you two alone.

“You’re right. You deserve an apology.” you raised your brows. “I know that I’ve been kinda rude with you–”

“Kinda? You’ve made me to hate you without any good reason.”

“Sorry about that.” he apologized and pulled his head down. 

“Brendon” you called. “I’ve heard the conversation.”

He looked at you immediately with his eyes wide open. “Why? I mean – Yeahm why?”

“I was talking with my sister and heard you and Dallon talking about me. And I have just done what any human would do.”

“Then you know everything.”

“It’s possible. But I want to hear it from you.”

Brendon smiled. “So, you still hating me now that you know why I act like that with you?”

“You have to earn my forgiveness.”

He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “(Y/N), also known as the hobbit, will you forgive me for all this time being a stupid?”

“Not at all.” you kept acting tough. “What else would you do?”

“I could kiss you but probably you will slap me in the face.”

“Why don’t you try?”

He thought for a second, trying to process all that information. “Shall I take the risk?”

You didn’t notice that he was getting more and more closer, you could feel his breath on your face. 

“Totally.”

Both smiled at the same time. Brendon put a hand in your cheek and pressed his lips with yours. It felt better than what you expected.

“That’s my boys!” you heard that Dallon shouted from the other side of the corridor. “Keep going. I’m not here.”

And you didn’t. You didn’t want to stop kissing Brendon.

“That kiss has been too good for a hobbit.”

“Thank you.”

Because You Are Mine, Love. [Fili x Reader.]

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators! 

Requested By: Anonymous.

Based OnI just saw your post, so I hope it’s okay to request. I would love to read something with Fili. Maybe Fili getting jealous of someone else flirting with the reader and him making the reader a courting braid later.

A/N: Of course it’s okay to request! You can request anything as long as you’ve read the rules and if the requests are open, sweetie! I would love to make this imagine, I really love writing Fili stuff; he’s pretty much my favourite dwarf. haha! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with, lovely: And send in as many requests as you would like. (Sorry if it get’s shitty half way through, I really tried my best with it, anon: And I hope that you really, really like it. It was a pleasure for me to write such an imagine!) - Kat

Word count: 1,754

Warning’s: Reader is drunk and dancing in the bar at Lake Town, jealous Fili, protective Fili, fluffy Fili, cute Fili, possessive as hell Fili. A really bad fight between Fili and the reader, but they make up in the end. Courting Braid! Probably heaps of spelling, punctual and grammatical mistakes.(If I have missed anything then please let me know).

Disclaimer: I do not own Fili, Bilbo, The Company or Lake Town (unfortunately); but Tolkien does!


Midnight’s moon swayed and strutted loosely over the cheerful chatter that was Lake Town. Mimicking; swinging just like the moon, your hips fluctuated to the lively tune supplied by a man with a fiddle. Guffawing blared from your extensive ajar lips, a pint of ale accompanying you; soothing you of each and every one of your troubles. “Those are some gorgeous moves, if I were to say so for m'self, lass.” a deep tone vibrated into your eardrums, leaving you dizzy as you spun to face whom in which had uttered the bold compliment.

“You recon?” a quirk of your delicate brow sent shivers through the dashing man.

“I recon as swell as I can eye a lovely lassie such as yourself!”

“Such an attempt at flattery shall get you nowhere, kind sir.” you winked, humor spreading fondly upon your complexion.

From across the rundown bar, Fili stared at your whimsy fluctuating hips with a sense of alluring desire. He had not witnessed such a side to you, even with the flirtatious advancements he’d pursued upon you. ’It’s probably just the ale getting to her head.’ he thought humorously, his heart stirring vividly within his strong chest. Though, melancholy captured him as he took in the grinning man, obviously making flirtatious verbal advancements upon you. His heart seemed to sink to a lower level, dampening his cheerful state as he saw in which the way you giggled and responded. There was obviously something going on, and Fili did not approve.

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Thorin had been locked up in the throne room for days. Meanwhile, the rest of you had been searching the Mountain for the elusive Arkenstone. Despite his hunger for his rightful gem, you hoped that the king would never find it. You could only imagine him getting worse and as it was, you could barely look at him for the stabbing in caused in your chest.

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Awake

A fic for the Drabble Games, requested by @reader-rabbit, featuring Fili

47: “I know you’re awake.”
27: “When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?” 

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Your first night in Laketown had begun as a celebration.

In the blink of an eye, the Company had ceased to be prisoners and become honored guests, feted with an abundant banquet and given the finest rooms the Master of the town had to offer. At this point in your journey, a real bed and a private chamber were the most extravagant of luxuries, and Fili’s face had fairly glowed with gladness and relief as he’d surveyed the warm, comfortable room you were to share.

At last, after the terrors of the Misty Mountains and the humiliation of Mirkwood, your fortunes had taken a turn for the better…and yet, for all the evening’s promise, the midnight hour found you lying alone in the large bed, your pillow damp with tears and your heart heavy with the sudden, wrenching revelation of the secret you’d taken such pains to keep.

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Basil (And Other New Things)

Part of the Drabble Games! As requested by anon. MWAH!

Dwalin x Reader: “I’m pregnant.”

Ended up Post-BOTFA, Everybody Lives AU.

Warnings: A bit of swearing, mention of vomiting

Word Count: 1218 (OOOOHH NOOOOO I BROKE MY OWN RULES. Well, I’m at least going to hold myself to limiting my editing, soooo enjoy my nonsense!)

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Imagine Lindir getting terribly mad at you when he finds you kissing another and you try to stop him but nothing helps

This is a drabble based on an imagine from imaginexhobbit and it’s based on this. i hope you like it and keep in mind that english is not my first language. tell me what you think.

You lived most of your life in Mirkwood then came to Imladris with your cousin, Legolas. Most of the time you had errands to do and that meant little if any time for yourself. But you weren’t complaining. Most of the day you spend with Arwen,Elladan,Elrohir and most important Lindir. You took a liking to the elf from the very first day. He was kind and gentle, smart and could be even fierce. And Valar knew you felt butterflies every time you met, every time he looked you in the eyes, when he gently brushed against you, and his words tended to linger in your mind hours after he spoke. You thought of him before you fell asleep and he was the first person you thought of when you woke up. You could tell he was the one, the one you truly loved.
It was late in the evening when you decided you have had enough to drink and that you should leave this feast. And of course it was too late since by now you could barely walk straight. Lucky for you Hithon was there to help you to your room. Hithon was a friend, not that you had too many in Imladris, but you could see the meaning behind his actions and it made you want to avoid him in order to avoid misunderstanding.
After you tripped a couple of times on your long sky-blue gown he offered to carry you, but you turned down his offer, knowing it would only make things worse. He walked you to your door, but neither of you heard the steps of a certain jealous elf, trailing behind you.
By the time you reached your door you only wanted to sleep. You turned to thank Hithon for helping you here, but as soon as you looked at him he kissed you. You could taste the alcohol in his breath, he was as drunk if not drunker than you were. You tried your best to push him away until he finally pulled back .
“Y/n. I waited a long time to do this.” You were speechless. You opened your mouth and closed it while you felt your face burning up. You sure were quite a funny view. Suddenly you heard Lindir’s steps, no more than three feet away. He looked hurt, had tears in his eyes, his knuckles were white and his jaw tensed.
“Y/n.. you lost your bracelet at the feast. I came to return in to you. I am sorry I interrupted.” His eyes were like swords and his words made you want the earth could swallow you. If looks could kill they would probably never find Hithon’s body.
“Lindir…” he cut you off by raising his hand. He put the bracelet into your hand and left before you could say anything. You felt your world collapsed. All the light was gone and the room seemed to spin for a second. You felt like throwing up, repeatedly throw up until you’ve emptied your stomach. Valar knew what was happening to you, but you had no control over your own body. You turned to Hithon and slapped him, leaving a red mark on his pale face and entered you room.
By the time you reached your bed the tears were flowing so hard it looked like a waterfall. You collapsed on the bed and there you stayed all night crying.
When the sun shone you were sitting on the bed looking at the ceiling. You slept not a wink last night. Your eyes were red and swollen. You had no interest in getting out of your room, so you didn’t do anything with your attire.
More than once Arwen knocked on your door , but every time you dismissed her on the pretext you were not feeling good. You didn’t even eat. All you could do is look out the window at the beautiful garden and silently sob, knowing you will never walk those paths by Lindir’s side, sharing childhood stories. Just the thought of that made your heart break in a million of tiny pieces.
~
The next day you decided to leave your room. You knew today Legolas would come visit and you had something to tell him, a decision you made while you were looking at the stars though tear-clouded eyes. It was wrong to decide to leave Middle Earth over a broken heart, but you knew you could not mend the wound. Not this wound. You could not fill the emptiness in your heart.
Legolas did not approve at all. In fact you have never seen him so upset. His blue eyes were showing anger, confusion and fear. He was afraid he could lose you too, but you made up your mind. You will leave with the next ship, two weeks from now.
“Y/n, take care! Do not forget there are still so many people who love you and if you are to change your mind you can always come home, to Mirkwood. Ada will be pleased to see you. He misses you greatly and will be devasted to hear this.” Those were the last word he said before he had to ride North again.
~
The news traveled fast. In only one week everyone knew your plans. They all showed their love and disappointment, but no one could change your mind. Actually that was a lie. There was someone who could change your mind and his name was Lindir. But every time you met he wouldn’t even look at you, you (e/c) eyes filling with tears over and over again.
The night before you had to leave you decided to take a walk through the garden. It was a warm night and the stars shone brightly. You walked alone looking at the stars, feeling the wind blow through your loose (h/c) hair. You sure were going to miss this place.
It was only one problem with walking and looking at the stars, you never know where are you going so soon enough you bump into someone. You were ready to apologize but then you saw who it was, Lindir. His brown eyes locked in with yours and he then let tears flow freely onto his cheeks, much to your surprise.
“Y/n.. I am so sorry. Please” he said between sobs. “Please don’t leave me. These were the worst days of my life. Without you my days were dark and sad. I am so sorry, melleth.”he spoke so fast like he had no time, like you were already on the ship, waiting for it to leave and never come back. “I never felt so much pain. It destroyed me. My heart felt like someone kept stabbing it and I couldn’t stop him. Melleth, I am sorry I made you feel this. I tried to talk to you but..” He stopped when you reached for his hand, making little comforting circles with your thumb. “I have missed your touch so much, Gil-Galad.”
 It was now your turn to let tears flow. He caressed your wet cheek, cuping it. He kissed you long, pulling you close, his soft lips kissing every tear away only to return on your lips, uniting them in a passionate kiss, full of love and happiness.
“I will never let you go again. Please stay with me for the rest of my life.” he said looking into your (e/c) eyes. You smiled and kissed him again.
“Forever.”

Sight


TITLE: Sight

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One-Shot

AUTHOR: SierraLaufeyson13

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being blinded in an accident while helping S.H.I.E.L.D., you live in the Tower with everyone but dread the way they treat you like a helpless child. When Loki arrives on Midgard…

RATING: G

NOTES/WARNINGS: None. 

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Based of This imagine from ImaginexHobbit

The first part is here: LINK

Requested by several anon’s; so this dedicated to them :)

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