Kíli x reader/oc (will write a Fíli x reader/oc POV soon)
Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to the...
Warnings: Paranormal encounters, swearing, being chased by giant snakes if you aren't a fan of that.
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Minatory (Definition): Having a menacing quality; Threatening. (Adjective / Origin: Late Latin /ˈmɪnət(ə)ri )
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Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Friday, 18th November 2939 of the Third Age (Highday, 28th Blotmath, 1339 in Shire-reckoning)
"Annnd, there we go." Kay huffed, both of us letting out a sigh of relief as we lowered a passed out Bilbo into his armchair. Lifting the blanket that was drying by the fire, I shook it out, before draping it over the unconscious hobbit, tucking it over his shoulders.
We both took a step back, waiting for him to wake up, when a fist impacted with my shoulder.
"OW!" I cried, bringing my hand up to rub at the spot. "The hell was that for?!"
Kay shoved a finger in my face, glaring up at me. "That – was for levitating me! Upside-down of all things!"
"It's not like I wanted to! And I didn't expect for it to actually work!"
All she did was grumble, crossing her arms as she stared at Bilbo.
"... You can do the same at one point in return?" I offered.
"Oh, I will be, just you wait."
I sighed in exasperation, before focusing on the problem at hand.
"Should I make some tea? For when he wakes up." I suggested.
"Yea, that'll be nice. I'll stay here in case he wakes up." She replied.
I nodded, turning on my heel and wandering through to the kitchen. Hooking the kettle over the open fire, I prepared three mugs along with some tea leaves in a straining bag. Staring at the exposed bricks lining the fireplace, I let my mind wander as I tried to figure out what to say, my hands absentmindedly turning the mug as I listened to the kettle's whistle grow louder.
