The Hobbit Imagines

1. Fili x Reader

As a servant of the elves, you found yourself living quite comfortably in Rivendell. You had reasonable sized quarters, three meals everyday, and a family whom you couldn't be more grateful for. When you say 'family', you mean the people you had found when you came to Rivendell- you didn't have any real family left. But, a man named Lord Elrond found you wandering outside the boundaries of Rivendell and took quite an interest in you. Not knowing where you came from, or who your were, he asked to walk about the gardens with you. Obviously, you didn't know who he was at the time, but you allowed him anyway. He found that you were half-human, half-elf and extremely intelligent. You were also beautiful. You were very young when you first met him and so, out of curiosity,  he offered you sanctuary within those walls. With little choice you accepted. Taken under Elrond's wing, you trained and served and grew into an enchanting young she-elf. Some would argue that you were more beguiling than Lady Galadriel herself. But you refused to hearken to those words. Overtime, Elrond thought of you as more than a student, a daughter even. You often dined together and would talk for many hours at a time. You were happier than you had ever been.

Twenty five years later, you were still living in the same quarters, still learning under the same tutor. The only thing that had changed was that you were coming of age, and in need of finding a job and a partner. You were unsure about both of these things. In your eyes, you weren't particularly good enough at anything to take it up for a trade. Elrond was speaking to you about this when he suggested something "Veluthe, why don't you consider songwriting or poetry?" You scoffed at the idea "Me? A poet?" Elrond frowned, creases appearing in his forehead "It is not so ridiculous. You could perform at meals, sing for everybody." He tried to persuade you, but you just shook your head. "I am no singer." You sighed. "Come now, that's not true. I have heard you singing to yourself many times. I believe it is your shyness which is dissuading you." He was right, you knew he was. You hated the idea of singing in front of people. "I don't know." You shrugged. "It is a profitable trade and I know you love music, you always have. You've just never told me. We are expecting guests tomorrow midday, you shall sing for us all then, yes? Good." He smiled, not waiting for an answer. Then, he swept out of your room, leaving you in a stunned silence. Perform? You thought. It was true, you had always loved music and singing but no one had ever heard you- or you thought no one had. It seemed Elrond was expecting something of you, and you were determined to please him. So you sat and tried to decide on which song you would sing.

The next morning you awoke with a feeling of dread filling your chest. As Elrond said, guests were coming for lunch. You hadn't realised how long you had been laying in bed until you heard the clock tower ring out nine times. "Oh my goodness!" You gasped, leaping out of bed and into the bathroom. You showered and quickly dried. Throwing your towel on the floor you ran to the cupboard and picked out a selection of dresses. One was a soft amethyst colour which came down to your mid-thigh. The bodice was strapless and ruched, and the skirt was layered. You liked it but it made you look a bit young... So you put it aside. The next was a mint green gown, flowing and elegant. It reached the floor and hugged your slender figure, but it seemed rather too formal. Your last dress was a pale rosewood gown. It was plain and had thin straps, and a fit bodice with a layered silk skirt which brushed the floor. This was the one, it had to be. You put the others away and got dressed. Braiding your hair, you gazed at your reflection in the mirror. How had you changed so much? Smiling nervously, you stood just in time as Lord Elrond opened the door and walked in. Spying you by the by the mirror, he admired you. "You are not of this world Veluthe." Elrond approached you, offering you his arm. Politely, you linked arms and he led you out to the dining room where awaited an unforeseen sight.

At least a dozen dwarves crowded round long table, bickering and brawling for food. You stared in horror at the barbaric scene. Elrond gave you a knowing expression and guided you to a small platform at the end of the hall. Slowly, you stepped onto it and turned to face the group. None of them even noticed you were there. Well, one did, and he couldn't stop looking at you once you caught his eye. He was a young dwarf, handsome and confident looking. He had blond hair which was braided in some places and a beard. You watched him carefully as his gazed followed you round the room. You felt heat rush to your cheeks under his scrutiny, and had to turn away to allow the blush to calm. He looked concerned for you, clearly thinking something was wrong. Lord Elrond stood proudly at the head of the table and waited for the dwarves attention. When they continued to squabble and ignore him, he boomed "Thank you very much gentlemen." His voice echoed around the hall. They froze and many raised an eyebrow at him. But that one, the blond one, he still looked at you. "I'd like to introduce Y/N, she will be providing you with some music during this meal. Y/N will start by singing an evaliir." He finished and turned to you, nodding. Then Elrond walked off, leaving you to face the rabble of dwarves alone. You coughed awkwardly and composed yourself, then you took a deep breath and began to sing...