‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’
The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin’s life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.
Then there is the matter of the gold…
Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?
Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Fili x (human)reader Genres: fluff, a lot of fluff, even more fluff Words: 1.485 Summary: Bilbo is curious about Fili’s and yours relationship, so Kili keenly explains it. Later on, you enjoy a sweet moment with your dwarf - requested by @deepestfirefun
Summary: Ireth, a highly skilled Dunedain Ranger, and her group find themselves at a beat down looking town called Laketown on one of their missions. Ireth slowly starts to become attached to a little brown haired girl named Tilda and soon after, collides with her father, Bard. Two different worlds meet and both of their fates will be put to the test.
Notes: So, here is the intro for my character story with Bard! It’s not much for a start, but I hope people enjoy it! (or there’s anything remotely interesting about it so far haha) Like, comment, share, whatever suits your fancy!
Dark, grey clouds covered the sky like a thick blanket, only small pockets of sun peaked through. Tall, birch trees decorated the lands in the northwest. The dense leaves adorned the top where no form of light could pierce its form. Silence always lingered in these dark woods, shrouded in darkness, for this forest was dark indeed. Even it’s tree trunks contorted and twisted in wicked ways and unnatural forms. No fair felled person dared enter the Forest of Brethil, for dark creatures lurked inside. A thick layer of mist hovered above the grounds. No birds could be heard, but just the chilling silence that accompanied the air.
Soft touches suddenly broke the eerie silence. The light crunches softly spoke to those who were near, lightly touching the ground. A dark figure stooped low to the ground, gliding through the fog like a ghost, barely disturbing, barely making a sound. The figure stopped by a tree, hand touching its rough textures. The fingertips slowly grazed on the surface until it came to contact with a wet substance. They felt it between their fingers, knowing fully well what it was. The figure advanced forward, fast, but swift to not bring disturbance. They weaved between the trees, gracefully leaping over fallen logs. Every now and then, they’d crouch down, hand hovering over disturbed land, following its target. They picked up the pace, knowing they were not far behind, but getting closer. The liquid that was from the tree increased as small puddles appeared on the ground. The figure suddenly stopped. The fog slowly encircled them, as if caught in a silent trap. The figure closed their eyes and remained still, feet planted firmly on the ground, feeling the earth, waiting. Their breathing became slower and steadier to listen. Though the forest held no sound, the figure could hear even the slightest breath of wind or the smallest steps of the creatures that lurked the grounds. A creak echoed from their right, but they remained still. Where the sound came from, was a giant beast. It was the size of a horse with matted, dark fur. Its claws were chipped and bent in some areas, but still remained sharp. A long, thin tail hung low to the ground. Sharp, wolf like teeth appeared in a low growl as its yellow eyes glaring at the figure standing not far from it. Three arrows stuck out of its thick hide, dark blood dripping down from the tips of its fur. The figure had been hunting down this creature for miles. It caused much despair for a local village, killing innocent villagers and livestock. The figure was called upon to put an end to the beast for good.
The beast slowly walked around trees, encircling the figure like a preditor who trapped its prey. It crouched lower to the ground, finding the perfect moment to strike. Teeth bared and claws ready, it quickly lunged forward towards the still figure, but they knew this was coming, for they instantly shifted to the side, simultaneously drawing their sword, and striking the beast as it passed by. The creature yelped in pain as it landed on the ground for it was cut in the ribcage. The beast became quickly enraged as each time it tried to lunge at the figure, they evaded it, while still hitting it every time with its weapon. The beast was running out of time, breath and patience. Blood splatters littered the ground more and more with each strike. So it thought of a last minute attack by running swiftly back and forth, appearing like a swift blur, but the figure remained still. They kept their eyes on the beast’s movements, curious to see what it would do next. The beast quickly ran towards a large tree stump, jumping to the top, and used its hind legs to push its body from the trunk. It flipped its body around so it was in the air and about to land on the figure, teeth ready for the attack. Though the beast thought it was fast, the figure was faster. With one swift movement from their sword, when the beast got close enough, they twirled their body up and through, the blade making contact with the beast’s neck. The figure crouched down upon the same time the beast fell to the ground, sword extended with black blood dripping from the blade. The figure stood and used their cape to wipe off the blood from their weapon. They looked to the beast next to them, a pool of blood forming under its neck. The figure was about to make a move until it froze upon hearing something else. They stood still, listening intently, but soon realized who made the sound.
“You finally caught up with me, old man,” said the figure, their voice muffled by the cloth wrapped around the bottom of their face, as they turned to the left, facing a nearby tree. A soft chuckle came from behind it then a figure appeared from behind and walked towards the other.
“Nothing definitely escapes your senses, does it?” it was a man’s voice. He came next to the other figure then looked at the dead creature next to them.
“Well done with this wretched creature,” said the man.
“It was clever in the beginning, but became restless and too eager here, thus bringing it to its own demise. Though why you instructed only for the two of us to handle this one is beyond me. You’d think our Captain would have more sense of mind then that,” the figure joked as they settled their weapon back in its sheath then started to walk down a nearby path. The man following after.
“I had to make sure my First Lieutenant knows how to do the job right, which you do every time to perfection… Ireth.” Ireth turned her head so she was looking after him as they continued to walk. They stopped when a tiny pocket of sunlight surprisingly shone from above the treetops. Ireth stopped underneath of it, her blue eyes contrasting against the soft, yellow glow but hidden under her dark hood.
“And after all these years, after all we’ve been through, you don’t trust my abilities to get the job done?” she said, placing her hand on her chest in a mockingly manner. The man smiled softly then placed his hand behind her neck, in an encouraging, loving manner.
“I trust your skills completely. It was me who trained you after all… we ‘old folks’ have to stick together, after all,” he joked as he shook her neck a little then let go.
“Now those villagers can be at peace, take time to mourn for their lost loved ones,” Ireth said as she closed her eyes, speaking a silent prayer in her head. They continued onward through the thick woods until they finally emerged out into an open field, the grey clouds still blocking the sky.
“Why did you come, Alliser? Why did you really want it to be the two of us for this mission” Ireth asked.
“Cause we have another duty to perform,” he said as he walked before her to the field.
Alliser kept walking but said behind his shoulder, “Laketown.”
I’m so disappointed when elves in fiction are merely immortal humans with pointy ears, and dwarves are just short humans with beards. Perhaps others enjoy it, but I am bored of banal human conflicts and vices projected ad nauseam onto supposedly inhuman races.
I want to see things that really make me believe elves and dwarves and other fantasy races aren’t just disguised humans. Show me strange biology, incomprehensible minds, impossible virtues and unthinkable sins, oddities and curiosities of all kinds.
I think that’s what drew me to Tolkien’s races, who have exactly those kinds of quirks that set them apart from ordinary humans - like dwarves having only 1/3 of their race female, or elves being capable of telepathy. I love fic that explores the consequences of these strange characteristics most of all.
So it was that after Azanulbizar the Dwarves dispersed again…the allies went away to their own countries, and Dáin Ironfoot led his father’s people back to the Iron Hills. Then standing by the great stake, Thráin said to Thorin Oakenshield: ‘Some would think this head dearly bought! At least we have given our kingdom for it. Will you come with me back to the anvil? Or will you beg your bread at proud doors?’
‘To the anvil,’ answered Thorin. ‘The hammer will at least keep the arms strong, until they can wield sharper tools again.’