Kili - Blog Posts

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

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

More family shenanigans...

*doing a magical girl transformation from Kili to Thorin because I washed, brushed, oiled and put my little braids back in my hair *

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.

Bilbo: *staring hard between Thorin and Kili*

Bilbo: *realizing they have the exact same number of brain cells* oh no.. He’s stupid

Thorin: what?

Bilbo: What??

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! )

Fallen in the River

Word Count: 1,101

AN: This is the first story I’ve ever posted for others to read, so if anyone reads it please give me some feedback. Good and bad, I would like to get a get some opinions on my current writing skills. And if there is demand for a part two I would like to know. Enjoy the story.

Pairing: Company x GN Reader (platonic)

Summary: (y/n), a human from another world, finds themself within the famous children's story The Hobbit becoming a member of the Company of Thorin Oakensheild. One night after a long ride the Company set up camp in a cave to shield themselves from the never ending rain. (y/n) follows after the two princes and the hobbit to speak with them when they are all given a good scare.

Warnings: Injured reader

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Honestly, (y/n) wasn't sure how exactly they ended up in their current predicament. Sitting on the bank of an angry river in the middle of nowhere, during a harsh downpour. They sat in the mud, completely soaked and shivering; they hugged themself close, and hissed when they felt the growing burning pain in their forearms. While they were still in the water the current brought a dead log right into their path. In order to keep themself conscious, they had to bring their arms up above their head to take the brunt of the hit before they went under. Their right foot was missing it’s boot, which made them considerably colder than they already were. Plus, they were crestfallen over the loss of such loved footwear. (y/n) really loved those boots.

After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, (y/n) hauled themself up and began limping back towards the camp. They didn't give any thought to an explanation to give the company upon her return; Their mind was too scattered. (y/n) couldn't think straight as they tried to recall what had happened. When they fell into the river, the ground had crumbled beneath their feet, and they tumbled into their near-watery demise. Fili and Kili had been there, along with Bilbo, who had let out quite a scream at their fall. They must be worried sick. (y/n) found themself becoming increasingly more exhausted the longer they walked. How far had the river carried them? Soon their thoughts weren’t more than just incoherent blurs in their head.

When they arrived at the mouth of the cave, their teeth chattered loudly, and they rubbed their hands up and down the sides of their arms. When (y/n) came into view, several figures stood and quickly came to their aid, not that they were really willing to accept it. They brushed past them, heading straight for their bag on a mission to get out of their wet clothes and into relatively dry ones. They didn't even notice that several members of the company were missing. Pulling out a set of new clothes, someone approached them and placed a warm hand on their shoulder.

“(Lass/Lad), you alright?” It was Bofur, his voice was soft and full of concern.

“Tell everyone to turn around.” They avoided his question. ‘Please.”

“What?”

“Tell everyone to turn around. I’m gonna change.” They didn't even give him time before they started pulling their shirt off over their head.

Bofur sputtered and spun on his heel with his hands slapped over his eyes. The others soon followed, and (y/n) heard several surprised mutters in Khuzdul, but paid them no mind. They continued on, their pants following their shirt to the ground; they stripped down to nothing. The chill air blew over their naked skin, making a violent shiver run down their spine, and they quickly pulled on the second set of clothes. After they were fully clothed they walked past a few turned heads and sat themself as close to the fire as they could with her blanket slung over their shoulders.

“You can open your eyes now.” (y/n) teased.

“(Lass/Lad),” This time it was Balin who addressed them, and they hummed in response as they warmed her hands over the fire. “Are you alright?”

(y/n) was quick to answer, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m good.”

“Are you sure? How about you let Oin l give you a good once over?” His voice was firm.

“Bilbo came running in nearly twenty minutes ago, screaming about how you’d fallen in the river.” Dwalin spoke up to reinforce his brother's suggestion. “Thorin and them are still out there look’n for ya.”

After he mentioned it (y/n) looked around and noticed that he was right. Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Bilbo were all missing from the cave. They chewed on their lip unconsciously, thinking about how worried they must be, how worried they all had been before their unforeseen reappearance. Where were they now? How far had they gone? They thought about getting up to go get them themself but ultimately decided against it due to their freezing and battered state. (y/n) pursed their lips then looked up to Dwalin.

“Shouldn't someone go find them? It’s still raining.”

“Aye, I’ll go tell them your back alive.” And with that Dwalin nodded towards Balin, and made his way out of the mouth of the cave.

(y/n) watched him leave when another violent shiver racked their body. A large warm hand placed itself gently onto their cheek almost making them sigh, but they didn't resist slightly leaning into the touch. Bifur had moved to their side with a very concerned crease in his brow. He spoke something to Balin and removed his hand - much to their dislike - to make a few hand signals. The older dwarf nodded and took a few steps closer.

“I do believe it would be in your best interest to allow Oin to look you over, Bifur says your freezing.” He paused, thinking, “You took a hard fall, (lass/lad). It also wouldn't be wrong to assume you may be injured.”

“I guess there's no harm in it.” (y/n) gave in.

Balin waved Oin, who grabbed his medical bag, grunting as he pulled himself to his feet. (y/n) had to turn their back to the fire to face Oin as he sat before them, feeling their skin with his bare hand. They showed him their arms to which he shook his head and muttered something under his breath, before bandaging them up. The bandages went from just below their elbow to just before their wrists. It felt odd to have their arms wrapped up the way they were but never once did they say anything opting to allow Oin to do his thing.

 At one point their foot was in his grasp where he found a gash about four or five inches long on the back of their calf where a rock had caught their leg and stolen their boot. It was slightly deep so he had to stitch it close before wrapping a bandage around it too.

By the time he finished, Dwalin returned with the last members of the company hot on his heels.

The Book Keeper

Kili x Reader

Fandom: Tolkien

Summary: On an unsuspecting summer afternoon, Gandalf the Gray shows up on your front porch and, much like he did to Bilbo, sweeps you up into an adventure you never could have imagined. With the knowledge of things to come, will you be able to change the ending?

Note: For my sanity, we’re pretending the book describes the dwarves the way they look in the movies. Also I’m gonna deviate a bit from book canon and dip my toes (more like my entire leg) into movie canon just because things flow a little better that way. Also also, I took some liberties with the Dwarvish courting customs. I will probably also be uploading this to AO3 at some point, separated into chapters for easier navigation. 

Bear with me and behold my Magnum Opus.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, the Hobbit spoilers, alcohol/drinking, some angst but a fluffy ending, mentions of injuries, kind of a slow burn but very fluffy

Word Count: 45k

Reader Is: Female, from our world, 23 years old

Stuck. You were stuck. You read the last few sentences back to yourself, but they didn’t make anything click. You’d lost your steam and now, you were stuck once again.

Writing was a lot harder than it looked, that was for sure, but writing something fantasy? You were finding the task nearly impossible. When you’d started the project several months before, it had seemed so fun. You’d grown up on Narnia, on Lord of the Rings. Building your own fantasy world would be quite the task, you’d known, but perhaps you didn’t know quite how time consuming it would be, let alone when you added in the characters and their characterizations, which fantasy creatures to include, how the magic would work, how the weapons would work and so on and so forth.

Thinking about it too much gave you a headache, so you sat back in your chair, closing your laptop. Maybe you needed a break. Some more caffeine, maybe, some stretches for your strained neck and sore wrists.

Keep reading

Tiny prince and a slightly bigger one

Do you ever think of the fact that Gimli knew Ori well enough to be able to recognise his handwriting after years of not seeing him?

Do you think about one night, Ori, Fili, Kili and Gimli are out having drinks or something before they leave to join the Company, joking and promising Gimli that they’d be back soon to tell him all about it, how they couldn’t wait to see him again but in Erebor.

Do you think that Ori and Gimli sat together, alone. The Princes voices no longer filling the silence.

Then Gimli sat alone.

I’m gonna draw this 🤫🧏‍♀️

Writing the Bilbo and Gollum meet was cool because I got to write Bilbo as the Hobbit I headcanon with the tail etc

But I also wrote Gollum as the Hobbit Child he never grew up from after getting the ring.

Writing the parallel with Bilbo (in this particular story) going feral because of reasons I won’t spoil, and Gollum who is literally already feral and more creature then hobbit at this point, was amazing, fighting like absolute animals.

I am about to rant about the movies and acting and such, I want to make it clear that I am merely a film student with nothing but a certificate for the time being therefor I am not a professional with any professional opinion.

This is just me and my thoughts as a NYFA graduate and a gay ass BagginShield shipper.

The amount of times Tauriel and Kili’s love story is paralleled with Bilbo and Thorin’s scenes is literally a filmmaking technique to portray the two relationships without getting castigated by the audience.

Which also brings to my attention a possibility of Tauriel being made a character for the heavily disapproved of and messy love triangle thing, as a way to draw the attention away from Martin and Richard making Bilbo and Thorin’s story one of beautifully grown friendship, to love, to an toxic and tragic end.

Sound familiar? Because that’s similar to Kili and Tauriel, though they had the freedom of exploring more into the romance then the friendship that the main characters had to work with. Because who wants to see a straight couple slow burn? Plenty but not people who ogle at hot red heads such as myself, (I love my girlfriend guys).

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Example 1:

The scene of Balin telling Thorin that someone needs to go save Bilbo (while he’s in with Smaug).

Cuts to Bofur giving Tauriel the weed and asking what she’s going to do with it, she responds by saying “I’m going to save him”

Clean cut back to Thorin running into the mountain, not for the gold as he hasn’t even seen it yet, but he’s looking for Bilbo.

Example 2:

Tauriel crying over Kili, asking Thranduil why it hurt so much, and knowing the comfort she needed, he tells her; “because it was real.”

Then we get to Bilbo crying over Thorin, Gandalf sitting down with him and just being there, knowing the comfort that Bilbo needed.

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And yes I did in fact rant to my Poppy about this before finishing it and ended up in an in depth discussion about Peter Jackson’s directing on it in general. Normal Sunday night tbh.

Anyway THANK YOU FOR THIS TED TALK ❤️🫶🏿

Kili: Oh, How would I know?

Bilbo: How would you not?”

Kili: Who am I? Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?

Bilbo: You don’t know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them?

Bilbo: Kili, you’re bleeding out! What’s your type?

Kili, deliriously: oh I don’t know, I like brunettes- 

Bilbo: your BLOOD TYPE

Source :  soursoppi 

brought to you by the question: “what if elves had paws?”

Funny story

When I was seventh grade, we read The Hobbit. Now like usual when it came to older books, I was the only kid who liked it whilst other favored books that were rubbish. Anyways, whenever we finished a book the teacher would see if there was a movie, so we were watching the first Hobbit movie when Fili and Kili come on screen Which led to all the girls freaking out over Kili whilst I sat in the back saying to myself, "What about Fili? He's beautiful too." And that's the story about how I was the only girl in my class that liked Fili (and also became obsessed with Tolkien and his books).

Kili was actually the first one to find the kitten. Bilbo would later take the kitten (which he named “Buttons”, which Kili thought was ridiculous) to show to other wounded dwarves to cheer them up, and Buttons became a healing cat. But at the end of the day it would always return to Kili.

Accountant AU where the reader works for a small town firm called “Istari Financial.” Making her living after coming home from college, looking after the books for the following local businesses…

The local vineyard, “Greenwood Acres” which has been around longer than anyone can remember, run by a single father as head of the business and a very dedicated team of young employees. Everyone from college hires to long time employees, but nobody in town can quite tell just how old anyone is.

A local business ring run by the Durinson Family who own nearly every business in town. The local brewery, the auto repair shop, the car dealership, the pawn shop, etc. They run everything as a family, but all answer to the head of the family, a bachelor who’s yet to get married as he’s “married to his work.” Though, he secretly has his eyes set on someone in town. Who though? Nobody knows…

The bakery at the center of town, called “Lorien Confection” where the man behind the counter greets customers, serves icecream and brags about his wife while the white witch in the kitchen rolls out goodie after goodie by the dozen of sugar-coated goodness. The baker earning the title of witch as she always seems to know what people want before they do.

The coffee/tea shop doubling as a wholistic whole foods store run by three best friends who rejected their respected posh lifestyles and struck out on their own straight out of college to bring clean, organic food to the town sourced from local farms. A store called “Three Hunters Whole Foods.”

A fish farming organization called “Bard & Son Fishery,” that works hard to protect local wildlife conservation run by a father of three which provides clean, non-gmo fish, hydroponic-grown greens, vegetables and strives to teach young people about respecting the planet and sustainable farming on field trips for the local elementary school.

And who could forget the local bar/restaurant, run by the Baggins family, Uncle and Nephew, along with their friends who provide an atmosphere of home and hearth hospitality to any and all who cross their threshold…right up until somebody asks them to host a party that doesn’t involve their catering.

And last but not least, the readers worst enemy, “Mordor Credit,” the local bank out to screw everyone over and take their businesses. The reader often times being the only thing standing between them and a hefty audit…or worse, an eviction…



Driving lessons with uncle Thorin🚗

I had this idea since I'm currently learning how to drive and sometimes forget where left and right is because there is so much to pay attention to😫

I feel you Kili😔

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!

Another Kili drawing???? YES

I can never get this man’s side profile right 😭 it’s a curse

Anyways take this quick Kíli doodle

perfect art *~*