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And I'm not referring to Gandalf's death (this is actually quite discussed), that's "oh no, they've killed grandpa".

I'm talking about the members of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield they've found dead. The hobbits grew up listening to the tales of their adventure and their extraordinary deeds.

And I'm not referring to Gandalf's death (this is actually quite discussed), that's "oh no, they've killed grandpa".

I'm talking about the members of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield they've found dead. The hobbits grew up listening to the tales of their adventure and their extraordinary deeds.

🎵 If we survived the great war 🎵

The Hobbit : Prompt

Kili x Reader

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: just that this gif literally KILLS me 

Request: “Hii can i request a kili x reader prompt with 129. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four”? Both crushing on each other and teasing each other and it ends with kili asking her out? Ignore this if you don’t like it, have a wonderful day 🌸🌸” Anon

A/N: Kili is always finding reasons to be around you - perhaps one day he’ll do something about it 

The cavern was stifling as innumerable fires roared. The rock of the walls was stained black with soot as coal and ash escaped the chimneys. Tunnels were dug upwards to the surface to relieve the smoke, but it was somehow still hazy within.

She was stoking her own furnace, prodding the coals turning white hot with the heat. Her hands were smeared with grease and coal dust, cracked from the dry smoke of the air. Her face was similarly stained, freckled with the salt of the earth.

Her hair was tied back in a thick braid, but it still frizzled with humidity and static. She had to blow a few wavy strands from her line of vision. She extracted a pair of iron pincers from her leather apron, moving into the fire to grab a cannister of molten lead.

(Kíli Durin x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

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Requested by: Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom: The Hobbit Trilogy 

Request: ‘ Anonymous asked:Hello! I really love your blog and am excited that you made one dedicated to middle-earth :D I was wondering if I may make a request for Kili x fem!reader during their quest. I’m a sucker for the “accidentally braids their hair without knowing what it means” trope but you can do whatever you’d like :D I hope you have a great day!’

I adored this idea, and it took me so long to right, haha. I am such a fan of this trope, I could not help it. I am obsessed. I need more of this trope so I went on a tangent.

Warnings: Angst, accidental braiding, rejection, and romance. Not in that order, I warn you.

Words: 6.1K (The longest I have written)

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine. I also made up all this courting stuff and traditions, I researched courting braids as well as I could and I read somewhere the Dwarrow tries to impress the Dam… you will see.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin ​ .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

I tagged ‘Bilbo x reader’ and ‘Bilbo Baggins x reader’ because of their friendship, so if you want platonic friendships with the two ta-da.

Thank you.

:)

„…And Aragorn gave it a new name and called it Andúril, Flame of the West!“

anonymous asked:

I see you have requests open! I’d love to see something with Dwalin awkwardly courting a sweet little hobbit healer reader who also takes no shit…. is that too specific? I just need more Dwalin content! ~cassiabaggins Ok so, I swear to god are requests supposed to be this long when you write them ^^;;;? I guess when I did the other request I got for Dwalin before and I said “any excuse to write for Dwalin” I really meant it. I’ll tag you just to make sure you see it! @cassiabaggins SO HERE YOU GO: Heal My Heart Dwalin x Female!Hobbit!Reader Words: 3676

“Tea’s at 4.” Bilbo had said. “Don’t bother knocking.”

Warning: This is a bit of a weird horror type piece? Character death, yandere themed story (not exactly though, kind of inspired by Yandere)

Female reader- (not really implied until the end tho)

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“Stop trying to try and save me from nothing I need to be saved from!” Your voice was like an alarm bell, ringing viciously in Thranduil’s ear as you pulled him from the daydream that he could keep you in his life forever, your tone thick with venom. 

‘Immortality,’

‘Necromancy’

‘Human Mortality’ 

The titles of the books made your stomach flip, not necessarily in a good way. 

“How can you expect me to stand by and watch you die and have to live on without you?!” Thranduil argued back, tears filling his eyes as he stood from his desk. You couldn’t meet his eye as your eyes stayed focused on the page he was looking upon, how to make you immortal. Like him.

“I can’t lose anyone else again,” Thranduil nearly whimpered as you refused to let his hand cup your face. 

“I’d do anything to keep our love alive,” Thranduil continued, his hand dropping to his side again only to clench at his robes to fight the instinct to hug you and comfort you. 

“Even if it means forcing me to live a life I would not want?” You questioned back, snapping your eyes to his finally, your own eyes glassy with unshed tears. 

“This was supposed to be a good thing—”

“For you!” You yelled back, a tear slipping down your face. “You want to hold me in your selfish clutches, too afraid to lose me and all the while you try to force me to lose everything but you?!”  You screamed, your head spinning as you shook your head, the salty taste of teardrops fresh on your lips. 

“You’re so selfish,” You gasped out, gripping the desk as you fought to keep your composure. 

“-I guess I just didn’t want it to be true…” You began again, mumbling as you let out a humorless laugh. 

“What?” Thranduil finally spoke, his voice no longer laced with grief but filled with an unsettling calm.

“The reason that no one dared to love you,” You answered with no hesitation as the rumors filled your ears once more, the whispers of his obsessive love, how his first wife left barely with her life, how they worried for your safety. 

“I didn’t want to believe how crazy everyone said you were.”

-

There was once a story of an Ice King sitting upon his throne, waiting for the perfect woman to become his queen. For years he had sat alone, plotting, obsessing, and developing a plan to keep them by his side for all eternity. But besides that, a hole of loneliness began to grow.

All he wanted was someone to love.

Yet love turns to madness, madness to obsession, an obsession to an ending that would belong in no fairytale. 

So as the screams of yet another ‘queen to be’ filled the air, the servants could only send prayers for her soul as they waited for a new arrival. 

Thranduil blew a silvery strand of hair from his face, blood drops speckling his cheeks as he shook his head at his former bride to be. You were so perfect, yet you had to betray him. 

And so the Ice King began his search again, his heart clenching at the thought of being alone once more as the Mirkwood became dark yet again around him, your absence of love finally taking ahold of him.

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alt. title: I'm the Poor Little Meow Meow

a/n: I'm practicing angst, and I was thinking about visiting Thorin on the anniversary of his death, which obviously is NOT canon lol neither Thorin nor the princes die idk what you're talking about. anyway, angst is not something I write often, so hopefully, this is pretty ok ! also ik the banner is of Balin's tomb

wc: ~500

paring: thorin x gn!reader

warnings: character death, grief/mourning(? ig)

You return to Erebor once every year. Just when the seasons become chilled, the verdant green leaves become alight with fire, turning reds, oranges, and yellows. When winter comes to nip at the heels of autumn. More than the changing of the seasons, it’s the anniversary of Thorin, son of Thrain, King Under the Mountain’s death. Felled along with his sister-sons, by Azog, The Pale Orc. Thorin. Your One, your heart.