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IM SORRY BUT WE WONT SURVIVE ON THE FOOD IN MIDDLE EARTH

Alright so, after looking at the food in Middle earth it does look amazing BUT I WONT BE ABLE TO EAT MY NOODLES OR RICE!! Like I love my po-tat-oes but I can only eat so many until I have had my fill for the week. And let me not even get started on seasoning, Middle earth is based on Europe with a lot of similarities and differences but one small problem with this..... we got OUR SPICES from ancient Egyptian, Chinese, and Indian cultures so what do you my dear readers think the food in Middle earth tastes like? Pepper is going to become hot and salt the new sweet BECAUSE SUGAR IS ALSO FROM ASIA....

But just imagen coming from our world tasting a dish from Lord Elrond or someone else that is an important person and smack talk them for calling pepper spicy. You are going to be standing there and ask if you can make something for yourself cus this shit was so bland and boring. (Spoiler you are going to invent spices right then and there and become super rich and famous, Smaug can go and cry in a corner cus u wont be needing his treasure)

idk if middle earth has valentine, probably not, but if they DONT imagine asking ur one to be your valentine and they just DONT GET WHAT YOU MEAN😭😭 Like what do you mean valentine? What is a valentine? Valentines day? What is that? Why are you making that face? Did I say something wrong?

After explaining what it is they just think it is the sweetes thing <3

OK BUT A MODERN FASHION GIRLY IN MIDDLE EARTH

Just imagen you packing for a trip or smt with all ur makeup, clothes and accessories then you all of a sudden when u just closed the bag u end up falling down in the middle of the road in front of either Thorin's company or the fellowship. They end up taking you with them cus somehow everyone is a gentleman and when its time to either celebrate or eat somewhere nice (Rivendell or Rohan for example) you wip out you makeup bag and the nicest/most flattering clothing pice you can find. THE WAY THEIR JAWS DROP WHEN THEY SEE YOU WHEN YOU "TRY" TO LOOK GOOD- BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL,AMAZING, STUNNING!!!!

EVERYONE WONDERS AND YOU END UP TELLING THEM EVERYTHING FROM WHERE TO APPLY CONCEALER, BEST BLUSH PLACEMENT, HOW COLOR THEORY ALSO APPLY DO DRESSING YOURSELF, WHAT LOOKS BEST ON WHAT BODY TYPE AND ALL THE DIFFIRENT AESTHETICS :D

They have a dad. Vili.

They are to my mind:

Princes Fili and kili of the line of Durin. Sons of Dis of the line of Durin. Heir and steward prince of Azsâlul'abad

Normally it would run to most peoples agreement that they would be sons of their father but because of Vilis commoner status (and don’t due to his death) it is seem as acceptable for them to take their mothers name in their titles as she is the member of the line of Durin.

Though I imagine in situations where they don’t want to be known they would be introduced as ‘sons of Vili’

it always catches me off guard when i see people use Durin as a stand-in last name for Fíli and Kíli. it’s not necessarily a pet peeve, but i’m still like ‘hmmm feels wrong’. so now im curious:

Can i reblog this 7 trillion times? This is the cutestestest thing ever. (No composure. I just woke up)

More family shenanigans...

Bilbo has no concept of what he’s doing.

Normally it would be very scandalous indeed to touch another dwarrows hair but in the eyes of the party the two brothers were not much more then peddles and so it was actually comforting to see someone taking care of them.

Bilbo say combing through Kilis hair very, very carefully. Sectioning it and starting at the ends because every single tug made the young prince yelp pitifully… Fili had less patience for this game and Thorin had less still so it was understandable to Bilbos mind that the boy was somewhat jumpy about his hair, remembering his own hair being raked through before bed as a fauntling.

Braiding back the princes hair with two plats that met at the back of his head with one leather tie and a bead above it, Bilbo thought he’d done rather a handsome job, Kili sat up and did a spin, showing his brother who nodded approvingly.

Dori sat with Balin across the camp watching with amused smiles.. it made the two brothers seem so young to be cared for in such a way, their smiles turned into muffled laughter as they looked over that their grumpy kings unreadable expressions.

Thorin didn’t know what to think, on the one had he was glad that his nephews were being cared for, on the other he thought bitterly that that was he and Dis’s job and on the other he might have felt slightly jealous but dwarves only have two hands so that last one was the thought he tried to ignore.

Later that evening the camp was still, a few of the party were still half awake having a drink around the fire when Thorin took a deep breath and stood, enough ale in his system to make him slightly braver then he had the right to be. He walked over to Bilbo who was sitting on a log over looking the valley, his pipe in his hand.

Thorin sat beside him, a thick fingered hand resting on the small round shoulder of the hobbit. Thorin was always shocked on the few accessions he had touched the hobbit to feel how small he truely was.

The king cleared his throat.

“Thank you… For looking after them” he nodded to the princes who lay a few meters away, kili laying half on top of his snoring brother like a two man dog pile.

Bilbo looked at the hand on his shoulder then back out at the valley, exhaling a smoke ring “The more time I spend with those two.. the more I realize how young they are… Forgive me for this Thorin but… You shouldn’t have brought them”

Thorin sucked in a breath. His eyes falling to his lap “No… I shouldn’t have…”

Bilbo smiled sadly “come.. You’re worse then Kili, sit down and I’ll brush your hair too”

Thorin thanked Mahal one hundred times that it was dark and his burglar couldn’t see the redness of his cheeks as he sunk down between the Hobbits thighs, staring at a boulder across the valley like it would crack open and reveal a second arkenstone if he glared hard enough… until the Hobbits clever fingers began to unbraid his hair, treating it as gently as he did Kili’s… then all he could do was close his eyes and try to hold in most of the groan of satisfaction that rumbled in his chest.

Let's be honest, Bilbo does too much of what is considered vulgar or flirting in Thorin's culture. And he's going to die of embarrassment soon.

Fili and kili are babysitting but Fili has a mind to call it ‘baby bothering’ as Kíli takes great joy is teasing and fibbing to his littlest cousin when big bad Thorin isn’t around to protect his dwobbit son from his nonsense. But Frodo has all of Bilbos smarts and Thorins temper and has caught on to Kili’s games and learnt some very colorful gestures in the process.

(Though he may have learnt that particular one from Bilbo)

He’s not judging he’s just…. Seeing how this plays out

A very silly wip

Do you head canon Fíli and Kíli bring trans?

Thoughts?

Saw someone else doing their Thorin headcanons so here are my Bilbo ones:

-Bilbo treats fili and kili like they’re children, this pleased thorin very much as he also sees them as wee pebbles

-Bilbo scolds all the young members of the party and they all stand there with their heads down mumbling apologies

-Thorin is mildy disturbed by the power Bilbo wields and often wonders how someone so paternal is not yet a father

-when the party finds out Bilbos actual age the entire party dynamic implodes for about three hours while they try to figure who this adult looking baby is on a quest with them and why Gandalf would do this to a child.

-Bilbo has to stand on a rock and explain to them that he is nearing in middle aged and is in fact a very respectable adult hobbit and not a dwarven child

-Kili starts calling Bilbo ‘baby boggins’ but when Bilbo catches him he very quickly rescinds this nickname for the sake of his ears while Bilbo will often pinch when he acts up.

-Bilbo brushed Fili and Kilis hair regularly, especially right before they arrive in any town or settlement (He’s pretty sure Kíli hissed at him once tho)

-Bilbo consoles Kili who is, by dwarven standards a wee bit of an uggo that his is very attractive by human standards and he shouldn’t feel bad, stating that is he were more clean shaven and cut his hair he would make a handsome hobbit (Thorin is appalled and begs his stupid impressionable nephew to not cut his hair)

-Fili likes Bilbo brushing his hair, unlike kili and often closes his eyes and has a little nap while the hobbit works

-Bilbo is confused why he can’t rebraid the boys hair, stating he used to braid his female friends hair when he was a sprout and the whole company is appalled that their sweet hobbit is such a scandalous little thing, courting so many women

A little slice of a fic im working on

Post the Battle. It’s a nobody dies/everyone lives, Dw I wouldn’t hurt you all like that.

“How are you feeling, my boy?” Bilbo asked after a drawn out pause.

“Fucking terrible,” Kili groaned, his voice labored and raspy as though he wasn’t getting quit enough air, “Like I've been run over by an oliphant.”

“I'll bet… oh my bravest boys,” Bilbo heaved himself onto the bed edge and wrapped his arms around the raven-haired Durin son, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost all of you. Please don't ever scare me like this again. My heart can't take it, Kili, it really can't.” He wept.

Kili did his best to hug the hobbit to his side, his bruised fingers curling against the back of bilbos coat, the dwarfs somber expression made him look so much like his uncle that Bilbos' heart clenched painfully, and he hiccuped, holding the boy's bruised face in his hands “I am so proud of you” he kissed Kilis forehead.

Kili bumped his forehead against Bilbo’s in response, and they held there, sharing breath for a moment, eyes closed before Bilbo pulled away, gently pushing the boy's hair back out of his face. When Kili's eyes finally opened, they were glassy with tears.

“Please rest, my brave boys.” He reached down and pushed the hair out of Fili's sleeping face. They both suddenly looked so small in his eyes, so wounded and afraid.. it aches Bilbos heart, made his throat painful and tight and his eyes sting.

Kili sunk into the bed with a wince and rested his head against his brothers. Bilbo helped cover them up to their chests with a heavy fur blanket and kissed them again on the forehead, vowing to return as soon as they asked. Kili nodded, closing his eyes

By the Valar I will keep making Bagginsheild art until I physically can’t anymore

Frodo, Thorin, fili and kili exist solely to bother Bilbo now that there is no war to wage.

They think three hours of training entitled then to scones (they’re right and Bilbo is making them some! )

I should be frolicking in a field with Kili and Fili, not watching a kid that isn't mine 🫠😔✊️

Bilbo smells like sweet pipe weed grown in his family garden for generations and apple tarts heavy with cinnamon and brown sugar--like home

Thorin smells like coal fire--he works in forges all the time and the smell just never can get out of his clothes or hair

Fili smells like lavender and thyme once they're no longer on the run--he takes pride in keeping himself clean and takes comfort in the herbal scents

Kili smells like pine and sprucewood--more elf than dwarf, he's always in the forests, exploring and climbing and getting sap all over himself

Balin smells like paper and gentle, pleasant tobacco smoke--a librarian and aide to the bone (or nose!)

Dwalin smells like rock--sharp iron, axe blades and whetstones

Bofur smells like linen-scented cotton and soft wood--he's a toymaker before he's a miner

(No Bifur sorry)

Bombur just somehow always smells like cake, vanilla to be exact--it's a rich but deep scent and it doesn't leave even if he's been on the road for months

Nori smells like sharp grease and oil--no valid reason tbh

Dori smells like cherry blossoms and white wine --no one knows how he manages that

Ori smells like paper too--but you can also smell how much chalk and charcoal dust he ends up with at the end of a long day of sketching

Óin smells like a sharp, pungent but not unpleasant mixture of several different types of herbs and poultices--and the polished leather bag he carries them in

Glóin is happily married and off limits for these types of fics but I'll tell you anyway--he smells like peat moss and a bit of bergamot

Elrond smells like candle wax, sage, and dust--not unpleasant dust, just the kind that is drawn to things ancient and worth dusting off

Lindir smells like water that runs over smooth beds of rocks, coupled with a light bit of lily

Thranduil smells like a king ("a proper one," he would probably sneer)--like rich, dark wood and brandy and the sweet smell of pastries that indicate decadence, but not so much to be gaudy

Legolas smells like undergrowth and his own special musk (he's always moving and doing) masked by a sort of bourbon-scented special cologne--you could describe it as charred oak and syruped cherries

Calling all The Hobbit lovers!

Everyone I need some help! So you know how in stories people always describe their love interests smell, like fresh linen and strawberries or smoke, clove and oranges, well I want to hear what smell you would associate with Fili and Kili? (And the rest of the company or that matter) would they smell sharp like a citrus? Soft like lavender? What?

I want to see what different people think and how they interpret the characters!

Reblog and tell me what you think they and any others in the hobbit (dwarf, hobbit and elf alike) would smell like!

What if Thorin was really fine and he didn't pass away and he just took a long nap and he and Bilbo got married and Fili and Kili survived and were only pretending and what if I wasn't going insane? What then?

Cherry Blossoms: Fili x Y/N- Fili POV

Word Count: 1092, I think

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, FLUFF, all the fluff!!!

A/N: I loved writing this one and getting a different view from my general Kili x readers that I do on google docs. Btw this is my first time posting one soooo it might be kinda cringey. Plz let me know in the notes if there's anything I should work on!

The sun dipped below the peaks of the Misty Mountains, casting long shadows across the emerald green meadow. I sat beneath a magnificent cherry blossom tree, its branches heavy with delicate pink blossoms. The weight of the crown, newly forged, surprisingly heavy on my brow. Erebor was ours, reclaimed from the dragon's clutches, but a strange emptiness gnawed at me, a yearning for something more than gold and the weight of kingship.

I thought of y/n, her laughter echoing in the halls of Rivendell, the way her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, would light up when she spoke of Elvish lore. I, the warrior, had found myself drawn to her quiet strength, to the way her mind seemed to devour knowledge with an insatiable hunger.

I imagined evenings spent poring over dusty tomes, our voices a low murmur in the firelight. Long walks beneath a canopy of stars, our conversation meandering through history, myth, and the mysteries of the world. The thought of such a life… it wasn't just a dream, it was a faint, impossible hope. A hope that quickly flickered, remembering Thorin's stern disapproval of such… distractions. Thorin, ever the king, believed my focus should be solely on rebuilding Erebor, on forging strong alliances, on ensuring the dwarves' prosperity. Romance, in Thorin's eyes, was a luxury for lesser men.

A rustle in the tall grass startled me. I drew my sword, my hand instinctively reaching for the hilt, before I recognized the figure emerging from the shadows. It was y/n.

Her face was pale, etched with a weariness that mirrored my own. But her eyes, those stormy seas, held a flicker of something I couldn't quite name - perhaps concern, perhaps something more. "Fili," she breathed, her voice a whisper.

Time seemed to slow. The setting sun, the rustling grass, even the distant murmur of the river faded into the background. There, before me, stood the woman who had haunted my thoughts.

"Y/n," I replied, my voice rough with surprise. "What brings you here?"

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I… I heard whispers of your victory. And I… I wanted to see you."

A strange warmth spread across my face, a fragile hope blooming in the desolate landscape of my grief. The journey had been arduous, but we had survived. Perhaps this was not the end of our journey, but a new beginning. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was still beauty to be found in the world. I quickly pushed away the thought of Thorin's disapproval. My own happiness mattered.

I gestured towards the space beside me beneath the cherry blossom tree. "Come, sit."

As she moved closer, a shower of delicate pink petals fell around us like snow. I noticed the way my cloak brushed against her arm, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through me. It wasn't the cold that made me shiver. It was something else entirely.

I watched as she sat, her eyes drawn to the distant peaks, a thoughtful expression gracing her lips. The setting sun cast a golden glow on her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheek and the way her hair, the color of spun moonlight, shimmered in the fading light. Petals from the cherry blossom tree rained down around us, creating a magical, ethereal atmosphere.

"It is beautiful here," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"Indeed," I agreed, my gaze fixed on her. "Erebor is beautiful, but sometimes… sometimes it feels too grand, too imposing."

She turned to me, a curious expression in her eyes. "And what do you seek, Fili? In this vast kingdom?"

I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the yearning that had been growing within me. "Peace," I finally admitted, "and… and something more."

I saw a flicker of understanding in her eyes, a mirroring of the emotions that swirled within me. The silence that followed was not awkward, but rather a comfortable hush, filled with unspoken words and shared glances.

Emboldened by the growing intensity of her gaze, I leaned closer. The scent of cherry blossoms and spring filled the air. I could feel her breath on my face, warm and soft. I longed to close the distance between us, to feel her lips brush against my own.

And then, I did. I leaned in, my eyes closed, and pressed my lips to hers. It was a fleeting touch, a tentative exploration, but it ignited a fire within me.

But before I could respond, a voice boomed through the meadow, "Fili! What in Durin's beard are you doing?!"

Kili, his face a mixture of shock and amusement, stood a short distance away, his hands on his hips. The moment was shattered. I pulled back, my face flushed. I looked from Kili to y/n, her cheeks tinged with a blush that rivaled the sunset.

Kili, ever the mischievous one, grinned. "Found yourself a sweetheart, brother?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

I, flustered, could only stammer, "Kili! You… you startled me."

She managed a small smile. "It seems we were… interrupted," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Kili, ever the observer, raised an eyebrow. "Seems like it. Well, I'll let you two lovebirds get back to, well, you know what." He winked, then turned and strode away, whistling a jaunty tune.

I watched him go, a mixture of annoyance and amusement washing over me. I turned back to y/n, my face still flushed. "I… I apologize," I stammered. "Kili has a… tendency to appear at inopportune moments."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling.

I leaned in again, my eyes searching hers. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense, a yearning expressed in a single, passionate movement. I tasted the sweetness of her lips, the faint scent of wildflowers in her hair.

She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

She noticed a piece of hair in front of my ear. She smiled caringly and swept the hair behind my ear. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and my breath stifled. "What's wrong?" she said anxiously. "Do you really not know?" I smiled at her with a small smirk in a slightly surprised way. "Know what?" she asked. "How sensitive and delicate a dwarf's ears are." I said. "O-Oh!" she said. "I'm so sorry, I didn't-" she began to stress. "No, no, it's alright." I said reassuringly. I slowly leaned in towards her, getting lost in her lovely, e/c eyes.

I gently brushed my lips against hers, a slow, tender kiss that deepened as I lost myself in the sensation of her lips against mine. I tasted the sweetness of her breath, the faint scent of wildflowers in her hair.

She sighed softly against my lips, her hands finding their way to my shoulders, pulling me closer still. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises, a declaration of love whispered on the breeze.

However, she now knew the thing about dwarves, and she caressingly stroked my ear before running her hands through my hair. I freely moaned into her mouth, and I could feel a grin forming on her lips. I pulled away slowly. "I love you, Amralime." I said sweetly. "I love you too."