Tag: hobbit

judayre:

Fíli was proud to be the nephew and heir of Thorin Oakenshield.  But there were times that it was nice to just be part of the crowd.  It had been decided early that the boys would have lives of their own as much as they could.  He braided his hair differently, called himself Filís after his mother, and truly knew his place in the guard.

When he was Filís, he didn’t have to wonder if his sparring partners were going easy on him.  When he was Filís, he didn’t have to wonder if his trainers were giving him unearned praise.  When he was Filís, he didn’t have to wonder if the cut-purses in the market were going to specially target him.

As a common guard, he could laugh and shout and make crude jokes.  He could whistle appreciation of a fine beard or a strong arm with no one thinking it more serious than it was.  He could ogle the young man behind the counter of the drinks shop the guard liked during duty and know that the return glances were because of him and not his station.

Khazad November – Frerin

lferion:

Rathukh Aglâkh

Title: Rathukh Aglâkh

Fandom: The Hobbit

Rating: G

Length: 100

Content notes: N/A

Author notes: Thanks go to Zana & Morgynleri for encouragement & sanity-checking. Title means ‘Hands of Kindness’

Summary:  Frerin had lovely hands

Frerin had lovely hands – long-fingered, broad of palm, a span that made playing nearly any instrument a choice not a challenge. He was clever with them too — iglishmek was poetry as he signed even simple things. He spoke a great deal through touch: playful shoulder-buffets, sympathetic arm-grips, distracting tugs and tickles (though he would stop if asked or the recipient was uncomfortable — Frerin was not at all interested in making people unhappy), and the very best hugs a Dwarf could hope for. But what Thorin missed the most, after, were the little, brushing touches of kindness, brotherly affection and closeness.