#225-227 and #238-240 are sets, as I had ideas that just wouldn't fit in one go.

And #232—I'm so sorry, but I'm breaking my "only canon" rule here for this one. I've been playing way too much Assassin's Creed lately, and this crossover idea was too perfect to pass up...

221.) Oak—

Were Frerin alive to see it, Thorin knows, he would laugh himself silly at his older brother's new epithet—at the fact that he earned it because he couldn't keep hold of his strong, dwarven shield and had to resort to something a tree-shagger would use, instead.

222.) Spite—

Thranduil knows perfectly well what these dwarves are doing in his forest—he recognizes several of the older ones from his dealings with Erebor in the past, after all; however, he knows that should they wake Smaug, it will spell nothing but doom for both his kingdom and the city of Laketown…and no matter how much he grieves the loss of the mountain and its treasures, such things are worth nobody's life.

223.) Bear—

Bilbo has known all his life that hobbits are some of the smallest creatures in Middle Earth…but that doesn't stop the sheer terror coursing through him as he looks up (and up and up) at Gandalf's skinchanger "friend."

224.) Leather—

Kíli is astonished that Master Baggins sees fit to go adventuring across half of Middle Earth in a velvet jacket and silk scarf—they'll be torn to pieces in no time at all, and he wonders whether one of them shouldn't give the hobbit one of their spare leather outfits, if only to better protect him from the dangers of the Wild.

225.) Thin—

Glóin feels himself wearing thin after the battle, but he and Dori are two of the few in the Company who are relatively uninjured, enough to go out and search for survivors—the young princes, Nori, and Bombur are still missing, and Thorin (the healers are doing their best, but his wounds are grave) asks after his nephews…and so the two of them leave the camps in silence, swallow the terror rising in their hearts, and can only hope to Mahal that their companions are still alive.

226.) Invincible—

Dori is several yards away, helping a woozy Bombur walk back in the direction of the camps, when Glóin finds them—and the cry that leaves his throat does not sound at all like himself as he falls to his knees, frantically checking one and then the other for a pulse even as he knows they are far beyond help; Dori and Bombur hear his scream and rush over, and the elder collapses to the ground when he sees: Kíli, run through by a spear, and Fíli, his chest crushed to pieces…their hands are clasped tightly together, and tear tracks stain the younger's face; and Glóin's hands are shaking so badly with his grief that, at first, it is impossible for him to separate their hands so he can lift Kíli's limp form into his arms.

227.) Grief—

Bofur is the first to see them as they return to the mountain, rushing forward to embrace his brother tightly and ensuring that he is not injured…but then he notices the tears staining Bombur's face, and looks past him to see Glóin and Dori walking in slowly, their steps heavy and great burdens in their arms; Bofur recognizes the golden hair of the elder prince and immediately looks around for a spare healer to help them, but Bombur grabs his arm, shaking his head, and Bofur's whole world falls apart as his brother says, "There is nothing to be done."

228.) Creep—

Nori's rather insulted when Gandalf says they need a hobbit to sneak past enemies and get into the mountain unnoticed—after all, as much as his fellows have absolutely no talent at stealth, he's made a career of it, and he's sure that whatever this hobbit would be able to do, he can do it faster, quieter, and with more dead enemies as a result.

229.) Machinations—

Thorin scowls at Gandalf and Elrond as they discuss something in low Elvish at dinner; he has known since the start that the wizard has ulterior motives to aiding them in this quest, but it doesn't sit right with him, not knowing exactly what his goals are…whether he would sacrifice this Company in order to meet his own ends.

230.) Fluff—

Eight-year-old Kíli cries for days when his stuffed cat—well-loved and much-abused—breaks apart at the seams…and finally Dís, in desperation, goes to the markets and finds a toymaker adept enough at sewing—the dwarf has an axe embedded in his forehead, but from what she can make out from his badly-slurred Khuzdul, smiling face, and enthusiastic hand gestures, he's kind and willing enough to help her…and within an hour, he's returned Mewy, good as new, and refuses any sort of payment she tries to offer him.

231.) Fireflies—

Belladonna laughs along with her husband as seven-year-old Bilbo runs toward them, his clasped hands glowing from the firefly he has caught…and as she looks around the field, full of the bright, blinking lights that have so entranced her son, she doesn't think she's ever been so content in all her life.

232.) Assassin—

None of the dwarves have any time to react before the man in strange clothes—a white hood and robes to match, an enormous belt and tall, sturdy boots—drops out of nowhere and has a knife to Gandalf's throat—and before Thorin can draw his sword, before Balin can roar in outrage and before Fíli or Nori can throw one of their numerous knives, the man speaks in a strange accent none of them have ever heard before, looking directly at Bilbo—"Give me the Piece of Eden, or I will kill each and every one of you."

233.) Desire—

Thrór knows, somewhere deep within his mind, that he has nothing to worry about—the treasuries of Erebor are nowhere close to empty; his kingdom thrives under his rule; his family is happy and ever-growing, especially with the blessing of his new granddaughter…but he can't help but worry constantly—worry that he will lose his people's—his—gold, worry that there's never going to be enough…worry that no matter how much wealth Erebor amasses behind its great walls, he will never be rich enough to be truly happy.

234.) Ultimate—

Fíli knows he is dead even before the mace strikes his chest, but he refuses to move, not when his uncle is injured behind him—and he hears his brother's screams, hears Thorin's roar of denial as Azog sneers down at him, but he can't find it in himself to regret his choice…because it has always been his duty to protect his family, and he knows he wouldn't want to die any other way.

235.) Prisoner—

Tauriel curses whoever has assigned her guard duty, for most of the dwarves are as boring as they could possibly be (and she's starting to wonder whether it's on purpose)…and the only two exceptions to the rule—the young ones, brothers—scream as loud as they can whenever they know she is within earshot, demand to be reunited with each other right this instant, and generally cause her to be more irritated than she has been in centuries.

236.) Pipe—

Bilbo, rather overwhelmed by the presence of thirteen dwarves in his dining room, retreats to the bathroom to splash some water on his face…but evidently, one of them has gotten there first—the stench is near-unbearable, and Bilbo immediately regrets forcing himself to look in the toilet bowl before he rushes out of the room.

237.) Judgment—

Balin knows that, normally, scribe apprenticeships cost a great amount of money, that only nobles can train under masters like him…but he looks at Dori's clenched jaw and clenched fists, sees little eighteen-year-old Ori (so, so small—he'll never be a warrior) standing beside his elder brother and clutching some truly amazing artwork…and knows he will make an exception for them.

238.) Help—

Bombur can hardly breathe as he drags his cousin toward the medical tents after the battle at Moria; Bifur is still alive, but an orc had gotten past his defenses, embedding an axe in his forehead…and though others would say he is a lost cause, Bombur is just young and foolish enough to hope, and he is prepared to beg on his knees before the healers if that is what it takes for them to try and save his cousin.

239.) Almighty—

Thorin enters the camps after the battle in a haze, Frerin's ruined body clutched tightly in his numb arms; he barely notices Balin and Dwalin's grief (for their father fell, several yards from Frerin, his face twisted in horror and his throat ripped out by a warg); he barely notices anything at all until a healer gently tries to pry his brother from his arms—he lets out a strangled yell and only clutches him tighter, tears streaming down his cheeks, and it is only when his father finds them, his face crumpling in grief as he sees Frerin's body, that Thorin is finally convinced to relinquish his brother to the fields of the dead.

240.) Unexpected—

Thorin only wanders the camps blindly, barely noticing anything at all until a ruckus from a nearby tent catches his attention; a young, red-haired dwarf is begging a healer for help, but the dwarf refuses, saying there is no help to be given; a still form covered in blood is laid out on a shield behind him…and Thorin walks up slowly, taking in the way the healer snaps to attention, the way the younger dwarf turns in desperation (he doesn't recognize Thorin—he's not from Erebor, then), and he says, "Is he your brother?"—"As good as," the dwarf says, his hands twisting around each other but his eyes meeting Thorin's bravely—and Thorin nods to the healer: "Do all you can for him—too many brothers have been lost this day."—and he claps the red-haired dwarf on the shoulder, sharing his grief for a moment before walking away.

SO MANY ONESHOT IDEAS

Like bb Kíli with a stuffed cat oh my god can you even imagine I think I'd actually explode from the cute if someone made a pic

Also the Bifur idea there at the end is now my new headcanon, even though if we're going by book ages the 'Urs were way way WAY too young to be at Azanulbizar—we're just gonna roll with it, okay?

And like I said, the Assassin's Creed thing might (hopefully) become a chapter story at some point. I'm still working through Revelations, though, so it might be a little bit...I want to get more mysteries solved here before I do any intricate plots haha