A/N: There isn't many period-related fics, so here is this one I wrote. It's kinda short. Thank you @guardianofrivendell for helping me out with this one!
Tw: mentions of alcohol & pregnancy, period, reader is adult
You were on your period, and the cramps were just the top thing about it. Being a princess, you had your duties. The stress you had, came as painful cramps, when you got your period. Along with the period-related bloating.
You huffed, as you noticed your stomach under your dress. It was end of summer, and luckily, the temperature was warm enough for you to wear your favourite summer flowy dress. It was also the time when Kili would come back from Iron Hills, where he had to be for some meetings, any day. You missed your husband very much, even if you were writing each other letters.
It's been three, almost four months since he has left, and you couldn't wait to finally meet him again.
It's been around midday, when you got out of the palace to get some fresh air. It had a bit of frosty tones in it, tickling your nose, and you knew autumn was slowly, but surely, approaching.
"Y/N!" You overheard your name. You turned around, and smiled.
"Kili!" Your husband slid off of his pony, and hugged you.
"I missed you," he muttered, but then froze a little.
"Kili-"
"How long are you here? I mean, outside," Kili looked at you with worry in his puppy eyes.
"It's been just a few minutes," you answered to the dwarf. Kili took off his coat, and put it around your shoulders.
"Here. I don't want you to get cold, okay?" He said, and shortly greeted with Thorin and Fili, then also with Dis.
"Would you go on a walk with me, dear?" Dis asked you, and you agreeded.
When you came back, you went to read for a while. When it was time for dinner, you sat down next to Kili, and took his hand in yours. He gave you a smile that made you dizzy.
As you were eating your dinner, you wanted to grab some wine, as you sometimes did on special occasions - and this certainly was an occasion - but Kili frowned at you.
"You shouldn't drink that at all," he gave you a stern look, and you sighed. He looked, as if he would tear the glass out of your hand if he had to, so you decided to drink some tea instead.
You had no idea what was going on with him.
And it annoyed you. A lot.
When you came to your chambers, you went to take a bath, because Kili had to finish reading some papers. You came in your bedroom with his clean tunic on, which became your comfort and habit over the months, and panties.
Kili looked up, and paled in face.
"Why didn't you tell me where were you going?! I could've help you, if anything happened!" You frowned a little.
"Kili, thank you for your concern, but I'm sure I can take a bath by myself and I'm adult enough to drink a bit of wine occasionally."
"Y/N, I'm your husband, and it's my concern and responsibility to look after you, but you're not being careful, especially now, while you are pregnant!" Kili almost yelled out, and your eyes widened.
"Why the fuck do you think I'm pregnant?"
"When I hugged you, I felt your stomach, and now I can see it," he huffed in confusion and annoyance.
"Kili...I'm on my period. It's just water and bit more air than usual." You said.
He still looked sceptical.
You sighed, took his hand, and dragged him to healer.
"What can I do for you, lady Y/N, prince Kili...?" You huffed in annoyance over your husband's stubborness. Your mood on your period wasn't filled with patience. At all.
"Would you please check on me, if I'm pregnant, Daria?"
The healer and midwife in one, and your friend, send Kili outside, to check on you more in private.
Kili's stubborn pout and folded arms on his chest caught his brother's attention, passing by to his own chambers.
"What's up, Ki? I thought you would be with-"
"You can come in, Prince Kili." Kili entered the room, and closed the door.
"Prince Kili, your wife has regular period-related bloat. Lady Y/N isn't expecting," she said.
"There you go," you have Kili a smirk. You both thanked the healer, and left.
When you came in your chambers, Kili rolled his eyes.
"Alright, okay then, you are right. But still, just in case, if you ever-"
"If I ever get pregnant, I will tell you as soon as possible, so you can protect me from two glasses a wine I drink in a year," You muttered, and went to bed.
When Kili cuddled you, and pulled the blanket over your shoulders, you sighed at the warmth, radiating from his body. You nuzzled your nose in between his neck and shoulder, and sighed. You missed him.
"Good night, love," Kili whispered.
"Good night, dummy," You muttered. A chuckle left Kili's lips, as he kissed the top of your head.
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Type: Imagine
Pairing: Kili x reader
Summary: post BOTFA, everyone lives!AU, in which Y/N, a girl from Rohan seeking shelter in Erebor, befriends the Princes, and the mischievous Kili needs better ways of confessing his feelings.
Warnings: ‘fuck’, ‘shit’
Word Count: 2735
All italicised, non-English words are in Khuzdul, one of the main Dwarvish languages.
Y/N was no stranger to being alone, nor was she unused to being unusual. Being on the run from a dangerous league of hunter assassins that were sweeping through her hometown of Rohan, spending months trying to reach Erebor, the Mountain of Gold, then arriving only to be turned away, had taught her not to care too much about loneliness.
Sure, she’d been allowed in eventually, after she’d insisted to the stingy King Thorin Oakenshield that she had ‘absolutely no fucking interest in your goddamn gold’, but the reminder that she wasn’t wanted in Erebor still stung dully day after day, even as she attempted to bury the emotion beneath layers of stone.
Although, she was no longer completely shunned while in Erebor. The first few weeks had been difficult, especially as she was at least eight inches taller than everyone else, even as a relatively short human - Y/N was surrounded by Dwarves, and it was a transformative experience (she enjoyed being tall for a change).
But as time went on, the Dwarves became far more accepting - mostly because when Bard visited with his children, Sigrid and Tilda (who was the reason they were there, to say hello to the ‘lucky Dwarves from the toilet’, namely Dwalin, her favourite) and saw her, he spouted a whole speech on the helpfulness of humans in the Battle of the Five Armies, especially how a number of them had charged Azog’s numbers, saving the line of Durin. That made Thorin begrudgingly become kinder to her.
Y/N spent most of her days outside the cold fortress, reading old books on Dwarven culture and their previous interrelations with other relations on the ramparts or the grasses below the Mountain. It was on one of such days that she ran into someone who would change her life.
Well, Y/N didn’t run into him.
He really ran into her.
Y/N had been sitting on the ramparts, her legs swinging over the side and continually tucking her h/c hair behind her ears as the wind blew it into her face. A large book with a f/c leather cover that had stood out to her in the towering shelves of the Library was sitting in her lap, gold-leaf lettering across the front of it boldly proclaiming ‘A History of the Honourable Line of Durin’. She’d been told by Balin (a frequenter of the Library) that it was updated often with the latest triumphs of the youngest of the Line of Durin: Thorin, Fili and Kili, the Royals Under the Mountain.
Y/N wouldn’t lie, she was mostly reading it to make fun Thorin, but then again, history was interesting.
She looked up from a particularly hilarious passage about Thorin’s ‘incredible bravery and innumerable acts of service to the Throne of Erebor’ at the harsh cry of a raven. It circled around her, cawing enthusiastically with something less akin to malevolence and more to happiness in its black eyes, before flying off.
Y/N had been smiling but she frowned when she realised that the raven was not flying towards Erebor, as most did, but away from it.
Then it had to be flying away from something … Y/N connected the dots just as the door to the battlements whipped open and something slammed into her back just as she was turning around, knocking her off the ramparts.
She screamed loudly, looking at the ground beneath her and envisioning the fifty different ways she would splatter all over it.
A hand encased in a brown glove but for the fingers suddenly swung into her view, catching ahold of hers in a startlingly tight grip.
Y/N looked up, seeing a Dwarvish face that was at once familiar and entirely seperate from her small existence in Erebor, and she couldn’t put a name to him.
His brown hair reached just past his shoulders, and was not braided. Paired with his beardless, kinda attractive face (stubble did not count in Y/N’s eyes), Y/N reached the conclusion that he was still young, definitely under 100.
He was holding onto her with one of his hands and his other was held by a blonde Dwarf with much more facial hair than the former and a messy blonde mane like a lion who stood behind the battlements where she had been sitting prior to being knocked off by (presumably) one of the two.
Y/N was very impressed that the Dwarf was holding her up with one hand, as she was at least more than half a foot taller than him, but she had no energy to be focused on that emotion beyond the hot fear coursing through her veins.
“Oi! Pull!” the brown-haired Dwarf yelled, and the blonde did so, clenching his teeth and heaving, until all three of them were safe on the ramparts.
“I am so sorry for my brother’s clumsiness, Miss Y/N!” the bearded, seemingly older Dwarf apologised.
“Itkit! (Shut up!)” the younger brother hissed, giving the blonde a scathing glare. “But I do apologise, Lady Y/N.” He emphasised the title he gave her, though it was definitely not one she actually possessed.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N replied to the two enthusiastic Dwarves with confusion etched all over her face. Here they were, having knocked her off the side of a fucking Castle, calling her ‘Lady’ and apparently knowing her name when she could not match a name to either of their faces. “How do you know my name? Do I know you?”
“Oh, that’s right,” the brunette said thoughtfully, turning to his brother. “Uncle Thorin said she was new.”
“He also said she was a-”
“Oh Mahal, shut up! How many languages do I have to say that in?”
Uncle Thorin? Oh shit ....
“Anyway. Prince Fili-”
“-and Prince Kili-”
“At your service!” they both chimed, bowing low in unison and springing back up with wide grins that made them seem a lot younger than they probably were.
“Fuck...” Y/N muttered under her breath, curtseying as low as she could. “My Princes, I apologise-”
Her embarrassed apology was cut short with a squeak flying from her mouth as she was yet again jerked up by Kili, who brushed off her f/c dress that was dirty from falling off the ramparts.
“Lady Y/N, you needn’t apologise; it is technically my fault for knocking you off the walls of Erebor!”
“Then you needn’t call me Lady Y/N,” the girl retorted, almost instantly regretting the familiarity with a royal figure, but also proud when Kili gave a loud laugh and wide smile. “I’m just Y/N.”
“Alright then, Just Y/N,” Kili teased, wiggling his eyebrows and taking her hand, kissing it gently. “On behalf of the Prince of Erebor-”
“-Princes, you little shit,” Fili interrupted, casually spinning a knife on his fingers.
“... Princes of Erebor,” Kili rolled his eyes. “Welcome, new friend.”
---
“You two are unbelievable,” Y/N complained, though a wide smile was affixed on her face.
“We know,” Fili and Kili replied, both still covered in flour from when they’d begun to throw it like snowballs in the middle of baking with her.
“Well, at least we salvaged-” Y/N cut herself off as she took the cake out of the oven. “Mahal. What is that?”
The cake was less a cake, and more a complete mess. Half of it looked gooey and porous, and the other half burnt. Y/N just turned to the brothers, raising an eyebrow.
They eyed each other too, shuffling their feet.
Y/N sighed. “This is why we don’t have food fights in the kitchen, guys.”
Fili and Kili had the decency to look a little sheepish as Y/N turned to dump the mess in the bin. As she did so, she glanced out the window and flinched.
“Shit! I’m meant to meet Bard soon - it’s a meeting of great importance. And I’m not ready, there is flour everywhere, my hair is a mess-”
“Well, we can handle at least one of those things,” Kili told Y/N, lightly pushing her into a chair, his hands clean of flour now. “I know a really good hairstyle for special occasions - our mother used to wear it.”
He began to run his fingers through her hair, gently untangling the knots with a brush Fili gave him (honestly, how much did that Dwarf have in his coat?) and braiding it. Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands in her hair and its soothingness. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, flushing red.
Was she falling for the Prince of Erebor?
No, surely not. After all, he was a dwarf, and she a human: a human the King of Erebor didn’t exactly have a partiality towards. It would never work out.
That doesn’t mean feelings just stop, dumbass. Y/N’s brain reasoned. She rolled her eyes at herself.
“Alright, it’s done! And Fili and I will clean up the kitchen,” Kili announced, pulling her up and lightly dusting off her f/c dress, careful to avoid any areas it was improper to touch, a small hint of pink on his cheeks as he did so. Y/N pulled some of her hair around her shoulders - Kili had done several braids amongst her loose hair, most of them tied with black bands but one with a beautiful bead in it that she didn’t get a proper look at.
(A/N - imagine this hairstyle, but only one bead, and that bead has lots of jewels all in different colours)
“We’ll clean up what?” Fili protested. Kili smirked, pushing her out the door.
“We’ll see you later, Y/N!”
---
Y/N ran as fast as she could, considering her annoyingly impractical skirt, and she finally skidded to a stop in the snow outside the great doors, taking in who was there.
Bard bowed his head in greeting, his eldest daughter, Sigrid by his side. (Y/N had thought she had heard faint giggles from inside, meaning Tilda was hanging out with Dwalin again), Thorin stood impatiently, leaning on his sword, and next to him, keeping a petty distance was …
“My lord Thranduil,” Y/N bowed, having also read all about the infamously glamorous Elvenking of Mirkwood. “I apologise for my tardiness.”
“You are on time, Y/N,” Bard said, giving Thorin a side-eye. The damages of the Battle of the Five Armies went far beyond death.
Thorin chose to sit on a ledge that a) placed him higher than all of those present and b) allowed him to rest. Recovering from being impaled by the Pale Orc was a lengthy process, and one still far from finishing.
“What is the importance of this meeting?” Y/N asked, eager to go back to her chambers and think on the startling discoveries she’d made on what her heart told her about Kili Durin.
“The purpose, Y/N, is for this …”
---
After the meeting, Y/N went to leave, but Thorin called her name, stopping her.
“Yes, my King?”
He reached for one of the braids Kili had put in her hair, smiling kinder than she had ever seen him do so.
“Kili’s bead. So you have not tamed the Lion, but you have chosen the Fox. Loyal, yet cheeky and sweet.”
Y/N opened her mouth, confused, but Thorin kept speaking.
“I congratulate you on your courtship, Y/N. I wish you much love and happiness.”
“My King, I’m sorry, but I am not courting-”
He swept off in a majestic swirl of furs, leaving Y/N with a finger raised and her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
“Courting?” she wondered aloud. “What in Middle-Earth ...”
Suddenly, she recalled Thorin’s observation of ‘Kili’s bead’, and she pulled her hair in front of her face, scanning it for the singular, beautiful silver bead, with its nine differently-coloured gemstones, and some vague thought buried in the back of her brain called to her.
“That Dwarf ...” Y/N cursed colourfully, tossing her hair over her shoulder, picking up her skirts and running as fast as she could to the most familiar area of Erebor.
The Library. Shelves upon shelves, thousands stretching out further than Y/N could see from the entrance. She raced for the section on Dwarvish customs, pulling a dusty red tome titled ‘Dwarves and Their Secrets - The Rites and Customs of Their Culture’ and flipping through it, coughing as swirls of dust swam into the air.
Finding the page she was after, she slammed the open book onto a nearby table, running her finger down the page as her h/c hair fell in her face.
“That little fuck,” Y/N hissed, closing the book with a slam and sliding down one of the shelves until she sat on the floor, her arms curled around her knees, her face hidden from the world and vice verse by her h/l hair.
“So you found out,” a meek voice said, prompting Y/N to lift her head as Kili sat next to her.
“You bet your non-existent beard I did,” Y/N grumbled.
“I’m sorry,” Kili mumbled, burying his face in his hands, which were large, the same size as yours. “I didn’t know how to tell you that I liked you. I chose the coward’s way out.”
“I can understand that,” Y/N admitted. “Although telling everyone that why were courting via my hairstyle was not the smartest way of going about it.”
“Well, technically, your hairstyle doesn’t say you are dating. (A/N: this part here is completely made up) These braids in this style, paired with the loose hair actually means unrequited love. And seeing as I did your hair, and I have a matching braid-” he briefly pushed his hair behind his ear, pulling on a small braid, that was, indeed matching, even with a simpler version of the bead, with only two gems. “-it basically tells everyone that I have a crush on you. Uncle Thorin just misunderstood because he only looked at the bead, which he knows I own.”
“What do the gems mean?” Y/N asked, knowing she was avoiding the topic of Kili’s love for her and her possible love for him, but too afraid to cross that bridge.
Kili smiled nervously, already flushing from what he anticipated Y/N’s reaction to be, and he pulled the bead from her hair, pointing to each gem as he explained their meaning.
“The white one with the blue sheen - moonstone. It means patience, like how I am willing to wait for you. This pink one is morganite. It symbolises divine love and prosperity. These two are the ones that I have in my matching bead.” And Y/N saw that this was indeed true.
“The red ruby, which symbolises passion.” Kili’s cheeks looked as red as the jewel as he hurriedly moved on. “An emerald, green, which is fertility. Not only in children, but fertility in the soil that grows the flowers of success. Old wive’s tale. The purple one’s an opal - which is for emotional purity. It’s meant to guard against jealousy and anger. The garnet and the citrine - orange and the yellow - both stand for protection, though the citrine also provides prosperity and success.”
Y/N was completely entranced by his knowledge of the gems, even as he came to the last few.
“This pastel blue one is for fidelity, although I don’t think you need that, you have loads of it.” Y/N and Kili laughed together, and Kili fixed the bead back in her hair.
“Wait! You didn’t explain the last one!” Y/N protested, eager to hear more.
Kili stopped, smiling. “Oh. That’s a sapphire, which means trust, like how I’m trusting you with my heart. But I put it in there because it’s the exact colour of your eyes.”
Y/N was so touched by this last one, that he trusted her with his heart, even after she heard that it had been broken by the death of the Mirkwood elleth, Tauriel, that she threw her arms around him, squeezing him tight. On the floor, they were a similar height, and he hugged her back lightly.
“You know, Kili of the Line of Durin,” Y/N said teasingly as her arms lingered around his neck, though she pulled back so she could look him in the eye. “I think I need to thank you for the bead and the braids, because you made me realise something.”
“What?” Kili breathed.
“I realised I’m kinda in love with you.”
And hidden in the endless shelves of the library, Y/N kissed him, right there and then.
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Your movements were sluggish as you entered your shared chambers, the stress from the day combined with the heat was enough to make you want to take a bath and then curl up in bed, not facing the world for another moment.
“(Y/n)?” Kili questioned, he too coming back to your shared chambers after sparring with Fili.
Not hearing him, you continued inside, tossing your basket of goods on the dresser before face planting into the bed. You sold things in the market every day except for two days of the week, but today just was too much. The heat, the yelling, the demanding for you to lower your prices, it was too stressful.
Peeking his head in first, Kili frowned when he saw you sprawled face down on the bed, your shoes not even taken off.
“(Y/n)?”
Lifting your hand you gave a small thumbs up to acknowledge him. This was odd. Usually you’d give him a kiss and a hug as a greeting, or even a bright smile and a ‘hello’.
Deciding to not disrupt your silence further, Kili slunk into the bathroom, beginning to fill the bath with salts and scented oils. Once the tub was full enough, Kili quietly walked back into the room, his expression softening seeing your deep breathing. You were exhausted.
Grabbing two robes and a comb, Kili went back into the bathroom to set them next to the tub.
Checking off his mental list, Kili nodded, satisfied that he was ready to help you feel better.
“Lukhudel? (Light of all lights)” He called out softly, rubbing your back as you opened your eyes from your light dozing.
“Ki?” You called back, confused and not realizing that you fell asleep.
“C’mon…” He helped you sit up as you rubbed your eyes, tugging you into the bathroom.
“Let’s get you relaxing now, hm?” Kili was so soft seeing you so sleepy and clinging onto him that he felt bad ruining your comfortable bubble of sleepiness but he knew it was for the best.
Helping you tug off your clothes, Kili followed suit before sitting in the water and beckoning for you to sit in front of him. Carefully stepping into the steamy water, you sighed as you rested against his chest. “Rough day?” Kili questioned, running his hand up and down your back, cupping water in his hands and pouring it down your back to warm it.
“Jus’ exhausted,” You responded, looping your arms around his waist. “I don’ know why I do this to myself, Ki… I love what I do but what am I doing it for?” You questioned, looking down at the rose petals he sprinkled in the water, feeling a smile threaten to tug at your lips.
“You’re doing it because it makes you happy, getting to see smiles on peoples faces because of something you created... “ Kili reminded you of your words that you said a few days ago when you came home elated from the happiness you were able to spread.
Humming in acknowledgment, you pressed a kiss to his chest. “Maybe you should take a break for a few days?” Kili recommended as he began to lightly massage your back.
“Maybe…” You agreed as you felt your tension slowly leaving your body.
Kili slowly adjusted you, making you sit up so he could wash your hair. Taking a small cup, Kili poured water over your hair before rubbing the soap in between his hands to make it foamy, running it through your scalp to remove the dirt and oil from the day.
Relaxing into his hands you hummed as he rinsed it out, pressing kisses to your wet hair before applying oils and creams to your hair to keep it soft.
Moments later you sat on a bench in a robe, Kili in his own robe behind you with a comb in his hands, carefully combing and braiding your locks before pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
“Can we cuddle now?” You asked, leaning your head back to look up at him. Kili smiled before pressing a kiss to your nose. “Of course.”
Kili would do anything to help you feel better after a long exhausting day.
You’ve been blessed from a young age with wiseness and grace, your mother told you once. As a girl, you rarely questioned your place in the world, what it meant to be among the fairer sex. It was astonishing, your father chuckled fondly on the day you celebrated your maturity, that you accepted who you were, who you are, without doubt.
Never once have you felt less-than or insecure or worried that you aren’t desirable as most maids do in their blushing years. You are! At least to yourself which is important since you spend the majority of your days with yourself. You need to be fun, fresh company. Keep yourself amused.
You like what the mirror shows you fine enough; perhaps you aren’t as precisely groomed as the other maids who flock the court, but you don’t give much of a bother for all that. Unlike them, you have work that needs doing. Good, hard work that gives you purpose.
Your mother admires your craft and your father’s proud of it and races from all over praise your wears. Rarely will you leave the market with anything left. You are happy, fulfilled, and you couldn’t ask for more.
Except that More comes barreling in and throws itself over the display you’ve just finished setting - an assortment of jewelry you finished the week before - and rolls beneath the table to hide under the curtain of cloth you draped over it.
The marketplace is empty aside from those readying their commodities for sale, busy with their backs turned, so no one seems to have noticed anything happen in your little corner.
“Uhm…?”
“Shh!” It’s more desperate than harsh when it reaches your ears, muffled as it is.
“I—”
“Please, m’lady, I will offer whatever you wish simply to pretend I don’t exist.”
As you’re about to open your mouth to reply, two rough-looking dwarves charge into the center of the marketplace, chests heaving and faces so red, you’re sure a volcano is about to erupt out their ears.
“Very well. Never saw you.” You decide to play along, straightening your skirts and trying to look as casual as you do on most mornings. Which, you realize, is rather difficult when you’re suddenly forced to pay attention to what casual looks like on you.
The two dwarves prowl around the space, going from stand to kiosk to pen, grunting like boars and snarling questions. A lady of Men strikes one with a ladle she was using to thin her ointment - heating in a cauldron over an open flame - when he grabs her because she refuses to acknowledge him.
You can’t help but snort when the dwarf yowls like a cat that’s tail is stepped on. It certainly doesn’t help the menacing aura he’s trying to project.
Across from your table, to the right of the gates, you glimpse Bofur at his kiosk, hanging trinkets and toys. When the two surly dwarves make their way over to him, you see Bofur answer their interrogation with a cheeky smile and a lot of pipe-waving. Your eyes narrow when you notice that he looks entirely too at ease. As if he’s done this countless times before.
“So, who are you exactly?” You ask while the dwarves have their backs turned.
“No one of import.” Comes the reply, tight through a clamped jaw.
“Hm. Well, you should tell that to the two sons of swine looking for you. Seems like you’re quite important to them.”
“Must you ask questions now?”
“Will you stick around long enough to answer them later?”
“I – ”
The dwarves turn around, panning the marketplace with beady eyes as if they suddenly developed the ability to spot your intruder through walls.
“They’re coming this way so do try to answer quickly.”
“Yes yes, fine, I’ll answer whatever you ask just please don’t say anything!”
Just as his voice silences abruptly, the dwarves approach you, scowling. Perhaps, had your eyes not settled on the rather impressive bump forming on one of their heads, you’d be a little nervous. As it is, you are trying to bite back a grin.
“Where is ‘e?” One barks, stalking along the length of your table.
“Who?”
“The idiot who went through ‘ere, we know someone saw ‘im.”
“Aye, perhaps, but that someone wasn’t me, I’m afraid.”
They’re obviously losing patience since the one closest to you grabs you by your collar and hauls you forward until your noses are scrunched together uncomfortably. Oh no, that won’t do at all. Before he can say whatever intimidating thing he’s about to, he finds himself with the edge of your dagger on his throat.
“I humbly suggest you release me, sir, for I’m expecting a rather good crowd today. Something that will undoubtedly be hindered by your rotten carcass on the ground at my feet …”
You can feel the rise and dip of his throat against your blade as he considers your threat. Seeing no lie in your expression, he slowly loosens his fists and helps tip you back so you’re upright, brushing out the wrinkles in the fabric at your shoulders.
“Thank you.” You say, as politely as you can, “Now, please get your foulness away from my table.”
He nods to his friend and they march away, disturbed but undeterred, to their next victim. You watch, mirth twinkling in your eyes, as they get their arses bellowed back through the gates moments after they reach Bombur and his assortment of cheeses, both dwarves failing to pull the same stunt on Bombur as they did with you.
One of the buffoons drops a plate of Bombur’s best in the scuffle. It’s a miracle they make it to freedom after such a grievous crime.
“You can come out now.” You tell the table, crossing your arms under, lips puckered in dry intrigue. Whoever this fellow is, it’s clear he drags trouble behind him like a cape and you don’t have the time or patience to deal with that, thank you very much.
A groan accompanies the shuffle of a body against the ground as the stranger pulls himself out from under the table rather clumsily. You don’t know why but you imagined he be more feline in his movements, given that he’s someone who probably has to tuck himself into tighter spaces to avoid being pummeled.
“Are you a criminal?” You ask, direct. No sense in beating around the bush, is there?
“Uh. No?” He says once he’s found his feet, dusting off dirt and stuck pebbles from his bottoms.
You raise an unconvinced brow. “You aren’t sure?”
“No.” He repeats more firmly.
He’s. Quite handsome, if you’re being honest, with strong, dark features and fairly fine clothes. His eyes are soft and warm, crinkled at the corners as if permanently smiling; below them sits a long, straight nose that bulbs at the tip and flares into round nostrils. Generous lips are spread in a cheeky, boyish grin that you find your mouth responding to, the excited energy he’s emitting contagious like a child’s when they’ve found something neat to bring home.
If you weren’t so suspicious of this dwarf – and if he hadn’t just been cowering under your table – you’d assume he was from the court. As it is, though, you’re pretty certain he stole his garb from some unsuspecting nobleman whose now shivering in the palace halls in nothing but his drawers, and he’s nothing but an overgrown dwarfling with the sensibility of a turnip.
“You’re awfully pretty,” He says, voice cutely dopey, slicing through your examination of him with his own of you.
“You’re awfully forward.” You reply, rearing back onto the heels of your boots but not moving away entirely.
“Kíli, lad!” You hear Bofur call from across the market and doesn’t that just crack through your mind like a whip? “All right?”
“Fine, Bofur!” The cowardly-criminal-stranger, Kíli – who you know very well is the second heir to the throne, Prince of Durinsfolk, not a clothes-snatching jackanapes! Because there aren’t any other bloody Kílis are there!? Oh dear... – answers blithely, tipping his head in Bofur’s direction while keeping his gaze with yours.
His grin practically splits his face in two now that he’s been revealed and sees you visibly trying to remain unaffected by this information.
“Uhm – ” Since, really, what else can you possibly say?
“I would—that is ...” Kíli sucks his lip between his teeth and chews for a second before finding his courage to ask you whatever it is he wishes to ask. You’re still flustered, hopefully only on the inside, and can’t help but want him to hurry up so you can take a moment to yourself to wrap your head around the bizarreness of this morning. “It would be my honor to invite you to a meal? With me? As thanks,” He makes a few mad gestures that you figure are the result of nerves, “for ... for helping me?”
His nervousness puts to rest your own unease and suddenly you feel light, unburdened by the strangeness of the situation. Kíli is looking at you expectantly, brows ticked up in the middle with worry, as if he’s already prepared for rejection but can’t help but to hope.
“I’d be honored, Master Kíli.” You say though you let a little humor drip into your tone. “Perhaps this afternoon, if you’re so inclined?”
Remarkably, Kíli’s whole being brightens further to rival The Lamps and you fall into the warmth of it with glee.
“I reckon we could head to the brook? The—”
“The one at the base of the East Slope?” You nod, knowing it.
He only gets brighter.
The bell clangs above, signaling the market’s opening to the public. Kíli whips his head around, glancing over either shoulder to see the crowd plowing through the gates eagerly.
“I’ll go.” He chuckles. “But I’ll come back for you! This afternoon!”
You shake your head, already fond of the bugger, “I can hardly wait.”
With a wink and a shallow bow, Kíli sweeps away, disappearing into the crowd and leaving you to smile at the empty air where he stood moments ago.
As far as first impressions go, that was definitely the most interesting one you’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving!
A/N: Hey guys! It took me more than three weeks to write this part, mainly because I wasn’t feeling it at all. But when I started writing, a lot of ideas popped up in my head and it came naturally (mostly). So I hope you’ll enjoy this part!!
It was almost 8 o'clock. You were in the flower shop back in the stockroom pretending to count the number of daffodils for the day after.
You couldn't set your mind to it. You still weren't able to fathom what happened yesterday. A prince asked you to court you. You. And you refused. Well, not quite, you sort of decided to give him a chance. It also felt kind of foolish. When you meet your One you just know it, and he definitely didn't felt like yours. And this kind of connection was more important to you than marrying some prince. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt 'something', even though you declared it as negligible. Any other young dam would've said yes immediately. But you weren’t any other dam.
The dress you were wearing was a simple one, made of a periwinkle colored smooth silk and reached above your ankles. The sleeves came just over your elbows and they had lace hanging on the ends. The corset with lilac colored flowers sewn upon it was laced at the backside, just a small wink to your job. It wasn't overdone, and you felt beautiful. You even felt like you put a little too much effort for someone you didn't even care about, you chuckled to yourself, who are you kidding, of course you cared. Even felt nervous. Your (H/C) hair was partly braided on the front, with the rest of your hair hanging loose. Alava braided it. All decorated with small golden beads you inherited from your father and mother, as well as the dress you were wearing. It was worn by your mother and her mother before her. Your family wasn’t wealthy and with you being the only one left, this was the way you could honor them every time you had a special occasion. Wait, was this a special occasion? You shook your head and tried not to think about it too much.
Back in the stockroom you counted about sixty daffodils but you weren’t sure of the number, since you started counting again for about three or four times.
Suddenly the doorbell jangled and you heard footsteps on the wooden oak floor. Your heart skipped a beat. “Y/N?” You heard a male voice calling. You sighed in relief, it wasn’t a stupid joke between him and his brother, a thought that slipped through your head at night. Sharing one last glance in the small hand mirror you kept in a drawer for when you ever needed it, never expecting that it would ever be needed for a situation like this. Your legs almost forgot how to walk when you made your way to the main room of the shop, and you took a deep breath before entering.
There he stood. All handsome and neatly dressed. You looked directly into his blue eyes.
“Hi.” You gasped, feeling as if your feet weren't even touching the ground.
A smile appeared on his lips as he approached you closer. Oh no, that dimple again, you thought.
“Hi.” He marvelled as he took you in. "You look beautiful.” He said with hushed tone.
You smiled timidly. "You’re very kind, thank you.” You brushed your dress.
The two of you staring at each other for a moment. None of you really knowing what to say.
He wore a brown leather coat with beige colored fur on the fronts. A belt in the same color as his coat with golden buckles closed it all together.
“You look handsome, Prince Fili.” You broke the silence, instantly regretting what you said. Was it even appropriate?
He blushed a little. “Thank you.” He smiled. “And please, just call me Fili.” He shrugged
You beamed. “Very well, Fili.”
"I-I brought you a gift." He stammered and reached with his hand somewhere in his coat. He handed you a small black box and when you opened it your mouth fell open. It was a small brooch and recognized it as a lily. The flower was white and covered it in small crystals and fit right in the palm of your hand. "Thank you, it's beautiful but i can't accept this." Still mesmerized by the gesture.
Fili was determined. "No, it's a gift, from me to you."
“I don’t know what to say...Again, thank you.” You stammered. You pinned the brooch down on your chest.
“It looks good on you.” Fili approved.
You gushed. “It’s beautiful, I love it.”
“So, where are you taking me?” You asked with a curious tone.
“I’m taking you to a small tavern called ‘The Joyful Goat’ which is a short walk from here.” He grinned.
“A tavern?” You asked hesitantly. It didn’t sound quite pleasing to your ears.
“Don’t worry, it’s a very neat one.” He assured.
The two of you walked towards the tavern. Chit-chatting along the way. You told him about your family, and how the flower shop was owned by your grandparents. He told about his family as well, and his life in the royal halls, which you were interested to hear about.
When you reached the tavern you noticed a sign with a goat on it.
“Here it is!” He praised as he pulled the door and let you in first.
It was rather a tiny tavern, but just as he said, it was very neat. A friendly old dwarf greeted you and he seemed to know your companion.
Fili hugged the dwarf. “Hoìn! How are you?” Fili asked enthusiastically.
“Prince Fili.” He said loudly. “Nice to see you around! How is your mother?” Hoìn wondered. “She’s doing well, she said to send you her regards.” Fili said sincere.
“That’s good to hear.” Hoìn said. “And please send her our greetings.”
“I will!” Fili said. “Do you have a table for two?” He questioned.
“Excuse me, I was wandering off, please follow me!” As he gestured to follow him.
You sat down at the dark brown mahogany table, at the opposite of Fili. You took a quick look around, a fire was crackling and a few dwarfs sat at the bar. You enjoyed the ambiance as your eyes turned back onto your company. Fili even looked even more good-looking in this warm scenery. You noticed his warm blond hair and his braided moustache in the same hue. You tried to study his face as unnoticable as possible but you were ripped out of your thoughts abruptly.
“Myla!” Hoìn yelled as an older female dwarf appeared, supposedly his wife. “Can you give these two lovebirds our best wine and special stew?”
“Of course!” She said lighthearted.
“Oh but we’re not together.” You blurted and your eyes turned big.
“Yet.” Fili said mischievously.
You rolled your eyes at him, Mahal, what were you getting yourself into?
“Very well then!” He reported and he rushed off.
You sat down and the burning question in your head was trying to get out.
“Can I ask you something?” You interrogated.
“Of course.”
“Do you know about the rumors that are being told about you and your brother?”
“I assume you mean the wretched ones, so yes, I do know about them.”
“Are they true?” You squinted your eyes.
Fili shook his head. “I promise you, it’s not true."
You sighed in relief but not fully convinced. "I have no idea how these stories came into the world." He continued. "Kili was the most reckless one of us two, and I can’t say I’ve never done anything that Mahal wouldn’t approve of...” Fili admitted. “But I never woke up with a different girl in my bed every morning and I’m most definitely not seeing you as an easy catch.”
You smiled to yourself and looked down. “It would be surprising if you did.”
“Alright. Can I ask YOU question?” He queried while he gazed at you.
You leaned forward on the table. "Go for it.” you challenged him.
“Look, i'm not proud of the way how I approached you yesterday and I'm surprised you didn't ran away. You're definitely not feeling the same as i do, so, why waisting your time with me?”
"I'm going to be honest with you, i wanted to see who you really are. I thought you were different, nothing more than that." You confessed.
"Because of these stories?" He questioned as you nodded slowly.
"You said you thought I was different. So what do you think of me now?" Fili crook his brow and grinned.
"Let's not get ahead of yourself.” You raised your brows and leaned backwards.
“What a pleasant sight!” Hoìn marvelled when he walked by your table. “You two remind me just of his father and mother, they came here by a lot ya know.” You shared a short look with Fili. “Aye, this lad is a keeper!” He concluded with a big smile to you as he walked away to another table. You could do nothing but laugh, and felt a flutter in your chest and you noticed Fili's cheeks colored red.
“So you are more than familiar with this place.” You hinted.
“My father used to take my mother here when he was still alive.” Fili recalled. "So to me, this has been always a special place. Kili and I come here by a lot.”
“That’s such a sweet story.” You sympathized.
“Next time you should meet my brother, you would love him. If there’s going to be a next time of course.”
“I would love to meet him. And we shall see about that next time.” You teased. Fili chuckled.
Myla walked by with the wine and stew and placed it in front of you."Here you go dears!" She said sweetly.
“Thank you!” You both said in unison.
You both were enjoying the meal. Sharing a laugh and anecdotes about one another.
When you both were done you thanked Hoìn and Myla and left ‘The Joyful Goat’.
Fili suggested to walk you home, which you tried to refuse kindly. But Fili insisted.
You arrived at your home which had three steps in front of the front door, and while you stood on the highest step, Fili stood on the ground. You found your key and put it in the lock as you turned around to face him.
"Well, surprisingly you are not that terrible as I thought you'd be." You joked which he answered with a chuckle. "I had fun, and thank you for taking me out." You acknowledged.
"You really speak your mind don't you?" Fili laughed. "But, I had fun too."
You chortled softly. "Goodnight Fili". Shared one last glance and turned around to step inside your house.
“Wait!" Your head turned around from the sound of his voice. "When can I see you again?” He asked with a questioning gaze, and your heart melted a little.
“Well, let’s see about that.” You winked and closed the door behind you. Fili stood there for Mahal knows how long, maybe hours, debating if this was a yes or a no.
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It’s been a few days since you last saw Fili. You really let him baffled, not giving him any closure. You told Alava about it, and she couldn’t believe you let him go.
Today you were busy helping a client who wanted a bouquet of roses and white lilies when you saw a familiar face entering your shop.
You looked up at him, smiling as if you knew he was up to something. The client gave you your coins and stepped away to leave the shop which was almost empty now.
“So, here we meet again.” You tittered, trying not to seem too eager while bundling a bunch of red lilies with a white ribbon.
“Yes, indeed we do.” He smirked he said as he walked towards you. “And you’re not alone I see.” You noticed as you looked curiously behind him.
“Yes, Y/N, this is my brother Kili.” You immediately recognized him as he stepped closer to you. “Nice to meet you Y/N!” He said as you shook his hand. “Likewise Kili!” Sure he was handsome just like his brother, but with a much more darker complexion. You never got the chance to study his face from up close. This was the cheeky one.
“So, this is the girl that you’ve been talking about!” Kili said amused." You chortled, "I hope i am!"
“I always wanted to meet the person who rejected my brother!” Kili joked. Fili punched him on the back and you could only laugh at the brotherly chemistry.
“Oh I did not exactly reject him.” You folded your arms and looked at the two brothers. “I just kept things open.”
“And can you close it now?” Fili said amused.
“I’m not closing anything right now.” You provoked.
"Oh Fee." Kili said. "I hate to break this intimate moment but we have to go now, you know how Dwalin thinks about being late for sparring time."
"Yes of course, let's go. Y/N I'll see you around, I hope." Sharing one last gaze with you and the two brothers walked towards te front door. Your eyes crinkled. “I hope so too.” Just before Fili closed the door he looked at you one last time, while you pretended no to see him. Trying to keep yourself occupied with the next bundle of lillies you could not resist to peek when he closed the door behind him.
Months have gone by, and Fili visited you almost every day. You even found yourself in the royal halls at times, and you were mesmerized every time you entered. Talking and blabbering about everything. Every time you saw him you became more and more fond of him. You could say he really was your friend, as well as Kili. Fili seemed to have let go of the whole 'One' thing and accepted the fact that you would never be a couple. That still didn’t mean he wasn't into you, sometimes annoyed by his ambiguous comments.
Today you were sitting in an open field with Kili. A place you visited ever since you were little. While sitting underneath a big oak tree you felt a warm breeze running over your skin.
“Where’s Fili?” You wondered.
“He had some important business to do with our Uncle, heir stuff probably.” Kili answered.
“Y/N I was wondering, how exactly did you meet Fili?” Kili wondered while he was lying down next to you, chewing on a piece of grass.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Wait, hasn’t he told you about it?” You mouthed.
Kili placed his arms underneath his head. “He didn’t tell me much about it, just that you two bumped into each other on the street.”
“What! He really told you that?” You chanted and sat right up.
“What happened then?” Kili asked, leaning on his elbows.
“Well, I was working in my shop just like every other day and suddenly he stood right in front of me asking me to court him!” You uttered.
Kili’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking right?” You shook your head while chuckling and he bursted out in laughter. The loudest you’ve ever heard. Tears welled up in his eyes. You could do nothing but join the laughter.
“Even I would never do something like that!” He exclaimed while drying his eyes. Kili couldn’t stop laughing. "Oh Mahal, so this idiot really likes you."
"So it appears." You nodded. “But I’m glad I went out with him even though the feelings weren’t exactly mutual, because now I have two amazing friends.”
“Yes I’m glad you did.” Kili confirmed, and you two lay down again, staring at the sun.
"Kee?"
"Mhmm?"
"About what I just told you, please don't let it go hard on him."
"Don't worry about it." Kili grinned. "I will."
You slapped him on his chest as your laughter followed.
“What’s so funny?” You heard footsteps on the tall grass, you recognized the voice in an instant when the person sat down next to you.
“Oh nothing Fee.” Kili tried to say trying to hold in his laughter. “Just thought about that time when you asked Y/N to court you when you never even met her once!” Kili joked and Fili’s cheeks turned crimson.
“I’m sorry Fee, I had to tell him.” You tittered.
“Alright alright, that happened ages ago!” Fili tried to brush it off.
The three of you lay down again, with Fili in the middle.
“So where have you been all day?” You asked curiously while you lay on your side, leaning your head on your hand.
“Yeah what have you been doing?” Kili repeated as he furrowed his eyebrows.
Fili looked at you, squinting his eyes from the sun. “Why so nosey?”
You shrugged. You knew why.
“Well, since Thorin complained about me not having a wife yet, he set up a meeting with a princess, a human nonetheless.”
“And? How did it go?” You spoke slightly bitter. You didn’t even notice the jealous tendency in your chest.
“Thorin was enthusiastic, but only for the sake of the Blue Mountains, not for love. She was beautiful, intelligent and thoughtful.” He said while staring at the sky. The envious sting in your chest became more painful.
“But?” You questioned and raised a brow.
“She wasn’t you.” He answered, gazing into your eyes. You smiled tender.
You didn’t really know where to look while trying to think of something witty to say, but nothing came to your mind.
“I honestly don’t understand why you two are not together.” Kili interrupted, you almost forget he was there too.
You both sighed, staring to the blue sky. "Excuse me, I have to go." Fili said as he stood up and walked away on the grass towards his pony. "Fee! Where are you going?" Kili yelled but Fili didn't answer. He jumped on his pony and rode away as you both watched him from afar.
That night you were laying in bed and you couldn't sleep. Your mind were like one giant cobweb of thoughts. Was he angry with you? The thought of him being with someone else terrified you. He was the only one who ever understood your sarcasm. You also thought about that time when he helped a kid when he fell down and scraped his knee. Or that time when you walked upon him shirtless when you visited him in the forges last week.
Or how is moustache moves when he speaks. And that dimple. Suddenly you loved everything about him and every little thing he did seemed more and more attractive.
In an instant you sat right up in your bed. And one main thought shot through your head. You loved him. "I love him." You repeated but speaking out loud this time. "I must tell him now."
So you kicked away your sheets, put on your easiest shoes put on your olive green cloak, threw open your front door. And there Fili stood, with his fist in the air from an attempt to knock. Was he feeling something too or was this a coincidence?
"I love you Fili." You grabbed his face and gazed in his eyes. "I already have from the start but I was too blind to see it." You gently intoned.
You gave him no chance to answer as you placed your lips on his. He answered your kiss and buried his hands in your hair.
You pulled back and placed your forehead to his.
“You are my One, you’ve always been.” You confessed. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip.
“I love you too Y/N.” He told you. “So would this be an appropriate time for me to ask to put a courting braid in your hair?”
You chuckled. “Yes, you may now.” You nodded as you bit your lower lip. “Come inside.” You said softly.
He followed you inside and closed the door behind him. Standing in your small living room, smiling as you turned around with your back towards him. He fiddled with your hair as he put a small bead at the end of the braid. You turned around to face him again and placed your arms around his neck as he put his arms around your middle.
“For someone who always knows what she wants, you were pretty oblivious." Fili spoke with a soft voice. "When did you realize?" He questioned.
"Five minutes ago." You laughed. He looked approving."Well, I'm glad you did."
"Let's go tell my uncle." He hummed.
You giggled. "It's past midnight."
"Wait, let's tell him tommorow." Fili agreed.
"I hope he won't kill you."
"He won't." He said with a smirk as he kissed you once more.
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Thorin and co. appear in Y/N’s back yard, but not long after she discovers a secret about herself that will take her on a journey through Middle Earth, along with her newfound friends...
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An adventure that guides the reader from the comfort of their home into the depths of Tolkien's world, following the storyline of The Hobbit and the themes that come with it.
This begins as a Modern!AU in the reader's world, but switches to Middle Earth (for reasons you will discover) during the journey to reclaim Erebor. The reader has their own backstory, and this is the only part I actually claim.
Various ships, I will include moments for whatever is most popular.
Comment what you’d like to see in this fic below!
(( Similarities to other works cannot be entirely avoided as this is a common idea of getting a reader into middle earth, but none are intentional if they occur. I do NOT own The Hobbit (movie or book) or any of the characters within it.))
Author Disclaimer:: The Hobbit, Middle Earth and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. The story line and even some dialogue–also not mine. Instead I claim my Original Character Laurel and the adjustments to the story line.
Summary:: From when Laurel Took was small she dreamed of a man. Every time she dreamed of him, he could not see or hear her. Over time they are able to communicate–but he’s been dreaming about her too. Finally after years of anticipation Laurel takes the leap and kisses him. Only for her to wake up and dread the real world. Then lightning strikes and she finds herself in a familiar place, with a familiar face.
Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+ At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.
Warnings:: Language, Violence and Scenes of Sexual Nature
Pairing:: Kili x OC (Laurel)
Kili
We traveled forward without haste. Though they were surely chasing us, we had enough of a lead to continue on without running. I could feel Laurel walking awkwardly behind me through our grasped hands. With difficultly I took my hand back to adjust my pack to wrap around my waist. "Climb on," I murmured, "I will carry you for a while."
When I stopped I felt her grasp my shoulders and start to hop onto my waist. Her legs wrapped around my hips, one underneath my pack, and her thighs squeezing tightly around me. The action and feel of her legs on me brought a smirk to my face. It was pleasant, and brought back fresh memories of how just a few mere days ago she was wrapped around me and kissing me with vigor.
A soft even sigh caressed my cheek. Her head had come to rest on my shoulder, and by the lack of pressure around my shoulders and hips, I could tell she had fallen asleep. Fili slowed down to match my pace, offering me a smirk at the sight of Laurel wrapped around me. "She must be tired," he murmured, "we have been running day and night. If you tire I will carry her for you."
Against my will my eyes turned to slits at his words. I have listened to Laurel tell me that there was nothing to be jealous of when it concerned my brother, but I could not help but feel it anyway. The thought of any one—dwarf, man, hobbit, elf—touching her in any way that was more than friendly had my blood boiling. Even that of my brother.
Fili sighed, "All harmless brother."
"I saw you looking at her… like I look at her," I mumbled off softly slightly saddened by the thought. It was not something I told Laurel. When her and my brother were talking, Fili gazed at her with satisfaction and appreciation. A look that said he wanted to keep.
Fili had the decency to look a little ashamed, a tint of red coating his cheeks. "I did for a moment," he uttered, "but it is difficult not to. She is very beautiful, even without a scruffy face. You have nothing to worry about. Even if I wanted to sweep her away from you, which I do not, I simply could not. Lady Laurel talks too highly of you."
After a while we stopped to fill our water pouches at a stream. Laurel did not wake as I laid her gently on the ground. The Hobbit offered to scout and see how far we were from the orc pack and if the Lonely Mountain was within our reach. I drank heavily from one pouch before retrieving one from Laurel's pack to fill it for her and refill my own. The rest of the company were sitting about near a very small fire in the rising sun.
"Kili."
Thorin's voice was always so serious and demanding. Just now it was soft and tired.
"Yaes uncle," I murmured, rising to meet him.
He sighs while he plopped down and hissed at his injuries. His next words threw me off guard, "We must talk about the girl."
"What about Laurel," I asked, eyes seeking out her slumbering form. Fili was sitting next to her drinking his water. I was curious to hear what Thorin had to say, seeing as he was so kind to Laurel just a while ago.
"I was wrong about her," he started looking a little lost, "she was brave and loyal, even to me who treated her unfairly. Anything that happens between the two of you, I cannot stop. A bastard child I cannot bless. A union between the two of you is something I wish to bless, but our brethren will not allow for it."
The words he spoke of were contradicting. It sounded as if he was okay with the idea of Laurel and I, but he hated it. "If you were not a prince," he huffed, "perhaps no comments would be made. The court of Erebor that would come would not tolerate this of a prince."
A snort tore through my nostril, "I do not care of what the court of Erebor thinks. I care only for her and her safety. Once we take back the mountain and you are crowned a king formally, you will be in control of whatever you wish, and the court will abide by it."
With those words I rose, taking guarded steps to the red-head's sleeping form only to rouse her from sleep. Confusion clouded her eyes as she started to wake, the limbs of her body begun to seize as she begun to tense. My hand found her cheek where my thumb rubbed just under her eyes, "It's just me little doe. We are resting, drink up."
The other hand that was holding her water skin up to her lips. Without attempting to raise her own hand, she leaned into me and closed her eyes once more as she drank heavily, every last drop. Fili offered to take the pouch and refill it.
Bilbo rushed into our clearing, huffing.
"How close is the pack," Dwalin urged.
"A couple of leagues, too close. That isn't all though," he gasped.
Gandalf rose pulling his staff up to its great height before looking around, "What is it Bilbo?"
"A bear, larger than any one I have ever seen."
The old wizard stood straighter, huffing as well, "There is a house, it is not far from here, where we might take refuge."
Thorin arrived closer with Fili at his heels. "Are they friend or foe," uncle asked hotly.
"Neither, he will hunt us or he will kill us."
The roar of an animal ripped through the forest. Laurel tensed from under me, hands pushing herself up from where she lay. "How far is the beast," she croaked.
"Just a bit closer than the orcs," Bilbo responded.
In seconds everyone was up, preparing for another run. Once on their feet and ready to move, we started out at a mild jog through the woods, Gandalf leading the company. Laurel had a look of determination set on her face as she kept pace with me at one side, Fili reacting much the same on my other.
This was no easy journey. First there were trolls and goblins and orcs, now there was a giant bear chasing us.
Once we cleared the forest we were running through an open meadow, in the distance there appeared to be a stone and wooden enclosure. "There! That is the house," Gandalf bellowed from the front of the front of the company. We were moving from a slower pace to a flat out run at the sight of the house hidden behind the walls. Each of the dwarves were huffing as their legs worked to reach the house faster.
The ground beneath us started to shake every other second. Another roar tore through the air around us, shaking even me to the bone. Laurel looked behind us and screamed softly, "Fucking shit!"
What did she see? I turned around to gaze at what she was scared of.
Standing at least ten feet tall—on all fours—was a ferocious dark brown bear, baring all of his sharp white teeth. Just behind us. I turned back around, ready to pick up my pace when I noticed Laurel was running almost as fast as a gazelle. Bombur was right behind her. They were the first to reach the gates of the enclosure. As soon as Bofur, the last dwarf was inside the enclosure we all started to push the gate door closed. A ruff snout and teeth growled at us through the crack attempting to get inside, but we were able to lock the door with the monster out.
"What was that," Ori trembled from the ground.
All around us there were beautiful flowers and plants, each larger than I would have normally seen. There were also large animals coming closer to sniff at each and every one of us.
"That is our host," Gandalf gruffed as he started to go towards the moss covered house. "His name is Beorn, and his is a skin-changer."
Skin-changer? So that beast was actually a man that could change from the skin of man to the skin of bear when he saw fit? The idea sent chills down my spine.
"Sometimes he's a huge black bear, sometimes he's a great strong man. The bear," Gandalf laughed without humor, "is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However he is not fond of dwarves."
How incredibly fantastic. Run right into the den of the beast that does not like dwarves. At least the wizard, Bilbo, and Laurel might be spared.
"Rest for now," Gandalf sighed, "until tomorrow we are safe."
The company trudged into the house, finding that inside there was a stable of sorts without any horses or ponies. Just a lot of hay. Laurel went to one of the corners and lay on her side, tossing her pack out of her way along with her weapons. I followed her lead and left my pack and weapons next to hers. We had been running all day again, most of the company already drifting off to slight snores. My brother settled down next to me as well. Thorin and Gandalf spoke softly. By the rays of the sun that were filtering into the windows, it was probably a little past half of the day was gone.
I laid back against the hay with my arms stretched out behind me, letting the aches in my muscles take time to adjust to relaxing. Soon I was slowly drifting off to the sound of Laurel's even breathing.
A soft low moan and a kick to my leg woke me. The darkness covered the house we slept in, and a quick glance around let me know that the rest of the company were sleeping soundly. As my eyes settled on Laurel, I remember why I woke. She moved slightly, moaning low in her throat. The thrash of her head back and forth led me to believe that she was having a bad dream. I rested my hand on her hip, about to shake when she moaned softly again.
"Kili."
The way she said my name was similar to the night at Rivendell when I was kissing her neck earnestly.
A heat started to emit from my groin, blood pumping a little faster at the sound. So she was dreaming of me, and by the sounds of it, it was a very good dream. Why was I not dreaming with her? The more I thought about it, I have not dreamt of her since she arrived to Middle Earth.
Another moan rippled through her throat, but slightly louder. I feared she would wake the company, but at the same time I did not want to interrupt her pleasant dream. Maybe it would give her the push she needed to embrace me in such a way when she woke.
Hay was grasped tightly in each of her hands at either side of her hips, which were thrusting upwards subtly.
My member grew with the sight, the ache in my loins came strongly as I fought the urge to run my hands all over her body. With all the members of the company sleeping just mere feet away, I could not try to do what I truly wanted.
There were countless nights where I stayed awake in my bed or on my roll thinking of her in inappropriate ways. Every time I imagined her naked, she was always on top of me or below me. Those nights were long and full of frustration as I always fulfilled my need. It irked me how some mere girl of my night time dreams drove me to madness. My days were filled with her in my head and how she would love to have lived in my world. Sometimes I day dreamed of her there with me when I hunted and did chores, almost as if she were my imaginary friend.
"Oh Kili," she moaned more softly again, teeth catching her bottom lip as her hips made a larger thrust, "don't stop yet."
Feeling ashamed, one of my hands grasped myself through my trousers while the other hand hesitantly ghosted over her through her own. A soft gasp came from her as she thrashed her head to the side and her hips ground against my hand. With careful timely hand movements I rubbed her softly, my hand becoming hot with the heat she was emitting. The other hand of mine was just holding myself, I was fearful someone would wake and catch me in the act of doing anything more.
I moved the fingers at her core a little more swiftly in the same rhythm of her thrusting. Suddenly she seized upwards sharply before moaning once more her face scrunched up in ecstasy, lips forming a small 'o'. She then became limp, breathing heavily before rolling into me and snoring softly.
By the Valar. Softly untangling myself so I did not wake her, I rose and cringed at the tenting of my trousers. I was going to be a while outside.
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Warnings: thorin is an asshole (but secretly happy), míra and kili win, angst, shouting, insults, canon-typical chase and violence
“I thought you were supposed to know the dangers here!” Thorin bellowed, as Míra instructed them to dismount out the front of the house.
“Get inside!” she snapped back, “I do know the dangers. I know this one very well. Our horses will be unharmed.”
“Míra, what are you–“ Kili paused, as she stopped, turning to her, as the huge bear thundered through the forest behind them.
“Get inside, Kili,” she instructed, smiling back at him, “I’ll be fine. I know him.” She sat down, crossing her legs, and placing one hand in the air in front of her. The bear slowed, curiously, but kept a running pace. Fili grabbed his brother, leading him inside, despite his resistance.
“Míra,” Balin muttered, reaching for her, “That is a bear. A bear cannot be reasoned with.”
“This one can,” Gandalf answered, tugging the elderly dwarf inside. She could hear shouting in the house, as the door shut, Kili’s voice echoing in her ears, but she did not concentrate to take in the words, as Beorn neared her. Once the dwarves vanished, he slowed his pace again, pausing to sniff the air, then shifting closer, now at a walking pace. She kept her hand in front of her, steady, until he pressed his face into it, then she scratched his ears, gently.
“Beorn, my old friend,” she smiled, sweetly, “I am sorry to bring these dwarves to your home – I know your distaste for them. I am sure Gandalf will tell you the story of our journeys, but we just came from the Misty Mountains. The amount of goblins up there, it was disgusting!” She scruffed his head once more, then stood. “We will talk soon?”
“The dwarves may stay a while, as long as you need – I am curious to hear Gandalf’s tale.” Beorn’s growl was familiar, the words coming easily to her mind in translation.
“Thank you, Beorn,” she said, gratefully, “You are too kind.”
“Not at all – I may dislike dwarves, but any who fight goblins, including those among your company who carry the goblin slaying blades – Orcrist, Glamdring, the others – they are welcome. You all reek of goblin and orc blood. Enemies of nature. Rest. Clean yourselves. I will hear your story in the morning.” The huge bear turned, and padded away into the forest, with far more silence than such a huge beast could be expected to carry. In suit, she turned to the house, entering the disarray calmly.
“What in Mahal’s name?” The dwarven ancestor had become familiar to her tongue, and came to her easily as she stared at the sight before her. Fili and Gloin held Kili in a seated position on the floor as he pushed against him, while Dwalin and Gandalf – the old wizard had surprising strength, and was not one to meddle with while he wielded his staff – held Thorin back. As usual, Thorin was roaring, spitting half-sense about elves and princes and the line of Durin and not being worthy. The room stilled when she spoke – or, at least, Kili did, leaping up as Fili and Gloin released him, despite Thorin still shouting after him.
“Mira!” He ran over to her, almost bouncing, and wrapped her in his strong embrace. “What were you thinking?”
“That bear, he is a skin changer,” Míra explained, loudly enough to be heard over Thorin’s dimming voice, “Beorn. I know him well – this is his home, and he has been kindly enough to allow us to stay here.”
“You can speak to skin changers in their animal form?” Balin asked, curiously.
“He is under a spell! A curse!” Dori exclaimed, worriedly, “You are a witch!”
“Nonsense,” Gandalf scolded, firmly, “The only enchantment he is under is his own. And as for Míra – she is of elven and Maiar blood. I suppose witch could be considered a fair title.”
“But Míra suits me fine,” she interjected, huffily, as Kili released her from his examination.
“And how can you be sure that this beast will not attack us in the night?” Thorin queried, having been released by the wizard and Dwalin.
“It would do you well to treat our host with respect,” Míra replied, danger tinting her words, “I have known Beorn for even longer than I have known Gandalf. I would – and have – trust him with my life. Any harm that befalls you here will not come from his hand.” Thorin grunted, unimpressed, and turned his attention back to Kill.
“Step away from the elven-witch,” he commanded his nephew, making Míra roll her eyes. Kili just looked at him, blankly. “Kili. She is not–“
“Not what? Not worthy of the line of Durin?” Kili challenged, crossing his arms, “I am not your heir, I am not just your nephew, your last resort for the throne – I am not yours to own and control and command. You are not my father, and at the moment I cannot call you my king.”
“Kili,” Fili murmured, standing before his brother, “Be careful.”
“If I cannot have my rightful home and place in Erebor as well as my One, then tell me now, and Erebor and the company may fare without me also, as you already do Míra,” Kili continued, clutching his brother’s hand in unspoken apology, “Though, somehow, despite her not being our companion any longer, she seems to have saved our lives more than anyone else here. Yours included, Uncle. Or have you forgotten that she threw herself into the path of the White Orc for you? That she gave up her energy and health for you? Or that she is the reason we have a place to stay tonight and are not the dinner of our host? Or that she is the re–“
“Enough!” It seemed to have become the word Gandalf used the most these days. “That is enough, from both of you. I am well aware of the stubbornness and passion of the line of Durin, but this is an argument that will not be settled with shouting. Sit down.” He gestured to the floor, and the whole company obediently seated themselves, with the exception of Thorin who stood, glowering. With a flick of her wrist, Míra sent him tumbling into a chair.
“Good, now.” Gandalf moved up the stairs to the kitchen doorway, looking out at them all. “Lord Elrond was kind enough to gift me with this.” He withdrew a scroll from his cloak. “For the case of just such an argument. Balin, if you would be so kind as to begin the reading, then pass it on to your companions.” The elder dwarf nodded, taking the scroll happily, and reading the neat Westron.
“It makes a valid point, infallible logic,” he nodded, passing it to Ori, beside him, “All seems to be in order.” Míra was examining Gandalf’s face, trying to discern the reason for the twinkle of mischief behind his exasperation. Eventually, the scroll came to Thorin, whose brow darkened further as he read it.
“Nothing?” Gandalf challenged, as Kili and Fili snatched the scroll from their uncle, Míra joining them to read through it. “And here I thought I saw a man who could be called a king.” Thorin huffed, but said nothing, glaring poisonously at the old wizard. Fili finished the document, giggling, as Kili and Míra flushed, all three falling into uncontrollable laughter.
“Elrond gave you this?” Míra questioned, some attempt at outrage in her voice.
“You did name your nilda-er aptly,” Gandalf nodded, sending Míra into another bout of laughter.
“I still do not approve,” Thorin grumbled, sourly, glaring at Míra.
“My King, the alternative is to lose any aid or trade from the elves and the wizards, as well as your youngest nephew,” Balin intoned, quietly, as he stood beside his sullen king.
“But it seems I have no choice,” he finished, sulkily. “I will not lose my nephew over an elven-witch.”
“You’re going to have to cut that out, too,” Fili added, gesturing to his brother’s scowl, “I don’t think he takes kindly to your insulting his precious amrâlimê.” Thorin huffed, once again, but nodded.
“So it seems,” he conceded, glancing around at the company, all staring at him in hopeful suspense, “What? I have said I will allow it.” A cheer erupted from the rest of the company, and the king rolled his eyes, eyeing the happy couple with a distaste that couldn’t hide the quiet happiness in his eyes.
