Imagine introducing the company to new creative insults
You: *to a stranger that insulted one of the dwarves for no reason* you sir, are a giant quivering asshole!
You: *to a buckle on your pack* you fucking useless waste of space! You had one fucking job and you’re doing a shit-tastic job of not doing it!
You: *to your horse for biting you* fuck you, you cock goblin!
You: *to the wet wick on a candle* you’re about as useful as nipples on a man.
You: *sighs* I’m such an anti-social dumpster potato.
The company: *taking notes*
The rage builds in you like the deep water currents. No, it had been more than that. It felt like a burning rage hissing through your body like a deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of violence.
It was as if a volcano resided deep in your core and at any time now was ready to erupt with fury sweeping off like ferocious waves. The terrifying wrath consumed you like, engulfing your moralities.
You felt the rage about to burst at the tip of your fingers as you moved to stand in a protective manner in front of a wounded Thorin as well as a frantic-looking Company. Specifically Fíli and Kili, who had just witnessed their uncle getting hurt.
As you confidently stood before Azog with your eyes ablaze, he smirked, leering at you. “You so dare to stand before me thinking you can defeat me, woman?” Azog shouted, his voice rich and guttural.
You wore a grin of your own as you replied, “I do not think, I know that I can defeat you. After all, you have threatened and hurt someone who means dearly to me.”
And as you say these final words to the Defiler, you raise your hand and immediately fire dances around your palm, rendering the Pale Orc to widen his eyes in astonishment.
So suddenly, you scream at the top of your lungs and let your powers take over you in a frozen fury while, in the meantime it gradually consumed Azog into a whirlwind of a million ashes.
Summary – What
if Fili had a tendency to go overboard when trying to impress you?
Word Count –
Warnings – None
A/N – My first
Hobbit fic! I’m so excited! For @sdavid09’s What If Fanfic
Challenge. My prompt was “What if Fili
had a tendency to go overboard when trying to impress you?” Special thanks to @life-is-righteous for being
my beta on this one!
Since this is my first time writing for a new fandom, I’m only tagging my forevers. If you are on my forevers list and you only want tagged in Supernatural, just send me an ask or message and let me know, and I’ll move you to my new SPN tag. If you want tagged in future stories - SPN, Hobbit, or both - just let me know!
no! Not again! You thought, as Fili jumped in front of you and
slashed his sword at the warg you were getting ready to bring down. You’d
already started swinging your own sword, and you only narrowly missed hitting
the future Crown Prince. He glanced back at you for a split second after
killing the beast before twisting around and killing the orc that had been
riding the warg.
A/N: For @princess-of-erebor1992 who requested a fic based on this imagine from @imaginexhobbit! Sorry it took a little while (and that I’m posting it at an awkward time), but here it is!
Summary: After being dropped in Middle Earth, it takes a while for you to find your voice again.
Word Count: 1471 (went a little overboard on this one)
Warnings: None, I think? Some mild freaking out, maybe.
It had been a full day since you
had appeared on the forest path in front of the company, glowing like a wraith,
and just as silent. The panic on the dwarves’ face at the unexpected presence
was nothing to your panicked expression, your eyes darting wildly around as you
took in the horrifyingly foreign surroundings. Gandalf had swooped in and
collected you with very little fuss, insisting that you travel with the
company. Thorin had been less than pleased at that, protesting that they knew
nothing about you, that you would only be a hindrance on this very important
quest. But the grey wizard merely ignored Thorin’s protestations and hoisted you
up onto Bilbo’s pony, assuring you that the company would take good care of
Through the whole exchange, you had
not said a word. You were too terrified.
Request: @chasseresse7 : Hi! Can I request a reader x company? Where reader obviously joins the company on the quest but doesn’t have a bedroll so they have to share with each member of the company? Lots of angst and fluff! Thanks! I’ve read all of your fics, LOVE your work!!
Warnings: Mentions of attempted attacks of a sexual nature but no explicit content, if you’re uncomfortable with this, please do not read this request.
A/N: I hope when you asked for angst I didn’t go too far…
Word Count: 1,532
The hard, weathered stone beneath your body did nothing but encourage the crisp chill of the late night air, to crawl through your body. The memory of your absent bedroll taunted you, as your body failed to suppress the shivers that raked their merciless fingers across your unprotected skin.
Though your body was frozen in turmoil, your unconscious mind had wandered to a deeper hell. Images and haunting memories drove stakes through your mind, in the form of fear. Your mind fought valiantly to forget the horrific attack, yet how could you forget, when the memory was still so raw and fresh.
Jovially, royals and guests from across Arda, had gathered into the Great Dining Hall. They had all been spread out through the entire hall; many dwarves drank their mead while guffawing at silly tales and stories. Beside them, their Ones, gossiped, also laughing merrily. Despite of the fact of being hardworking, dwarves loved to gather to tell stories after a drink or two and roar in laughter, even if it were for no special occasion. But this evening it was different. This evening there were two occasions as to why everyone was so content.
The first and most important event was that Erebor had been finally reclaimed and restored to its glorious peace. Thorin was crowned King Under The Mountain, right after the defeat of Azog the Defiler and the rest of the Company had a place to call home.
The second reason as to why there was such a grand celebration was because Fíli was married to his beloved wife, Sigrid, daughter of Bard. The guests that had arrived, had also brought with them lavish and magnificent gifts from their lands for the happy couple. Along with these gifts, they had also brought their cheerfulness.
Of course, everyone was happy that day. It was a celebration, hence the name of it. But I was not…or at least, I forced myself to be. How selfish that must sound, right?
However, I had a truly painful reason not to be. Content that is. And it was quite difficult to think of it without it bringing tears to my eyes. It had to do with the dwarven prince. The one who was married.
As I thought of him, my eyes wandered over to the dais where the royal family and their friends were dining. Fíli had sat beside Thorin’s right and holding his big calloused hand was Sigrid. She was pretty and in her white wedding dress, she looked even prettier. Her rich, dark hair had been curled up and a beautiful braid was very much evident, as it had been purposefully tucked behind her ear. Her skin seemed as pure as the first thick blanket of snow while her emerald eyes gleamed with joy.
I watch the pair of them as Fíli leans over to whisper something in her ear which earns a soft laughter from Sigrid, rendering Fíli’s features to be graced with a handsome smile. Even her laugh was lovely. I thought to myself before I stared down at my plate, sighing sadly.
“It is an insult to have to sit below a human.” A dwarrowdam hissed behind me. Slightly, I turn my head to see her speaking with her friend as they, both, cast they’re eyes to Sigrid like I had done a few moments ago.
“We cannot complain, Freida.” The other replied bitterly. “She is married to the prince, in time, she’ll become the Queen.”
‘She’ll become the Queen…’ I repeated those words in my mind, like a mantra as if I wanted to continuously torture myself. To torture myself for having so foolishly fallen in love with the dwarf prince since the beginning of the quest. And it was not only because of his aggravatingly handsome features, which he had Mahal to thank for, but of his personality as well. Of his sharp intellect and wit. Of his kind, loving and protective nature. Of his loyalty and good judgement.
I had tried to keep my distance from Fíli during the journey so that we would all focus on what was more important than my measly love interest. Yes, we talked and sparred together many times but I was keeping my feelings hidden from him. I had decided upon letting him know of what I felt for him after the reclaim of Erebor, but it seemed I was too late. Fíli, my sweet, darling dwarf, had fallen in love. And it was not with me.
I was truly happy for him but in my mind, I continuously cursed that one day when I lay in tears on my aunt’s lap and she reassured me, “You will have love, sweetheart. He will come, your prince will come. You simply must be willing to open your heart and let him in. Let him love you.”
Well, apparently, I had opened my heart, my feelings, and my emotions and I regretted more than ever. Because like my previous aching heartbreaks, the dwarf prince was never going to love me. Looking over at the royal table, I decided upon something that I would most definitely regret later on. But it was too late as I had reluctantly begun to walk over to the royal table.
The Company turned their attention to me as I ascended the steps, slowly. I fold my trembling hands tightly together and with a shaky voice - trying not to cry - I whisper, “Kili, may I please speak with you?”
The dark-haired dwarf’s orbs bore into my own as he snaps out of his daze. “Sure, sure, of course. Let’s head out to the hallways where it would be more quiet and less overwhelming.”
I nod as I wait for him to come around the table and join me out at the hallways. As I wait, uneasily I decide to cast my eyes one last time to Fíli, who surprisingly I caught to have been looking at me with an expression I could not pinpoint. His blue eyes resembled the colours of the ocean, shimmering and crashing beneath the sunset. Looking into his eyes was not only hypnotizing but it seemed as if though I was staring at a fragile piece of turquoise glass, which laid in the sand, glistening in the bright sunlight.
I offer him a final smile and turn to Kili, who lightly grabbed my elbow and led me out of the Great Dining Hall. At the entrance, we stopped and his eyes were laced with concern and confusion. I could not hold it back anymore so, I let the tears cloud my vision as they quickly trickled down my cheeks. From one than it continued like an endless waterfall.
Alarmed, Kili widened his eyes and took a hold of my hands, “What’s happened, (Y/N)? Why are you crying? Should I be going to get my bow and arrows?”
I laugh through my tears as Kili lightens the tension and mood. The young dwarf smiles and brings his thumbs, wiping my tears away. “No, Kili. I don’t think this time would be a wise choice.”
“Then, perhaps not,” he agrees. “But tell me what is bothering you?”
I sigh and momentarily shut my eyes before finding the courage to tell him. “I am going to leave Erebor. After all, this marks the end of my adventure.”
“What?” Kili says as his eyebrows instantly knit in confusion. “Why? Please, do not do this (Y/N) or at least rethink it. Listen to me, if this is about the time uncle said those terrible things to you, you must know that he was - ”
“No, Kili, this has nothing to do with Thorin.” I reply, swallowing uneasily. There was an uncomfortable few minutes of silence and when I lower my head, Kili gasps, comprehending the sudden meaning of my answer. “(Y/N),” He whispers but I shake my head, not wanting him to say anything about it.
“Please, do not make this any more harder than it already is.” I plead as I reach from under my sleeve, producing a stone with a dwarvish engraving that said kidhuzel, which meant ‘gold of all gold’. That was the first and only word that I learned in Khuzdul. It was a word that Fíli had taught me and he made me promise to remember it while thinking of him.
“Please, return this to your brother. Not today. I don’t want him to think of this on his happy day. Maybe when you deem it to be right.” I say, placing the stone on his the palm of his hand as Kili ran his index finger over it. “Gold of all gold.”He read and I squeeze my eyes shut, forcefully pushing my tears back.
“Wouldn’t he want you to keep this?”
“Yes, he would.” I reply, breathlessly. “But every time I look at it, it makes me tear up.” He nods understanding and looks back to me. “Kili tell him I will forever remember and keep the promise. Tell him I loved him even if he might not have loved me in return.”
Fresh tears began to sting my face and the sadness I felt seemed to float through the atmosphere. “Let him know that I thank him. For making me believe in love…again. Even if he did not feel it, it was quite real for me.”
Kili nodded once more and reached to embrace me. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head upon his shoulder. For a while, we remained like that, in a comforting silence as he soothed me by rubbing circles on my back. I sniffle and let him go. “And I thank you for all those silly stories and pranks that seemed to aid me from my worrying and overthinking. You are a good friend, Kili.”
“Nonsense, you do not need to thank me, lass. I had known from the start, you’d helplessly fall for my charming personality.” He replies, winking mischievously as he did so, rendering me to laugh wholeheartedly.
“Well, I will miss you, my charming dwarf.” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder.
“As I, you, my little Thumbelina.” He replies, using the nickname from the stories I had told the Company and implying that I was short for a human. Sighing yet smiling to him, I turn to take my leave at the Southern Gates, not believing this was truly how it was to end. I had dreamed of it to be much more differently…and happier.
“Oh and Kili,” I call to him before he’d enter the Great Dining Hall. He turns and regards me with a curious expression. “After tea with Bilbo, you are welcome to come to my house for dinner.”
He smiles widely and bows, “I’d be honoured, lass. And so would the Company.”
I watch him till he retreats back into the hall, I walk away slowly, each footstep resonating in my head as I thought of the reoccurring memories of the journey I had taken apart in. My tears, once again, cloud my vision and this time, I let my sadness engulf me while I head out to the Gates.
Preferences: Their favourite place to kiss you part 2
Thorin loves to pepper kisses in your hair. It’s one of his favourite things about you. He does it sometimes to comfort you and to reassure himself that you are still here after everything they’ve been through. He adores kissing your courting braid as it is a symbol of the bond and promise the two of you share.
Kili adores your neck and knows your sensitive spots are, as a result of this he constantly be giving you hickeys. He loves being able to give you pleasure from the smallest of touches and kisses. He also loves how your grip I’m his hair tightens as a result of his ministrations.
To Bofur your nose had to be the cutest thing about you and he simply can not resist placing a kiss on it whenever he can. Every time you’d hug it would be followed by a kiss to the nose, every time you’d pass by him he’d swoop in and kiss you nose in a flash before he went back to doing whatever task he had at the time. The cheeky hat loving dwarf even found time to kiss your nose in the middle of a battle!
Dwalin might be known as this big threatening warrior but really he was just a big softie. He would always be pressing tender kisses to your forehead when you would snuggle and he would also do it before he went into a battle, it was his way of saying that he would return.
Prompt/plot: “Maybe you should get your head out of your ass? It’s not a hat.” + “He was my entire book and I was merely a line in his.” + Fili bad-mouthed you really badly, not realizing you were behind him.
Warning(s): a little angst-y I guess?
Word count: 797
A/N: I’m so sorry we both don’t post as often! We’re both really busy and we gotta maintain our main blogs as well. I’m really obsessed with The Hobbit/LOTR so that’s what you’ll see mostly now, but I promise that I’ll get back to my other fandoms! -i
Imagine Kili always giving you very suggestive looks when no one else pays attention, and then acting as if nothing happened. He’d really enjoy how much this confuses you, but actually he would just be too shy to really say how much he adores you.
Summary: Thranduil decides to have a ‘talk’ with you after Thorin declines his deal and insults him. He uses you to send a message at your and Bofur’s expense.
Characters: Bofur, The company, Thranduil, Legolas
Warnings: Strong language used though very little
Word Count: 2,541
“I told him he could go Ishkh khakfe andu null him and all his kin!” You heard Thorin snarl angrily from your shared cell with Bofur, you turned to him alarm on your face.
“Bofur what does that mean?” You asked him frightfully, you were only half dwarf the other half of you human and had been living on the streets of Bree scavenging and stealing to survive until Gandalf found you and asked you to assist a friend of his on a quest. You of course had said yes eager to leave your miserable life of the streets behind you. This of course led you to meeting Bofur and the two of you falling in love.
“It means may you die in dragon fire.” He replied voice quiet. You visibly paled at his words if Thorin had insulted the King whatever slim chance you had at getting out of here was now gone.
Imagine being a great warrior but when you catch a cold during the quest, you begin to act like a child. You whine and drearly sneeze. And everybody thinks that it is really cute and that they like you more when you're helpless. Everyone likes to take care of you.