what thorin said

Falling Stars (4)

Originally posted by ladyoflaketownimagines

Pairing: Slight Lindir x reader and Fili x reader in here. Send me your requests!
Word count: 2404 (lmao its so long im sorry)                                                Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest         Warnings: Swearing, oblivious!modern!reader                                                   A/N: Hey guys I promise this chapter is actually good unlike the last one lmao. Also there’s a little lindir x reader in here so be warned haha.

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Everything hurt, and when you said everything you meant everything. Even your arms hurt and you were given the lightest pack!

You wished the ponies hadn’t run away… Or you know, eaten.

It wasn’t your fault you had stumbled upon the trolls when you went to pee, they just sort of popped outta nowhere carrying away the company’s ponies. Your brain couldn’t even process what you saw and to top it all off after Kíli, Fíli, and Bilbo found you hiding near a fallen log, the princes forced you an Bilbo to go check them out. Some friends they were!

The trolls were probably the most ugly things you had the pleasure of gazing upon and you certainly did not want tocheck them out’ as Fíli put it. You weren’t a warrior or Bilbo’s size and so once the two of you stealthily padded over to where your captured ponies where, the one sharpening a knife, William, had spotted you.

Bilbo of course-that lucky bastard, escaped once Tom, the one with the cold, snatched you up by the ankle.

You really hated your life right then.

Though, just as the trolls decided to make you into a pie, your heroes, beards and all, came to your rescue. Yet, as brave as they were it didn’t go as planned and poor Bilbo almost had his limbs ripped off. And so, you were all shoved into burlap sacks while some of the dwarves were strapped onto a spit. You were included in that bunch lucky enough to roast on the fire and strapped on under Bofur’s stinky feet and above Dwalin’s tattooed head. You made sure your feet dug into his back each time he complained about your own smelly feet or how the fire singed his skin.

But, as always, Gandalf came to the rescue just as the sun rose and cracked the giant stone. Just like in Narnia! Anyways….

Now you had no ponies, and that meant you could feel the full wrath of your Converse shoes plus thin socks. Helllooooo blisters!

At first you didn’t think it was such a terrible idea to walk the rest of the way, like, Erebor couldn’t be that far away right? Also, the weather wasn’t terrible and although you hated walking, it was better than getting sore muscles from ridding a pony all day.

Boy, were you wrong.

The first bad thing to happen besides the trolls of course, was the strange other wizard with bird shit in his hair and screamed about evil and spiders and shit. The only good thing that came out of the chance encounter with Radagast the Brown was that Fíli and Kíli had the balls to actually apologize to you for forcing you to meet with the trolls. You gave them each a good punch to the stomach, not that it hurt them in anyway at all…Really, it hurt you instead to the point of your knuckles bruising.

Damn those dwarves! At least they gave you kisses upon your injured fist and a group hug that left you gasping for breath when they squeezed too hard.

At first you thought nothing about the howls that echoed around the forest but after a wolf, which most definitely was not a wolf, nearly killed poor Bofur, but your Hulk with tattoos whacked it over its head with his intimidating axe before it could do any harm.

And now you were running. That’s right, running while the Company and you bolted across the land covered in yellow grass to God knows where.

It was no secret that you weren’t the most athletic human being to ever live, but sometimes a girl gotta lift some weights every now and then. So in no way you were considered weak(at least for human standards) but running! You despised running.

Goddamnit, I knew I should of used the treadmill, you thought gloomily.

“(y/n)! Keep up!” Thorin barked, yanking you from your horrid thoughts of impeding doom.

“I could if I didn’t have short fuckin’ legs.” You hissed under your breath while picking up your pace.

You legs burned but the thought of being consumed by an angry pack of oversized dogs and strange mutated goblin things kept you going. That is, until you were surrounded by the snarling beasts.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

“(y/n)!” Thorin shouted, snatching your arm to pull you out of the way as one of the wargs charged.

His blade easily sliced through its pelt and you winced as the beast fell. You sure hoped you’d never be on the receiving end of his blade…

“Stay behind me,” Thorin ordered, glancing behind his shoulder. “I intend to keep you alive.”

“Great.” You breathed, glancing behind you to see if there was another escape rout. There wasn’t anything but rock behind you. Or so you thought.

“This way, you fools!” The sudden voice of Gandalf ordered, his pointy hat popping out from the rock.

You didn’t hesitate in throwing yourself into the alcove of rock, desperate to escape the threat of a having your face ripped off. Try explaining that to your mother once you returned home.

The rest of the dwarves and Bilbo barreled in after you, some of them landing right on top of you. Namely Bombur.

For some reason the idea of getting squashed by a massive dwarf was better than being eaten in your mind. Maybe it was because Bombur gave you food. Yeah, that was it.

Anyhow, with a devious smirk from Gandalf and moody grumbles from the dwarves, you all piled into the narrow passageway that smelled like wet rock and moss. You tried you best not to trip over the stones that jutted out on the path, but it happened every so often anyways. Thankfully Fíli caught you each time.

“Careful, lass.” He chuckled, blue eyes twinkling. “Wouldn’t want ya to hurt yourself.”

“I’m surprised I haven’t yet.” You laughed. “Knowing my luck I’ll probably be sliced into pieces soon, or thrown off a cliff, or maybe eaten…”

You missed the flash of worry present on Fíli’s face, too occupied with trying to maneuver safely out of the crevice, or as you deemed it, a secret passage. You for one wanted to get out of the small space as quickly as possible.

And as if someone answered your prayers, the passage opened up to probably the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You let out a gasp and wandered to the edge of the small cliff that led into the valley.

“The Valley of Imladris,” Gandalf spoke. “In the common tongue it is known by another name. Here lies the last Homely House East of the sea.”  

It was gorgeous and magical all at once from what you saw, with it’s ornate buildings built upon the various rivers and cascading falls. Already you could feel the spray of the waterfalls from up on the ledge, a bubble of excitement building inside you.

The rest of the dwarves seemed to be as mystified as you were but after a few angry words from Thorin in that harsh language of theirs, they were snapped out of the spell. You, not really giving two shits about what Thorin said, happily trotted along with Gandalf who led the line of dwarves down the pass and onto the beautifully carved bridges.

“Gandalf?” You said dreamily.

“Yes, dear one?”

“What is this place?”

“It is called Rivendell in the common tongue. The elves call it Imladris.” The wizard answered with a smile.


Your second question was left unanswered as you crossed a final bridge and into a courtyard. Trees with shimmering green and golden leaves swayed around the circular area, the rushing river hugging the left side of it. You spun around and breathed in the sharp mountain air as it rustled your hair, the scent of lilacs lingering as an after taste. If magic had a smell this would be it.

Just as you did another spin to memorize the scenery, a man with long brown hair with a silver diadem placed upon his brow, gracefully descended down the steps towards the Company. He wore a purple robe, but as he got closer you realized the cloth wasn’t just purple; t was black and silver and gold, and the deepest shade of something similar to purple that you could not name. It truly was magic.

In your confusion to name the color of the mystery man’s robe, you also took note of his not-so-human like ears. They were pointy. When Gandalf mentioned elves your mind took the courtesy of imagining little tiny people with brightly colored clothes with golden bells and pointed shoes, not drop-dead gorgeous men with long flowing locks.

“Mithrandir.” The elf called.

“Ah! Lindir!” Gandalf greeted, placing his hand on his heart, the elf doing the same.

The rest of the conversation went right over your head as the two fell into some other kind of language you couldn’t hope to comprehend. It sounded nice though. Much more gentle and smooth compared to what the dwarves spoke, like comparing water to rock.

At least while they spoke you could dreamily stare at ‘Lindir’, as Gandalf called him. Unfortunately it didn’t last long since the sudden sound of a horn being blown echoed around the valley. An iron fist wrenched you away from Galdalf’s side and threw you into the center of a smelly dwarf circle along with Bilbo. The dwarves all bared their weapons as at least 50 horses surrounded them, towering over the party.

They were all so pretty even if the carried swords and spears.

You were too lost in your thoughts and overwhelmed by Rivendell and its inhabitants to notice that the Lord of Rivendell had welcomed you with open arms. Too overwhelmed it seemed that even as the company followed Lord Elrond up the stairs, you didn’t even notice.

“Excuse me, my lady.” A soft voice spoke as you leaned over the edge of the courtyard to peek at the running river.

You whipped around, you fascination now fixed on a certain elf who stood before you. He was even more impressive up close and seeing his near perfect self you realized you probably looked like utter shit. Dirt covered your clothes and shoes and you probably had mud streaked across your forehead along with a couple of bleeding scratches you hadn’t bothered to worry about. In all honesty you were surprised you were even allowed in here. Speaking of not being allowed in places…where did your friends go?

“Um…hi?” You stuttered, faltering under Lindir’s intense gaze.

“I do not mean to be insensitive, my lady, but you are not a dwarf.” He stated, his head tilting to the side. “Why would a human girl such as yourself be traveling with them?”

Why indeed, you thought bitterly, flashes of that night where you had fallen into Middle Earth spinning inside your head.

You shrugged and gave Lindir a wry smile. “Dunno, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice.”

Lindir’s puppy dog eyes widened. “You were kidnapped?”

“What? No!” You laughed, scratching the back of your head. “It’s just-it’s a long story and I’d probably bore you out of your mind if I told you. Plus you’d never believe me.”

Lindir gave you an empathetic smile and brushed a pale hand over your shoulder, the touch sending shivers through you. “Come, I will bring you to your friends, and if you wish you may tell me your tale while we walk.”

“Oh, o-okay..” You said, blushing a fiery red that put tomatoes to shame. “Your name is Lindir right?”

“Yes, my lady.” He said, folding his arms behind his back as you both climbed the marble steps.

“That’s a nice name.” You said without thinking. After processing what you did, you hurriedly blurted out something before Lindir realized what you said. “My name is (y/n), by the way. Not that you care or whatever. Just thought you should know since you keep calling me 'my lady’. I’m not a princess or anything…ha..ha..”

You swore at yourself for rambling. Goddammit (y/n), this is why people think you’re crazy!  

“(y/n).” He repeated as if testing to see how it sounded on his own tongue. You blushed again. “A lovely name for an equally lovely lady.”

You swore you just had a heart attack. This man- or rather elf, was a smooth talker and eye candy. Though, he was probably just being nice. I mean, you looked like a hobo and you were  a guest and all. You sighed.

Oh well, at least you could say you got complimented at least once by a hot guy even if it was just out of hospitality.

As Lindir escorted you through the swirling designs and patterns of Rivendell, you couldn’t help falling a little in love with the place. It was so peaceful and lovely here, much different from your journey here and the urban life back at home.

You rounded another corner and Lindir stopped in front of an ornate looking door. Flowers hung from the ceiling, framing the wood and you reached out to thumb a scarlet petal, marveling at the color.

“This is your room Lord Elrond has provided you, lady (y/n).” Lindir smiled, pearly white teeth flashing behind his lips. “A bath has been drawn and clothes are laid out for you if you decide to dine with Lord Elrond and your Company tonight.”

Your heart swelled at his kindness. “Thanks Lindir.”

He bowed his head in acknowledgement, his hand unclasping from behind his back to reach for your own. His soft hand held your forearm with a certain tenderness and swept down towards your wrist, his nimble fingers brushing against the fragile bone, then finally down to grasp your hand in his, knuckles faced up. Meeting your eye, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon your bruised knuckles, much like how Fíli and Kíli did earlier that day.

“I hope to see you at dinner, (y/n).” Lindir murmered. “You still have not told me your tale, and I wish to hear it.”

“Alright.” You hummed sheepishly, your face matching the scarlet flowers that hung from the potted plants.

With one last smile, Lindir turned gracefully on his heel and disappeared down another corridor, his purple robes and his dark hair flowing behind him. You couldn’t help the dopey smile that lingered on your lips.

Rivendell was rockin’.  

Candle in the Dark (Thorin x Reader)

Requested by @deepestfirefun . This is my very first Thorin fic so I really hope you enjoy it. This was also an encouragement to start brainstorming on my upcoming Thorin fic for the Halloween Challenge, so thank you for the request! I really enjoyed writing this piece. ^^

Requests are currently open. I write for Lord of the Rings, the Hobbit, Star Trek, Priest, Supernatural (Season 8 & 9 only). I do not write smut. If you wish to be tagged, let me know! 

Summary: After the Battle of the Five Armies, the Reader suffers from frightening nightmares and can only find comfort sleeping next to Thorin.

Word Count: 1989

Tagging: @rowdyhooliganism @witty-ass-username-here @bkwrm523 @beriala @devsfan55

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

It had started four months ago.

The Battle of the Five Armies was ended, and yet to you it was as if the battle never ended. There was a king under the mountains once more, peace finally restored to Erebor. But you felt no such thing. At first it started so small you thought nothing of it. They were merely dreams, visions of memories from the fierce battle that took place; the only thing you saw was Smaug swooping down and releasing a breath of fire before awakening. For a moment you would sit up in your bed and recollect yourself before falling back asleep, but it did not stop there. As the weeks passed, your dreams were no longer dreams but nightmares.When you woke up one night trembling and drenched in sweat, your wits shaken to the very core, there was only one thought that occurred to your mind and it was not sleep. Instead, you ended up wandering the great dwarven halls. It was dark and the stoned floors were cold underneath your feet as you walked, the only source of warmth being the lit lantern you carried as you wandered the halls.

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Fallen Stars (Thorin x OC)

A/N: Here is Chapter 6!! Sorry in advance guys! Please don’t kill me XD I did not have the time to check for any mistake so sorry if there is any in this chapter. 

Fandom: The Hobbit 

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x OC (Elentári) 

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Chapitre 1 

Chapitre 2 

Chapitre 3 

Chapitre 4 

Chapitre 5 

Chapitre 6 –> Current read 

Chapter 7 

Chapter 6: I’m scared to live but I’m scared to die

Bilbo watched as Elentári walked away from Thorin, the hobbit also watched as he saw the dwarf king look miserable for the first time since the day he met him. It was odd to see Thorin so affected by Elen’s rejection but after all, she had the right to be mad. Bilbo couldn’t believe what Thorin had said to his friend moreover when she was not a burden for the company. Elen always tried to help and she was kind and caring toward Bilbo. The elleth walked past the hobbit, her face flushed with anger and mumbling something about the stubbornness of dwarves. Bilbo followed after her as she reached Gandalf’s sides and started to look for the cave.

After a while, Thorin found the troll’s loot and everyone gathered around the entrance. The smell that came from the large cave was putrid and Bilbo decided to stay outside. However, a few dwarves, Gandalf and Elen dared to enter the cave. The dark place was full of treasure the trolls had been hoarding, it was impressive but Elen did not care as she tried not to puck because of the smell.  

“Oh, what’s that stench?!” Nori asked as he covered his nose and mouth with his hand.

“It’s a troll hoard. Be careful what you touch.” Gandalf answered, looking as disgusted by the smell as the others.

As they enter the cave deeper, many of the dwarves coughed and retched at the pungency of the cave but inside, they found piles of gold coins and other treasures in caskets. Those abandoned richness caught Bofur’s attention.

“Seems a shame just to leave it lyin’ around. Anyone could take it.” He said as he nudged some gold coins with his foot.

“Agreed.” Gloin piped in then turned to Nori. “Nori, get a shovel.”

At the same time, Thorin, Elentári and Gandalf explored deeper. Elen wandered at the opposite side of the cave, avoiding Thorin at all costs but the dwarf king found two swords covered in cobwebs and the swords caught Elen’s eyes. Gandalf approached the dwarf with curiosity.

“These swords were not made by any troll.” Thorin’s deep voice said as he handed one sword to Gandalf and kept the other one in his hands. Thorin observed the sword with interest and Elen approached Gandalf.

“Gandalf… Those are no simple swords…” The elleth breathed out in awe.

“Nor were they made by any smith among men.” Gandalf added as he drew the sword in his hand out of its sheath a few inches. “These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age.” Elen nodded her head, her eyes still focused on the blade.

Realizing that they are Elven swords, Thorin started to put away the one in his hands in disgust. Elen’s eyes widen at his action and she scoffed.  

“You could not wish for a finer blade.” Gandalf told Thorin in an exasperated tone. Reluctantly, Thorin held on to the sword. He drew it out of its sheath a few inches as well and observed it.

Elentári glared at him then quickly stormed out of the cave. ‘This dwarf will never change.’ She thought as she reached the top of the cave and went to sit next to Fili and Kili. In the meantime, some of the dwarves filled a chest with treasures and gold, then burried it in a hole in the ground near the entrance of the cave. As he saw them, Dwalin looked on in disappointment, his arms crossed over his chest.

“We’re makin’ a long-term deposit.” Gloin explained, earning a roll of Dwalin’s eyes as Thorin finally rushed past them to exit the cave.

“Let’s get out of this foul place. Come on, let’s go. Bofur! Gloin! Nori!” He called as he climbed the stairs that lead out of the cavern.

On his way out, Gandalf stepped on something metallic. Brushing aside the leaves beneath him with his staff, he found another sword. A much smaller one. The wizard exited the cave and headed over to where Bilbo was sitting alone. The hobbit looked up at Gandalf as the wizard handed him the sword he has just found.

“Bilbo.” Gandalf called, taking the hobbit out of his reveries.


“Here. This is about your size.” Gandalf said as he handed the sword to Bilbo who looked completely confused.

“I can’t take this.” Bilbo said after observing the sword in his hands.

“The blade is of Elvish make which means it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby.” Gandalf answered, trying to convince the hobbit.

“I have never used a sword in my life.” Bilbo whispered as he looked around, afraid for the dwarves to hear. Gandalf smiled at his friend and bent down slightly.

“And I hope you never have to. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.” Bilbo looked at Gandalf, his mind registering what the wizard had just said when Thorin’s worried voice shouted near them.

“Something’s coming!” The king warned at the same time as Elen. The elleth rolled her eyes as Thorin looked at her in surprise.

“Gandalf­” Bilbo stuttered in fear.

“Stay together! Hurry now. Arm yourselves.” Gandalf told the company as he ran ahead with Elen right behind him.

Bilbo slowly drew his sword and looked at it for several seconds before he finally followed the others, who have run off into the woods. Elen ran ahead, her ears listening closely to the sound. It wasn’t any kind of orc or creature. It was… it was a sled.

“A sled?” She asked out loud, making Thorin look at her as if she was crazy.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Radagast rode at full speed through the forest on his rabbit­drawn sled and pulled up short by the Company, screaming and shouting.

“Thieves! Fire! Murder!” The brown wizard shouted as he stopped in the middle of the company. The dwarves were ready to fight and Thorin drew his new sword but Elen gripped his forearms to stop him. Thorin wiped his head to look at the elleth in wonder. Elen kept her eyes focused on Radagast but shook her head ‘no’ at the dwarf king.

“Radagast! Radagast the Brown.” Gandalf quickly warned the dwarves, making them all groan in annoyance but also in relief. “Ah. What on earth are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something’s wrong. Something’s terribly wrong.” Radagast said, his voice laced with worry and fear.

“Yes?” Gandalf inquired, sharing a look with Elen who simply shrugged and waited for Radagast to calm down. The odd wizard opened his mouth to speak, but shut it. He opened his mouth again, but closed it once again.

“Take your time, Radagast.” Elentári piped in nicely as she saw the scowling faces of the impatient dwarves.

“Oh, just give me a minute. Um, oh, I had a thought, and now I’ve lost it. It was, it was right there, on the tip of my tongue.” Radagast said in irritation, then he curled up his tongue, and looked surprised. Elen raised an eyebrow as she saw something in his mouth.

“Oh, it’s not a thought at all; it’s a silly old…” The brown wizard said and Gandalf pulled a stick insect out of his mouth. “­stick insect!”

The dwarves and Bilbo looked flustered and very confused but Elen only laughed at the gentle but odd wizard. Radagast and Gandalf went off a few paces to speak in private and the company gathered in the small clearing they were actually in waiting for the wizard. Elen looked at the two wizards, wondering what they were talking about when someone cleared their throat. She turned around to be surprised to see Thorin’s deep blue eyes staring at her. He was really close. Too close.

“Hm… You’re still gripping on my arm…” Thorin suddenly said a bit embarrassed. Elen’s eyes widen then fell on her hand that was indeed still gripping Thorin’s forearm tightly.

“Oh!” Elen’s cheeks turned bright red and she quickly let go of the king’s arm. “Sorry…” She mumbled and turned around to leave but not before hearing Thorin’s reply.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He mumbled, rubbing his arm where Elen’s hand had been just a few seconds before.

Elen blushed even more as she made her way toward Bilbo and past Balin who looked at her with a knowing smirk. She would never admit that she secretly loved the way his muscles shifted under his thick sleeve or how the warmth of his skin radiated through the leather of his coat. Elen shook her head and clenched her fist, trying to make the tingling on her skin stop. She had to stay focus, only a few minutes before she was yelling at Thorin telling him to never touch her again and now… She couldn’t get her hands off of him?! Elen groaned in disappointment in herself.

“The Greenwood is sick, Gandalf. A darkness has fallen over it. Nothing grows any more, at least nothing good. The air is foul with decay. But worst are the webs.” Elentári heard Radagast say.

“Webs? What do you mean?” Gandalf asked worriedly.

“Spiders, Gandalf. Giant ones. Some kind of spawn of Ungoliant, or I am not a Wizard. I followed their trail. They came from Dol Guldur.”

“Dol Guldur? But the old fortress is abandoned.” The Grey wizard exclaimed.

“No, Gandalf, it is not.”

‘Dol Guldur?’ Elen thought, wondering what this was all about.

“What are they talking about?” A gentle voice asked from next to the elleth. Elen looked down slightly to see Bilbo sat next to her, watching the wizards as well.

“Spiders…” Elen simply answered, earning a confused and curious frown from Bilbo. Gandalf and Radagast kept talking and Elen listened. She was scared to say that what Radagast had seen in the abandoned fortress was not a good sign at all. This kind of darkness couldn’t be a good sign for Middle Earth. Elen saw Radagast pull out a cloth­wrapped package from under his cloak and hand it to Gandalf. The woman frowned as Gandalf untied it and opened it; upon seeing its contents, the wizard looked concerned and Elen felt an old and ancient kind of darkness fill the air around them.

“That is not from the world of the living.” Radagast said.

“I don’t like that…” Elen whispered only for Bilbo to hear but before Bilbo could ask her what she meant, a howl was heard in the distance. Elen blinked several times and shot up to her feet. The dwarves looking around them with their weapons ready.

“Was that a wolf? Are there… are there wolves out there?” Bilbo asked, stuttering.

“Wolves? No, that is not a wolf.” Bofur answered him as Elen grabbed the sword tied on he back.

Suddenly, Elen wiped around and she tensed. From behind a nearby crag, a Warg appeared; it leapt into the midst of the Company, knocking down one of the dwarves. Elen pushed Bilbo aside and stepped before him with her sword ready. The warg turned and growled at Elen but Thorin struck quickly and killed the warg using Orcrist. Elen looked up at Thorin with surprise and their eyes met but another Warg attacked from the other side; Kili shot it with an arrow, bringing it down behind Thorin. However, it got back up and tried to attack Thorin but at the same time as Dwalin, Elen jumped forward and drove her sword into the Warg’s skull. Thorin wiped his head to look at his friend and at the elleth with wide eyes. Elen took her sword off the Warg and smirked at Dwalin who looked unpleased to share his kill with her.

“Warg­Scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind.” Thorin stated, his eyes still focused on Elen. The elf had saved him at the same time as Dwalin. Even after what he said to her, the elleth had tried to keep him safe.

“Orc pack?” Bilbo asked, worriedly as Gandalf approached.

“Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?” The wizard asked Thorin, his voice waving with anger and agitation.

“No one.” Thorin answered with confusion.

“Who did you tell?” Gandalf raised his voice.

“No one, I swear.” Thorin said defensively.

“Gandalf!” Elen raised her voice. “He said nothing! We need to go, now!” The elleth glared at the wizard, feeling quite annoyed to lose some precious time like this.

“What in Durin’s name is going on?” Thorin asked the wizard, taking a step forward.

“You are being hunted.” Gandalf sighed then glanced at Elen. The elleth was looking around the company, her eyes scanning the horizon.

“There’s too many…” She muttered.

“We have to get out of here.” Dwalin piped in, gripping his axe tightly but Ori stepped forward in fright.

“We can’t! We have no ponies; they bolted.” The young dwarf told the company. ‘Shadowfax…’ Elen thought, suddenly worried for her friend.

“I’ll draw them off.” Radagast said, seing no other way out for the company and the elleth.

“These are Gundabad Wargs; they will outrun you.” Gandalf disagreed but the brown wizard smiled proudly at the other wizard’s words.

“These are Rhosgobel Rabbits; I’d like to see them try.”

Elen looked at Radagast as he got himself ready. She approached him and looked up as the gentle wizard looked down at her with a smile.

“Be careful, Radagast.” She said, giving him a small sad smile.

“Do not worry about me, my lady. I can handle a few orcs.” Elen chuckled at his words and nodded her head then stepped aside to let him go.

In the meanwhile, Thorin observed the elleth and the wizard. He was close enough to hear their conversation and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at how Radagast had called her. ‘My lady?’ He thought, Elentári was a simple elf maiden… not or lady. Thorin was even more confused as his eyes landed on the sword on Elen’s back. He saw it once when she attacked the trolls and once again now but he couldn’t understand how it was possible. Thorin knew who forged that sword, but it was simply impossible.

The dwarves gathered at the edge of the woods while Yazneg, the orc leader of the Warg Riders, and his Wargs were searching through the forest for them. Suddenly, Radagast and his rabbits shot out of the forest and in a flash the Orcs and Wargs were chasing him. Radagast laughed as his plan worked.

“Come and get me! Ha ha!” He exclaimed, looking behind his shoulder.

Gandalf and Elen watched from behind a rock as Radagast and the Wargs disappeared in the distance. Elen shared a look with the wizard and nodded her head before running ahead of the company.

“Come on!” Gandalf called for the dwarves to move and the company rushed across a rocky plain.

Elen waited behind a rock as the company joined her, she looked in the distance to see Radagast being chased by the Wargs. One of them crashed while trying to catch him and Elen smirked. The wizard could truly handle those orcs.

As the Company ran across the plain, they saw the Wargs not too far from them. Elen gasped and grabbed Bilbo who was running next to her to hide behind the rocks. The company join her and the hobbit who looked up in fright at Elen. The elleth squeezed his shoulder and smiled, trying to give him courage. Gandalf looked in the distance to see if they could move.

“Stay together.” The wizard whispered.

“Move!” Thorin ordered and the company kept running. Elen looked at Thorin as she ran past him, their eyes met and the King felt a weird pull at his heart. Something was going to happen.

As the Company ran, Radagast drove his sled beneath an overhanging projection of rock; he ducks, but the Orc on the Warg behind him got knocked off. Elen smiled as she heard the commotion Radagast was creating as the chase continued. Suddenly, Thorin stopped behind a rock, seeing the Wargs too close but Ori ran out of the cover. Elentári and Bilbo gasped at the same time but hopefully Thorin grabbed Ori by his collar and pulled him back under the protection of the rock.

“Ori, no! Come back!” Thorin exclaimed as he grabbed him. The company waited for a while then Gandalf checked once again and nodded at the company.

“Come on! Quick!”

The dwarves continued running but Thorin stayed behind and turned to Gandalf as Elen stepped next to the wizard.

“Where are you leading us?” Thorin asked suspiciously, making the woman roll her eyes and Gandalf glare at him then move past the dwarf as he doesn’t answer. Thorin glanced at Elen then gestured for her to follow the others, not wanting to leave her at the back without protection. Elen ignored him and start to run behind Gandalf.

As the Warg scouts chased Radagast, one of them suddenly stopped and scented the air. Elen stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide.

“Take cover!” She whisper-shouted at the company and they all looked confused until Gandalf sensed the warg scout too.

The dwarves all took cover behind an outcropping of rock. Elen squeezed herself between Bilbo and Thorin, trying to calm her heart down as it hammered against her chest. She shared a look with Bilbo who looked terrified then grabbed her sword at her hips and sighed to focus. The elleth closed her eyes and listened to the scout and his Warg. They appeared on top of the outcropping they were hiding behind, scenting the air. Thorin looked at Kili and nodded his head. The look in the leader’s eyes left no choice at the poor young brunette dwarf. Bilbo squeezed Elen’s forearm to catch her attention as Kili readied an arrow. Elen opened her eyes and understood what Kili was trying to do but before she could stop him the younger Durin brother quickly stepped out and shot the Warg. However, his arrow hit the Warg’s shoulder blade and it let out a huge roar. Elen’s eyes widen but Kili quickly shot another arrow that made the Warg and the orc fell near the dwarves. Some of them quickly jumped and attacked it. Elen watched as the finally killed the orc and its beast but she shook her head as the sounds of their fight was carried quite far. Far enough for the other Wargs and Orcs to hear. They stopped chasing Radagast as they hear roars and screams from behind the rocks and Elen’s breathed hitched in her throat.

“They heard us…” She muttered, only Bilbo and Thorin heard her.

“The Dwarf­scum are over there! After them!” Elen heard the Orc’s leader hiss in his horrible language. The Warg scouts howled as they stopped pursuing Radagast and they began pursuing the Company.

“Move. Run!” Gandalf shouted, now not caring to keep his voice low. The company ran through a grassy plain; Wargs began to surround them from all sides. The elleth stopped and tightened her grip on her sword as she looked around her. Bilbo stayed behind the dwarves, not knowing what to do.

“There they are!” Gloin warned.

“This way! Quickly!” Gandalf lead them through the plain as they all ran for a while longer, then halted in a clearing as they saw Wargs on all sides. ‘We’re stuck.’ Elen thought and groaned as she tensed.

“There’s more coming!” Kili screamed and Elen ran next to him as the young dwarf was a bit too away from the other to her liking.

“Kili! Shoot them!” Elen heard Thorin shout from behind them.

Looking around, Gandalf saw a large rock and he quickly recognized it. He ran toward it and disappeared. The wizard disappeared into thin air as the dwarves started to get more and more agitated.

“We’re surrounded!” Fili screamed as he came back from his quick scout ahead.

Kili began to shoot at the Wargs and the Warg­riders, killing some of them. Elen was by his side, ready to fight.

“Where is Gandalf?” The brunette dwarf next to her asked.

“He has abandoned us!” Dwalin roared, accusing the wizard.

“Nonsense!” Elen shouted back, knowing that her dearest friend would abandon them so easily.

The dwarves gathered close to each other near the rock Gandalf disappeared by. As Yazneg and his Warg approached, Ori shot a rock at Yazneg with his slingshot, to no effect. Thorin pulled out his sword and stared at Elen’s back. He didn’t like the fact that Kili and her were far from the rest of the company.

“Hold your ground!” Thorin shouted to his friends as he readied himself but suddenly, Gandalf popped up from a crack in the rock.

“This way, you fools!” The wizard exclaimed before disappearing once again by the rock. Thorin ran and looked down the rock to see a secret passageway, his head wiped to the side and he called for everyone.

“Come on, move! Quickly, all of you! Go, go, go!”

As the Wargs approach, the dwarves and Bilbo slid into the large crack in the rock, sliding into a cave. A warg approached Thorin and tried to attack him but the King killed it easily with a slide of his sword. Kili shot another another orc and kept shooting with Elen by his side.

“Kili, we have to go!” Elen said, her body shifting to look behind.

“Kili! Elen! Run!” Thorin screamed and finally Kili turned away to run but at the same time Elen saw the orc he was about to shoot a second before raise his arm. Elen’s body moved out of instinct as the orc threw his sword at Kili’s back but instead of hitting the young dwarf, the sword came rushing at Elen. The elleth gasped as she looked down, pain gripping her entire being as she saw the sword driven deep in her side. Kili turned around and his eyes went wide but Elen mastered all her strength and turned to follow him. Her hand pulled the sword out off her skin and pushed hard against the wound.

“Run Kili! Don’t look back I’m right behind you!” Elen said as she pushed Kili forward. The young dwarf looked skeptical but ran ahead, looking behind at Elen every two seconds.

They quickly joined Thorin before the rock and Kili jumped into the crack. Elen’s legs were heavy, she had more and more difficulties to move. Her hand was drenched in blood but she tried to ignore it. Thorin’s eyes landed on her and his heart stopped for a second. Thorin made a move to come closer but right as he was about to reach her a high sound pierced the air around them and Elen screamed in pain.

“No!” Thorin screamed as he saw the arrow pierce through the back of Elentári’s left shoulder. The elleth’s eyes widen, pain evident on her features.

She knew that she was too far from the rock to reach it without putting Thorin in danger, the Orcs were too close. She looked at Thorin, her eyes filled with tears as she knew what she had to do. The time seemed to slow down as she heard Thorin’s voice scream her name. She saw him start to run in her direction, fear in his eyes. Elen’s legs shook as she raised her right arm slowly in the air. With the last bit of strength she had left, Elentári pushed Thorin back, a huge wave of white light escaping her hand. Thorin’s eyes widen as he felt the light push him backward and into the crack with the other dwarves. Elen sighed, and her eyes closed as a soft smile appeared on her lips through the pain. He was safe, that’s all that mattered for her.

The elleth’s legs gave way and she fell on her knees, her breathing shallow and rapid. Black spots started to cover her vision and Elen fell on he side. ‘Is this it? Is it how it ends?’ Elentári thought as she closed her eyes. She slowly accepted her fate as she heard Thorin’s voice scream from far away. In the crack, the dwarves were trying to hold the king back as he tried to climb back up to help Elen.

“We can’t leave her alone!” Thorin screamed but Gandalf stopped him once again as he tried to go past him.  

Just as Yazneg and his Wargs reach the Elen’s unconscious body, an Elvish horn sounded in the plain making the dwarves jump and Thorin look up in confusion. A group of mounted Elves rushed into the fray, shooting and spearing the Wargs and Orcs. The Company listened to the conflict from inside the crack. Thorin groaned in impatience but suddenly one of the orcs, shot by an arrow, fell into the cave. The dwarves jumped and readied their weapons but the orc was dead. Thorin advanced through the company and plucked out the arrow and examined its make.

“Elves.” Thorin hissed in disgust and threw the arrow on the ground. Gandalf sighed out in relief as he understood who had saved them and consequently, who had found Elentári.

“Gandalf, we have to help Elen.” Kili suddenly said and Thorin looked up at the wizard with dark eyes.

“We cannot help her, Kili. We wouldn’t be able to heal her wounds, she might die if…” Gandalf started but Thorin stopped him with a shout.

“We cannot leave her alone! Gandalf, she will die! She might as well be dead already!”

“This is why she is in better hands with the elves right now!” Gandalf said, raising his voice. Thorin looked down for a moment and tried to calm down, the company looked around at each other in worry but finally Thorin sighed and glared at Gandalf one last time. “We do not have the choice Thorin. Elentári is one of my dearest friend, I wouldn’t leave her in the hands of fools. I know that those elves are her best chance.”

Thorin sighed but he had no other choice. He could see that his friends looked at him with questioning looks at why he cared so much for the elleth. They all cared but Thorin’s behavior was truly odd. There was a pathway at the end of the cave, leading away, to a place unknown. Dwalin wandered in the cave and brought Thorin out of his daze.

“I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?” The warrior asked.

“Follow it, of course!” Bofur exclaimed before anyone could protest, even Thorin. The dwarves started to follow Dwalin and Bofur, Gandalf staying behind with Bilbo.

“I think that would be wise.” Gandalf mumbled, only Bilbo noticed the wizard comment.

The Company began to follow the path. It was quite narrow, and the path was actually a crack between two tall cliffs. At times, the dwarves had great difficulties going through the narrow pathway. Thorin couldn’t help but worry, Elen’s hurt face, her hands red from her own blood haunted his mind. He had to see her, he had to see her alive and well. His heart clenched and he felt sick, his throat tightened and a strong feeling of grief gripped his heart. Thorin knew at this instant that if he lost her, if he lost Elentári, he would never love again.  

The pathway eventually opened out into an open area; there was a valley below, and in that valley, was the city of Rivendell.

“The Valley of Imraldis. In the Common Tongue, it’s known by another name.” Gandalf said as the dwarves looked at the city in awe.

“Rivendell.” Bilbo breathed out, looking at the landscape with an admirative smile.

“Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea.” Gandalf said but Thorin’s anger boiled.

“This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy.” The dwarf king hissed.

“You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill­will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself.” Gandalf answered, making Bilbo look between the wizard and the dwarf feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us.” Thorin asked Gandalf but in reality, that was more a statement than a question.

“Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me. Moreover, if you want to see Elentári again you will have to follow me.” Gandalf said and started to walk toward the elven city as Thorin looked down in resilience.

If this was the only way to see her again… Thorin would deal with the elves of Rivendell.

Tell me what you think guys! 

xxx Lisy 

Learning the Language

So this is my idea: reader is Thorins One, dunedain, they are living in Erebor after botfa and because she is his fiance and future gueen of Erebor, Thorin has agreed to let Balin teach her khuzdul from scratch. During the day, she is stuck with Balin in the library learning the language and by night sharing tender moments with Thorin. She has complained that language is so hard and difficult to learn that she ain’t never gonna learn it, when one night, when Thorin starts to braid her hair, he askes something in khuzdul and absent mindedly she answers in khuzdul quite perfectly without even realizing it. Lots of fluff if you please :) thank you honey!

Thorin x Reader

A/n: Whenever they say something in khuzdul I will have it in italics, but I will tell you when they say it in that language! I hope you like this sweetie!

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I will ever learn it. It’s too difficult and I lack patience.” You say to Thorin, he laughs at you and kisses your forehead.

“My dear, you have faced many more difficulties than this, and you have defeated them head on. Standing on top of it all. I believe you can do it, my love.” He says, but you just frown at him.

“I can take an orc down in the blink of an eye, I can outwit an elf in a second, I can even outfight Fili and Kili, at the same time, but this… this is impossible.” You say, which makes Thorin burst out laughing. You begin pouting, but he just shakes his head, he puts his lips right at your ear and whispers to you.

“You’re going to be late for your lessons, I will see you after.” He says gently biting your ear, then walks away. Why’d he have to do that before lessons, at least you had something to look forward to after lessons, though.

“You’re late,” Balin says, “are you ready for your lessons, my queen?”

“I’m not the queen yet, but I guess I’m ready.” You answer him. You guys were an hour into lessons and you were having difficulty with this one particular sentence.

“I understand your frustration, but you are smart enough to learn it,” Balin reassures you, “You just have to have patience, you’ve learned the elves’ language, this isn’t much more difficult.”

“ I know, but I learned elvish my whole life, I was a young lass when I began to hear it.” You answered him, getting a little more agitated.

“You used to hear Khuzdul, too, when you were an even younger lass.” Balin explains to you, “I know you might have been too young to remember, but it’s still there.” You finally calmed down, so you and Balin got back to the lesson.

“That’s all for today, lass.” He said with a gentle smile on his face, “Y/n, you are going to get the hang of it.” You nodded your head at him, then left the library. You were so frustrated with yourself, so you avoided going to the chamber you shared with Thorin. You decided to walk around the halls of Erebor, you always fogot how big it was, especially since you spent most of your time either in your chambers or the library. Every time you passed someone they bowed to you, so you always smiled and nodded to them.

“Y/n! Hey! Wait up, I wanted to talk to you.” Kili says running up to you, “I haven’t got to see you in a while since your nose has been stuck in those books!” He said laughing.

“Very funny Kili, but I have to learn this language. I have to do it for Thorin.” You said looking down at your hands.

“Oh y/n, you’ll learn it. You’re really smart, just quit doubting yourself!” He said smiling at you, “Anyways, when you and my uncle get married in a few days does that mean I can start calling you Aunt Y/n?” He said backing away from you expecting you to hit him. Him and Fili made jokes about that the entire journey, so after the battle they decided to continue with the jokes.

“It’s okay, you can call me Aunt y/n, as long as you let me pinch your cheeks!” You said reaching for Kili’s face, you both started bursting out laughing. You hadn’t even realized Thorin was behind you.

“What are you two cackling about?” He asked which made you jump a little, “Sorry love, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, Kili was just pulling out old jokes,” Your mind went distant for a second when you thought about the journey, you even had dreams about it sometimes, so Thorin always knew when your mind went there, “ Sorry, I was just, um.”

“No need to explain yourself, my queen.” Thorin said whispering in your ear starting to play with your hair, “Are you ready to go up to our chambers?” He said in Khuzdul, but you hadn’t realized.

Of course, my king. Shall we go?” You answered perfectly in Khuzdul without realizing. Thorin looked at you with wide eyes, but eventually his eyes softened and his face turned into a huge grin.

“You realize what you just did?” Thorin said, you could here the excitement in his voice, “You just spoke in perfect Khuzdul, you’ve learned the language of the dwarves.” You squealed in excitement and jumped up into Thorin’s arms kissing him passionately. He never sat you down once and carried you all the way to your all’s chambers, still kissing. He laid you down on the bed and hovered over you.

My love, I cannot wait for you to become my queen.” Thorin said in Khuzdul.

I cannot wait to become your queen, my king.” You answered back in the same language. The rest of the night you called each other cute names in Khuzdul, you were sitting in front of Thorin and he braided your hair in different spots for you. You found it relaxing, so eventually you fell back into Thorin half asleep. Thorin and you laid there, you in between his legs and head on his chest, he had one hand laying on your chest right below your breast and the other was rubbing your arm gently. It was only a couple days before your wedding and you knew you would be able to say your vows together in Khuzdul, then the braiding ceremony. You couldn’t be more excited and happy, you are marrying the love of your life.

I love you.” You said.l

“I love you, too.” Thorin replied.

Make a wish

Based on “Imagine cuddling into Dwalin’s lap while he is on night watch and Thorin teasing him about it” from ImaginexHobbit.

Requested by @eclairer-le-ciel


There was a breath of autumn’s crispness in the night air, and you cradled the steaming mug in both of your hands to enjoy its warmth as you quietly picked your steps among the bedrolls of your companions on the cool, leafy ground to walk toward the figure silhouetted by the glow of the campfire.

The fire cast a play of light and shadow over a bald pate and craggy face, and the bushy beard was stirred by a smile as you approached the wide stump that served him as a seat, offering the cup with its handle toward him.

“Care for your tea, Mister Dwalin?”

The affectionate cheekiness in your tone broadened his smile, and he took the cup, carefully setting it beside him on the stump.

“Aye,” he grinned, reaching to catch your hand, “and something sweet to go with it.”

You giggled as he drew you smoothly to his lap before picking up the tea again, blowing on its surface and taking a grateful swallow.

Dwalin sighed contentedly, bringing the cup to your lips, and you gladly shared the strong, black tea, its heat lingering on his mouth when he kissed you and settled you more snugly into the circle of his brawny arms.

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Blood vs Water

From this request: Can you do a oneshot where the reader is an elf (maybe Thrandy’s daughter and Legolas’ twin?) and she runs away to join the company and falls in love with Thorin? And it’s all about forbidden love and the reader being shy and quiet at first but saving everyone? And only, like, Gandalf knows her relation to Thrandy until it comes out one day when they meet Legolas?


You watched as your father discussed something in hushed tones with your brother. Their silvery locks caught the light, looking nearly identical from the back.

No doubt your father was telling Legolas about some quest he must go on or some battle he must fight. Your skin prickled—you didn’t like to admit you were jealous, but you were. Your father often treated you as an outcast. You did not have the typical elven features—you were a little softer, a little stockier than most. People were always startled to find that you and Legolas were twins.

Your father finished conversing with Legolas. You watched your brother go off, no doubt to prepare weapons. You approached your father.

“Where are you sending him?”

“Do not concern yourself with it, Y/N,” Thranduil responded.

“Can I go with him?”


“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll just go off and find out on my own.”

Thranduil sank down into his throne, a weary expression on his face. “Y/N, enough.”

You turned and walked out of the room, away from your father.

“Y/N,” he called out after you. “Come back here!”

You wandered the halls until you found Legolas. “Leg,” you said, drawing his attention.

Your brother sighed. He hated that nickname. “Y/N.”

“Where are you going?”

“Dwarves are on the move. They are trying to take back the mountain.”

“Are you going to help them?”

“No. Father wants me to make sure they keep their distance.”

You watched your brother finish packing up his bow and arrows. He clapped you on the shoulder once before heading out.

You’d heard numerous stories of dwarves and of the mountain. You had to admit, it sounded very exciting, this journey they were taking.

You quickly snuck off to your chambers and packed a small bag of necessities. Then you snuck into your father’s armory, taking a small blade and an old map. Then you headed off into the wilderness.


You were able to find the company. Although some of them grumbled, you were able to wriggle yourself in amongst them.

None of them suspected you were an elf.

Except Gandalf.

“Why are you here, child?” he asked one night, drawing you away from the company to discuss things in private.

“What do you mean?”

“Surely your father would be very disappointed to learn that you’ve run off with the dwarves.”

You shrugged. “He’s more concerned with Legolas.”

You felt Gandalf’s eyes on you. You turned away, your eyes finding Thorin in the dark. While it was true that you’d first left for this journey out of spite toward your father, you knew that one reason you had remained was because of the dwarf king. There was something about his gruff-yet-gentle nature that drew you in.

At that moment, Thorin looked up at you, his eyes finding yours. You thought about looking away, but his stare was hypnotizing.

He stared at you for a few moments before looking away.

Were you hallucinating, or was there a flicker of a smile on his face?

“While they have accepted you,” Gandalf said, drawing your attention back to him. “You must know they cannot focus on protecting you.”

“I know, Gandalf. And I do not wish to put any of them in harm’s way.” You smiled up at him. “I have learned some valuable skills from my brother. I believe I can hold my own.”


The journey was long and hard. But you didn’t regret coming on the trip at all.

And your heart kept growing fonder of Thorin.

During some of the battles, you found Thorin standing near you as if protecting you. At night, around the campfire, you often found his eyes landing on you.

You loved him.

Could he… love you?


The journey ended up winding through the forest near your home. You were nervous about being this close to home—what if your father discovered you and made you leave the company?

Unfortunately, it was not your father who found you.


The company turned to you upon hearing Legolas call your name.

Your brother shoved his way through the dwarves. He towered over you. “What on earth are you doing here? Do you have any idea how worried Father has been?”

You felt your cheeks heat as all eyes were on you.

“Y/N,” Thorin said. “What is this pathetic weasel talking about?”

You looked at the ground. “He’s… my brother.”


Legolas reached forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you after him. “Father is very displeased with you. He’s sent me searching for you for months. And when he finds out that you were passing time with this lot…”

“Leg, let me go!”

“No, Y/N.”

Thorin stepped forward, his hand on Legolas’ arm. “She said she didn’t want to go.”

Legolas turned. “This does not concern you.”

“She has been with my company. Therefore, it does concern me.”

The two had an intense stare-down, with you caught in the middle.

“I believe my Father will sort this out,” Legolas said. “Come, Y/N.”

Thorin ripped Legolas’ hand from your arm. “She is quite capable of walking herself.”

‘What have I gotten myself into?’ you thought to yourself as your group made their way into the castle that had been your home for so many years.

Becoming Real - Part 3

PART 1  |  PART 2   |   PART 3  |   PART 4

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

it’s been
too many nights
    of being with

 to now be suddenly

           — Jewel


Where was he?

You’d thought you’d seen a dark-cloaked shadow a bit farther up the path, but it must have been a mirage. You were now in the spot you’d aimed at, and Thorin was nowhere to be seen. The mouth of the cave had long vanished behind the curtain of pelting rain. You felt like you were going to drown, which was ridiculous.

Luckily there was a path of sorts, or you would have never known where to go. You soldiered on, sloshing through the ankle-deep mud more out of stubbornness than any likelihood that you would actually find Thorin. You could barely see your hand in front of your face after all. A stone toppled away beneath your foot and you slipped, dislodging more stones in the process. Your butt hit the ground, starting a small mudslide. You slid down the small incline, gaining speed as more rocks joined the shifting earth beneath you.

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The Obvious

Seventeenth installment of the Mr. Thrainson, Mr. Oropherion series. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18.)

Based on this imagine from @imaginexhobbit

Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: OUCH.

Word count: 3,148

It’s not hard to get a hold of medical records, Y/N, Thorin had said.

You think they don’t know that you use that physical therapist, Y/N? Thorin had said.

They’ll be waiting for you right outside, I just know it, Y/N, Thorin had said.

It took a little convincing to get Thorin to accept that you were going to your appointment come hell or high water, as bent as you were on finally get approval to remove the godawful boot from your foot. He was more than reluctant, perhaps a little downright terrified to let you go; he insisted on sending Fili or Kili with you, but you insisted they were needed at work much more than they were needed as your body guards. You had left the office mid-morning on your first day back in a large pair of sunglasses and a determination to accomplish living your life without giving in to someone else trying to ruin it. Though you still haven’t seen hide nor tail of Smaug in over a week, you refuse to let him or any others that may be watching see you cowering from him. You just wish that Thorin felt the same way.

Despite protective lovers and maniacal enemies, you’ve never felt freer, normal socks and shoes have never felt better. Your stride no longer suffers from the height discrepancy between your uninjured foot and the boot, even if a limp still remains. In all, as you step into the elevator on the way back into the office, you can’t imagine your return going much better.

That is until you look up from your phone.

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Adventures in Middle-earth pt. 7

Sorry I’ve been away for a while, I promise to have the rest of this up soon, I’ve had writers block the past few days. Enjoyyyy!

Word count: 2,002
Warnings: Action, feels, hurt.
Synopsis: After stumbling into Middle-earth, you became part of Thorin’s company to reclaim Erebor, your feelings for the dwarf king grew and his in return.

Originally posted by wrathandruin-blog

Thorin held onto your hand with all of his might, through every bump that the river took you, even being chased down by orcs, he still held your hand. It was nice even though his grip felt like he was tearing your skin. Although him gripping your hand was painful you also loved it.
Hunted down by yet more orcs was just growing tiresome. You hated the look, the smell, everything about orcs. And yet they were always finding ways to hunt you down, it’s like they had some unnatural super sense of smell or something in which they knew where the company would be and when. Luckily the elven rangers were cutting them off whilst trying to hunt you down too, which was convenient considering you could hardly defend yourselves being inside a barrel and travelling at whatever miles per hour down this extremely dangerous river. You had no weapons and therefore couldn’t defend yourselves, which was why you were grateful of the elves hunting down the orcs.
Climbing onto the riverside made you feel a little queasy, you body had just adjusted to the movement of the barrel and you felt as if you were still moving in it even when stood upright. When you climbed up to your feet, Thorin grabbed each shoulder of yours,
“Are you hurt?” he looked desperate as he stared into your eyes, “Quickly!”
“No- no, I am well.” you stuttered, how did he still manage to make you a nervous wreck even in such times?

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Gifts Returned

What if a few of the dwarves moving back to Erebor hear about what happened with the Arkenstone, and quietly start casting suspicion on whether or not Bilbo stole the mithril shirt as well?

And what if Bilbo decided that, while it had been a gift, really the safest place for the second most valuable thing in all of Erebor was not on him (and he couldn’t wear it day in, day out, no matter what Thorin said) but back in the treasury, so he quietly and carefully returns it?

And what if Balin notices, and slips into Thorin’s study to tell him, barely daring to speak the words because he knows how Thorin feels? Balin knows that his king had still hoped, despite all he’d done, that Bilbo felt something for him, and the proof of that hope was that Bilbo hadn’t returned the mithril shirt – the not-quite-acknowledged courting gift.

And now that mithril shirt is  back in Erebor’s treasury, and all hope is lost.

(Until Bilbo proves otherwise, of course.)

Adventures in Middle-earth pt. 6

Word count: 1,714
Warnings: Mild sadness!
Synopsis: You were an extreme introvert and you stumbled into the world of Middle-earth and becoming part of the company where your feelings for the dwarf king grew.

Originally posted by nafanya-a-a

Mirkwood was a dark and dingy place, you did not like it at all. It was nothing like the forest outside your back garden which was full of wonder and mystery, this one felt sick and dark and humid. You hated the smell it had as well, it wasn’t fresh like nature usually smelt, it was a dead smell that really made you feel queasy. You began feeling light headed walking around in this forsaken forest.
“I don’t like this forest, it feels sick.” both you and Bilbo said almost in unison,
“We have no choice but to go through it if we want to get to the mountain before Durin’s day.” Thorin sounded stern, that wasn’t out of the ordinary though. You were wondering what could be going on in his head, was he really shy? Maybe Kili was right, maybe he did have feelings for you but he didn’t want to admit it. Why else would he have ignored you? You almost wanted to just walk up to him and even in front of the company just confront him but that was just not appropriate, you can’t put your feelings before the well being of the company.

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The Durin’s Try Flirting

Fili to his One: It’s destiny that we met.
Kili to Tauriel: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Bilbo, Fili, Kili, and Tauriel:
the Dwarves:
Smaug’s corpse: …
Dale: …
Mirkwood: …
Everybody: WTF THORIN

has this been done yet?

insp: (x)
(IDK where the original audio came from.)

Confession is good for the soul

Based on THIS imagine from Imaginexhobbit


You were vaguely aware of a voice breaking into your reverie. You turned to see Thorin walking beside you with a concerned look on his face and shook your head slightly, focusing your attention. “Sorry?” 

“I asked if you were all right? You were frowning,” he answered. 

“Oh! Yes! I was just…lost in thought, I guess. Yes,” you smiled brightly, “I’m fine.” 

“Good.” He returned your smile. “Only another mile or two and we’ll make camp for the night.” His hand rested briefly on your shoulder and then he was gone, striding ahead to talk with Balin.

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