Baby Bilbo lost his way

thorin also lost …

This would make for a good story.

[ IMAGINE ] : You are an elven princess and forced into a marriage with Thorin. It is not a happy one.

[ A/N ] : Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story. The photos / gifs do not belong to me. I do not claim any copyright to them and do not own any. 📷 Mary GIF src: [X]

Another story of shattered dreams, heartache, and strangers living together. If anyone decides to write this one. Please tag me. It sounds like an epic one. Can't wait

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

A/N: Hey everyone :) This is my prologue for my first fic! I am still coming up with a title for it, and suggestions are more than welcomed. I debated doing a "Meet My OC" before I posted this, but I didn't want to give too much away ;) I really hope you guys enjoy this, thank you for reading!

The air in Estelmar carried a quiet moment of peace, a lullaby sung by the rustling leaves and the steady rhythm of the river coursing through the northern lands of Ered Luin. It was a kingdom of light and hope, a bastion of wisdom, healing, and art, ruled by the Barathir family, whose name meant "Steadfast Guardian." Their people revered them as both protectors and leaders, chosen by the Maiar themselves to safeguard a sacred artifact: Gûrhael, the Heart Protector.

The blade was unlike any other in Middle-earth. Slender and elegant, its surface gleamed with intricate engravings of vines and stars, symbols of the Barathir family’s divine connection. Etched along the blade in flowing Sindarin script were the words: "For those who heal also bear the strength to protect." It was said that Gûrhael bore a life of its own, choosing its wielder not by tradition, but by heart. For centuries, it had been passed down to the eldest child of each generation, a symbol of leadership and the unwavering duty to protect Estelmar’s people.

That was, until it chose Amicia.

She had been only thirteen. Her brother, Moridan, twenty years old, had been groomed his entire life to both wield the blade and rule over their people. He was kind, noble, and steadfast—the perfect image of a leader. Yet when the time came, Gûrhael passed him by, choosing the youngest child instead. The blade’s decision shattered the harmony of their family. For Amicia, it was an unwanted weight. For Moridan, it was a betrayal.

The day Estelmar fell began like any other. The golden light of dawn bathed the castle halls, and Amicia had been in the gardens, her mother’s gentle voice guiding her hands as she learned the art of healing. They were tending to a small bed of herbs together, Anidwyn’s hands deftly showing Amicia how to pluck the leaves without damaging the stems. “These plants give life,” Anidwyn murmured, her voice soft yet filled with purpose. “They are fragile, but in the right hands, they can mend what is broken. Remember, my love, the strength to protect lies in knowing when to heal.”

Amicia nodded earnestly, her fingers mimicking her mother’s as she worked. It was a quiet moment of learning, one that carried the weight of their family’s legacy even in its simplicity. Inside the castle, her father, Rondorin, and Moridan stood side by side in the armory, laughing as they prepared for a sparring match. Rondorin’s laughter boomed through the stone halls as he handed Moridan a wooden practice blade. “Come now, son,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye. “If you’re to wield Gûrhael one day, you must learn to defeat me first.”

Moridan grinned, the warmth in his gaze a testament to the bond between father and son. “One day, Father, I will best you. Just wait.”

Rondorin chuckled, clapping his son on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Let’s see if today’s the day.” Their laughter echoed as they began their match, the clash of wooden blades ringing out like a melody of kinship.

But the peace was short-lived. The first screams tore through the air like a cruel melody, and before Amicia understood what was happening, the castle was under siege.

She found her father first, standing tall amidst the chaos. Rondorin Barathir was a warrior as much as a king, his voice steady as he ordered the guards to secure the gates. “Find your mother, Amicia,” he told her, pressing a hand to her cheek. “And stay safe.”

She ran, her heart pounding as she weaved through the smoke-filled halls. She found her mother, Anidwyn, in the great hall, her face pale but resolute. The chaos of the siege surrounded them, and for a moment, Amicia froze, paralyzed by fear. Her mother grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. “Amicia,” she said firmly, though her voice trembled. “You have to stay strong.”

Amicia’s eyes darted around the hall, desperate for something—anything—to stop the madness. Her gaze fell on Gûrhael, resting in its place of honor near the throne. She hesitated only a moment before running to it, her trembling fingers closing around the hilt. The moment she touched it, warmth surged through her, a pulse that steadied her breathing and filled her with an unfamiliar sense of courage.

The blade felt alive in her hands, its weight both foreign and oddly comforting. She turned back to her mother, who stood frozen as an enemy advanced. Summoning every ounce of strength she had, Amicia raised the sword and stepped between her mother and the attacker. Her swing was clumsy, her stance untrained, but the blade’s power carried her strike true. She drove the assailant back, her heart pounding in her chest.

But courage was not enough. Another attacker struck from the shadows, and Amicia’s inexperience left her vulnerable. She could not stop the blade that cut down her mother, nor the cruel laughter that followed.

She fled. Smoke and ash filled her lungs as she stumbled into the forest, the sword heavy in her grip. Her tears blinded her as she ran, her mother’s screams echoing in her ears. Her frantic flight through the forest left her stumbling, her thoughts too clouded by grief and fear to notice the figure stepping into her path.

“Amicia?” Moridan’s voice was breathless, filled with relief as he stepped from the shadows. Amicia froze for a moment, disbelief and overwhelming gratitude washing over her. “Moridan!” she cried, running to him and throwing her arms around his neck. He hugged her back, his embrace warm and steady, grounding her in the chaos. For a moment, just a moment, it felt as though everything would be alright.

But then his eyes fell to the sword in her hand, and something shifted. The warmth in his embrace vanished, replaced by a cold, unyielding tension. He shoved her to the ground, his movements sharp and sudden. Relief turned to envy, envy to rage. “Why you?” he demanded, his voice breaking. “Why would it choose you?”

Amicia backed away, her heart breaking as her brother’s face twisted with fury. He lunged toward her, screaming curses, his hands outstretched to take the sword. “You ruined everything!” he bellowed, his voice raw with rage. “That blade was meant for me, Amicia! You’re nothing but a child playing at being a savior!” His words were venomous, each one cutting deeper than the last. “You don’t deserve it! Give it to me, or I’ll take it from your cold, lifeless hands!” Terrified, she turned and ran deeper into the woods, his voice chasing her into the night.

From that moment, her life was no longer her own. Gûrhael had chosen her, and with it came an obligation she neither wanted nor felt worthy of. She resented the sword, resented the weight it placed on her shoulders, and most of all, resented the loss it had brought. Her family was gone, her kingdom destroyed, and her brother’s love turned to hatred.

Years passed. At twenty-one, Amicia had become a woman shaped by loss and survival. She had retreated into hiding, far from the remnants of her people, who believed her to be dead. She avoided the weight of her title as though it were a plague. Any mention of the word “queen” ignited a simmering anger within her, a reminder of the role she had never asked for. Instead, she found solace in the simple act of healing. It gave her purpose, a way to carve out her own happiness in the lonely life she led. Through healing, she felt a flicker of the approval and love she had once sought so desperately from Moridan, though she knew deep down it would never fill the void he had left behind. Yet deep down, she still felt like the girl who had fled into the woods, crying for her brother to return to her, even as she knew he never would. Moridan was long gone, corrupted by darkness and the promises of Sauron. But Amicia could not stop chasing the faint hope of his love, even as it led her closer to danger.

And so, she carried the sword. Not for herself, but for the people who believed in it. For the family she had lost. For the hope that somewhere, somehow, she could find a way to heal the wounds of the past.

You guys are MORE than welcome to ask questions and let me know what you think! I am so proud to share this with you all :)

You've got to read this.

Mahansikhi: Part 2

Here is part 2 of Mahansikhi! (Link to Part 1). The secret that was hidden in part 1 will be revealed in here. ;)

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Estel

Word Count:  2,880

Warning(s): Angst, Durin Drama, some sexual themes, mention of night terrors, and some minor language.

Síndarin Translations:

Muin: Dear

Mell: Beloved

Khuzdul Translations:

Amrâlimê: My love / love of mine

Halwûna: Sweet One (fem.)

Lulkh: Idiot

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“It is also a precursor to more,” I paused to let the effects of my words to sink in, and to give them a chance to change the subject, “intimate actions. I can provide you with a more detailed description of what truly goes on if you so desire.” I shot a loaded sideways glance at Thorin, who was trying to hide his smirk. “What do you think, Thorin? Should we tell them about yesterday in the throne room?”

Thorin considered the subject for a moment, knowing full well that nothing of the like had ever gone on and I was merely weaving a tale.

But before he could reply, Lorelei interjected.

I recently reread this and dying to find out what happens. If possible please tag me.

An excerpt

In reality, it's just all I have written for this idea. I really like it, I just haven't developed it. This is what I have so far, let me know what you think.

Thorin x reader, everyone lives AU

Warnings: allusions to domestic violence

I wouldn't mind reading more. Maybe a happy ending.

Thorin takes a bath in a smal spring in the forest.

During the fight with the orcs he got an arrow in his leg. He was unconscious for two days after walking around all night with the arrow in his leg. Dwalin helped him remove the arrow and Bilbo to bandage his wound. When he woke up Bilbo was there, with food and a way to the spring to wash off the dirt of the journey and Bilbo is now on his way to get him Bofur's soap.

This would make a good one-shot or even a 2 part fic. If anyone decides to write this. I would love to be tagged. Thank you

Thorin Oakenshield Masterlist

Oooh this could fit for any and it shall be 🧡

You always matter

It's okay! The ice powers yes! The movie no

Modern AU

Of course!

More than a friend

bloodbuzz-smartypants said: injured/hurt Thorin being carried by Dwalin.

I really wish people would write fanfics about Thorin and Reader/OC after the quest when Erebor is reclaimed...

I want to read fics about their life's once they're married and royals and stuff🥰

About how their relationship would be after the quest, if things would change and stuff... Reader/OC becoming Fíli's and Kíli's Aunt and her relationship with Thorin's sister, Dís (I LOVE DÍS SM I WISH SHE WAS IN MORE FICS)

Would anyone be willing to write something like that?

I love this idea. 😀

If anyone knows of stories. Please tag me.

The Ties That Bind ~ Chapter Twelve

Summary: Although Erebor is his once more, Thorin knows there is still a great threat to the peace of Middle Earth. Azog is gone, but another has taken his place and has sworn to finish what Azog began. Erebor is back, but it’s sadly lacking in protection and as much as he hates the thought of it, Thorin knows there is one thing that will guarantee the safety and continuation of his line.

War is coming and all Eirlys of Mirkwood wishes to do is fight alongside her brother Legolas and the other elves, united with Men and Dwarves in their attempt to quell the renewed tensions between them and the orc army of the north. But, her father, Thranduíl has other plans. Unite his kingdom with the newly reestablished kingdom of Erebor and use the power of both to defeat the orcs.

An arranged marriage that neither side wants, but both sides need. But what happens when the two sides realize that maybe—just maybe—being together isn't quite as bad as they'd thought...

Pairing: Thorin x ofc Eirlys of Mirkwood

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.9k

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Coming Soon!

Title: All Or Nothing

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader, possibly Kili x Tauriel

Summary: Thorin goes to a fortune teller, and the psychic sees that he is destined to marry. After months of searching for a way to get into the world where his future Queen is, you both finally meet. However, you are terrified of this lunatic before you, wanting you to rule a kingdom called Erebor. You are given a choice: go with Thorin for 3 weeks and experience the kingdom yourself, and return home at any time should you wish, or lose the chance and regret it forever.

Thorin promises if you accompany him, he will not touch you or make you do anything against your will. You are given a black stone which you will cross worlds with and can use it only once more to return home…should you choose. Once it is used that final time, the gateways are sealed between worlds. Or will you say the special word ‘Oakenshield’ which breaks you from the agreement, and you become the Queen of Erebor?

Choices, questions, demon deals…Will you choose all or nothing?

Modern girl in Middle Earth. Strangers to lovers. With Thorin at the center. I'm excited to find out what happens. Who's else wants to join?

Thorin takes a bath in a smal spring in the forest.

During the fight with the orcs he got an arrow in his leg. He was unconscious for two days after walking around all night with the arrow in his leg. Dwalin helped him remove the arrow and Bilbo to bandage his wound. When he woke up Bilbo was there, with food and a way to the spring to wash off the dirt of the journey and Bilbo is now on his way to get him Bofur's soap.

Great idea for a story.

The Wormhole, Part 1

Long time no see, Tumblr friends!  To put it simply, college and real life have been my focus for these past few months and now that things are (hopefully) slowing down a bit for the summer, I hope to maybe scroll this hellsite more often than once a month.  

Writer’s block has also been defeated (for the moment) and I’ve got a fun new story in the works.  This one here is just one I’ve been sitting on for awhile.  Enjoy!  

Character Relationships:  Thorin Oakenshield x Modern!Female OC

Content Warning(s):  Mentions of manipulative behavior from an ex-boyfriend and his appearance.

Summary:  Reverse of the “Girl falls into Middle Earth” trope.  Thorin finds himself mysteriously transported to the modern world after surviving BOTFA and winds up in the care of a New York Academy of Arts teacher, Estel Cavanah.  She has no idea why this man is so incompetent with the day’s technology.  

“…And as you can see, the honey shade matches up pretty well with Nashville blue.  The darker tones cool the orange.”  I paused to glance at the clock on the other side of the room.  The neon red numbers signaled the looming end of my class period.

Or, by the way my students were shuffling in their seats and surreptitiously packing away pen and paper, perhaps it was more of a couldn’t-come-soon-enough.  

“Seeing as we are almost out of time, I’ll let you all go. See you on Friday!”  I smiled as the room immediately erupted into a flurry of movement.  The students, all eager to head home to relax at the end of a long day, feverishly packed up the last of their things and filed out of the room.  It was almost insulting how quickly they wanted to leave my class.  But I could understand their hurry; I had been a student once, and no matter how much I loved art, sometimes I couldn’t wait to get out of the classroom.

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I seem to remember reading this once. Got quite a few chapters in. I would dearly love to read more. If anyone can help. Thanks for your time

I'm finally posting my contribution to @thorinsspringforge! A very special thank you to @coconi, who partnered with me in this event, writing an ✨absolutely beautiful✨ fic, detailing the first meeting of Roäc and Thorin and their budding relationship as destined companions.🪶⚔️💙

I've linked to her fanfic above, so please check it out! And please check out the other contributions to this event for our favorite dwarf king! 💖👑

I loved this.

Chapter 2: Axe or Sword

Summary: When Smaug arrived, he not only killed the dwarves of Erebor, but he also destroyed the lives of the few who survived… whether he did it on purpose or not.After a hundred years, a part of Thorin’s past will come back to haunt him in the form of a dwarf who last knocks on the door of Bilbo Baggins’ house, resurrecting old grudges and the pain of a life no one wants to talk about. Geira, daughter of Geiri, is anything but an open book, an exiled who no one wants around, a warrior who has no one to fight for, but only an oath she must fulfil.

Relationships: Thorin x FemaleOC Rating: M Warnings: none. AO3 LINK: HERE

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Sunlight filtered through the treetops, forcing Geira to close her eyes. The day had turned out warmer than expected, and despite it being early spring, her shirt clung to her back with every step of Rosalie, her pony.

“You’re not too warm, are you, under all that fur?” Geira asked, stroking the pony’s grey mane with her fingertips.

Just read this chapter. Geira is a poor, troubled woman. Misunderstood feeling all alone in a vast world. Must go back to the beginning. Oh how I love Thorin Oakensheild

The Aftermath (CARE FOR SERIES)

Six months had passed since what was now called the Battle of the Five Armies, inked into the fresh pages of books, told by spokespeople in Dale and within the halls of Erebor. As the dwarves began to return to their mountain and build anew, celebrations began, the ale flowed and rich foods ladled over rows and rows of tables with joyful music ringing through the grand halls of the mountain.

And yet all the while, Thorin, the King to the throne of Erebor, dressed in the finest of furs and sat with food barely touched, could not find it in his heart to celebrate. Not when the woman he longed for was no longer by his side.

The days that followed the end of the war were a blur of pain. He vaguely remembered Kili calling your name from afar. 

It was only after he had substantially recovered that he was informed by his youngest nephew of what had occurred between Y/N and the dwarf who had guarded his door. He did not resist dealing the appropriate punishment to them. 

The chapter you've been waiting for.

Better Days ~ Chapter Twenty-One

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3k

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Poor Jake. Frerin is really going to stick it to that creep