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Interaction: Romantic

Pairings: dwarfs x reader

Summary: Dwarf wants to put a courting braid in to his sweethearts hair but there’s one tiny problem…Their Ones hair is too short to be properly braided. What shall they do?

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TO BRAID SHORT HAIR

Imagine having short hair (from pixie hair cut to chin length) and having a dwarf boyfriend, though he loves your short hair and thinks it compliments your features perfectly he is confused: where does he put his courting braid? This is them coming up with the most amusing alternatives to officially make you theirs. Pairings: Dwalin x fem!reader, Fili x fem!reader & Thorin x fem!reader

DWALIN:

He loves your hair, he really does. Especially when the two of you are laying in bed, your head in his chest whilst he runs his calloused hands through your short locks. The two of you fancied each other during the journey and soon after he asked you to be his, without having a courting bead, to which you agreed. Now that Erebor had been reclaimed, your dwarf was always frowning and huffing whenever he sets his eyes on your hair.

At first, you hadn’t given it much thought, you knew what hair meant to dwarves, so it wasn’t unusual to have some of the dwarrow at Erebor stare at your locks for a couple of seconds before they glanced away. However, knowing how much your dwarf liked your hair, you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious–had he grown tired of you because of your hair? You always dropped those thoughts but as time went on you couldn’t help but begin thinking that it was true.

One day, whilst Dwalin was getting ready to go to work you decided to speak up in the matter. You shift on the bed, your head in your hand as you look at Dwalin’s broad back, your eyes travel through the many scars and bruises that decorated your lover’s backside, “I think I’m going to let my hair grow back,” 

The dwarf freezes and slowly turns to look at you, one of his boots in his hand, “Are you?” He stares at you from underneath his brows, his expression unreadable as he stares at you. “Maybe, it’s been a while,” You run your free hand through your locks, “Wouldn’t you like it?” You watch, uncertain, at your lover’s back, he huffs and resumes his actions, his voice comes out in a grunt as he puts his boot on, “I like yer hair how it is, luv. But it’s yer hair, do whatever pleases ye.” 

You frown at his words and open your mouth to interrogate his behaviour this past few weeks when his mouth covers yours, you immediately close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on yours. Dwalin kisses you lazily, slowly, his hand raises to your cheek, rubbing small circles with his calloused thumb, he smiles when he hears you sigh, “Gotta go now, luv.”

He pulls away and gives your lips one last kiss, he grabs something from his pocket and hands it to you, you raise a brow and raise your gaze to look at him, he grunts and nods at the object in your hands. Curious, you open your palm and gasp, your free hand covers your mouth and mist clouds your eyes, you blink the happy tears away and giggle happily at the two earrings in your hands–Dwalin has transformed his beads into earrings! 

“Do ye like ‘em?” He whispers, you look at him, he kneels on one knee, his eyes twinkling. You laugh and nod eagerly before you throw yourself into his arms, he holds you close and inhales your scent, a chuckle leaving his lips, “‘m glad.”

You never take your earrings off, proud of your dwarf’s work.

FILI:

Although he doesn't completely understand the reason why you would cut your hair, he has to admit that he loves the way it looks on you, it makes your facial features pop. The two of you became close during the journey, however, it wasn't until years later that Fili finally confessed his feelings for you (you two had been mutually pinning each other for 4 years!) His favourite time of the day is whenever the two of you cuddle by the fire whilst reading a book, he loves how you run your fingers through his long locks but: he adores running his fingers through yours! He loves pampering you after a long day at work: he brushes your hair and massages your scalp before he plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.

You knew that Fili was up to something when he one day says, "Don't let your hair grow back, amralime," Confused you ask him why but he dismisses your question with a sweet kiss on your forehead. A couple of days later you feel his hand on your hair, he runs his fingers through your locks before he hums and pulls away, you raise your brow to him, both confused and amused, he waves you off before planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

"You've been acting weird lately," Fili freezes, his eyes widen and so does your smile, your dwarf huffs and shakes his head, before he turns around and you are, once again, facing his back as he washes the dishes.

From the tone in his voice, you know that he is trying hard to suppress a smile; "I have no idea what you are on about."

This kind of interaction goes on for a couple of days, you questioning Fili and him dismissing you. One day, you get enough of it and decide to corner him, as soon as he crosses the front door you tackle him; he oomps as he hits the ground, his hands automatically wrap around your waist as his back collides with the ground, after a few seconds his laughter echoes through the living room.

"Armalime, what was that?" He whispers into your ear, his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, you feel his thumbs caressing your hips and for a couple of minutes you forget your original plan; with your head on the crook of his neck you huff and pull away.

"You are hiding something, love, and you are not leaving until you tell me."

Fili raises a brow and the side of his lips curves upwards, his moustache braids twinkling underneath the soft lighting of the room, his eyes shine as he stares at you before he huffs and shakes his head fondly, "Fine,"

He drops his hand from one side of your hips and reaches into his pocket, "This was supposed to be a surprise but..."

You gasp, your eyes cloud with mist and you cover your mouth with both hands as you stare at the object in his hand; there's a golden neckpiece with blue and grey beads decorating it-Fili, your dwarf, has transformed his courting beads into a silver-chain due to your length of hair. You giggle and tackle your dwarf once again, he chuckles and kisses the side of your forehead before he whispers: "Let me court you, my love."

THORIN:

The two of you became close during the journey, though he was very rude to you at first he ended up warming to you after seeing that you were capable of defending yourself. He was both thankful and enamoured with your fighting skills and it didn't take long before he properly asked you to become his. He loves your hair, he really does, but he sometimes stares at it with sad eyes, which makes you feel self-conscious because you love your pixie haircut; of course, you understand what hair means to dwarves and with you being the soon-to-be Queen consort of the dwarven kingdom you can't help but think about growing your hair out.

One day, whilst laying in bed, your head on Thorin's chest, his arm on your waist, you state, "I'm going to grow my hair out," the dwarf king freezes and turns to look at you with wide eyes, his mouth opens and closes slightly; making him look like a fish. You giggle and shift to have a better look at him, you raise a hand to his face and stroke his face slowly, a soft smile on your face, "I'm going to be your queen and it's going to be expected of me to wear your beads."

Though he doesn't answer, his eyes twinkle with an unreadable emotion to you, you raise a brow and huff before you lean in and give him a soft kiss. He doesn't say it, but your words make him feel nothing but guilt, if only he hadn't stared at your hair with sorrow: you wouldn't be having all these thoughts...

For the next couple of weeks, your dwarf avoids you: he wakes up earlier than you and comes home when you are fast asleep, whenever there's a meeting he sits the farthest away from you...even Kili started to notice the distance that his uncle had been putting in his relationship with you. Two months later, you decide to speak up about your concerns when he is about to leave, "Have you grown tired of me?"

Your voice cracks nearly at the end, you bite your trembling lower lip and close your eyes when they begin to cloud with unshed tears, you are not facing him–your back to him. Thorin intakes a breath of air, and slowly turns to face you, he can't see your face but he doesn't need to: he knows you are on the verge of tears.

"Why would you say that?" The dwarven king feels his heart drop, his eyes widen at the words you say and he practically runs to your side, his eyes shine in the dim light–making them appear darker, almost black. You open your eyes and gasp, you raise a hand to rub the tears away, and with a shrug, you whisper, "You have been avoiding me lately, I can't think of another reason why..." you hiccup the last words of the sentence. Thorin frowns and raises a hand to your face, he caresses your cheek too gently, he leans in and kisses your tears away.

"I would never leave you, because, I will never grow tired of you, ghivashel." He whispers, his forehead on yours, his finger caressing your cheek as he closes his eyes, "I apologise for making you think that, I have been busy...creating something that will suit you,"

Your eyes snap wide open, and you stare at your lover, you sniffle and pull away from his warm embrace, "Have you?" Thorin nods, his eyes open and he gazes at you–his eyes shining–he lowers the hand caressing your cheek to the side of your neck, you shiver at the contact earning a chuckle from the dwarven king. "Wait here, love."

With your brows furrowed you nod and watch as he pulls away, he kisses your hair before he leaves the room–what was he up to? Soon enough, he comes back, a small smile on his face, his eyes are their usual colour of blue, "This is the reason why I have been distant from you," You shift to have a better look at him, sitting down you watch as he pulls a shiny object from behind him, you gape at the silver tiara in his hand; in it, you recognise your name, written in his native tongue, along with the runes for "love" and "treasure". "Oh, Thorin..."

Your dwarf had transformed his beads into a tiara for you, he had distanced himself to ask Balin for advice on what to do...Thorin loved the way your hair looked on you so he decided to adapt his beads so you wouldn't have to modify your appearance to please others.

Touch Starved

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff, smutty undertones, sexual inexperience, insecurity

Summary: You and Thorin are awake one night and things take a rather intense turn. You find out that Thorin has never been touched by a woman, or indeed someone he loves. Being so touch-starved means that Thorin is full of doubt and insecurity.

Notes & Comments: As always, if you wish to be added or removed from my tag list, please let me know. This is just a quick piece that I needed to get out of my system before it consumed me.

Now that you were in Lake-town, on the very brink of success or failure, you wanted to let Thorin know in some way that you would do everything in your power to help him to the end. Thorin Oakenshield had become intwined in your heart, nestling deep inside. You no longer feared his outbursts or even felt anxious when in his presence. He made you serene somehow, as though your soul could rest when with him.

The Master of Lake-town had accepted you all with welcome arms, and you had grimaced at the slimy bastard's charming words. The man made your skin crawl, along with his aide, Alfrid. As soon as the younger man of the two had clapped eyes on you, he grinned, showing off big yellow teeth that made your stomach churn.

It was quiet now. The Dwarves had been celebrating, downing plenty of alcohol. The last you had noticed was Bofur asleep under the table and Bombur asleep on the toilet, still holding a bottle of ale, half full.

You stepped out into the cold air, pulling your clothing in around yourself tight.

"It is late," a familiar voice came.

Thorin stepped up behind you, and then placed his hands on the wooden rail of the balcony which gave a view of the row of houses opposite and some of the town further back. Large strips of ice had formed on the water and little flurries of snow were dancing on the early winter breeze.

You could see much in Thorin's expression: apprehension, worry and perseverance. Nothing would stop him getting to the mountain; his birthright was waiting in the form of a crown, but what price was he prepared to pay?

Without a further thought, you placed your hand on Thorin's. You wanted him to know that you were just as dedicated to him as those Dwarves sleeping in Bard's house.

In that moment, you felt Thorin's hand jolt ever so slightly. But he did not move it away. Instead, his eyes remained locked on your hand, and slowly you rubbed his hand with your thumb. Thorin gasped, only slightly, but it was enough for you to hear him.

You whispered his name.

His eyes met yours, finally. Those beautiful blue eyes that you knew you were madly in love with. He seemed unsure, embarrassed. A flush had risen on his cheeks. He swallowed hard and then averted his gaze back to your touching hands.

You were well aware that Thorin didn't have a wife. But surely he had lain with women. Such a beautiful man would have had women swarming around him. Everything about Thorin made you weak, and instantly recognise that you were so helplessly in love with him.

And then your own insecurity took hold. "I'm sorry," you said, pulling your hand away. "It was improper of me to do that..."

"Touch me again," he asked, his voice deep with something that you hadn't heard from him before. The edge of his voice was tinged with just the faintest touch of what you felt to be lust.

Then as your hand reached for his, you could see the sheer anticipation in his face. You stopped.

"Please," he whispered.

"Have you been touched by a woman before?" you asked. It was the underlying question that you needed to ask, and an answer you were desperate to know.

"I am ashamed of the answer, but, no."

That feeling which you had had since your first accidental touch was confirmed. It left you speechless, saddened by such an honest admission.

With a sudden surge in confidence, you picked up his hand and held his palm against your own. The heat and the electricity was so palpable between you both. It made shivers of anticipation shoot up your spine. Then you laced your fingers between his, drawing your two hands together as one.

Thorin couldn't help but gasp again, and then close his eyes. Being a Dwarf meant that tactile sensations were always intense, and being physically connected with someone he loved so ardently meant that he was so full to the brim with joy.

You remained a little shocked by Thorin's response to your touch, but continued on, taking the lead. You leaned your head to him and placed your lips against his cheek, and kissed softly. You were greeted with a soft moan and exhale.

Thorin opened his eyes and caught your gaze against his. You smelled divine. Despite having travelled so far with little to no sanitation, he could still smell something sweet on your skin.

You kissed him again and again, peppering his cheeks and nose. Until you came to his lips, slightly hidden under a well-trimmed beard. That was when you felt his all encompassing self-control break. You kissed hard, and Thorin's arms wound around you, drawing him flush against you.

Within seconds, and you both became utterly breathless.

Thorin's beard tickled against your lips and his tongue meshed against yours. The two of you seemed to meld into one, your forms curving against each other.

You wound your hands in his hair and that made him groan even louder and in response, his hand cupped your breast. This made you press even tighter against him. And then his lips slipped down your neck, kissing and licking at your bare neck. "My love," he gasped, having lost his breath in the turbulence of your passion.

His hands wanted more. He needed more contact with you. The tips of his fingers pushed inside the small hole between the buttons of your shirt, trying to get at your breasts.

You could feel Thorin's arousal for you, hard against your hip. And it heightened your own sensations and the pulsing got more intense between your legs, thumping in time with your rapid heartbeat.

"I need you," Thorin groaned. He pressed his forehead to yours, a sign of deep connection within the Dwarf race, of which you recognised.

"I love you," you said softly.

Thorin smiled. "Let's get you inside, my queen."

Those words made your whole inner being scream in utter joy. Was this all really happening?

The house was quiet, and the two of you crept through into the back room where you had prepared a bed roll. Thorin still had his hand in yours, not able to yet let you go. He wanted to always be connected to you, skin against skin.

Before sleep took you that evening, Thorin spooned against you, holding you. He kissed along the base of your neck, and then pressed his long nose against your shoulder, smelling you. He told you, as you slipped to the edge of a dream, "sleep well, my love. For tomorrow may not see such peace."

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MY EYES HAVE RECEIVED A GIFT!!!!

Oh my gosh, where to begin??? This lovely and intriguing use of magic? how it was -in reality- a DULLED version of his true feelings, even in love?? THEN the gift of fiery spice?! MUAH what a lovely story!!

Oh I just adore your depictions of Thorin-- loyal as always, a faithful lover of the reader's heart, and I am a sucker for happy endings ✨

So perfect!! Thank you for this treat and for the tag! ((It is super delayed, but much deserved; I'm trying to catch up on works during the long weekend!))

Under Your Spell

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, insecurity, a little angst (with a happy ending)

Word count: 1571

Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "You put a spell on Thorin to make him fall in love with you, but as the spell wears off, you find out that he has always loved you." Requested by @asgardianhobbit98

Written while listening to Journey's Greatest Hits.

I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.

Thank you to everyone who supported me during my posting hiatus. I felt like it was needed to get back into a better mindset after I become incredibly overwhelmed by another one of my fics' reception.

The last twenty four hours had been beyond perfect. The spell which you had been keeping for the last few months, ready for the chance to use, had worked better than you could have imagined. Thorin had declared undying love to you as the sun set; the two of you having just shared dinner together with a large group. Then once on your own together, he had been so open in his affection toward you, blushing and smiling as the words tumbled out of his mouth. 

“I love you more than anything,” he had told you, confident and bold. He had taken your hand, kissed it, then asked for you to join him on the royal balcony. 

The two of you had sipped wine, while Thorin gazed at you over the top of the glass, unable to tear his gaze from you. 

You shared tender kisses, hand holding, and Thorin had held you as you fell asleep. Then you woke in his arms, warm and content. He had been watching you, and as you woke from your slumber, he smiled at you and kissed your head. 

All of that day and you had remained in Thorin’s presence, sharing meals, conversations, kisses. 

“Would you join me again tonight on the balcony? It is forecast that we should have a clear night sky.”

“Of course,” you had replied. Only now, sadness began to seep from your words, unable to hide any further. The realisation that all of this would be over at sundown was growing heavy in your heart and gut. The spell would only last for one twenty four hour period, and could only ever be used on one person once in their life. After sundown, and Thorin would return to his former self, purely a friend to you and your King, nothing more than that. 

It was almost sundown, and you excused yourself from Thorin’s chambers, telling him that you wished to quickly write a letter to a friend. He just smiled at you, his eyes so full of adoration, as you disappeared out of the door. 

As you walked the corridors back to your bed chamber, you felt tears fall down your cheeks. The pain was so heavy and hot in your chest. Just to have Thorin adore you for twenty four hours had been perfect beyond any kind of comprehension. However, the fall back to reality was going to be excruciating. In time, another woman would have Thorin fall for them, and this time it would be of his own choice.  

You lit your candles and sat down on the edge of your bed, staring at the vase of roses that Thorin had had brought to your chamber. They could now be disposed of as they would just serve as a reminder of your pathetic need to have Thorin love you. 

All sense of time slipped away from you as you fell asleep on your bed, still fully dressed. Once you had lay out on your bed, you had not moved. Tears had flowed, pulling you into your subconscious world where you could be happy temporarily. 

Dreams came and went, flickering pictures of far off lands that you had explored with the Company, months earlier, where you had fallen for their leader. Flashes of sunlight bouncing off swords and the calls of armies became a jumble in your mind. 

Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting. The candles had gone out hours ago. There was a dull thump behind your eyes and you winced, blinking hard. 

For a second, you felt as if you were still in a dream somewhere. You could feel something resting on your waist, curled around. Blinking again, you looked down and could make out a hand. On the middle finger was a ring. 

You gasped and shifted away suddenly, almost dropping out of bed. “What?” you choked. 

Thorin was lying on your bed, and was now rousing. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at the sight of you. “Come back to bed, my love,” he said sleepily. “It’s still early.” 

“But…how?”

He just smiled again and sat up. “You think a spell could make me love you?” 

“How did you know about it?” 

“I’ve known about it quite some time now,” he replied. “I will not name any names, but I was made aware that you acquired the spell from someone in Lake-town, did you not?”

Shame hit you hard and you lowered your head, feeling the tears fall once again. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “And now you are playing along to mock me; the spell wore off at night fall yesterday.” 

Thorin got up from the bed and followed the edge of it towards you. “Why would you think I’d ever mock you?” He stood before you, his head to once side in question and disbelief that you could ever think such a thing. 

“I was stupid to ever think you could love me,” you hissed. 

Anger flared in Thorin’s eyes and on impulse he grabbed your hip and threw you both into a kiss. It was hot, demanding, needing. So much unlike the day earlier. All you could do in your weakness was cling to him, your backside resting against your dresser. He was pressing into you harder now, his tongue desperate in your mouth. 

Thorin drew back from you, his blue eyes ablaze. They were no longer soft like the day before, but they were on fire. That had always been the true Thorin, and as you had known him for the last six months: passionate, on fire. He pressed his forehead to you and then kissed it. 

You closed your eyes as you felt his hand become buried in your hair. His other hand was still on your hip. There was a desperation in his actions. The day earlier and he had wanted to be in your company, to look upon you. Now, he needed to touch you. 

The two of you kissed again, hard and needing. You could feel your inhibitions let go, and your hands became tangled up in his hair, your breath lost, your heart pounding. 

He whispered your name, needing you. 

Within minutes and the two of you were back on your bed, disrobed and exploring each other. Thorin’s lips caressed every inch of you, and when he was kissing down the inside of your thigh, he looked up at you. “Why did you ever think you needed a spell to capture my heart? It was always yours.” 

The two of you joined, exhaling in relief at the pent up frustration. Thorin was over you, his one hand gripping yours. To feel him connected with you, feel him inside you, giving himself over to you by choice, that was the true magic. 

Your bodies were synchronised, moving together in rhythm so well. 

Each and every time Thorin’s gaze connected with yours, and you could see the love for you there. It burned. The spell you had cast had diluted his true love, and his gaze the day earlier had been as if he weren’t quite in the room with you. Now he was present for every second. 

Every thrust was now making you build upward towards climax. The sensations feeling as if waves were cascading down your body, until the last one took hold. It came from the base of your stomach, and shattered outward. You shook, and as you rode out that one spectacular wave, Thorin kept his gaze locked on you. 

The sensation of you gripping Thorin’s girth in your plateau pushed him over the edge, and he spilled. He dug his head against your neck, groaning at the wondrous pleasure that washed over him. 

Both of you fell down beside each other, panting and sweating. Thorin reached for you, and you rolled over to him, and put your head on his chest. “Is that what true love feels like?” you gasped. 

“No spell could ever replicate that,” Thorin said softly. “When you first placed the spell on me, it was as if I couldn’t control my words, and no longer could I keep my feelings for you secret. But the expression of my love for you, it…I cannot describe it. It was as if it was dulled, and when dusk came, the spell having ended, my heart and my body burned for you again, like it always had. The spell stopped me feeling that love in a true sense.” 

“Why did you never tell me how you felt?” you asked, propping yourself up on your arm. 

“I was terrified of rejection. The spell at least took away my cowardice.” 

“You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known, and yet you couldn’t tell me you loved me?” you asked, not quite able to believe such a revelation. “You lead a kingdom, and armies, yet you couldn’t tell me three simple words.” 

Thorin sighed. “You did not tell me either.” 

“I had reason not to,” you scoffed. “You’re a king. Declaring your love to a king and expecting them to love you in return is just ridiculous.” 

You saw that anger flare in Thorin’s eyes again, and his jaw clenched. “I am a king in name and by my birth right. But I am no different to you in heart. There is only one that I bow to, and that is my wife and Queen. And those positions will only ever be filled by one person…you.” 

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Ahhhhhhhhhh

I can't wait for an update

Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; You lived a normal life, in a world much like our own. But then you were suddenly thrust into Middle-Earth, a land much different from her own, with almost no recollection of you life before now.

Time passes, and you come to understand the need to find Thorin and his Company - before they leave for Erebor.

The only explanation as to why you're here - and who you are - lies with the Son’s of Durin, and their journey home.

This is a re-write of a old series! If you'd like to read the original, you can find it Here.

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Warnings; Angst. Reluctant Allies to Lovers. The One Slow Burn to Rule Them All. Fighting and Canon-typical Violence. Injuries and Blood. Major Character death.

Reader is female-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human bodied. (We look down on Thorin, literally.) Can read as any ethnicity.

PLEASE REFER TO EACH INDIVIDUAL PART FOR RELEVANT / EXTENDED WARNINGS.

You can now read chapters on AO3, Here.

CHAPTER ONE - A Journey's Beginning

CHAPTER TWO - A Plan; Fit for a King

CHAPTER THREE - Here Answers Are Beheld

CHAPTER FOUR - When You Move, I'm Moved

CHAPTER FIVE - Mo Ghile Mear

CHAPTER SIX - A Warmth of Home

CHAPTER SEVEN - Visions, Relations

CHAPTER EIGHT - Blood or Water

CHAPTER NINE - Crossing Rivers, Crossing Lakes

CHAPTER TEN - (coming soon!)

Reader's MOODBOARD (Extended Edition)

PLAYLIST

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FANART (Old X X) (The Swords) (Hairstyles)

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(They are a lot of work, and changes to URL's are a lot to keep up with. In the past most of those who were tagged completely took advantage of this resource while giving nothing in return - because of this I've decided not to do one again.)

I thank you heartily for your understanding <3

A Herbal Soup || Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader

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Summary: the talent you possess in the kitchen gets complimented by Thorin during a stopover in Rivendell.

Warnings: none

Word count: 575

Author: Rouge

A/N: today’s prompt: Dinner Cooking

The journey to the Lonely Mountain was far from easy - you had to face trolls, orcs, spiders, and other foul creatures you never knew existed.

During the quest, you questioned your motives and the fact you agreed to help Gandalf - you were only a human and could add only the skill of wielding a sword; you even hacked heads of a few orcs.

The company was fortunate to have made it to Rivendell where you all could have rested upright for the first time since several days ago. On the night when Gandalf sought Elrond's assistance, you joined the Dwarves at their small campfire while Elrond was translating the Moon-letters on Thrór's Map.

“Have you seen Thorin?” You asked Kíli after taking place by his side.

He nodded while biting into food he held in his hand. "Yes. In fact, he went with Elrond and Gandalf."

Nodding, you immersed yourself in one of Balin's tales. After feeling a little hungry, and since the food the Dwarves had acquired a taste for was not something you longed for, you got up and went to ask the Elves for a cauldron and some herbs. The Elves agreed to let you use their kitchen after hearing your request; it was a blessing and you felt honored. You chopped carrots, celery, and some parsley and its leaves, and added a few potatoes, herbs, and spices to a pot over the fire. You smiled at yourself as you inhaled the herbal smell of the soup you were making.

A sudden question asked in a deep tone echoed from the walls of the kitchen, "What are you doing, Y/N?"

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at Thorin as he entered the chamber. "I'm cooking soup. Would you like to try it?"

As Thorin got closer, he simply nodded.

A spoon was passed to him and you shifted aside so he could get closer to the pot.

He gathered some liquid on the spoon, then he blew at it a few times and slipped the spoon past his lips. Seconds later, he smiled, "It's really tasty, Y/N. I never thought soup without meat could taste so good. Perhaps I'd add something spicy to it."

"Can you peel a big onion and a few peppers for me?" You asked. "Is everything okay?"

Thorin nodded, doing what you've asked him to. “In some way, yes. Elrond read the Moon-letters, which said: ‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole’, so we are running out of time since Durin's Day is just around the corner,” Thorin said as he passed you the onion and started to chop the peppers.

Over the fire, you fried the onion until it turned golden, then added it to the soup, followed by the peppers. “I’m sure we’ll get to the right place on time, Thorin. Be of good cheer.”

Thorin only listened to you, his expression remained unchanged as he grabbed some peppercorns and threw them into the pot.

Thorin helped you clean the kitchen and threw away the peeling while remaining quiet.

As soon as the soup was ready, you let him try it.

Thorin looked at you after tasting the broth. "It's very tasty, and I take it as a huge compliment from a carnivore," he said. "Who would have thought humans are capable of cooking so well?"

Imagine being sent to Thranduil along with Thorin

Small explanation. Y/N actually knows Thranduil as a close friend. She was his confidant when he became king. He knows that she is not from this world and was sent here and posesses the ability to change the fate of all middle earth. (Time travel kinda stuff?) Anyways HAPPY READING

Thranduil: I will let you go, if you but return which is mine.

Y/N: Honestly not sure why I'm here? Can I leav-

Thranduil: *interrupts* Silence Pethryn.

Thorin: A favour for a favour

Thranduil: You have my word, one king to another.

Y/N: *cringes, knowing that's next.*

Thorin: I would not trust, Thranduil, great king, to honour his word, should the end of all days be upon us.

Y/N: *sighs and looks down* Shit.

Thorin: I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once. Starving, homeless, seeking your help. But you turned your back.

Thranduil and Y/N: *looks at eachother but remains silent*

Thorin: *continues* You turned away from the suffering of my people. The inferno that destroyed us. Imrid amrâd ursul! (Die a fiery death)

Y/N: *loudly* Enough Thorin.

Thranduil: Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know it's wrath and ruin. I have faced the great serpents of the north.

Y/N: *looks away from his scar*

Thranduil: I warned your grandfather what his greed would summon, but he would not take heed. You are no different.

*Gestures to the guards to take him away*

Stay here if you will and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink, in the eyes of an elf.

Thorin and gaurds exit

Y/N: Rather dramatic aren't we old friend? *smirks*

Thranduil: *refuses to look at you* Do not think I did not notice you turn away.

Y/N: *looks down* I cannot bear to look upon the pain I brought you. That day, that scar. It was meant for me.

Thranduil: Mellon nin, I would face the serpents once more if I were but to keep you safe.

Y/N: We went needlessly into battle. I was the one who should have-

Thranduil: Enough. You have spent a millennia repenting and punishing yourself for something I never blamed you for. I have nothing but fate to thank that it brings you back to my halls even if unwillingly. I have spent centuries waiting for your council again.

Y/N: *sighs and kneels* I have missed you Aran nin.

Thranduil: The Narrator does not kneel to a mere King in passing time, stand. I will not tell you again, lest my people think I have gone soft or mad.

Y/N: *grins* By the way you do know that they will escape.

Thranduil: And I guess I am not able to stop them?

Y/N: Nope.

Thranduil: Will you be joining them?

Y/N: *skips up to his throne and sits* All in due time my friend. Patience is a virtue.~

Thranduil: *picks her up with one hand by the scruff and sets her off his throne* Stop that. It is unbecoming. Go eat, tis the Feast of Starlight.

Y/N: Already on it! See ya later loser.

Y/N exits

Thranduil: *mutters from his throne* How they are able to switch between a child and an adult that is burdened with the fate of time, never ceases to confuse me.

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Aran nin= My king

Pethryn= Narrator

Almost 2k?! Thats a long boi for me.

Imagine getting ready to leave Beorns's home and travel to Mirkwood.

Thorin: "Gandalf, time is wasting."

Beorn: "There is more. Not long past, word spread.. the dead had been seen walking near the High Fells of Rhudaur."

Y/N frowns and meets Beorn's concerned eyes.

Y/N: "The dead you say?"

Beorn: "Is it true? Are there tombs in those mountains?"

Y/N and Gandalf look at each other and think back.

*A memory*

Galadriel: "When Angmar fell... the Men of the North took his body, and all that he had possessed and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur.

Deep within the rock, they buried him.

In a tomb so dark.. it would never come to light."

Gandalf: "Yes. Yes there are tombs up there."

Beorn: "I remember a time when a great evil ruled these lands. One powerful enough... to raise the dead.

Y/N side eyes Gandalf.

Beorn: "If that enemy has returned to Middle Earth... I would have you tell me."

Gandalf: "Saruman the White, says it's not possible."

Y/N: *spits out* "Blast that old man."

Gandalf: *pats Y/N's shoulder reassuring her.* "The enemy was destroyed and will never return."

Beorn: "And what does Gandalf the Grey say?"

*Gandalf shakes his head, unsure.*

Y/N: *Steps forward.* "We must go."

Beorn: "Yes. Go now, while you have the light."

*A howl rings out through the trees*

Beorn: "Your hunters are not far behind."

Y/N: "Thank you Beorn."

Beorn: "No you can't keep one of my puppies."

Y/N: "Fine."

Imagine breaking the dwarves out of the dungeons of The Woodland Realm.

Ori: "We're never gonna reach the mountain are we?" *He laments*

Bilbo: "Not stuck in here, you're not." *Jingles the keys*

Y/N appears, eating a cake?

Y/N: "Didya know they were having a feast? Bloody good food they have. And the wine! You guys want any? I think I can go-"

Balin: "Bilbo!"

*All erupt into excited chatter*

Y/N: "Wha- What am I? Chopped liver?"

*Munches angrily*

Kili: "It's okay Y/N I'll share with you!"

Fili: "Yeah, come on give us some!"

*Y/N grins and breaks the cake into three pieces.*

Bilbo: "Shh! There are guards nearby!"

*One by one they escape down to the cellar.*

Bofur: "You're suppose to be leading us OUT! Not further in!"

Bilbo: "I know what I'm doing."

Bofur: "Shh!"

Bilbo: "Into the barrels! Quickly now."

Dwalin: "Are you mad? They'll find us."

Bilbo: "No no, they won't I promise you. Please, please you must trust me"

Thorin: "Do as he says."

*They clamber in and Y/N stays out.*

Y/N: "Go Bilbo. into the barrel with Thorin quickly."

Thorin: "Y/N, what are you-"

Y/N: "I will see you at the gate."

Balin: "What gate?"

Y/N: "Hold your breath everyone."

*Y/N pulls the lever and they are all dropped into the river.*

Y/N: "Well, that was fun! Now, let's play some hide and seek shall we?"

*Y/N slips past the guards and out of the palace and up into the light. They spot the dwarves in the river and begins her run towards them*

Legolas: "Shut the gate" (in Sindarin)

Y/N: "No no! Don't do that!"

The guards look at her strangely before beginning to shut the gate.

*Y/N groans and mumbles*

Y/N: "This is gonna hurt like a bitch isn't it. Where's Tauriel when you need her. Stupid world doesn't even have her in it. Stupid movie made me think she was an actual character"

*She huffs while running towards the gate*

Y/N "ORCS! WATCH OUT!"

*A guard is stuck by an arrow.*

Y/N: "Fucks sake."

*The Orcs rampage through the top of the closed gates, persuing fights with the Elven guards.*

Bofur: "Orcs! Watch out!"

Bolg: "Slay them all" (Dark Speech)

*Y/N fires an arrow at him, striking him in the arm*

Y/N: "Take a shower, you STINK."

*Y/N runs towards the fighting dwarves.*

*Kili spots the lever to open the gate.*

Y/N: "NO, STAY PUT. DON'T MOVE KILI."

*Y/N dashes towards him while he gets up to pull the lever.*

Y/N: "NO."

*Bolg pulls out Y/N's arrow from his arm and draws his own, notching it in his bow. He aims it at Kili.*

Y/N: "KILI."

*Y/N lunges towards Kili, pushing him out of the way, the arrow strikes her through the leg. With a gasp she doubles over, clutches onto the lever and pulls it down.*

Y/N: "Ah, fuck."

A/N

For continuance sake, don't read ahead if you want to follow the normal story line. However if you wish to read this as a separate imagine read ahead!

*She gasps and struggles to stand. She bites down on her lip and forces the arrow out, snapping off the feathered end and pulling it out. Kili drags her over the edge of the gate and Y/N slips into a barrel with him below*

Kili: "Y/N! Y/N I'm so sorry I should have listened I-"

Y/N cries out in pain as they tumble down the stream, each knock jolting her wound.

Y/N: "Apologies later. Escape now."

*The company battles the Swarm of Orcs from the stream whilst drifting down the stream, aided by Legolas and his army.*

Thorin: "Anything behind us?"

Nori: "Not that I can see!"

Bofur: "I think we've out run the Orcs."

Thorin: "Not for long. We've lost the current."

Dwalin: "Bombur's half drowned."

Thorin: "Make for the shore! Come on let's go!."

Øin: "Glóin, help me brother."

Kili: "Y/N is hurt. Her leg needs binding."

Y/N Groans quietly before answering.

Y/N: "I'm fine. Not able to die, Just hurts. Better me than Kili. Orc pack on our tail, Need to..

*Y/N grits her teeth*

Need to keep moving."

Thorin: "To where? There's a lake between us and that mountain you need that rest."

Y/N: "A barge, a man will have a boat. Help me up, I'll show you the way. Let's go."

*Kili and Fili lift her up and they hobble away.*

Y/N: "I should do this more often if it means two pretty men will carry me."

Thorin: "I think not. Next time, I will carry you over my shoulder and you will have no say."

*Y/N blinks owlishly.*