The Hobbit Imagines

Acceptance (Kiliel)

July 27, 2015: This was requested by JaylaFireGal. Thank you! 

Yes, the Bard imagine will be posted (eventually). I'm still working on it.

I really like this idea, not because of Kiliel (I am personally not against it or for it), and that it might hopefully serve as a good lesson - people may try to bring you down; but if you know who you are and accept it, it doesn't matter because nothing they say can sway you to think negatively of yourself.

P.S. There are Elvish translations at the very bottom of the imagine. Follow:
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Then you'll find the Elvish translations, without spoiling the imagine.

You are Kili and Tauriel's child, and you are finding it difficult to be accepted as a half-elf, half-dwarf.

Tears streamed down your face as you ran away from the taunting dwarves.

You knew you would never be respected, but why did they always look at you with disgust? The very least the dwarves could do was pretend to acknowledge that you were of this world and had feelings.

While you were walking up the stone staircases, you ran into Thorin. He glanced at you from the corner of your eye. Even though his face wore the look of hatred and disgust, Thorin continued along his own path, not uttering a word.

Continuing up the many stairs, you headed toward Bofur's room. He always knew what to say to cheer you up.

At Bofur's room, you knocked on the door, and his face lit up when you opened the door.

"Come in, come in, Y/N!" he said merrily. You started to feel a better already; his happiness was contagious.

You sat down at a small, circular wooden table, and took a deep breath. "Bofur, I need to talk to you about the other dwarves." You knew that the ones he wasn't related to were practically his kin; however, you also knew that he could accept whenever they were overly taunting. Continuing, you said, "I'm the outcast here. Some of the dwarves make fun of me, while a few ignore me. I understand that I should be able to not pay attention to them, but I hear the things they say in my mind. It's like a hurricane of words - the brutal wind of their words are tearing my thoughts apart piece by piece, and I drown in all of the hatred and malice that is poured over me because of a few individuals." You concluded, a few rogue tears running down your face, unable to control the fear, pain, and sadness that came with talking about people who would rather you not have been born.

You shouldn't even be alive. It's not natural.

You remember the first day they had said that to you. Now, you were used to that phrase. It was apart of your being. After all, you heard it so much that you almost thought it to be true.

But Fili had found you hiding on the first day they had bashed you, and had told you, "What isn't natural is that they can't accept your father and mother's love for one another." Fili had always been kind, for he had witnessed the love of your parents years ago when the dwarves were reclaiming Erebor.

You tried to remember that, even though it was hard for you to focus on the little light in the darkness.

Bofur hugged you. "It's okay, young one. You might feel like an outcast, but I know that the love the people here have for you overwhelm the ones that seem to hate you. I feel as if you're meant to be here, Y/N. Think of whenever you're older, you'll look back, think that you overcame a lot, and feel especially good that you helped made Middle Earth a better place, despite people who told you that you couldn't make it better."