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D̬͚̲͈̞̣̥̲̯̭̣̻͉̲o̞͉̞̯͖̻̫̟̫͍͔͎̩͙ͅ ̰̝̜̜͎̥̫̪̱͇̜̤̙̯̯̩̤̺̬y̲̯͇̻̰̻̣̺̳̬̰̮̥̳͚̣ͅo̖̪͖̫̳͈̘͉̘̘͇̪͕u̘͈̜̪̣ ̣̺͉̫͇̳͚͓̫u͕̤͓͙̠̠̯̣̪͓̠͈͙̭̦ͅn̤̙̳̗̻̩͉̥̝̫̱̲̭̫̗̬ͅͅͅd̺̪̭̙̲̩̟͍̠͈̬̜̻͉̯̹̜̮͉e͍̖̱͇̦͖͚r̟̯͈s̼̺̖͈̞t̫͙̦͇̖̜̟̺a̲̙̥̫̹͚͈̖̖̺̳͈̲̜͕͖͖ͅn̦̬̪̭̯̻̟̞̘͖̬̹̦̣ḍ̬̰̻̤̦̪͉͚̖̘̻͈̹̝̺͙ ̯̥͈͚̺̼̯̭͉̜̫̲̤ͅm͉͙͍̯̘̼e̱̗̖̺̱ͅ?̪̯͚̥̲̻̣̗̰̩̤̪͇͙͖̰̜ ̟̝̤̠̝

Ṇ̭̩̟̗̥̗̼̣͕̬͖̯̪̏̇̽̋̊͛̈́͒̀͋͋͋̚ȏ̗̙̱̻͉͍̫͚̣̮͙͎̫̖͎͎̔̽͋̆̑ͬ̋̌ͤ͊ͭ̉̿ͫ̓ḇ̬̪̳͔̗̦͖͍̯̰̗̮͉̺͔ͣ́ͦͥ̊̀o̻̘̦̯̩̠̪͈̪̫̯̥͉͐͊̉̎̇͊͗͑̎̑̈ͬ̉d̖̤̦̜̹̦̣̻͔̮̫̖̑͋̊́̔ͦ̆͋͗̂̆̿ͤͅy̗̙̗̩̝̣ͣ̔̅̓ͦ́̉̆̂̓ͣ̄͒́ͦ̒ ̘̰̰̗̠̽̽͌͌̇̓̓̽͋̒͊͒̊̾̒̋̈ͅͅͅḏ̠̗͇ͨ̿ͦͤ͒̀ͯ̉ͩ͋̔͒͊̐͒ͅö̩̣͚͍͕̦͕́̈́̓e͕͓̩̥͇̥͖̱̦̮͕̘̺̮̠̝̰̓ͣ͛̓͋̍ͭ͌̿ͩs̥̫̻͈͇͚̯̞̤̐ͧͤͣͧͩͮͤͣ̀̅̚.̪͈̞̺̰͓̹̝͚̰̫̹̣̠̬̗̈́ͭ̆̉ͤͤ͒̊̿ͫͅ

Salvação é um termo maravilhosamente abrangente. É um grande erro supor que é apenas um sinônimo de perdão. Deus está tão preocupado com nosso presente e futuro quanto com nosso passado. Seu plano é primeiro reconciliar-nos a si mesmo, e depois progressivamente libertar-nos de nosso egocentrismo e nos trazer em harmonia com nossos semelhantes.
—  John Stott.
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Balin“You don’t have to do this. You have a choice. You’ve done honorably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains, a life of peace, and plenty. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor.”
Thorin: “From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice Balin. Not for me.”
Balin: “Then we are with you, laddie. We will see it done.”

Lion Man

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Originally posted by andersjohnson

Summary: You’re about to get married to Fili, but your nerves start kicking in.

Pairings: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 770

Warnings: None

Requested by: Anon

A/n: The request was kind of confusing because they lyrics that I translated were nothing like the one I was provided but I did my best. This is my last Drabble for the weekend because I already wrote like six of them and I need to focus on my series. Also writing this, I did some research and I realized that I severely fucked up in Little Brat because it’s Hobbits that have their coming of age at 33, not dwarves, but I can’t fix it now because I’m already too far in and we’re going to pretend that I’m right. Lol bye.

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Feisty Little Hobbit

Summary: Your brother finally catches up with the company only to find out that you’ve been keeping a few secrets of your own.

MASTER LIST Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Your ear twitches as it hears your brother. You knew he would come. He would never leave you alone with 13 dwarves.

“Wait! Wait! I’ve signed it!” he exclaims, holding up a contract that you had signed earlier. He turns to Balin and hands him the contract. Balin smiles at him and brings out his eye glass. Bilbo looks frightened to be standing next to a pony making you laugh. He was such a gentle lad.

“Everything seems to be in order. Welcome, Mr. Baggins to the company of Thorin Oakenshield,” Balin announces, putting his contract away and everyone cheers.

“Mr. Baggins. You will be sharing a pony with your sister,” Thorin says. “Oh no. I’ll be fine walking. I made it as far as Frogmorton once,” he tries, but he is soon lifted by Fili and Kili onto your pono. Bilbo clings to you for dear life and it makes you laugh.

“Y/n?” he asks as you continue your journey.

“Hmm?” you ask, watching the forest go by. “Why do you have a sword?” he asks . “Because I’ll need it?” you ask back.

“Better question, how did you get a sword? And is that my trousers?” he asks and the company memebers that are within earshot laugh.

You had stolen some of your brothers clothes a while ago and you hemmed them to make them fit you. You didn’t like dresses. You hated them in fact so you always wore trousers under your skirts. Last night, majority of the night was spent hemming your skirts into trousers and it was the best decision of your life.

“Yes. I can’t do anything in a dress,” you say, shrugging. “And why do you have a bow and arrow?” he asks again. That causes Thorin, who is all the way up in the front, to laugh. “It seems, master burglar, that you know almost nothing about your sister,” he calls out and the company joins in on his laughter.

“Honestly, y/n, where did you get the weapons?” Biblo asks.

“I went to Michel Delving once and there were a couple of dwarves there. I took an interest in their weapons and I bought the bow and arrow from them. The sword they gifted me for free. Said that I was the first Hobbit that they’ve met that was instrested in anything remotely dangerous,” you explains.

“Ah. So that’s how you stole Thorin’s weapon from him. You know how to handle one,” Dwalin states, slowing down to come next to you.

“Of course Master Dwarf. My mother sometimes worried that I was born in to the wrong race,” you say, laughing. “That’s because you were. You should be a dwarf not a hobbit. You don’t do anything remotely hobbit,” Biblo grumbles as he loosens his grip.

“You’re just jealous because I got more Took blood than you,” you grumble.

“We literally got the same amount,” he argues, rolling his eyes.

The company smiles at the banter. This was going to be funnier than they thought.

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Feisty Little Hobbit

Summary: You’re Bilbo’s little sister, but you are the exact opposite.

Chapter Summary: You are asked to join a quest.

Notes: I’m going to be continuing from my other one-shot and I’m going to try to make other stories too. Have fun! Also no pairings just yet.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4  MASTER LIST

“Bringing along one hobbit is reckless enough, but two? That’s absolutely ridiculous. Plus one of them is a woman. She has no place amongst us,” Thorin says, making you scoff.

After the unwelcome dwarves had welcomed the leader of the unwelcomed Company, you decided you had had enough. Before you could insult every single person in your home, you made your way to your room, but you left your door open so you could listen in on these silly conversations.

“We should bring her in here to talk about it. She can handle a weapon. She stole yours to prove it and she’s very feisty. She’d be a great asset to our company, Uncle,” Fili states.

You don’t know how, but you know that it is his voice that is speaking.

“Very well. Master Burglar, would you please get your sister. It seems that I will not get rest if I do not at least speak to her,” Thorin says and after hearing Biblo agree, you hear footsteps coming to your room.

You feign sleep, but you know it’s not going to work. Not with your big brother.

“I know you’re awake y/n. You cannot fool me no matter how hard you try,” he says and you sigh, sitting up.

“I’m not going to speak with those silly dwarves,” you say stubbornly. “They won’t rest until they get an answer. Just hear them out and then turn them down,” he says. You sigh and stand, following him back to the dining room.

The company turns towards you, but your attention is turned toward Thorin.

“How can I help you, your majesty?” you ask sarcastically, bowing slightly. He sighs and rubs his temples. He’s only met you for five minutes, but you were already becoming a pain in his royal ass.

“My nephews want you to join us on our quest,” he states.

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asks, coming to stand next to you in the now crowded area.

“Let us have a little more light,” Gandalf says and Biblo moves away to grab another candle. You move to stand on the other side of Gandalf and next to Dwalin.

Gandalf brings out a map and explains the purpose of the unexpected party.

“I do not understand why Bilbo or myself will be needed,” you say, breaking the silence that has ensued after Gandalf’s explanation.

“Bilbo, and yourself if you decide to come, will acquire a gem inside of the mountain. A gem that proves that Thorin is the rightful king under the mountain,” Gandalf explains,”while Smaug is used to the smell of dwarf, he is unaccustomed to that of a hobbit.”

“Bilbo and I will not be going on this absolute suicide mission,” you reply shortly.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Miss Baggins. They are hardly burglar material,” Balin says and that makes you almost want to join the quest. Almost.

“Aye. The wilderness is not a place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves. Especially a woman,” Dwalin says and you resist the urge to slap his bald head. That comment makes you scoff and Gandalf upset. Before he can say something, you open your mouth.

“And how do I know you’re not women? If I remember correctly, you can’t really tell the difference between a male and female. For all I know, King Thorin could actually be Queen Thorin,” you say and you hear a choking noise from Gloin who had just taken a sip of ale. Thorn is glaring at you again.

“We are all male , thank you very much. Gandalf, I will not be taking these two hobbits with me,” Thorin growls out and Gandalf’s eyebrows furrow.

“You asked me to find the 14th member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There is a lot more to him than any of you know, including himself,” at this, he looks at Bilbo,“If Miss Baggins decides to join as well then it will be a company of 15.”

Thorn looks at Gandalf and nods.

“Very well. Hand them a contract,” he says and Balin stands and holds up two pieces of paper.

” It’s just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth,” he explains, handing one to me and the other to Thorin who shoves it into Bilbo’s chest.

“Funeral arrangements?” Bilbo asks, whimpering. He has always been the soft-hearted one. You read over yours quickly and Bilbo voices what you read.

“Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for injuries including but not limited to laceration, evisceration… incineration?” he asks, looking back at the company and you smile a little. He’s going to faint.

“One coin says that he’ll faint,” you whisper to Dwalin. He looks at you and then your brother. “He doesn’t seem that weak. You got a deal,” he says, holding out his hand. You shake it earning a small smile from Thorin.

“Aye, he’ll your flesh off in the blink of an eye,” Bofur states. Bilbo chokes and goes back into the hall.

“You alright there, laddie?” Balin asks.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I need. I need air,” Biblo says again and you give him another 40 seconds.

“Think furnace with wings. Flash of light, searing pain and puff. You’re nothing, but a pile of ash,” Bofur explains, yet again and you laugh quietly.

Bilbo straightens and looks at you and looks back ahead. “Nope,” he mutters before promptly fainting into your arms.

“Aye. How did you get there so quickly lassie?” Bofur asks as you gently lay him on the ground.

“I’m his sister. I know everything about him and you, Master Dwalin, owe me a coin,” you say smugly as Gandalf scolds Bofur.

It was decided then that you were going to be a part of this company whether Bilbo joined you or not.