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Ikrêsik	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 3112 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note – I found an amazing work in progress by Alauralen regarding a Hobbit kink suggestion where if a dwarf finds their One, they go into a mating rut (much like Pon Farr in Vulcans). I got to messaging her and decided to make a story of my own based on this suggestion, dedicating it to the wonderful writer who pulled me into this idea! She requested the pairing for it, and I got to work on the tale.

According to the Dwarrow Scholar, Ikrêsik means the act of joining and that seems to fit what I was hoping to show in the story.

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.

Chapter One - Ikrêsik

When the Valar created the beings who would inhabit Arda, there had been some concern about how to ensure each person found their other half. Since each Vala loved their creation, none of them wanted any of their children to live their lives alone. The discussions about identifying mates went on for quite some time, and Nienna had pointed out the issue about the disparate life spans between each race. That issue sparked another debate, and it seemed as if no answer would be found to remedy the situations being discussed.

Finally, it had been Ilúvatar, who had been listening to the debate, who had made the suggestions to help move things forward. For those beings who had destined ones outside of their race, the lifespan would increase to match the one from the longer lived species. Afterwards, He told the Valar to come up with a unique way for their children to find their mates once maturity was reached.

For elves, when they or their mates came of age, they would dream of their destined one and be given a pull to follow. That pull would lead them to their mate and could bond when the pair was ready to do so.

Men were allowed to see color only when they had met their mates, and it taught them to appreciate life with their soulmates in fullness.

Yavanna decided that her children would have the name of their mate written on the inside of their left wrist. If a child was born ahead of his or her mate, the name would appear once their mate was born.

It was only after a long conversation with His wife that Mahal decided on what to do for His dwarrow. He had crafted them to be stubborn and quickly recognized that His children would be slow in building their numbers unlike hobbits or men. So the smith had decided to give His children an unusual way of recognizing their Ones and ensuring the bond was made between them. Yavanna had also gifted a touch of Her magic to the process, knowing Her husband’s concerns about the fertility of His children.

Mahal had been successful in His plans and was pleased with the results. His children went about their tasks, joining with their Ones once they recognized them, and though they were doing well, every race outside of the dwarrow had no idea what the Vala had gifted them to help recognize their mates. It simply wasn’t spoken of.

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Thorin II Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, was in a serious quandary and had quite a few thoughts running through his mind as he stared blankly at the beautifully carved desk that had been put into his recently cleaned office.

“Are you certain of this,” he asked his cousin, looking up to meet Balin’s eyes.

“Aye,” he replied, giving a deep sigh. “Oin said the only reason he hasn’t felt the ikrêsik before now is because of the danger surrounding the company since leaving the Shire. It wasn’t safe to claim his One before now.”

Thorin sighed, running a calloused hand over his face as he tried to come up with a way to help his shield-brother without condemning someone he had claimed as family into a life she didn’t want.

“Where is she?”

“Working in the kitchen gardens,” Balin said, still looking so very worried for his younger brother. “She is determined to get them ready for winter so things will be easier when spring arrives.”

“I’ll talk to her,” he told his advisor, rising slowly to his feet. “I’m not going to put pressure on her to agree to this, but I’ll leave you to see to the preparations in case she does say yes.”

“Thank you, Thorin,” he murmured, bowing before retreating to carry out the king’s request.

Thorin headed down to one of the few areas within Erebor that allowed for sunlight and rain to enter; this particular spot had been chosen as the kitchen gardens centuries back, and it was protected from intruders because the opening to allow light and rain came from the top of the mountain. Bombur had shown it to the hobbit after the battle was over, and she had taken it over without any complaint from the company or the dwarrow who had remained behind to restore Erebor to its former glory.

The hobbit lass had been a true surprise to all of them. Thorin himself had put her under his protection when she’d put herself at risk to protect his sister-sons before reaching Rivendell, and she bore the scars of the warg that had pounced Fili and Kili. He had claimed her as sister when she’d placed herself between him and the pale orc, determined to protect her heart family and her words claiming him as part of that family had filled the small clearing.

In so many ways, Clover Baggins was as fierce and loyal as his shield-brother was and the king knew that Mahal and Yavanna had forged together two souls that were perfect for each other. The problem was that Thorin had no idea how hobbits recognized their Ones, and he would be damned if he let his sister bind herself to someone if he was not her soulmate.

“What dark thoughts you must be thinking, fy mrawd. You are frowning more than usual,” a soft voice chimed, drawing him from said thoughts.

“Something has come up that I must speak with you about, little sister,” he answered back. “Are you finished here?”

“As luck would have it, I finished just a few moments ago. The kitchen garden is ready for winter,” Clover replied with a smile.

Thorin guided her to a sunny spot beyond the beds, allowing her to sit down before taking a seat beside her.

“I do not wish to intrude on any secrets your people may have, Clover, but I find myself in a position where I must ask this. How do hobbits recognize their Ones?”

“It isn’t a secret,” she assured him, brushing a tawny curl out of her eyes. “Yavanna writes the names of our cariads upon the skin of our left wrist. If our cariad is born after we are, we are born without a mark and will gain the name once their other half is born. Some hobbits are born after our cariad has entered the world so we have the mark already written on our wrist before we leave our mother’s wombs.”

“Sounds a bit easier than how Mahal has done it for us,” he mused, looking at his sister and spying her fussing with the fabric that covered her wrist.

“Some might think so, but it can be frustrating for those of us who are born with a name written in a language we cannot read,” Clover told him.

“Are you one of those?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I had no idea what culture created the writing I wear on my wrist until I spotted Ori writing in his book. It was before the wargs attacked us,” she informed him. “I have no idea who my cariad is, but I know he or she is a dwarf.”

“May I,” he asked, holding his hand out.

Clover nodded, resting her left hand in his with the palm facing up. She watched his face as he gently pushed the sleeve up, revealing the dwarvish runes that had graced her skin since birth, and she could see relief, happiness, and worry play on that bearded face.

“You know who it is, don’t you?”

“I do,” Thorin said, gently turning her hand over and patting it. “The name is Dwalin’s.”

Blue eyes widened, looking into eyes that were a slightly darker shade of blue as she searched her brother’s eyes to determine if he spoke truly. When she saw the truth, her body relaxed for a moment.

“How do dwarrow know when they’ve found their Ones?”

“This is something we don’t speak of often, even amongst ourselves,” he told her, still holding her hand. “Our creator knew just how stubborn we can be when it comes to things we don’t expect so He decided to make it happen in a way that we can’t miss.”

Clover blinked but didn’t speak, letting him continue at his own pace. She could see a light blush showing where the beard didn’t cover but decided not to tease him. The hobbit knew that this was important and stayed serious.

“Usually, our people are slow when it comes to reproduction. Occasionally, we might take others to our bed but those affairs are few and far between. When our Ones enter our lives, our souls recognize their other half and starts the process of bonding the two together. Our bodies go into an overly sexualized state where all we can think of is our One and need them desperately; we call it ikrêsik or the joining. It can last for several days and is the truest form of marriage to us.”

“What happens if the One doesn’t join with him or her,” she asked, blushing herself.

“The dwarf will end up dying as his or her body will burn itself out,” Thorin answered honestly.

“Dwalin is facing this now, isn’t he,” the lass asked, chewing her lower lip.

“He is. Oin suspects that the danger we’ve faced since leaving the Shire kept the ikrêsik at bay for him since it wasn’t safe for him to be with his One. The journey was no place for such a thing, especially as we remain needy for our Ones after bonding,” he told her.

“What’s going to happen now,” Clover queried, still meeting his eyes.

“First, I know you wanted to stay in Erebor to remain with the family we’ve crafted here so remaining isn’t a problem whether you agree to this or not. If you decide to go through the ikrêsik with Dwalin, then there will be certain things that must be done before you go to him. Is this what you want, little sister?”

“I promised my father I would never run from my cariad once I found him,” Clover told him quietly. “Dwalin is an honorable dwarf who is loyal to his family, and I will be part of that family once this happens. I think he would be good to me.”

“He would be,” Thorin assured her. “As you are not dwarrow, you will not be going through the extreme physical need that we do when we go into ikrêsik. You will be given a potion to take to help you keep up with his heightened appetite during this time. It will burn itself out at the time the ikrêsik fades from Dwalin, and that will happen after the bond is formed and is completely stable.

“Once the pair of you emerge, an announcement will be made and often times, there’s a braiding ritual so that the family can be a part of the process. That’s followed by a feast to celebrate the bonding of a new couple so everyone can bestow their wishes for a long, fruitful marriage. Do you have any questions?”

Clover licked her lips for a moment, willing her voice to remain steady and not show the nervousness that was starting to build in her chest.

“This state he’s in, will he be aware of what’s going on or is it more instinct driven like when animals go into heat,” she asked, blushing and hoping he wouldn’t take the question in the wrong way.

Thorin realized her concern and was quick to try to alleviate it, having a suspicion he knew why she was worried about that.

“He’ll be aware,” he told her. “Even though the need is high, he would never do anything to cause you pain. Our instincts tell us to protect our Ones, even before bonding occurs, and even ikrêsik cannot dull that instinct.”

The hobbit drew in a slow breath and nodded, squeezing her brother’s hand once before asking her next question.

“What happens now?”

“Balin will have summoned Oin, who will be waiting with Eira by your quarters. He will ask a few questions before handing her the potion that will help you through this, and she will aid you in getting ready for Dwalin. Since Dis isn’t here to fulfil the sister’s role in this, Eira will do this for her,” Thorin informed her, speaking of Dain’s wife.

“Once you are ready, you’ll be guided to where Dwalin will be waiting. Someone will be outside the door at all times to supply food and drink since there have been some reported instances of ikrêsik taking a while due to the bond being slow to form,” he concluded.

When he asked if she had any other questions, the hobbit shook her head. He squeezed her hand gently, smiling at her as he did so.

“Are you ready, little sister?”

At the positive response, Thorin rose to his feet and helped her off of the bench. He walked with her to her quarters, which were near his and his sister-sons, and kissed her forehead before releasing her.

“Mahal and Yavanna bless you,” he murmured softly, taking a step back to watch as Oin, Eira, and Clover disappeared into the hobbit lass’s rooms.

The healer emerged a few moments later, task complete, and he nodded at his cousin.

“We should deliver the news to Dwalin,” the gray haired dwarf commented. “Not having doubts will help as he waits for her.”

The king nodded, falling into step beside his cousin as they headed towards the room kept for any member of the royal family who went into ikrêsik. The door was built to withstand any attack from outside or within, and it ensured that the One joining the dwarf going through this had a chance to make their choice without any pressure.

They found Balin waiting outside, and the elder dwarf gave a sigh of relief when he spotted the nod from his royal cousin. Thorin unlocked the door, and the trio entered the room to find Dwalin sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

The warrior looked overheated and was obviously struggling with control, and all three of the newcomers were glad to have good news for him.

“I spoke to her, Dwalin,” Thorin stated, gaining his cousin’s attention. “Yavanna marks Her children with the name of their soulmates on their left wrist; your name is written on her wrist, and she has consented to bonding with you.”

“She has my name,” he asked, voice a low rumble.

“She does,” the monarch answered. “From what I understand, Clover has worn your name on her skin since birth and only recently discovered what the script was. She did not know whose name it was until today.”

All of them could see Dwalin’s body relax a moment at the confirmation before shuddering. Oin spoke up then, knowing this information needed to be given before the hobbit arrived.

“Eira is standing in for Dis,” he told him. “When I gave the potion to our cousin to give to your One, she answered the question I had for her. Dwalin, you must have a care at the beginning. Hobbits are celibate until they find their Ones, and Clover comes to you untouched. The potion will help push any pain from the first time aside, but you can harm her if you’re not cautious. Understand, laddie?”

After Dwalin nodded, all three of them wished Mahal’s blessings upon him before leaving the warrior to wait for his One.

Author’s End Notes -

Author’s Notes – As per my usual habit, I chose Welsh to draw the vocabulary for Hobbitish since Tolkien didn’t give us a language for hobbits other than Westron. Fy mrawd means my brother.
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