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Request by @sciencethot: I think I've told you I'm mixed, black/ white, yeah? It's not easy. Constantly being told we don't belong or we're not whatever we're mixed with, so for me, I'm constantly told I'm not black but I'm also told I'm not white. Well today someone I know and have to interact with for the next two months at least for my internship, posted a pic the summed up to be "mixed kids bad and only last to the eraser of black people. Only have black kids''. And it kinda made me go back to that place of hating myself and how I look and wanting to just get rid of my skin to be fully black... at least my thick, fluffy hair, nose, and lips would make sense and I won't hear whispers from people..I guess...i guess I just want to ask for a comfort fic for Thorin or Bilbo or Fili comforting their f/so in a similar situation. She's heard it all her life and just buried it and let it out alone but one day can't anymore after she hears someone close to saying the same things.

Note: I am so sorry you are having to deal with this, my dear, I wish I could change the world so you never have to hear anything like that again. I hope this fic helps even if it is just a little bit. I love you, keep your head up. You are gorgeous!

The world seemed heavy on your shoulders as you trudged down the hallway to your bedding chambers. Catching your reflection in the window, you couldn’t help but grimace as you recalled the words of your coworker. Remarks about your skin weren’t uncommon, but oh boy were they not welcomed as they were not kind and complimenting ones, but rather cruel jabs about your mixed features and skin tone.

Feeling your lip tremble, you sighed, shutting your eyes as tears began to fill them. You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t fit in anywhere, it seemed. You thought moving into Erebor with Fili would make it better, after all, all the dwarves you came across were very friendly and kind. Until you saw how cruel they could be, pointing out the differences between you and them and how different your darker skin was from theirs, but not similar enough to the ‘true’ black people that they have come across during their trades in human-dominated towns.

You weren’t white, you weren’t black. You weren’t a dwarf. You weren’t worthy--

Your thoughts were cut off as Fili carefully touched your shoulder, having been calling your name for a while and receiving no response worried him to no end.

“Oh, dear…” The words slipped out of his mouth as you looked into his eyes, your lips tugged into a frown as you struggled to keep the tears from falling.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside.” Fili motioned toward your bedding chamber doors, knowing how much you despised crying in a public area where anyone could see your walls come down and vulnerability come forth.

“What happened?” Fili couldn’t help but question as the door softly shut behind you two, your arms now wrapped around his form and your face tucked into his neck as you began to cry, releasing all the anguish you’ve held in for so long.

“I don’t belong…” You whimpered out, clutching onto him tighter as you recalled your coworker's words once more before explaining to Fili what happened today at the shop you worked at.

“Mixed children are always bad, it erases the true ethnicity of the person. You should only have children of your race. After all...” The woman looked over to you, an eyebrow raised to emphasize her point.

“She said that to you?” Fili felt anger rise in his belly, the woman's closed-mindedness leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as he rubbed your back up and down.

Remembering how upset you were, Fili shook his head. Now was not the time to question you on if you wanted him to do anything about it, this was the time to give you what you needed. Comfort and reassurance.

Walking further into the room with you in his arms, Fili sat on the bed, his heart-melting as you sat in his lap, clinging to him.

“You do belong,” His words were soft as he gently rubbed your skin, admiring its tone. “You are magnificent and cherished, a symbol of love between two people.” He peppered kisses on your temple, moving to kiss down your cheeks until he reached your full lips.

“These lips, full and soft, carry your words into the room and do not deserve to be hated. They form the phrases of your mind, which are not to be taken lightly. ” Fili spoke before pressing a kiss to them before carrying on his kisses, this time going upward.

“This hair, airy and fluffy, also does not deserve to be hated. It protects the sensitive skin of your scalp and responds to stimuli, sensing movement and vibration. Sometimes protecting you more than anything else…” He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline.

Pulling back to look at you, you were momentarily stunned by the love in his eyes as he rubbed his thumb on your cheek.

“Your skin,” Fili paused, taking a moment to view your beauty, a soft smile on his face.

“Beautiful and glowing, protecting you against the elements all the while regulating your body temperature to keep you healthy and safe… A true sight to behold, your beauty.” He murmured, almost as if talking to himself as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

“I know what she said hurt you, deeply,” Fili began, absentmindedly stroking your cheek again as you leaned into his touch.

“And I know her words aren’t new, which I wish I could magically go back in time and prevent every single remark like that being spoken to you,” You couldn’t help but grin at his protective nature as he continued to ramble.

“But no matter what she says, or what anyone says, you are magnificent. I will never understand the “mixed” experience that you have every day of your life, but I will be here to remind you that you do belong and that your features are your own. Regardless of the physical makeup of those around you, your features make sense. Why? Because they are yours, and no one will ever be you but you.”

Fili brought you into a hug, and this time you felt uplifted by his words rather than crushed by the weight of the hurtful words from before.

“So, my dear, cry if you need to, but know you belong and are worthy of being yourself.”

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