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“Unnoticed love?” PT1

Being the only girl in the company was undoubtedly challenging, especially as a hobbit. The dwarves had never encountered a hobbit lass before, and they initially hesitated to let Y/n join the journey, fearing she would slow them down with their preference for comfort, specific meal times, and plumper physiques compared to other races. However, Y/n's unwavering determination eventually won them over. She vividly recalled the events that led to their acceptance.

The moon bathed the Shire in its ethereal glow, casting a beautiful blue tint upon the ground. Y/n observed Bilbo cooking and preparing tea for both of them.

"I apologize for missing tea this morning. A wizard tried to recruit me for an adventure, but I declined," Bilbo said, placing a cup of tea in front of Y/n. The sweet aroma wafted towards her face. Bilbo knew exactly how she liked her tea, with a touch of cream and plenty of sugar.

"No need to worry, Bo. I witnessed the interaction on my way to the market," Y/n replied, lifting the cup and taking a small sip, her laughter escaping as she did.

"What's so amusing?" Bilbo asked, curiosity evident in his voice. "Oh, just the expression on your face when you went inside. It's not every day one sees a displeased Bilbo, unless it involves those Sackville-Baggins," Y/n chuckled, picking up one of the sweet treats Bilbo had prepared and taking a bite.

The two of them often shared meals together, almost like a tradition, which had led some of the other hobbits to speculate about their romantic involvement. However, Y/n knew deep down that her feelings were unrequited, despite her yearning for more. If only she could see the way Bilbo looked at her.

Their comfortable silence was shattered by a loud, insistent knocking on the door, startling both hobbits. "Were we expecting company?" Y/n placed her pastry down and stood up. "I don't believe so," Bilbo replied, joining her. He approached the door, hesitant about turning anyone away. What if they needed help? Taking a deep breath, he grasped the doorknob and opened the door. A dwarf stood before them, his features highlighted by the moon's glow, giving his beard a bluish undertone.

"Dwalin, at your service," the dwarf introduced himself, bowing and eyeing both hobbits. The interaction was awkward as he barged in and helped himself to some food, leaving the hobbits dumbfounded. "I guess what they say about dwarves is true," Y/n huffed, observing him devour their food.

Before long, more dwarves arrived, including Balin, the brother of the first dwarf, and two brothers named Fili and Kili. The wizard himself also made an appearance, followed by a swarm of dwarves stumbling over each other as they entered.

Y/n found amusement in watching their squabbles as they struggled to regain their footing. One dwarf tipped his hat and winked at her. "Bofur," he introduced himself, extending his hand, which Y/n shyly shook. "Y/n, a pleasure," she replied in a soft, cautious voice. Bofur placed his other hand on top of hers, grinning. This gesture did not go unnoticed.

The situation escalated when the group began singing, resulting in chaos. They clanged silverware together, tossed food, and spilled wine everywhere. It was a spectacle that surely alerted the neighbors. Y/n attempted to catch plates, while Bilbo desperately tried to prevent further damage, including potential plumbing disasters.

Now in the kitchen, washing the dishes, a young dwarf named Ori approached Y/n. She smiled, looking at his bashful face, as he handed her a plate. "Thank you, Master Dwarf," she said graciously.

Since that fateful night, Y/n found herself surrounded by the dwarves. Initially, there was tension due to her outburst with Thorin, but she felt more at ease with the others. When she wasn't conversing with Bilbo, she would engage in discussions with Bofur or Balin. Bilbo observed from a distance, his stomach churning with a sense of neglect. He couldn't quite pinpoint whether it was jealousy or anger, but he despised the feeling. He would watch Y/n return from the river, her wet hair clinging to her face, her flushed cheeks after a battle, or her cheeks puffing out when she ate. Observing her lick her lips only heightened his desire.

"Are you alright, Master Burglar?" Fili nudged Bilbo, snapping him out of his reverie. "Hm? Yes, I'm quite alright," Bilbo replied, fumbling with his hands, worried that he had been caught staring at his beloved friend. "It must be challenging being away from home, let alone on a perilous mission. But at least you still have some comfort with you," Fili remarked, glancing at Y/n. "I don't know how you manage to stay focused," he continued, his gaze lingering admiringly on her curvaceous figure. Bilbo couldn't blame them; he himself was guilty of such thoughts. He watched Y/n's every move, her hair still damp and sticking to her face as she walked alongside Ori, listening to his rant about his older brothers.

Bilbo's desire for Y/n remained unspoken, buried deep within. One side of him yearned to claim her as his own, to let the world know that she belonged to him. But he knew the truth—she was not his. They weren't courting, which meant she was available for others to pursue. The other side of him simply longed to drag her away into a secluded tent and express his desires, hoping she would reciprocate.

"Bilbo," Thorin's voice echoed, breaking the momentary trance. "Tend to the horses," he commanded. Bilbo sighed, watching Y/n fulfill her duties.

The company continued their journey towards Erebor, which meant passing through Mirkwood—a prospect that displeased Thorin but left him with no alternative. It was no surprise when they were captured by the elves. While the other dwarves underwent thorough searches, the elves were uncertain where to begin searching Y/n. One male elf patted down her sleeves, but that was the extent of it. "Hey! Why are you putting your filthy hands all over us but ignoring her?" Kili exclaimed, but the elf sighed and ignored his question. "We should have hidden our weapons on her," Gloin grumbled. "Excuse me?" Y/n turned her head, astonished by the remark.

They were presented before the king himself, Thranduil. Thorin gritted his teeth, looking beyond him. "Mr. Thorin, are you alright?" Y/n glanced at her leader, witnessing a softening in his gaze when he looked at her. She appeared so vulnerable, restrained—though they all likely did—yet he remained silent.

A gentle hand slid under Y/n's chin, redirecting her attention from Thorin to Thranduil. "Sweet hobbit, what brings you so far from the Shire?" Thranduil cooed, treating her as if she were a child. Y/n remained silent, her mind plagued by numerous

questions. Would everyone be alright? Would she be safe? And, most importantly, where was Bilbo? Unbeknownst to them, he observed everything from his hidden vantage point. He had never seen her look so fragile before, kneeling before a king, beneath someone who wasn't him.

"Are you at a loss for words? No matter, we will take good care of your friends," Thranduil declared before instructing his guards to remove them, leaving the two alone. Bilbo knew he had to act swiftly, despite the heartache it caused him. He had to find a way for them to escape as soon as possible.

Thranduil circled around Y/n, resembling a predator stalking its prey. "You never answered my question. Are you here to reclaim Erebor as well?" His tone carried a taunting quality, as if he couldn't believe a hobbit would willingly leave the comfort of their own home for an adventure. "Release them; they are my friends," Y/n spoke softly. Thranduil chuckled, ceasing his circling motion and kneeling before her. "Friends? Oh, my dear, you are merely a pawn in their game. Once they have the opportunity, they will discard you as if you were nothing," he said, gazing into her eyes. "Oh, little one."

He lightly caressed her cheek, smiling. "I believe it's only fair to say you will be treated much better here. I cannot allow your delicate hands to become even more roughed up than they already are," he remarked, alluding to the skirmish with the giant spiders. "Stay with me," he urged. "No," Y/n replied firmly.

"No?" Thranduil removed his hand from her cheek, repeating her answer. "No?" Rising from his kneeling position, he stared her down. "Why not? Do you truly wish to fight alongside these... these creatures? Oh, my dear, you should learn to choose your battles wisely because...," his voice darkened, "I'm afraid you won't be spared." "I'm doing this for someone I love!" Y/n blurted out. Instead of a chuckle, Thranduil burst into laughter. "You? You love one of the dwarves?" he exclaimed. "It's not the dwarves. It's..." Y/n's voice trailed off. Thranduil sighed, instructing Tauriel to apprehend her alongside the others.

Now sitting alone in a dark and desolate cell, Y/n was left with her thoughts. Worries washed over her, refusing to dissipate. They were trapped, and Bilbo was nowhere to be found. What if he had been devoured by the spiders?

Hobbit x reader?

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Sorry it short.

Warning: my writing, grammar mistakes. Not proofreader yet!

You just run from a bunch of trolls who almost had cut you in half, just because you sister was feeling bored and wanted action, yet you didn't scold her, you didn't even talk to her.

You sat a little for away from the company, you felt ashamed of what your sister did, even when they reassured you that it wasn't your fault, but as you notice their fatigue and few cuts, you couldn't help but feel more guilty. That's why you decided to hunt and prepare the best dinner ever for them with whatever the nature provided you tonight.

You didn't eat with them, you more than satisfied with seen them happy eating warm food, soon your happiness was cut short when your sister harshly grabbed your arm.

No one noticed except Thorin, who has been keeping an eye on you since the beginning of the quest, at first it was from worry. You were a stranger to him just like the Hobbit, but after some weeks of showing your worth and your good natured he had start fallen for you trusting you it was slow but worth it, when he would send you a nod of approval or small smiles that you never noticed.

He followed you away from his people, hiding from your sight.

"What are you?" You sister asked breathing heavily, and you just titled your head in confusion."WHAT ARE YOU?" She screamed making you flinch away.

She didn't even notice, and even if she did she didn't care her anger was overpowering her other emotions and rational thoughts.

"I saw the way the elven sword shown when you stabbed the troll who attacked the Hobbit...again What are you?" Her beautiful blue eleven eyes were now as hard as a mountain, there wasn't even a pinch of kindness in them.

"I don't understand" You played the dumb card, feeling nervous at your sister sudden change of character.

"Don't play dumb" She snatch the sword out of your side before she pointed at you. The sword shown in her hand, with a blue light that matched her eyes.

Thorin was prepared to attack once he saw your sister holding your sword against, but before he could do that, a stranger creature that you like a jellyfish (you had shown him once one day when you were on watch duty and he couldn't sleep), it sat on his sword distracting him from attacking, until you spoke.

"I'm a winged creature" You calmly explained as hold your hand up in surrender.

"What?" The betrayal on your sister face broke your heart into small peace. "I'm sorry" you felt like crying, you wanted to cry.

"but you told me that they didn't...that I.." His let go of the sword letting fall on the ground as she hid her face in her hands as she took steps back.

" I had to I'm sorry" You lower your head as you tried to hid your tears too. She had every right to be angry at you in the same time she didn't.

"Why?...WHY?" She screamed grabbing both of your arms with suh force you could feel your bones almost breaking.

"Because I had to" You softly explained, closing your eyes so you don't have to look in her eyes, and your action seem to have angered her because the next your knew, you were in the floor your left cheek warm from the sudden brutal contact of her hand on your cheek.

"Don't lie to me!" She screamed harshly making stand before she pushed making hit your head with the nearest rock.

Before she could anything again, the place around turned black as if someone turned te light off, it scared the three of you, instantly a deer as white as snow with two big hornes decorated, appeared catching all of your breath away.

He looked at you and he nodded, before disappearing into the darkness that immediately left with him. For a minute you three didn't move, trying to understand what was going on.

Turning to your sister you stood up, feeling a little confident. If the deer was what you thought it could be, than it was time to tell the truth.

"I'm a winged person not because I want to, but because I have to" You started before you hiss from the pain and headache that was forming in your head, which earned you a scoff from you sister, and Thorin attention was full on you, as he trie dto ignore his anger against your sister.

"If I hadn't done it, you would have suffered...I couldn't do that to you" You were still looking at he floor, trying to ignore the black spot.

"Why because I would have been more powerful than... because Thorin and the others would have loved more than you" She tried to push you as she pointed forcefully on your chest with her her finger but you didn't move this time.

"Because they would have taken you away" She raised an eyebrow as she walked back to the sword grabbing it, ready to leave.

"Taken by who"She scoffed again." By the winged people" you responded your voice growing emotionless by the second.

" and what will they have done! Make a queen" She turn again your way the fire in her eyes never Fadden, and to her suprise she was meet with the same fire this time in your eyes but unlike hers, yours was cold sending shivers down her spine.

"They would have taken and breeded, used you like a fucking animal" You took slow step towards her, which made her only scared, and the fact that you were literally glowing didn't help.

She soon shielded her eyes with her hand, and didn't opened them until all the light disappeared making place to a new you.

Her and Thorin jaw dropped as they saw you standing there, with two immense wings behind you(They were so long, half of them was on the ground touching dirt). There were decorated with the gems and diamond that only brought the color of your wings more, making them shine like a Star.

In the contrary of your eyes. They didn't have any pupils, and the irises was just holding the whole universe/space with stars shining everywhere. You were like an angry angel standing in front of them.

Your sister didn't even notice when she started to kneel, neither did Thorin. Both were captive of your beauty and in that moment nothing was important.

"I knew you will have been too proud too cocky to care about the warning so I choose it when I saw it because I knew you weren't worth it.... I had to protect you from yourself" Even your voice changed, it more of deep feminist voice, that made Thorin spine shiver in pleasure, as he turn turn red from how sexy your voice, it was going directly down between his leg. He swear he could listen to you talk everyday and ever second without stop.

Even your sister was now agreeing with you. You sigh turning back to your human form, before taking her hand helping her stand.

"I'm sorry for not telling you...I knew you would react like that I really sorry" you sister nodded, she was on autopilot."Do you forgive me?" She nodded again not even registering what said. "Thank you" You squeezed her happy to be on good terms with. "Come on, we need to go back before anyone notice our absence!" She let you guide hand in hand, with jaw trailing behind her.

Thorin one the other hand was left behind, his hand on his mouth as his brain played your image with those immense wings on your back, he had so many questions he needed to ask but first he needed to take care of his little problem.