✧ i am no man ✧

|Peachy's Oneshot Event: Day 2

Day 1 Prompt: Yandere AU with Tomura Day 2 prompt: Fake courting Fili, he's in love with you, but you are oblivious Day 3 Prompt: Time period change with All Might (A/N: Day 2 folks! This request was from Rynner on Ao3 we love them for it. Tysm lovely and enjoy! Follow along for day 3! ) Oneshot Event List WARNINGS: fake courting, mentions of arranged marriage type dubcon, Fili is bad at feelings, Thorin is kind of an ass, implied smut at the end, etc. What's Playing: "Runaway" ~AURORA

You wore his braid in your hair, spent days and nights by his side. Yet, you didn't love him.

And that's what killed him the most.

You'd known Fili for most of his life. The Dwarves had come to the Blue Mountains years ago, settling high atop the Human village you grew up in. For the most part, the two races wouldn't interact, staying away for the own prejudices. Dwarves thought Humans an inferior people, untrustworthy, fickle down to the core. Whereas Humans feared Dwarves as mighty savages, biding their times to conquer and enslave them.

The toxicity that had brewed never stopped you and Fili from becoming friends. On occasion his uncle, the exiled King would come down from the mountains with his nephews for the rare trading that would go on between the differing peoples.

Kili had run off, again. And as his brother's keeper Fili had chased him through the village, finding him playing with a little Human girl.

"Get away from my brother." He'd said rather defiantly.

"We're just playing, no need to get your braids in a twist." You'd spat back, upset that he wanted to ruin your fun.

"We have to get back to my Uncle before he leaves us here." Fili tugged on Kili's tunic much to the boy's whines and protests.

"No! I don't want to go! I want to play more!"

"C'mon Kili, Uncle will be upset."

"At least let him play for a little bit, surely you have a little time. Besides, I promised to play hide and seek with him."

Fili glanced back at the direction he'd come, silently hoping that Thorin wouldn't be too upset. Perhaps they could afford a little fun, they'd been good after all.

"Alright, one game."

Kili insisted on being "it", leaving you to pull Fili along.

"Come on then, I have the perfect hiding spot."

The young Dwarf let you drag him to a hidden spot behind some crates and boxes in a back alley. You nestled closer, shoulders brushing as you breathlessly waited for Kili to come looking for you. Such proximity made Fili blush, and he found himself glancing more at you then watching for the opportunity to run from his brother should he show up.

You weren't at all like his Uncle had described Humans. You were strong, spirited, alive. More alive than his own kin seemed to be lately, the loss of their homeland casting a depressive shadow that never seemed to leave his house. For once Fili felt like he could abandon the title of princeling in exile and just be himself, a kid. There was something about your captivating nature that made him feel freer than he had in months.

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly.

You turned, telling him in a hushed whisper. "And you?"

"Fili, Durinson. Heir to the throne of Durin."

"A prince then? Fancy pants. I bet you never get to have fun."

How right you were, his life was a series of lessons on history, the art of swordsmanship, how to rule, politics, even at his age it was exhausting. Kili never had to do that, he was allowed to slack off and play around. The pressure wasn't on him like it was Fili. He was to be king after his Uncle died, continue the line where Thorin didn't. It was expected that Kili would never have to be King, Fili's descendants continuing the mighty line.

For a child, the responsibility was exhausting. A heavy weight that threatened to crush him.

But just maybe, you could alleviate that for just a little bit.

"I've having fun now." He admits, earning him a smile on your end.

What was supposed to be hiding turned into a rare moment of companionship, hushed whispers and secrets shared. Promises to be friends. Good friends.

"What in Durin's name are you doing, Fili?" The deep made you both jump as rough fingers grabbed you both by the ears, pinching as they dragged you out from behind the boxes, Thorin's outraged expression striking fear into you both.

"Uncle I can explain-"

"You leave Kili all alone in the market to be kidnapped or who knows what, and you leave him to mingle with Humans? Haven't I taught you better?"

"But Uncle-"

"Save it, come along and big farewell to the girl."

Fili casts you an apologetic glance. "Farewell miss, it was pleasant meeting you."

"Till next time." You wiggle out of Thorin's grip and slip away and out of sight.

"Come along boy, we'll have a talk about how to stick with your own people."

But it was too late, you'd made an impression on his heart.

That had been years ago, the memory still fresh in your minds. Pleasant, before life had become complicated and twisted. You were both carefree then, and escape from Fili's duties as prince in exile.

Eventually Thorin had come around to the idea of your friendship, Dis practically demanding that he cut her precious boy some slack. From then on you two were inseparable, leading to your invitation to come to the mountain after it's reclaiming, one of the few Humans to make the journey. Despite Fili's battered and injured condition, it was like no time had passed at all. You picked up right where you'd left off, the best of friends.

Until your childish dreams ended.

"My Uncle wants me to marry." It was sudden, a splash of reality to remind them that everything leading up to this moment was a dream. The harsh truth lay bare: Thorin was getting older, he might never marry at this point. It was up to Fili to continue the line.

The argument to defy his Uncle's wishes was long since exhausted, so instead you asked: "To who?"

"Probably some lady from the Iron Hills, alliances and all that. Someone he and mother will choose for me." Someone I do not love. Was unsaid, but nonetheless in the air.

"What can you do?"

"Do? Nothing, it's my fate. I'm bound to it as the heir apparent."

"It's grossly unfair." You mutter.

"I have no lady I'm courting, shown no interest in doing so, there's is little else I can do but let someone choose for me."

"What if you were courting someone?"

"Who? I don't exactly have Dwarrows lining up to be my wife. And then it would be the same, someone I do not know sharing my bed."

"What if we said we were courting. Just for a while. Until the King has forgotten about you and Kili gets married to his Elf. The pressure will be off you and then you can actually look for a spouse that you love. Then we call it off."

Fili's heart raced at the idea, his braid in your hair, a courtship to the woman he'd been longing for all this time. The one who couldn't care less. "You'd do that, for me?"

"Of course, you're my closest companion. Besides, it gives an excuse to spend more time together."

The decision was easy in both your minds.

"Very well, sit, so I can braid your hair."

You obey, sitting before him as his hands nervously took a section of your hair, braiding it with expert fingers. The severity of this moment not phasing you but weighing heavily on him. For you, you were helping out a friend. But for him....this changed everything. And while it was temporary, Fili hoped that just maybe he could change your mind on that.

Maybe the both of you could get a real happily ever after.

Thorin pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Start over lad, you're telling me...you did what."

"I'm courting her, Uncle. I've loved her since I was a child and now that I can provide I wish to marry her."

"And why am I just hearing about this. Because up until now it was a secret between us, but I won't have you planning a marriage for me when another holds my heart."

Dis, at Thorin's side was moved at Fili's words, glad her son had found love like she had once. In that moment he reminded her of her long lost and dear husband, proclaiming his love to her. How they grow up so fast.

"And you've braided her hair then?" Thorin was used to his nephews making rash decisions but this was a new level.

"I have, it's done."

The significance of the act weighed significantly in the room. When a Dwarf braided his partner's hair it was a binding thing that wasn't taken lightly.

"Then we have no choice but to go forward with this match." Thorin said at last, standing and closing the distance between them to take Fili's shoulders in a fond grip. "You have my blessing lad. Make an honest woman out of her or I'll tan your hide."

Fili was surprised to say the least, his Uncle had always had a severe distrust of any race but Dwarves. Maybe the pretty little Human he'd been bickering with during their quest was changing his heart.

The days "courting" you were like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. Nothing had changed outwardly, but there was a bond there for Fili that hadn't once existed. It drew him in closer than it had before. Even though this was all he could get, Fili would hold it, treasure it. For a little while, he was courting the most lovely woman in Middle Earth.

Fili never pushed you, never made it uncomfortable. He was happy to bask in your presence, take whatever scraps of your attention he could get. That would be enough. All this was going to end. But it would be enough.

Until Thorin set the date of the wedding.

"We have to call this off." Fili had snuck away to confide in you the details.

"And then what? You're back in the same boat?"

"Aye, but I'll manage. This was never meant to trap you."

"I'm not going to let that happen, Fili. I'm your friend, and if that means I'll protect you until you find someone else, even if it means binding myself to you, then I'll do it."

"You can't, I can't let you."

"I'm going through with this, I'm not going to condemn you to a life of passionless lovemaking with a stranger just to father little brats for the sake of a line. We can live separate lives, keep up the same façade. No one need know."

"They'll expect. Check the bedding. If not they'll ruin your reputation."

The implication was heavy in the air, the silence that followed just heavy.

"Then just once we can, no big deal."

"Please, don't be ridiculous-" For once in his life Fili was flustered and red-cheeked, looking away.

"Just once, it'll be alright. Then we can go on pretending like nothing happened."

"I should talk you out of this."

"But you can't. So tell your Uncle we approve of that date."

Fili sighs. "Very well, I'll make the arrangements."

Your agreement did nothing to help the despair in Fili's heart. He'd dreamed of nothing more than marrying you one day, and yet, he wished it hadn't been like this. But alas, he was doomed to love you afar, possibly till the day he died.

The wedding was almost as grand as Thorin's coronation, the continuation of the line of Durin an unspoken hope among the people. The ribbing Fili received long after you'd retired from the festivities leaving him blushing and restless for the night to come.

"Tonight, you become a man, laddie." Dwalin's smirk and clap on the back did nothing to ease his nervousness.

"Go easy on the lass, no one likes a brute." Bofur chimed in, raising his mug to him.

"Enough of your torment." Thorin mercifully interjected. "Let the boy go to his wife."

Grateful for the excuse and returning Kili's encouraging smile, Fili fled from the room, the weight of what would happen crushing him under the weight of it.

You were in their new chambers, taking jewels from your hair at the vanity. You saw him approach, and for once, Fili knew you were nervous.

You stood, crossing the distance to him. "Let's get this over with then."

As you lay down on the bed but Fili makes no move to you, the confusion is evident as he takes his time peeling off the layers of his clothing.

"Something the matter?"

"I don't want to do this."

"What? You can't be serious, we talked about it. You can close your eyes, pretend I'm someone else if that helps."

"No, not like this. I want to, but not like this. Not like it's a chore."

"It's just something we have to do."

"Maybe to you, but not to me. I've dreamed about this moment since I was a young lad, and it was never like this. I might not be able to control much in my life, but I won't let my wedding night be like this."

You prop yourself up on your elbows. "Then how did you picture it?"

"We weren't in some elaborate hall, maybe a meadow or a home I'd built with my own two hands. Our ceremony small, just you, me, my kin. Pledging ourselves before Mahal and our ancestors. I wouldn't just consummate a marriage, I'd make love to you. Properly."

Your cheeks heat up and for the first time in a while, you find yourself flustered. "You pictured...me?"

"Who else?" Fili sighs. "Surely you've known how long I've loved you."

"Loved..." The word is loaded.

To make you understand his words, Fili stands over you, taking your face in his hands before slowly pressing a tender kiss to your lips. His beard scratched you slightly, but you didn't mind in the least. The gentleness he displayed making you melt into his touch, you let the kiss deepen.

As the passion began to build, for the first time Fili had hope that you might one day love him as he loved you. And with how precious you were to him, he'd wait a lifetime for that day.

[ IMAGINE ] : You're a waitress at The Tracing Pony. One night you are serving Thorin.

[ A/N ] : English is not my native language. Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story. The photos / gifs do not belong to me. I do not claim any copyright to them and do not own any. 📷

“I am subtle”

My subtle expressions:

WHY SON I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

Fíli might seem like a minor character at first, especially next to Kíli. But once you take a closer look at our little prince you’ll see that there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye.

Let’s take a look into my blissful childhood. When I was 8 years old, I read The Hobbit for the first time and I hope no one will judge me for not being able to grasp the deeper meaning or hidden messages from that story back then. I was a mere child!

For a children’s book, The Hobbit has a lot of characters and at that time, I didn’t even remember most of the company. I remembered Thorin, obviously. And Fíli and Kíli. And Fíli became my favorite character, for reasons that are very different from the reasons why I love him today.

So why did I love him so much, back then already? Because he and Kíli were the youngest of the company and while we didn’t really get much background information about them, it was pretty clear that they were always cheerful and in a bright mood. They’re two innocent boys who haven’t seen much of the world and seem excited to go on an adventure. That’s what I liked about them. We have this company of middle-aged grumpy dwarves, who are all constantly complaining and then we have Fíli and Kíli, who are so cheerful that as a kid, you just had to like them.

Another thing I remember I found quite funny was the fact that Fíli got stuck in a barrell full of apples and after being stuck in it for a long time, he said that he would never be able to eat apples again.

This is actually one of Fílis few solo-moments in the book and back then, I thought it was very funny. To be honest, I still think it’s hilarious and I would’ve LOVED to see this in the movie. [sigh]

Another thing we know about Fíli and Kíli in the book is that they’re Thorin’s nephews and that makes them princes, basically. And 8 year old girls just like princes. I don’t even need to explain this.

Even as a child, I was shocked about their deaths. I might have been young but the death of a favorite character is something that hurts,  no matter how old you are. But it did make me happy, in a way, that they died defending their uncle. I thought it was beautiful that they must’ve loved him so much that they were willing to die for him.

And those were my thought when I read The Hobbit  for the first time. And then I read The Lord of the Rings and I watched the movies and basically I learned a lot more about Middle-Earth and its races. And I think to really understand just how great of a character Fíli is, it’s important to understand his background and the nature of dwarves.

After reading The Hobbit a second time, I suddenly understood everything a lot better and I realized just how much I actually loved Fíli. Because even though at first glance it might seem like we don’t know much about Fíli and Kíli, we can still deduce a lot about their characters.

Fíli is young and he has never seen battle or much of the world. The only life he has ever known is the one in the Blue Mountains, where he and Kíli most likely grew up and spent their childhood and youth. They lost their father, probably at a very young age and I can only assume that Thorin tried to take his place as good as he could. I have no doubt that he loves them like they were his own children, but he was probably very strict about their upbringing and education. He saw not just his nephews, he saw the princes and heirs that they were. With Thorin as his uncle and lector, Fíli grew up burdened with the knowledge and responsibility that he would one day be king. He was also trained to be an excellent warrior, and he did all of this while caring and looking after his younger brother. Not exactly my definition of a blissful and careless childhood.

Fíli has felt the pressure of being second-in-line since early childhood. It’s not his birth right, it’s his duty. Kíli, on the other hand, had a lot less to worry about, being only third-in-line. I guess he also has the „bonus“ of being the youngest.

But when Thorin asks, Fíli agrees to come with him. He agrees to leave behind the only home he’s ever known to go on a dangerous journey to reclaim a homeland and a kingdom that he has never seen, only heard of. The kingdom he would one day rule. He knows that this quest could cost him his life, but he goes anyway, because he’s so loyal to Thorin and the last thing he wants to do is disappoint him.

These are all things I deduced after my second reading, and this is where I would like to bring in movie!Fíli. 

So often, people say that Fíli and Kíli have no character in the movies. Especially Fíli, which is probably because Kíli is being favored in the movies and gets more screen time and lines and a freaking love interest.

But Fíli does have some character depth. If you take his background into consideration and add what we know about him from the book, you already have a great deal of character background and developement.

Movie!Fíli is amazing and a great character. It starts with his little speech in Bag End. You can see the prince he is and how devoted he is to the quest and to Thorin.

Okay, he has this one obvious line that makes me crack up every single time, but other than that, he appears responsible and calm and determined to master the challenge. 

There’s a scene a little later, when Fíli and Kíli are supposed to be looking after the ponies, but get distracted. (Seriously though, what on earth could be anywhere near that interesting that they don’t notice a TROLL STEALING THEIR PONIES?!)

Bilbo suggests to tell Thorin about the incident, but Fíli says „No, let’s not worry him.“

It’s one sentence. One line, but it holds some great meaning. Fíli doesn’t want Thorin to know that he failed. He doesn’t want to disappoint Thorin and he especially doesn’t want to get his brother in trouble. Fíli doesn’t seem like a coward, I have no doubt that he would have stood up for his mistake, had it not been for the fact that his brother was involved as well. The whole thing doesn’t end well anyway, but that’s not the point. The point is that Fíli would rather handle a disaster like this on his own (Or let Bilbo handle it, for that matter), than let Thorin know that he failed. It says a lot about him and his respect and love for his uncle.

When Thorin is wounded at the end of the first movie, Fíli is one of the three to give up their safe hiding place and run to his uncle’s rescue. He’s an excellent fighter, I daresay the best, along with Thorin and maybe Dwalin. He’s skilled, he knows how to use weapons and he has a lot of them.

Fíli risks his life for Thorin in this scene, as he does more than once. He’s so brave and courageous. He throws himself at every enemy to protect those he loves. As he calls out Thorin’s name after the eagles take them, you can see the concern and worry on his face. His love for Thorin knows no boundaries. Except for one. His brother.

I could write you a 100 page essay about Fíli and Kíli and their amazing relationship. There’s nothing in the world that Fíli loves as much as he loves Kíli. His brother IS his world and he would die and kill for him. They’re never seperated, not once, except by force, when they’re being taken into Thranduil’s dungeons. Fíli is always at his brother’s side and looks out for him and whenever Kíli says something, Fíli looks at him in approval. He’s proud of his baby brother.

It’s heartbreaking, in the first movie, when they’re being seperated by the stone giants. Fíli desperately calls out for Kíli to take his hand. He literally can’t stand the thought of leaving his side.

His brother is always his top priority and the first thing on his mind.

 Of course, the most relevant scene is the one in Lake Town. I can’t stress enough how much this shows just how very fucking much Fíli loves his brother. He travelled across the entire country and almost died several times to reach the mountain. And when their destination, Erebor, is within arms reach, Fíli abandones Thorin. Thorin, his father figure, his mentor, his king.

He chooses Kíli over Thorin. Over Erebor, the company, the kingdom he would one day be king of. He gives up the entire quest just to stay with his brother.

And he doesn’t hesitate one second. When it becomes clear that Thorin will not let Kíli come, there’s no question is his mind that he will stay behind as well. It doesn’t even cross his mind to leave his brother. Not once. He belongs with his brother. It’s the only person, the only place he will ever belong to. Because for Fíli, home is wherever his brother is. And that’s where he belongs and where he will stay.

Because Fíli might be a prince, he’s a heir, he’s a warrior. But before any of that, he’s a brother.

Fíli would’ve been an amazing king. A better one than Thorin, I daresay. Something tells me that Fíli would not have succumbed to the gold sickness, his heart is too good, too pure. He doesn’t care about gold. I mean, when they enter the treasury in Erebor, Fíli and Kíli don’t even bother with the gold. They go straight for their instruments instead. They take more pleasure in music than in gold. I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

Fíli is kind, he has a good heart and he does everything to protect his loved ones. He’s willing to make good use of his countless weapons if his people are in danger.

And in the end, he sacrifices himself for Thorin. His uncle’s life is worth more to him than his own. He dies, defending a kingdom that has never been and would never be his. Tragic hero.

He’s burdened with the pressure of being Thorin’s heir, but he handled this pressure very well and doesn’t let that weigh down his good spirit.

He’s brave and sometimes a little reckless. But everything he does, he does out of loyalty and love, never out of greed or wrath or the desire for revenge.

He is strong, but gentle. He is brave, but responsible. He is young, but wise.

Requested by @increasinglywired , so sorry, you must hate me for how long it took. And also because it’s so jumpy. There’s no way I can be forgiven

AU, pre- and past BOTFA. I so wished it to be better, but ah. Any mistakes or typos are the direct result of my stupidity.

Also tagging @fromthedeskoftheraven , may be, you’ll be interested.

Imagine messing around with Fili’s knives, accidentally hurting yourself, and him giving you a bit of a scolding, - That’s how I remembered the request, sorry if it’s wrong.

+ Also your imagine:

 For Heroes Only

The silence was unexpected and unpleasant.

At the very least, you could have counted on a bad language. Something that could have brought it home with you that when you’re asked to watch the weapons of your fellow, you’re not supposed to juggle them like you’d been born with a knife in your fist.

You most certainly had not.

Based on this imagine from imaginexhobbit: Imagine Bilbo seeing you naked and being so fascinated by your beauty and breasts that he accidentally tells the Company all about what he saw || Setting: at camp, in the woods || Genre: humor, hint of romance || More Bilbo fics || Fanfiction masterlist

Pt. 2 is here: Double Whammy

“I am subtle”

My subtle expressions:

Thorin x Female Reader

Prompt: When Thorin stares death in the face, you both realize your feelings for each other may be a little stronger than friendship.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Some slight blood/gore, mentions of death, Thorin being a softie for once.

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Nothing could have prepared you for this journey. No amount of training would have sufficed. The whole company making it this far virtually intact was a miracle within itself. You had all survived attempt after attempt on your lives. It seemed that the odds of completing this journey were in your favor, having escaped each encounter with mere scrapes and bruises.

But this time you might not be so lucky.

The muscles in your arms and core ache, as you cling desperately to the branch of a fallen tree on the edge of a cliff, your legs dangling hundreds of feet above the ground. You can hear the grunts and bellows of your incapacitated comrades, confirming that they are in the same predicament as you. The snarls and howls of the Wargs add to the cacophony, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You realize that the only thing keeping the large predators and their riders from swooping in and slaughtering you all is the blazing fire surrounding the tree you all cling to. Azog the defiler sits astride a white Warg, pacing back and forth in front of the wall of flames separating them from you. You see Azog and his mutt pause in their pacing, the pale orc's scarred face hardening.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

"Thorin, no!" Balin exclaims quietly. You lift your head as a large boot plants onto the tree trunk next to you. The figure makes his way past, through the flames, towards the pale orc. The long dark hair, peppered with streaks of grey, the broad shoulders, the determined stride. It was unmistakably Thorin.

No.

A sudden wave of desperation crashes over you, making your stomach turn. You just want to reach out and grab him, yank him back. You want to scream, to beg, to yell at him to just turn around. Your breathing becomes ragged, and one quiet word manages to claw its way out of your throat, repeating over and over under your breath, like a prayer waiting to be answered.

"No. No. No. No." Thorin's steps do not falter, his sword glinting in the light of the blazing inferno that lines his path. It feels as though the world is moving in slow motion as Thorin charges the pale orc, armed with his sword and his shield. His Oaken Shield. How life has a funny way of coming full circle. Azog the defiler guides his pale furred Warg in a mighty leap from the boulder he had been perched upon.

The blow dealt to Thorin as the white Warg collides with him in mid-air snaps you back to reality with a rush of dread. The force of the beasts bodyweight stops Thorin in his tracks, sending him crashing to earth. Reality sets in as you hear the rest of the company fighting the pull of gravity, straining to hold on to the strand of life that is this fallen tree.

Azog wheels his pale beast around, charging at Thorin once more, and sending a bone rattling blow of his mace to the dwarf's chest, knocking him back to the ground. A pang hits you directly in your heart, and flows through your bloodstream, some desperate feeling you can't quite place seeping into your very bones. You don't understand the feeling well enough to give it a name. All you know is that it gives you enough strength to muscle yourself up with a strangled cry, huffing and gritting your teeth as you clamber up to the trunk of the tree. You can barely feel the heat that burns the palms of your hands, red and raw from clinging to the rough bark of the tree branch.

The Hobbit, Bilbo, seems to have the same rush of bravery that you do, and you see his small form scramble up to the trunk of the tree, pausing to take one deep breath to right his turbulent mind before charging into the fray, armed with his little elvish knife.

The wretched hound of hell clamps its jaws around Thorin. The sickening sound of Thorin's ribs cracking reaches your ears, making your head swim. You can feel yourself call out his name in agony, but it sounds like someone else's voice is coming from your mouth as you stumble a few steps along the fallen tree. You right yourself in time to see the mutt toss Thorin like a farm dog tosses a snake, his form crashing onto a patch of hard rock on the hillside.

"(Y/N)!" Balin shouts as you start hauling it to where Thorin lays, hot on Bilbo's heels. "No, Lass! It's too dangerous!" No response comes from your lips, your mouth set in a grimace as you have a clear view out to where one of the Defilers minions is preparing to behead Thorin. He lies pinned upon the rocky ground, his breathing ragged, teeth clenched in defiance as he grasps around desperately for his sword.

You quickly overtake Bilbo, and with a muffled grunt you stiffen your shoulders, tackling the Orc with the force of your body weight, bowling it over. You can hear Azog's roar of dissent as you stop the orcs deadly blow mid swing. A sharp pain explodes like a lightning strike in your right shoulder, making you cry out. As you and the orc tumble away from Thorin, the filthy monster rolls atop you with a snarl, pinning you down. You struggle futilely beneath it, flailing like a madman, grasping for something, anything to protect yourself, and finding nothing. The orc raises its armored fist, pulling back to deliver a skull crushing blow.

Suddenly, the orc shrieks, blood spewing from its mouth, spraying you in the face. It falls to the side, revealing a fiery eyed Bilbo, delivering continuous blows with his small, but mighty blade. You gasp for air, viciously wiping your face with the sleeve of your tunic and scrambling away.

You crawl to the barely conscious form of Thorin, not caring about the rocks and twigs scraping your skin through the thin fabric of your clothing. Ignoring the shooting pain in your shoulder, you pull yourself up to your knees, cradling his head in your lap. His half-lidded gaze holds yours for a moment, as if trying to see into your very soul. A thin sheen of sweat coats his face as he murmurs a single word, before slipping into the warm embrace of unconsciousness.

"(Y/N)..." Thorin breathes out softly. If you had not been watching his lips move you would have assumed you imagined it. His eyes flicker shut, his ragged gasps slowing to shallow breaths. Tears well up in your eyes as you brush some of his sweat drenched hair from his regal face.

"Just hold on. Please." You whimper helplessly, gazing down at him. You look up to see the heart wrenching sight of Bilbo all alone, standing his ground as the monsters descend upon you, his hands shaking as he holds his sword at the ready. The hobbit plants his feet, swinging his sword wildly around in an attempt to intimidate the foes before him. Sparks fly from the burning portion of forest that surrounds you, and you feel a deep sadness, wondering if this is truly the end of your adventure.

for unexpected-anonymity: Hey there, Averil :) first, I bloody love your blog and your writings and everything! My request, I had to think about this one for a while: a Thorin x reader where the reader does something idiotic or life-threatening maybe out of anger or grief, and Thorin saves the reader in his usually grumpy way and ends up being all comforting and fluffy? Ah, I know, lots of detail but I leave the rest up to you o.O Fluff, suspense, maybe even a first kiss or two? Thanks! ~Cheers

Words: 850 || Characters: Thorin, reader, Gandalf, Radagast || Genre: fluff, humor, romance

“I’ll draw them off.”

“These are Gundabad wargs. They will outrun you!” 

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

“YEAH! Me, too!”