An Adventure- Bilbo x Reader Chpt. 8You didn’t go back to your room but instead went in search of Blossom, finding him happily munching away in the hay filled stables of Rivendell. He gave a happy nicker when he spied you and then nuzzled at your hair with his lips when you came to him, as if trying to return it to it’s normal state. You chuckled, taking his chin in your hand and running the other down the bridge of his nose, “I know it’s different but Lady Arwen spent a good amount of time on it so let’s do try not to ruin it.”
You moved from him to your pack, which some elf had placed next to the saddle they’d removed from your horse friend, and he stamped his feet giving you an unhappy neigh. You sighed, pulling his brush from its place before returning to him, “You know as well as I do that where I am going you can not follow.”
Bilbo watched you from the doorway, having left the table only minutes after you to see if you were alright, and jumped when Blossom tosse
The Forest Maiden (1 of 2) - Thorin x Reader“Is this the story of how you and Uncle met?” Fili wondered as he walked by with the firewood – or rather, the broken table and chair legs belonging to your Elven hosts.
Kili sped past and nearly toppled his older brother,
“I love this story.” He said eagerly, ignoring the scowl Fili was giving him. Bilbo turned to you,
“It’s a story? I had always thought that you and Thorin grew up together.” He wondered. You smiled as you patched a hole on Ori’s glove,
“No, our meeting was something by chance.” You told the Hobbit.
“Or fate!” Kili chimed in. You simply sent a mock glare at him and he grinned brightly with his brother, before returning your attention to Bilbo.
“Well, all good friendships begin somewhere.” You said and handed the knitted mitten to the young dwarf by the small fire.
“So how did it start?” Ori asked curiously, having been intrigued by this newfound historical event.
An Adventure- Bilbo x Reader Chpt. 15The mood on the road after that improved exponentially, with the chatter and laughter returning as you moved among dwarves happily. While you chatted with Bilbo as you did the others, after the events of the other night, you made sure to sleep a good distance away from him. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, you did, it was that you needed to keep your focus on things other than your growing feelings for your Hobbit friend. Gandalf had told you to keep an eye on the company in its entirety, not just Bilbo, and you were going to do so.
When you reached the cusp of the Misty Mountains, you pleaded with Thorin to wait for Gandalf as the mountain pass was treacherous and you had an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach but he insisted they continue. You exchanged wary looks with Balin, following the others forward as Thorin lead on. You were as alert as you could be, scanning the narrow path and your companions’ movements as well as allowing your ears to pick up even
Myshka (Bard the Bowman x Reader one shot)The sound of heavy footprints falling against the cobbled streets behind you, as you ran through a series of narrow streets trying to find your way back to the dock, told you the guards were still close on your trail. Your hand clasped firmly around your brothers as you dragged him behind you as you flew as fast your feet would carry you.
Your only crime was purchasing a loaf of bread with foreign coins. You and your family had been travelling for months now, but it had been nearly three weeks since you stopped by a town for fresh rations. You were in an area that was hostile towards your kind, then again everywhere you stopped was hostile towards your people. One hour. That was all the time your father gave you, and your brother, to buy some fresh rations. “Safety in numbers” he told you when you argued against bringing him. He was young and foolish, and just as you predicted, he got you noticed by the wrong people.
He mixed the co
Legolas X Reader - Bewildering Charm Part 6*****Past Day*****
Actions that seem so insignificant and innocent can have such horrifying consequences.
With each step you feel your faith drain, the thought of saving your sister becomes a ghostly wisp of delusion.
He would help, he must. Araliel may very well be only half of an elf. But an elf nonetheless.
She is his kin. King Thranduil would return her.
The time will come when you can embrace her tight and welcome her home.
A tear slips down your cheek without warning.
A small snarl rumbles within your throat as the realization hurtles upon you.
This was your burden to bear.
You were the foolish one that had taken the responsibility of raising a child upon yourself. Only to have those tresses of hope to burn before your very eyes into repentance.
You shake your head, you must ignore these irrational contemplations. They are a poison within your mind.
Your fingers reach up to your temples before they gently spread out. With a hand on either side, you massage delicately.