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Hello there! Did you really think I wouldn't participate in this ask game? Well, here I am, and of course, this is about Thorin😂 😈
One thing about myself: I love books, and more importantly, I love talking about books with just about anyone (as if you didn't know that lol)! Basically I'm just a bid old nerd who wants some cuddles while reading together.
I'm a sucker for forbidden love (again, shocker, right?) but this time let's go with friends to lovers. Gimme all the fluff!
And my chosen au is the au that's not actually an au because we all know the Durins survived, aka everybody lives au!
Why hello there, stranger! 💙 Did you really think I'd forget about your ask? Not a chance!
First of all...
(Sorry about the delay though. The heatwave is killing me.)
And now, let's get down to business 🥳🎈🎁 This is both the Imagine Ask Game imagine (💞 - Friends to Lovers with Thorin) and my newest fic for the Armitage Summer Splash event so I hope you'll excuse me the almost-a-fic-but-a-bit-like-an-imagine general style of the story.
WEEK 4 - PROMPT 28
Here are the tarot cards for your ask:
And here is the prompt:
WEEK 4 - PROMPT 28
Trope: Dream Quote: “Let’s skip to the good part.” Image: link
Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf OFC (The Hobbit) Rating: G Wordcount: 4165
You can find this fic on AO3.
Khuzdul: Amrâlimê - my love
Smaug was dead and Erebor was being restored. Leaving Ered Luin and moving to your homeland was like stepping into a fairy tale. You were born in exile, but your grandmother told you many amazing tales about the true home of your clan. When the time came and Thorin Oakenshield reclaimed the Lonely Mountain, you and your family joined a caravan and headed east.
When you arrived in Erebor, you instantly fell in love with the place. It was even better than your grandmother’s stories. Luckily, your family’s old home wasn’t overly damaged, so you started your new life fairly quickly after moving back in.
As a serious book-lover, you had one dream: to become a librarian. Since your grandmother used to be one of the librarians under the Mountain back in her day, she had taught you all you needed to know to become one. She was too old to return to her former work, but her recommendation along with your earlier work experience in a cosy little bookshop in the Blue Mountains made it possible for you to work at the Great Library of Erebor.
In the beginning, the job meant mostly cleaning up the mess Smaug left and trying to rescue the damaged books or at least copy their content before their frail parchment pages perished forever. You often stayed up late at night, trying to decipher faded runes on the yellowed pages of yet another ancient volume, but it was worth it. So what if half of the time you actually spent on reading books instead of mending or sorting them? You had always made sure to finish the most urgent tasks before treating yourself to another chapter of “Brok The Barbarian” or “The Wuthering Red Mountains” or “The Haunted Manor of Mirkwood”. Well, almost. Sometimes Mistress Gudrun, the head librarian, would find you surrounded by a heap of books you had been sorting all morning with one of them in your lap as you devoured its contents. It was completely not your fault. That book simply happened to open of its own accord—by accident—on a very interesting page. Mistress Gudrun would shake her head with a chuckle and then leave you be. She knew you were one of the most passionate of her apprentices, even if rather easily distracted. But some things could not be helped. Besides, you reminded her of her younger self a little bit.
One night you were still at the library, finishing the task of cataloguing the “Art of War” section when you heard a suspicious noise. A sound of a door being unlocked and opened. And it was not just any door – it was the side door that was only used by the staff to enter and leave the library at any time through a conveniently placed tunnel. It even had a sign: “NO UNAUTHORISED PERSONNEL”.
Then you heard slow, heavy steps. They didn’t sound like any of your colleagues’ steps. What if it was a thief?! You grabbed the heaviest tome you could find and stalked towards that door. In the flickering light of the library lamps, you saw a shadow of a movement ahead of you. Without thinking, you gathered your courage and attacked the supposed burglar with the leather-bound tome. That would teach them not to steal!
The book hit something hard. You heard an “Oof!” and then your priceless weapon was torn out of your hands before you could react. You blinked and your mouth fell open at the large silhouette in front of you. In the faint light you saw none other than your king, the legendary Thorin II Oakenshield. You recognized him, of course, you’d seen him in the Blue Mountains many times before, but never from such a close distance. He stood there, tall and proud, with his dark locks majestically flowing down his shoulders… and massaged his arm with a frown on his face. “Do you assault all the visitors who come here to read?” he uttered an irritated growl.
You swallowed. You had just attacked your king. You hoped that the infamous dungeons of Erebor weren’t as full of hungry giant cave rats as the rumours said. After muttering apologies to your king, you explained the situation and, to your surprise, heard his explanation in turn. He was in need of some light reading after a long day and this entrance to the library was the closest one to the royal chambers. And, of course, he had the key. He was the king of this mountain, after all!
THIS IS SO CUTE 😭 😭😭😭😭
requested by the lovely @tolkien-fantasy !
Faramir
Faramir would be caring and compassionate but also let you still run your own life. Faramir would take care of you and he’s a good cook that would make the foods that made you feel the best all the time. He knows what it’s life to struggle and be overlooked, even in a different way, and so he’d always pay attention to what you wanted. He’d be there to help you on bad days and enjoy getting to live life with you on any day, because he loved you that much.
Eowyn
Eowyn understands fighting yourself and also struggling to keep up with others. She would encourage you to push yourself but above all prioritize taking care of you. She take you on adventures and know when you needed to rest, but still be able to see the world. although make sure someone else is doing the cooking! (Eomer wouldn’t doom you to that torment)
Dwalin
Dwalin would always be there to protect and take care of you. But he’d also train you to fight, on days you were able to move well, still always watching you to make sure you were okay. Because Dwalin knows how much being independent means to you.
Fíli
As the heir to the throne, Fíli knows a lot about responsibility. But he also knows a lot about love and compassion, which is why he’s such an amazing partner for you. With Fíli you learn about the world and it’s people, sometimes spending nights curled up together with books as he asks for your advice and you learn together. He cares for you because he loves you and knows how important you are not just to him but also to Erebor (and to the elves, for without your level-headed-ness around Erebor’s crown prince negotiations would be much more difficult).
Sam
Sam fell in love with you because he could see the strength inside you, even in the body that sometimes failed you. You kept him company while he cooked and tended to his garden, sitting in your favorite chair that he’d put wheels on so that it could go wherever you did. And small, thoughtful gestures like that happened all the time with Sam. He cooked all your favorite foods just to make you happy and on your birthday every year he trimmed his garden into some sweet message.
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Here is the newest Thorin Oakenshield fic for the Armitage Summer Splash event :) Watch out for angst!
WEEK 3 - PROMPT 15
Trope: Arranged marriage Quote: “How can you possibly think that?”
Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x OC Rating: G
You can find this fic on AO3.
You take in the beauty of the Misty Mountains. Their perfect reflection in the water. Their silent, eternal presence.
This is supposed to be the best time of your life. You have just wedded none other than Thorin Oakenshield and now you are travelling with him to the legendary Erebor. This Dwarf is not only a great king and a brave warrior, but also an honourable person. And his looks make maidens swoon. Many would do anything in order to trade places with you, become his wife — and a queen. And you would gladly take them up on their offer. If you could have it your way, you would have married someone else.
Heavy steps interrupt your musings. Quickly, you brush away a stray tear and turn towards the sound. It is him. The one you are to call “my lord husband” from now on, whether you like it or not. You close your eyes for a moment and see the smiling face of your beloved, the one you have always dreamed of addressing lovingly as your husband. Now, you never will. You will never wake up next to him and look into his cornflower eyes. You will never see how he teaches your first child to walk. You will never kiss him again nor braid his golden hair. And you will have to withstand the torture of seeing him every day — with his new wife.
“It is time we moved out, my lady wife. If the weather is good, we may arrive at the banks of Anduin tonight,” the King Under the Mountain says. His voice is like a distant rumble of a storm.
“Of course,” you nod and start walking towards the horses and your escort.
“I know you did not wish for this marriage to happen.” His words make you stop in your tracks. “And I respect that. But it is done. I would like to assure you that I will try my best to be a good husband to you.”
That word again. Husband.
“I see,” you look at the iron toe caps of your boots.
A sea of silence grows between you. You hear his voice again. It’s oddly distant, as if he stood on the opposite shore.
“I hope that in time I can earn your respect as well. Or any other feelings beyond…”
“How can you possibly think that?” you interrupt. “Can you not see I do not love you and I never will?!”
Thorin Oakenshield, your lord husband, looks at you with a furrowed brow, making you think of an ancient sculpture chiselled by an artist. Cold and soulless.
“Are you certain, my lady? Many couples like us find…”
“Can you not see? There is no ‘us’ and there never will be! I gave my heart to Fili, not you!”
The name of the king’s nephew echoes against the granite mountain slopes long after you have left Mirrormere behind.
Riding behind your husband, you never see how that very name extinguished a spark in his eyes.
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This crushed me 😢
A.N: Sooooo. Sat down to write something new and ended up finishing part one of a fic I’ve been planning since August of last year. And don’t worry- there’s only two more parts both of which are outlined so I should be able to get them done fast! Anyways this was something I started almost a year ago just because I saw a picture of a dress on Pinterest and wanted to work it into a fic lol. And also because I want to celebrate Aragorn! Enjoy and part 2 will be up soon!
Word Count: 1,132
Pairing: Aragorn x Reader, Faramir x Eowyn
Summary: Aragorn surprises you with a plan.
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A Queen in Body, Mind, and Spirit Part I
You turned the corner, arm hooked around Legolas’, speaking softly as you strolled along the battlements. It was three months after the Battle at the Black Gate, mid-June, to be exact, and Minas Tirith was starting to resemble its old glory. Two months after Aragorn’s coronation, the help sent by the dwarven kingdoms and the elven-king had departed a few days previous, and you were enjoying the view of a slightly less crowded city. You’d also never say this to Legolas, but it smelled better without the elves. Or maybe that was without the dwarves? Either way, it smelled better.
“Y/N! Legolas!” Faramir cried out to you, Eowyn walking with him.
You stopped and waited for them, smiling as you greeted your friends.
“What brings the two of you up here?” You linked arms with Faramir as Legolas talked to Eowyn.
He blushed. “We’re planning our wedding! Eowyn wanted to scout out the battlements for a spot. And, actually, while on the subject, why haven’t you told me that you and Aragorn are betrothed?”
“What?!” You stopped, looking up at the man in pure confusion.
Eowyn and Legolas turned around to see your shocked face.
“What’s happening?” Eowyn looked bemused, Faramir even more so.
“Nothing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go talk to my fiance.” You stomped off, the two humans still looking confused while Legolas smirked in the background.
“Aragorn!” You marched into the room, furious. “Get your ass back in here right now!”
He paused, one foot out the window with a confused, slightly terrified expression.
“Why?”
“Because Faramir just congratulated me on our betrothal?!! What did you do?”
He stepped back into the room and nervously scratched his head. “Oh yeah. I... might have told people we were betrothed.”
“I gathered that! My only question is why?”
“Welllll, because the council keeps pressuring me to get married. But I don’t want to, yet. I’ve been king for a little more than a month, and there’s still so much to do. Just, please go along with it? For a little while?”
You weren’t impressed. The disapproving look on your face conveyed everything you didn’t say.
“Please? Y/N, come on. It’ll help me out, and I know the pressure on you to get married hasn’t exactly been light, either. The council’s cracking down on both of us, me as the King and you as a hero of the war. If we get betrothed it’ll solve both of our problems!”
You sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Thank you so much, Y/N. You won’t regret this!”
You smiled at the boyish grin on his face, the one that you hadn’t seen in so long. Turning to leave, you grinned at him over your shoulder.
“I am expecting lots of kingly betrothal gifts.”
His groan followed you out the door.
That night, you paced back and forth in your rooms, wringing your hands.
“What do I do, Legolas?! I’m not a queen, I don’t look like a queen, and now I have to stand in front of all these people, lots of whom are my very dear friends, and tell that I’ll be a queen!”
“Just act, Y/N! Act like a queen! It’s not hard, I can help you.”
“I know you can help me get better at it in the future, but we’re announcing it officially at a banquet in thirty minutes! I can’t learn to act like a queen in thirty minutes!”
You were twisting your thumbs in that way you always did when nervous, and you could feel the pit in your stomach growing and growing.
Legolas rose from where he had sprawled on your bed, walking over and setting his hands on your shoulders, holding you steady and looking you in the eyes.
“First of all, you’ve certainly dressed the part.”
That was true. Aragorn had sent you an exquisite dress for the occasion. The bodice was orange, with golden thread lining the neckline and the tops of the flowy sleeves that fastened right below your shoulders, leaving the shoulders themselves bare. The orange darkened down the skirt until at the hem it was a dark red, almost burgundy. The same gold thread used on the bodice was intricately embroidered as small dragons along the hem of the dress. These were matched by the golden dragon necklace hanging in the deep v-neck of the dress, and the golden crown of flames adorning your head. The effect was completed with a shimmering fiery red cape, pinned at your shoulders and sweeping its way after you on the floor. It was not heavy, and didn’t look it- just gave you an extra air of regality.
“Yes, but do you think it’s too much?”
You spun, trying to catch a clear glimpse of your reflection.
“It’s not too much, Y/N. You look like a queen. You’ll do great,” Legolas told you.
You took a deep breath. “Yes. I’ll do great. I’ll act like a queen.”
He smiled at you, stepping out the door. “You got this.”
You smiled back at him as the door closed, taking another deep breath before opening it and making your way along the cold, empty hallway to Aragorn’s rooms. No one had gotten around to decorating this area yet, so it was rather bleak. But you didn’t mind- it just made you get outside more, which was a good thing!
Pausing in front of Aragorn’s door, you took a deep breath and knocked.
He opened it quickly.
“Y/N! Good, let’s head- Whoa.”
His mouth was hanging open and he was blushing.
You smirked. “Like my outfit?”
Aragorn swallowed, audibly. “Ummmmm, yes! Yes, I very much do. Y-you look great!”
As he shuffled his feet, you got the chance to take in his chosen attire. Although, by the looks of it, Legolas had dressed him. The king wasn’t very good at color schemes, even though he’d done very well with your dress.
Aragorn was the perfect contrast to you. While your dress was lit like the sun in fiery reds and oranges, Aragorn was calm like the moon, in a navy blue tunic with silver embroidery on the sleeves. The grey pants he wore were rather dull, but it didn’t matter, because he had a sweeping, sparkling black cloak trailing behind him, only overshadowed by the gleaming silver placed on his head.
If you were the sun, Aragorn was the night sky.
And as you gazed at him, your jaw dropped.
It was suddenly Aragorn’s turn to smirk, as, with suddenly regained confidence, he offered you his arm.
“Shall we head to dinner, my Lady?”
You promptly snapped your mouth shut and took his arm, both steadfastly not looking at each other as you walked the way to the hall.
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First of all this is so cute 😭✋🏻
Second of all the dress sounds so pretty I need it
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Honestly this is actually low-key kinda true I'll take it 😌
Because I'm in a writing slump and can't find any motivation to write fics on my own, I figured I would re-open my requests to see if maybe it would help!
If you decide to send one, make sure to read my Request Rules before. Here is a list of the fandoms and characters I'm willing to write for:
Can't wait to get your requests!! I'll make sure to notify you if I have any issue with it.
Me: I'll write today.
Also me: *does everything but writing*
Honestly it's not even funny it's been months since I've written 😭
this is so dumb haha but im SO confused.. I watched skz's domino performance from 5 months ago and hyunjins back to his short hair??? All of them look different lol I can't keep up
I have barely been keeping up with anything nowadays. If it's on social media then I'm barely keeping up oof. I'm slowly starting to come back to reality tho 😪
Have you seen chans blue hair though? It looks so good.
it's so hard to keep up w kpop stuff haha,, im still stuck in enhypens drunk dazed and fever era, but they have so many other new songs/albums now too..same w txt and skz lol I can't believe skzs gods menu came out 2 yes ago
DUDE SAME like I've been stuck on fever, drunk-dazed, and give-taken that I've forgotten there are new ones. And don't even get me started on gods menu. I feel old just thinking about how long it came out.
