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Queen Of The Sea

Queen of the Sea.

A/N a lot of ideas came to mind ngl, mainly one that had to do with Selkies, but this one stuck and stuck hard, but i hope you like it 💕💕

Dwarf tag: @clumsy-wonderland 💕

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"I know it looks odd," Y/N begins quickly. "But please don't freak out."

Y/N was enjoying a nice swim, albeit a cold swim, but nice regardless. They were so close to keeping their secret a secret for the whole journey! Even during the battle in the rain and riding in the barrels, it all came crashing down because of a late-night swim.

"A-aren't you cold?" Y/N snorts softly at the golden-haired dwarf's question.

"You're worried about that and not the scales on my face nor the gills on my neck?" Y/N asks bewilderedly, watching Fíli move to sit at the edge of the dock.

"Maybe a little?" He sighs, his eyes trailing the line of small scales leading down to their collar bone, the cold lake water hiding everything below. "I knew something was awry with you, sneaking off for hours at night? But Gandalf told me not to worry, I assume he was in on it."

Y/N nods with a small sigh, pushing themselves farther out of the water to grab onto the edge of the dock. Using all their strength, Y/N pulls themselves their top half onto the dock, revealing swirling patches of scales on their ribs and chest. "Ah yes," Y/N turns to meet Fíli's gaze. "He was in fact, thought my water manipulation could be useful against a firedrake."

"Water manipulation?" Fíli asks with pure curiosity.

"I can show you," Y/N says with a small grin, shifting their weight on the dock. "If you help me out of course."

Jumping to his feet, Fíli stands in front of Y/N to grab their hands, with a strong grip, Fíli pulls them onto the dry dock, turning to make sure none of their tail is hanging off.....their tail...he can't help but stare at Y/N's bottom half. Like the scales on their torso, their tail has large swirls of dark blue and green down to the large fin shuddering at the chilly winter air.

Flipping onto the back, Y/N lets out a shuddering sigh, their eyes glance up at the golden-haired dwarf behind them. "Ready?" They say with a grin, earning a nod from Fíli, Y/N props themselves on their elbows before holding out a hand.

Fíli watched in amazement as small droplets of lake water begin to roll off of Y/N's scales and collect in the air. "Wow," Fíli exclaims as he watches the scales quickly revert back to skin, starting from Y/N's head to their feet.

"It is amazing is it not?" Y/N giggles, springing up to their feet. "My magic keeps my clothes nice and dry too!" They say before dropping the ball of water into the lake.

"It is indeed," he agrees, his eyes scanning their form before going back up to their face, finding Y/N's eyes crinkling with amusement a something else that he can't quite pin. Adoration maybe? It was something gentle that made his heart flutter. Quickly glancing away from their gaze, Fíli swallows hard before Y/N had asked him something.

"Where are the others?" Y/N quietly asks as their gaze turns to the distant mountain.

"The mountain," Fíli quickly replies. "Most of them are anyways, I decided to stay behind to help Kíli—"

Y/N's face falls at Fíli's words. "I knew something was wrong," Y/N interrupts, their hands balling into fists. "Agh! I should have checked him the second we got into town! By the seas, I am an idiot." Y/N exclaims, turning on their heel to quickly run down the dock towards where the others are.

"Y/N wait!" Fíli yelps, chasing after them down the dock. Damn them being fast on land, Fíli growls as he jogs only a few paces behind, stretching his hand out to grasp theirs, pulling Y/N to a stop.

"Let go," they say cooly, attempting to yank their hand free. "I must help your brother, that arrow was most likely poisoned and I wasted time for a stupid swim!"

With his grip growing tighter, Fíli spins Y/N around to gently say, "he's fine...mostly..." Earning him a sharp look from Y/N, he takes in a sharp breath, smiling to himself as he breathes in their soft salty scent. "That elven maiden helped him," Fíli says, watching their shoulders sag in relief. "And with that, I noticed you'd left and I wanted to tell you the good news, but then I saw you ib the lake..."

"I'm sure that was quite the surprise," Y/N gently snorts, their hand shifting in his, heat creeps up his neck as he realizes that. Fíli sucks in a breath as Y/N squeezes his hand, the crinkle fron earlier returning to their eyes.

This time he can pinpoint what it is. Now it is only partly amusement, no doubt at the sight of his red face. But this time it was mostly something else, something just as warm as earlier, something like adoration.

Something like affection

Returning the squeeze with just as much feeling as Y/N did, he can see the heat rising to their cheeks. "I-I suppose we should get back then," Y/N squeaks.

"Aye we should," Fíli says with a smile, their hands not dropping from each other's as they walk.

Hello lovely! Hope you enjoy it <3

Most of the journey from the Shire over to Erebor brought the company through the woods

And where there are woods, there are herbs, nuts, berries, and other forageable items

Like Mushrooms

Now, hobbits thrive off of said forageable items

Probably even more than any other race on Middle Earth

So it would make sense that they have all sorts of immunities to natural poisons

During the journey, Bombur would ask Bilbo to go see if there was anything they could forage that would spice up the food- make it seem less like the same thing every day.

Bilbo figured this was because they didn’t really see him fit to do any of the other camp-setting duties, and made sure he found only the best of what could be found

Bombur actually just didn’t trust any of the others to gather for him. Between receiving things that weren’t ripe, practically rotten, and Fili+Kili being the little shits they were, Bombur opted to go for the little creature who surely took food just as seriously as he did

The environment he was foraging in was always different, Bilbo realized, and it took a lot of deep thought to remember what his books said about each area.

But one day, when he found mushrooms, he knew exactly what to look for

His harvest was plentiful on all accounts, and he was beyond ecstatic. He’d found some of the tastiest mushrooms known to hobbits, and couldn’t wait to see Bombur’s excitement

However, when he got back to camp, he got a- louder reaction than he’d anticipated

Dwarves had blocked him from the stew pot, foreign words spilled into his ears, and Gandalf’s bag (which he so courteously let Bilbo borrow) was tossed to the side

It was over as quick as it was started, and Bilbo was left to pick up the bag, pout present and good mood swept away. Maybe one of them had an allergy?

It wasn’t unheard of, being allergic to something as common as food

So he shrugged off his sour mood, and decided he wouldn’t let them go to waste

He was halfway through the bag when he realized the camp had gone quiet, and saw that all of the Dwarves had grown solemn. Fili, Kili, and Ori looked on the brink of tears, and Thorin’s face was ghost-white

Bofur came to his side, and sat with him, leaning against him with little sniffles.

Gandalf refused to look at any of them, coughing from the smoke of his pipe

After lots of coxing, and no little amount of Baggins sass, the dwarves explained that what he’d eaten was one of the most poisonous mushrooms on Middle Earth. Just one half of its cap was enough to kill you. Ori even provided him a book full of poisonous plants to avoid, and there it was: his beloved mushroom.

Now, the dwarves expected him to pale, to faint as he had at Bag End; to cry, even.

They didn’t expect him to start laughing

“Mushrooms? Poisonous? Do you even know what Poisonous means? Are you speaking Westron?” Bilbo had cackled

It took a long, tedious explanation from Gandalf to make the Dwarves realize that to Hobbits, no plant was deadly. The very notion was unheard of!

In fact, the more poisonous it was to other races, the more delicious it tasted to them.

From then on, Bombur had to double-check Bilbo’s harvest as the hobbit learned from Ori which ones the Dwarves had to avoid

(this is some sort of fandom reference, but it was too perfect)