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Big Fight (Thorin Oakenshield)

Type of Fanfic: One-Shot

Relationship: ThorinXFem!Reader

Word Count: 2060

Summary: Thorin and you went into a big argument and are close to make amends.

Warnings: Jelaousy. And just a few mentions of a heated argument in a marriage.

Author's Notes: ∙English is not my first language, so please be nice.

∙If you want to give constructive criticism or correct my grammar (revise my work before I upload it) you are more than welcome to write to me or send me an ask suggesting it. This shot in particular was revised by @sssiriusly (go read their fics).

∙I have to say that this idea emerged after reading @fizzyxcustard's One-Shot: “Misunderstanding” (by the way, I really really hope you like this!).

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You were the wife of Thorin II Oakenshield, king of Erebor. At the same time, you both were extremely mad at each other.

Two months ago, you had a big argument with Thorin, the biggest fight in the history of your relationship. The truth was, you barely remembered how it started; with the jealousy of Thorin. He caught you laughing with another dwarf and ignored you the rest of the day, until you confronted him. Then Thorin screamed at you, which made you angry and made you bite back. With uncontrollable anger from both sides, the argument escalated until he hurt your feelings, and you hurt his.

It happened the way it always did; Thorin got offended and then didn't know any other way of defending himself than spitting your flaws and mistakes on your face. Besides, he would turn the tables and your words to make you seem like the bad guy.

“Do not speak to me of loyalty!” He said. “He hasn't stopped getting closer to you in such an inappropriate manner, and you have never done anything to stop him! People might think you actually enjoyed it!”

You closed your eyes and placed your forehead into your hands, trying to forget about the argument. But the memories kept coming back to your mind.

“I'm so sick of you!” You screamed. “Go away and never talk to me again!”

You shook your head, sighing. You had to work on your outbursts, as well as Thorin's needed to work on his jealousy.

Luckily, a knock on your chamber's door (you and Thorin slept in different rooms again) distracted you from the memories. “¿My Queen?” You heard Lily's voice, your personal servant.

“Come in.” You said with a small voice. Lately you hadn't talked to anyone. At your request, you stayed in your chamber every day, not being bothered by anyone, and only going out to read under the sun to stretch your body and relax for a moment. But you never came across anyone, avoiding all kinds of contact. Neither did you eat with Thorin, like you used to do; You had asked for servants to take dinner to your chamber.

“My Queen,” Lily said, while entering the chamber. “I have come to bring your dinner,” she took a pause before talking again “and to tell you the King asked me to bring you this…”

“Do not say more.” You interrupted her, looking through the window with a frown, watching the midday sun. “Please leave it on the desk and retire” you said with a brittle voice. The situation hurt you a lot, but unless Thorin apologized in person, you didn't wish to maintain contact with him. That was your pride taking over you.

“My Queen,” Lily spoke again, after leaving the tray in the desk. “he insists on me telling you he wants you to join him for dinner…”

“Please, get out.” you repeated and closed your eyes. “I do not wish to be bothered.”

You heard the door closing and laid in bed. You allowed yourself to be true to your feelings for the first time in days, and started crying. You cried until you were so exhausted that you fell into a deep sleep.

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Thorin had been in the dining hall for an hour. He had tried, since midday, to concentrate on his duties, but the thought of whether you would accept or not his invitation to dinner was unsettling him.

The servants started to run everywhere, cooking as fast as possible and preparing the table for the King who had arrived earlier. When dinner was ready, Thorin asked to speak with Lily.

“Tell me what she said” he demanded, his voice slight but deep as always.

“My King,” she whispered, knowing what was about to come “she asked not to be bothered…” Thorin slowly nodded, closing his eyes while growling. “She never gave an answer, but…”

“You can leave now” Thorin interrupted.

“Yes, My King” she rushed to the kitchen.

“I'm so sick of you! Go away and don´t talk to me again!” he remembered your words, and the anger grew stronger in him.

The door closed, and to that it followed the noise of plates, cups and food crashing against the floor with a loud sound. Thorin yelled from the deepest of his chest, getting up. He then took the tablecloth and stretched it until he had thrown every bottle and tray to the ground. He pressed the fabric between his hands while agitatedly breathing. The guards flinched, and it had been heard from the kitchen the mess Thorin made, making the servants prepare themselves to clean the dining hall.

The King left and the place remained silent.

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You opened your eyes and stood up quickly after realizing you had fallen asleep. You looked around and saw only darkness. When your eyes got used to the gloom, you lighted the candle from your light table and the fireplace. You sat for a while in front of it, eating the dinner that had been brought to you hours ago.

You were feeling numb, but not physically. You couldn't think of anything or concentrate on your feelings, only on the rising fire in front of you, warming your body.

When you finished eating, you decided to read a while under the moonlight. You took the tray to your desk, and there you saw it; a letter. You frowned, and when you started thinking and stirring in your memories, you remembered that Lily had left something Thorin wanted to give you. But that had been many hours ago.

You dropped the tray and rapidly took the envelope. The truth was, that even while acting indifferent, you cared about Thorin, a lot. No stupid fight could ever make you stop loving him and worrying about him. While your plate and cup tinkled, you sat in front of the fireplace and opened the letter. It read:

“I wish to apologise for my manners. What I said wasn't fair, and I haven't been sincere with you and my feelings towards you, my givashel. I do not wish for this fight between us to keep affecting us. Please, do me the honour of joining me for dinner tonight.

-Thorin Oakenshield”

You put your hand to your mouth, both trembling. You looked out the window, and deduced it was almost midnight.

You sighed with repentance and ran out of your bed chamber. While you rushed to the dining hall, going down stairs and walking through corridors, many heads turned to look at you. You even met Dwalin while he was coming out of a door in one of the hallways. Well, you rather collided with him.

“My Queen!” he exclaimed, surprised.

“I am so sorry, Dwalin.” you sighed, agitated. “I am in a rush.”

“Then I won't stop you.” he said and stepped aside, so you could follow your way.

You lowered your head as a quick greeting and kept on running. Before stepping on another pair of stairs, you turned around so Dwalin could hear you asking:

“Do you happen to know, by any chance, where Thorin is?” you shouted.

“I do.” he said, not turning around to look at you.

“Oh…” you went to where he was. “And… Could you tell me?”

He sighed and looked at you. “He asked not to be bothered by anyone, no exceptions... I cannot tell you” he murmured looking away, as if he didn't want you to hear his answer.

“Dwalin…” you lowered your head with tears in your eyes. “Please,” you almost went down on your knees to beg “tell me where he is. I made a mistake and need to make amends with him.” Since you didn't hear an answer, you kept on trying to persuade him. “I think you realise Thorin and I haven't been… well.” he looked at you. “You worry about him as much as I do, and I'm sure that if we don't solve our problem now, he might lock himself in… wherever he is.” Dwalin looked away, sighing.

And then you remembered; you were the Queen of Erebor. You shouldn't be begging to talk to your husband. So, you spoke as serious as you could “I order you to tell me where he is.”

Dwalin looked up, surprised, concern and repentance invading his eyes. “He's at the blacksmith's.”

You looked at him with a hopeful smile. You whispered a “Thank you” and rushed to the forge.

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The rhythmic sound of the hammer against the iron and Thorin's growls invaded the place. He still thought about you. It had not been possible for him to take you out of his mind during the night, so he made it his goal stay there, crafting and refining to appease his feelings.

Even before opening the gate, you could hear your husband’s growls, and that worried you. It wasn't a new thing for him to get even with his crafting, but this time, you thought you were the reason of his huge anger.

You opened the gate slowly, almost not wanting him to hear you. But he did, and the sound of the hammer stopped. “Is asked not to be interrupted.” he said with a low, agitated voice. He then turned around, and when he saw you, the hammer fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The place stayed silent. You couldn't watch him, and less could you talk to him. For a moment you thought of running back to your lonely chamber and locking yourself up. What if he was still mad? And what if he didn't want to see you?”

“Amrâlimê” Thorin whispered and slowly approached you.

In that moment, all fear and doubt vanished. You remembered the times he called you that, kissed you and made you remember you were his One. And when you saw him, you remembered how much you loved him and longed for being with him.

When you met his gaze, Thorin quickened his step and came fast in front of you. He took your hands in his and went on his knees, resting his forehead on your wrists while he kissed your knuckles. “Amrâlimê…” he repeated, and you felt his warm breath against your hand. You were frozen. “You are here.”

“Yes, I am.” you whispered without knowing what to say.

“You sound doubtful” Thorin said, insecure, and slowly raised his head, linking your gazes. “Don't you want to be with me?”

“I do, I do. I do want to be with you.” you said quickly. “Is just that… I wasn't expecting this reaction from you.”

“After moons of not seeing you, how else would I react?” he asked, getting up. You could see him close, admiring his bright eyes and paying attention to every one of his handsome features.

“Is just that… I never thought you would want to see me.” you said, lowering your gaze.

“And why would I not want to see you?” he asked, almost confused. “I love you.”

You looked at him raising your eyebrows, outraged. “Allow me to think...” you said looking at the ceiling, crossing your arms. “First you treated me like a traitor, then you did not come looking for me in months, and after that you told Dwalin not to be bothered by anyone, no exceptions…”

“I asked that to Dwalin because I did not see the possibility of you looking for me.” he said, a bit ashamed.

“Why would I not look for you? I love you.”

This time Thorin was the one who raised his eyebrow. “Allow me to think...” he mimicked your corporal actions. “First you told me not to talk to you ever again, then you locked yourself in your chamber for months, and after that you did not come to join me for dinner…”

“I fell asleep before reading your letter.” you explained, laughing. “I am sorry.”

Thorin shook his head, and put your foreheads together. “I am sorry, givashel.”

You both looked at each other, melting in a hug and closing your eyes. Little by little, you were getting closer and closer until you kissed; It was a slow kiss, deep and loving. You both had to talk about Thorin's jealousy and your outbursts, but that kiss told you that you wouldn't be doing it alone; You would work together in the amending of your relationship.

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theerrorofmylife · 1 year

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Witch Queen Ch.2

Thorin x Witch!Reader

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Mwahahahaha, this is quite a lovely chapter and yes, I do get very sappy with Thorin and the MC. I love them both dearly, I can’t help it. I did add a little HTTYD quote in there hehe. I did end up drowning my pride and adding in (Name) instead of (Y/n). Please enjoy – Error

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, PTSD, Thorin being an instant simp for the reader, soul-crushing cuteness, Gandalf being a little shit, etc etc

60 years passed, and in my sorrow, I let the years go without care. I was still young, in my prime as a witch, and would continue to be young for a thousand years more if I so wanted. But, after 60 years, I can still be surprised.

A knock at my door woke me. It was early, very early, and the dew on the grass had yet to settle. Climbing out of bed, I wrapped my dress around myself and secured my belt to keep everything in place. Waddling to the door, there was knocking again.

“Alright, alright, my gods- Gandalf?” The old wizard stood at my doorstep, much taller than me, with gray robes and his staff.

“Hello my dear. How have you been?” For the first time in so long I felt a little sense of peace. Gandalf seemed to carry that with him though.

“As well as can be expected. It has been 20 years since you last came by. What have you been up to?” He smiled and his eyes crinkled in the corners.

“Nothing too important. However, recent events have led me to be in need of a fellow magic user.” I invited him in, interested in this need for magic.

“What have you done this time, friend.” He laughed gently and entered my home, sitting in the old chair near the window, his usual spot.

“I have done nothing. However, a company of dwarves is massing, 13 in total, and they are to march on Erebor and kill Smaug.” I froze. I had been halfway to making tea and I couldn’t move.

“They plan to reclaim the mountain.,” my voice shook and broke, my heart breaking just a little bit every moment. Thorin, my prince, they were going to reclaim the mountain. “Why have you come here, Mithrandir?”

“I am here to ask you to join them, as the 15th member.”

“15? You said there were 13.”

“Well, yes, 13 dwarves, and 1 hobbit. They will be meeting in Hobbiton tonight, you will be escorting them across from Hobbiton to the lonely mountain.”

“Ah,” I know it would be foolish to go and risk my life with a bunch of strangers, but it would have made Thorin happy to have his homeland back, “I’ll go.”

“Very good; If you will, I’m leaving immediately.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Of course he would come without giving me time to prepare.

“Fine, let me pack.” I left him in the living room, puttering in his amusement. I put together a simple bag; two shirts, two pairs of pants, necessitates, and small wants. My apothecary book, ritual book, and small bag of spell needs were all tucked inside as well, and within 30 minutes I was packed and ready to go. My dress would be fine for the early parts of the journey, the wrap design hanging to my shins, boots laced tight, and cloak up to cover my head.

“Well, come on then, let’s meet this company.” I raised my hands above my head and felt the wind grace my fingertips. A force I could not see pulled at my fingertips, tugging them straight up. When the pull became too much, I yanked my hands down and in a fuzzy flash of green, Gandalf and I were standing in the middle of a dirt road, cozy lamps hung along the edge, and doors were periodically placed in the cutouts of hills. Hobbiton was so quaint and cozy, and everything was my size! Flowers and gardens and fields and rolling hills were laid out before us, and it was beautiful. Gandalf put a hand on my shoulder and led me down the dirt road, all the way to a green circular door with a little rune carved into the bottom. At the door are two dwarves already. They are very friendly, and name themselves Oin and Gloin, brothers. From inside, a commotion is heard.

“No! There's nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else! There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some clotterd's idea of a joke, I can only say that it is in very poor taste. -” the door opens, and the dwarves let themselves in as the young hobbit stares. “Gandalf. And… friend.”

“Hello, the elves call me Niethir, daughter of Yelmain, witch of the eastern Greenwood. But that’s just a formal name. You may call me (Name), friend.” I did a little curtsy and he smiled, bowing in return.

“Bilbo Bagins. I apologize, I wasn’t expecting visitors.”a He gave a very pointed look at Gandalf.

“He didn’t warn you, did he? He never does.” I sigh, and Bilbo welcomes me in. I place my things neatly in a corner and wander into the rest of the hobbit hole while Bilbo and Gandalf talk. Large wooden arches hold up plaster ceilings, little lanterns brighten the home with warm light. It’s sweet, the feeling of this hobbit home, and it’s wonderful. Anyone who steps in would immediately feel welcomed and at peace. As I enter the dining room, a voice I recognize stops me cold.

“Mahal save me… it’s you.” Dwalin sits at the table with the others, staring wide eyed at me. I cannot breathe. The last time I saw him was the day…. In Dale.

“Dwalin… you’re here.” He stood abruptly and stomped over to me. I might have been scared, but only for a moment, because he clapped my shoulders and pressed his forehead against mine.

“He knew you were alive, lass. He spoke of you every day, drove us all mad!” He laughed and my eyes teared up.

“Thorin… oh Dwalin I’m so sorry.” His eyes got sad for a second before another was pushing between us.

“Move aside laddie, let us meet her. You’re name please, lass.”

“(Name), Niethir to some, Yelmaindottir.” They all took turns introducing themselves. Lastly was two young dwarves, one blond one brunette.

“Fili and Kili, we’re Thorin’s nephews.” My heart dropped.

“Of course, he told me all about you. Why are you not with your mother, Dis?” Their eyes grew bright with excitement.

“You know of mother! -”

“He must have told you so much! -”

“Uncle is leading us to Erebor to kill the dragon!” My heart stopped.

“But… hold on I- you are Thorin’s nephews, yes?” They nod with enthusiasm. “Then… your uncle… Thorin is alive...?” Dwalin pushed the two aside.

“Of course… why would he not be?” I couldn’t focus on anything.

“I heard…. In the battle of Moria… the prince had died. I thought… I thought Thorin…” My eyes watered. Thorin was alive. He was alive and he was coming here to lead the company to retake Erebor. Dwalin stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You thought Thorin was the one that died…” I nodded, just trying to keep myself at least semi-oriented. Suddenly, the silence that festered was cut by a deep knock at the door.

“He is here.” Gandalf grumbled. My breath left me, and tears fell freely as the door was opened out of view and that lovely deep voice from 60 years ago echoed in the house.

“Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. I wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.” He was just the same, a tad older, and much tougher than when I’d last seen him. He carried with him a tiredness that only comes with carrying the weight of the world. I think he even got taller, if that were possible. He was. Just by a few inches, though.

“Mark? There's no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!”

“There is a mark; I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.” Oakenshield, that was quite an impressive name. It made him gruffer than he used to be.

“So, this is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” He was glaring, obviously not believing Bilbo could do much.

“Pardon me?”

“Thorin, there are greater matters at hand.” Balin, who seemed to be the wisest, intervened.

“And what would those be-” His eyes met mine, those same gray-blue eyes. “My Lady.”

“My Prince. Or should I call you My King?” I was trying to have humor for my own sake, my nerves were nearly suffocating me. He was still in shock, slowly walking towards me, the hobbit forgotten. As he got closer my nerves began to get the better of me. “Thorin, Thorin what’s wrong?” I could barely whisper. He was finally in front of me and there were tears in his eyes that refused to fall.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He collected my hands in his and pressed kisses to them. Fresh tears ran down my face and I all but threw my arms around his neck. His arms instantly wrapped around my waist.

“I thought you were dead.” I whispered into his shoulder. He laughed.

“I thought you were dead. In Dale… no one got out, no one ever saw you again��” Tears were blurring everything. When he pulled away, I frantically wiped my face to seem at least mildly presentable. Suddenly my whole body was jostling as the entire company slapped mine and Thorin’s back.

That night, we supped like old friends, but with Thorin’s hand constantly searching for mine it was hard to consider us friends. He sat at the head of the table and the others made room for me at his side.

“What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?” Balin spoke up from Thorin’s other side.

“Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms.” I watched as he spoke, the way he engaged with his people. He speaks like a king; I don’t know how I didn’t see it when we first met.

“What did the dwarves of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?” Thorin hesitates, seeming to weigh his options. Just before he speaks, he tilts his head to the side and catches my eyes with his.

“They will not come. They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo pipes up from the hallway.

“Really, did you not tell him anything?” I picked on Gandalf, and for the first time in 60 years I watched Thorin smile like he used to.

“Ah, well, lets have some illumination instead.” I didn’t even think about the consequences. Snapping my fingers, a tiny flame sparked in the space between my pointer finger, thumb, and middle knuckle. The dwarves around me started huffing in shock while Thorin just stared at it. I spread my fingers outwards and the little candles Bilbo brought lit up all at once. One of the dwarves started clapping while the others were huffing. Seemed very few of them liked magic tricks. Thorin continued to stare until Gandalf placed a map on the table.

“Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold. When the birds of the old return to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end.” Oin spoke up from the other end of the table.

“Uh…what beast?” Bilbo’s little voice spoke up from the pantry archway.

“Well, that would be a reference to Smaug the terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather, teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks, extremely fond of precious metals.” Bofur was messing with him, but with every word he spoke my memory conjured images to match. I could only sit back and remember.

“Yes, I know what a dragon is.”

“I’m not afraid, I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!” Ori was being arrogant, and I could suddenly separate those who had seen the dragon and those who had heard of the dragon.

“The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us, but we number just fourteen, and not fourteen of the best, nor brightest; excusing the Witch, that is.” Well, at least Balin was being honest.

“Hey! Who are you calling dim?”

“Sorry, what did he say?”

“We may be few in number. But we’re fighters, all of us! To the last dwarf!” Fili gained everyone’s attention.

“And you forget we have a wizard in our company, Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.” Kili built off his brother’s energy. I pressed my lips into a line to stop myself from giggling. Gandalf had never killed a dragon. So much was clear when he began sputtering for an answer that wasn’t embarrassing.

“Oh, well. No, uh, I…I wouldn’t say…”

“How many then?”

“What?”

“Well, how many dragons have you killed? Go on, give us a number!” They were all yelling now, yelling at Gandalf, at each other, just yelling to yell. Thorin stood suddenly, his chair nearly falling back in the process.

“Enough! If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look East to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?” He was an inspiration, a true leader. Something about watching him speak made me terribly sad. I felt… robbed, of the chance to be near him as he grew into this leader.

“You forget, the Front Gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain.”

“That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.”

“How come you by this?”

“It was given to me by your father. By Thrain. For safekeeping. It is yours now.”

“There's another way in.”

“Well, if we can find it, but Dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map...and I do not have the skill to find it. But there are others in Middle-earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth...and no small amount of courage. But if we are careful and clever, I believe that it can be done.” The rest of the evening passed smoothly, save for Bilbo fainting at the idea of a dragon. The dwarves were collecting near the hearth, talking loudly and catching up. I secluded myself to the bench by the front door. I couldn’t help but feel dread, thinking about facing Thorin.

“My Lady.” The voice that had haunted me for years called out. Thorin was standing in front of me, concerned and weary. I hated seeing him so worried.

“My King?” He came closer and knelt in front of me, taking my hands as he had always done.

“You have magic?” I should have known this topic would come up.

“Yes.” My throat closed up and a nauseating feeling settled in my chest. I had planned to tell him, eventually, somewhere down the line back in Dale; Maybe the next day when I said I’d return. Or maybe when we became closer. But that didn’t happen, none of it did, and it was never possible.

“What are you?”

“I’m a Witch, probably the last of my kind now…” Admitting it out loud was harder than I thought. Being the last, the only one…

“Your mother?” I sighed.

“She passed…56 years ago, in the winter.” Something close to understanding filled his eyes and he nodded solemnly.

“I’m so sorry, I wish I had known.” I laughed wryly.

“I’m sure we both wish we knew a lot of things…” he smiled sadly before his face fell into hard lines.

“I’m asking Gandalf to remove you from the quest.” My heart nearly stopped.

“What…? No, you’re not, I’m going with you!” He grabbed my hands insistently.

“You’re not, I can’t let you, not with where we’re going, Smaug-”

“I survived Smaug once, I would do it again.” He sighed, his shoulders dropping. He was trying to fight a losing battle with me.

“My lady-”

“(Name), my king. And I came here for you,” he stopped, his mouth half open as his words died. “I thought you were dead, and then Gandalf comes along and says your kin are reclaiming your homeland. You’re not dead… but I’d still do this for you. Do you remember what you said when we first met?” He’s grinning again, but it’s sad, like remembering that day is both happy and terrible. It is for both of us.

“I said a lot of things that day, My Lady.” He snarks.

“‘Where would you like to go? Name it and I will lead you anywhere.’” I quote, and his face falls into a mock glare. He’s fallen into my trap, and I feel victorious. His head falls into his hand, his elbow propped up to support it.

“(Name)-”

“Erebor. Take me to Erebor.” He sighs again in defeat, and I place my hands on his jaw to gently lift his head. His gray eyes meet mine. He’s not upset with me, nor is he angry, he’s simply tired and I know he has every reason to be. “You carry such a terrible weight My King, please, do not carry it alone.”

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psyzook · 2 years

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-what time is it!?

THE YEARLY SANSÛKH RE-READ!

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enchantingkryptoniteheart-blog · 1 year

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The Best of Intentions

-Chapter 3-

Dis was surprised to find her brother sitting in a chair in the corner of the room of the dwarrowdam's room. She had practically shoved him into his room in the early hours of that morning. His elbows rested on his knees as he leaned forward, his eyes firmly fixed on the their unconscious guest, his face slightly contorted in what seemed to be a blend of confusion and discomfort.

“Brother. You should be resting." She admonished softly as she stood beside him, startling him back to reality.

He grunted and rubbed his face wearily. "I couldn't sleep."

She frowned in concern. "Something disturbs you … about her?"

“It's hard to explain Dis."

“You can't seem to keep your eyes off her." She tried to not sound like she was accusing him. She couldn't help but wince at her tone. "I heard she held a knife to your throat."

“She was badly injured and confused. She was just trying to defend herself." Came his quick response. "She didn't hurt me … obviously."

She followed his gaze to her face. She was strikingly beautiful and ethereal. Her skin was extremely pale against the mottled purple and green bruising that was scattered about her diamond shaped face and neck. Her hair was the color of the palest gold, glowing faintly in the light of the fireplace. It was long and thick, curly and wild against the pillowcase and bedding, surrounding her head like a halo. Her lips were full and bow shaped, their shade hard to determine due to the cuts that spit both her upper and lower lip.

“Ive never seen a dwarrowdam of her coloring, or of the features she bares." Dis thought aloud, trying to draw her brother out. She had never seen him act like this before. It was unsettling, feeling the nervous energy emanating from him.

“Dis…" he started, but his voice failed him, as if he was struggling to find the right words to say. She knelt next to her brother, grabbed his hand and looked up at him encouragingly.

Thorin looked at his sisters hand that was firmly clasped in his. He breathed in deeply and managed to look her in the eyes. They were tumultuous with an emotion she rarely saw.  "I felt the pull Dis. When I looked into her eyes. Just like Amad described when she met Adad." His voice was low and gravelly. "I've never felt this before, with anyone."

Her eyes widened. "Are you certain?" She breathed. Thorin sighed and nodded. His whole demeanor exhausted and defeated. "Yes. Unfortunately."

Dis scoffed, despite the situation she wanted to smack him. "Unfortunate? You stubborn ass, if you truly felt the pull then that means she's…" "Don't." He ground out, suddenly standing up feeling the need for distance.

“Thorin, you can't avoid this. If she truly is, you will need to face it."

“Not a word to anyone." He hissed, his anger scantily covering the cold dread that had been slowly filling him the moment his eyes locked on hers. "Until we know more about her, you are the only one trusted with this. Not even Balin or Dwalin are to know."

Dis stood slowly to face her brother. "You have my word." She reached out and put a comforting hand on his harm. "We can't assume the worst without knowing more. Don't overwhelm yourself with burdens that do not yet exist."

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 The strong scent of wintergreen and lavender overwhelmed her groggy senses as she slowly came to. She blinked, willing her sight to focus as she gingerly tested her sore limbs. She hissed as she pulled herself up against the headboard of the small bed. Her ribs were definitely bruised. Her right shoulder throbbed dully. "Great." She huffed in exasperation.

This wouldn't do. She can't stay in this weakened state. She scanned the room quickly as she pulled the covers up and swung her legs over the side. The walls were a dark green stone, marbled with veins of black and white. She cursed to herself when she realized there were no windows. Breathing in, she pushed herself up onto her wobbly legs. She pushed herself through the initial pain, breathing steadily as she willed her body to cooperate. Gradually the pain subsided enough for her to move about tenderly.

She found her clothes folded nearby on a table with her leather and fur boots resting at the foot of her bed. Her armor and weapons were nowhere to be seen. She groaned. "Figures."

She dressed quickly, ignoring the protests of her body. She had to get out of here, wherever here was. She silently approached her door and leaned her ears against it, and only silence greeted her. She gently tested the doorhandles, and silently praised Aule that the door was unlocked. She opened it slowly just enough for her to peer out. Facing away from her stood two dwarves, bent over a table examining something while talking in hushed voices. One was obviously older, his hair pure white and spectacles perched on his nose. His companion was younger, with thick golden hair. He had many warrior braids weaved throughout, and the way he held his shoulders back spoke volumes of his strength.

“I can take two of them." She thought to herself as she quickly formulated a plan of escape. Her eyes fell on a tray close to where her door was, and on its surface were several knifes of various sizes. Her eyes narrowed in determination. Perfect. Subdue the younger, stronger one and use him as leverage against the older one. She would lock them in her room. She silently opened the door enough to squeeze by and sneak towards the knives. She managed to grab the biggest one without a sound and situated it perfectly for the task at hand.

Fili and Oin were lost in their conversation, not suspecting for one moment their guest would be of the mind that she had to escape. They were looking at a map of Middle Earth, quietly talking about the Northern Wastes and possibilities of a Dwarven kingdom thriving without the rest of all dwarven kingdoms knowing. Fili was listening to Oin intently when he suddenly felt a cold thin object against his throat. He watched Oin's eyes widen in horror.  "Easy Lass! Put the knife down now!" Oin pleaded as he watched the female dwarf hold the knife to the prince's throat in fierce determination as she quickly relieved him of the daggers that he had sheathed in his belt.

“Quiet. Do as I ask and no harm will befall you." Her voice was calm as she finished tossing the daggers away from them, then grabbed Fili's shoulder to direct him firmly.

“Into the room I was in. Now." She ordered, gesturing her head towards the room. Oin held his hands up and slowly started walking towards the room. "Lass, our king saved you from the orcs. We mean you no harm." He pleaded.

“I can't take that chance. I don't even know what kingdom this is." She growled.

“You are in Erebor." Fili managed to grit out, angry at himself for being caught unaware. By a female no less. He didn't want to try to overpower her, in fear of hurting her further. "If we had meant you harm you would of woken up in the dungeons not the infirmary."

“Long Beards? Ruled by a Durinson? I can't trust any of you." She spat, her eyes flashing. "Get in the room now!"

Oin quickly stepped into the room, frantically trying to think of a plan to rescue Fili. She brought the prince right to the door jam. "No hard feelings my good dwarrows. I'll take my leave of you now." With surprising quickness she removed the knife from the princes throat and shoved him forcefully into the room, making him stumble into Oin and onto the ground in a heap.

She slammed the door and quickly locked it with the key that had been hanging by the door on the wall, and rushed back towards the daggers she had pulled from her captive. She quickly heard pounding on the door and faint yelling. She smirked, knowing no one outside of the empty infirmary was going to hear them. By the time they did she would be long gone. She scoured the room looking for any of her weapons or armor, only to discover they were not in this room either. She cursed her bad luck. She would just have to make due with what she had, although she was grateful for her leather corset that she had cinched tightly over her white long sleeved. It provided her bruised and battered torso with much needed support.

She opened the main door to the infirmary and peeked out, relieved to find that no one was out. "Now to find my way out, and find Luna." She laid out her goals in her mind. This was going to take all of her stealth training, sneaking out of the Lonely Mountain. She quickly dashed into the shadows along the wall and started walking away from the infirmary and the distant pounding of the door. She heard multiple heavy footsteps ahead and she quickly ducked into an alcove that was ahead of her and watched in dismay as a group of very intimidating dwarves entered the hall, walking with purpose towards the infirmary.

The leader of the group looked familiar; he was very tall and proud both in stance and bearing with curly raven black hair. His face was stoic, jaw firmly set in determination as he listened to the elderly dwarf that kept pace with him with an undivided attention. He was flanked by another tall dwarf who was partially bald, the Khuzdul runes reserved for the greatest warriors tattooed proudly on his scalp. He was heavily armed, his fierce eyes partially hid by bushy eyebrows set in a furrowed brow. A younger version of the leader walked alongside the warrior, armed with a similar dagger to the one she now had possession of. Two guards came to a stop at the end of the adjoining hall that the group had come from and stood at attention, effectively cutting off her clean getaway.

She grit her teeth as she pressed herself closer to the stone wall. "Now what?" She growled to herself. "Wait … Do you hear that?" The young dark dwarf stopped the group, drawing their attention from the hushed conversation to the faint sound of pounding.

“Its coming from the infirmary!" The leader exclaimed as he broke out into a run.

The sound of his voice made a shiver run down her spine. She recognized that voice. He was the one who she had held at knifepoint that night they saved her from the orcs. The bitter taste of doubt and regret overwhelmed her at the realization. Her heart was now beating rapidly. She was on the verge of being recaptured.

“Too late to turn back now." She scolded herself mentally. "Got to get out of here now."  She heard shouts coming from the infirmary. Her captives had been released. "Curse it all." She seethed. She started to slink alongside the wall, hoping the guards would leave their post at the sound of the shouting.

“She can't of gotten far!" Her heart seized in her chest, It was now or never. She had to make a break for it! The guards looked towards their king, and she took advantage of their distraction. It wasn't a matter of being seen now, but of speed. She bolted from her hiding spot and sprinted towards the hall.

“There she is! Wait!"

She didn't wait. Ignoring the pain that was searing up her torso she sprinted down the hall, past the surprised guards and towards the light leading her way out. Her blood was pounding in her ears as she ran, muffling the sounds of the heavy footsteps and shouts that thundered down from behind her. She focused on the feeling of her legs and feet as she ran as fast as she could, schooling her breathing to give her the very will to help her escape.

“How is the lass even runnin?!" Dwalin thundered incredulously as they pursued her.

Thorin was just as shocked. Just this morning she was unconscious and pale, seemingly helpless in the bed from her wounds. And now she was flying down the hall, her hair streaming behind her. "We have to cut her off! Balin! Have the front gates shut! No one enters! No one leaves!"

“It will be done!" Balin broke off from the group and ran as quick as he could towards a shortcut that would take him to the front gate.

As she neared the end of the hall, she realized that she was approaching the main cavern of the mountain kingdom. The main gate was to her right, and several stories down. She was on one of the higher levels that oversaw the entire market that stretched as far as she could see. Impressive stone bridges criss crossed above and below her, and large banners of dark blue velvet displaying the emblem of Durin's crown hung, gently waving in the slight breeze blowing in from the main gate.

She was breathing heavy, determined to not let panic seize her. The market was teeming with dwarves, men and elves alike. If she took the stairs she would be caught for sure.

She looked at the banner that was hanging from the pillar in front of the landing she was trapped on and her eyes followed it down. Within jumping distance, it would take her down to the main level. She would have to jump down onto a roof of a small shop, but it would be better than breaking her leg on a sheer drop onto the stone floor.

It was her only option.

She pulled out the confiscated daggers and gripped them tightly as she looked back at her pursuers briefly before her eyes narrowed in determination, and then turning and jumping onto the landing rail and launching herself towards the banners, daggers outstretched.

“NO! STOP!" She heard a terrified shout boom and echo around her.

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Thorin could of sworn that his heart had stopped cold in his chest when he watched his One throw herself off the landing into the air. He didn't even remember screaming for her stop. He didn't pay attention to the horrified shouts from his nephews and friends as skidded up to the railing and dared to look down.

He was stunned to see her sliding down the banners, with Fili's daggers slicing through thick velvet with ease.

“What in Mahal's name!" Oin exclaimed as they all watched in shock.

“There is no way I am following her!" Kili stammered as they watched her descent.

Startled screams and shouts started to echo throughout the market as onlookers watched the bizarre scene unfold before them.

She should of known that the daggers were sharp, thus her rapid descent down the banners were a little too quick for her liking. Before she knew it she had sliced completely down the banners and was now free falling down towards a small shop roof. She landed on her feet, but the old shop collapsed on impact and she found herself laying in a ruined heap of old wood and shattered shingles.

Thankfully she had fallen on a shop filled with rugs, her fall somewhat padded although her body seized in pain with the shock of the fall, the air completely knocked out her lungs.

She groaned as she tried to push herself up. "Can't stop now you dolt." She chastised herself mentally.

Screams and shouts thundered in the enormous cavern around her as all chaos broke loose. She gasped desperately for air, her body fighting to obey her command to get up and run.

Thorin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili practically slid down the stairs. He heard the the shouts of his guards over the panic of the market and the resounding 'BANG' of the gates closing off the outside world.

“She's here somewhere!" He shouted over the din to his nephews and Dwalin. "Fan out and spread the word!"

Bofur and Bifur ran out of their toyshop into the pandemonium of the market. Bifur grunted and signed to his brother, confused and worried.

"I don't know! Lets find the rest of the company!" He shouted.

“Bofur! Bifur! We need you!" Fili ran up to his friends, still trying to regain his breath.

“What is going on?" Bofur took in the prince's bedraggled appearance with concern.

Thorin came running through the crowd that had begun to gather around the collapsed rug shop.

“That lass uncle rescued? She escaped, held me a knifepoint!" Explained quickly as he grabbed his friend's arms. "We are trying to catch her."

It was then that they heard gasps and cries ahead of them, and a dusty, rumpled figure stumbled out of the ruins of the rug shop. Thorin's stormy blue eyes met her turbulent green ones for a split second before she turned and ran away from him.

The dwarf King growled in a renewed fury as he took after her. "Halt! I command you to halt!" He yelled as he weaved in and out of his confused and scared subjects.  "Try to cut her off!" He yelled as they started to gain on her.

He still couldn't believe she was still running at the capacity she was, he wasn't even injured and at the peak of physical fitness and he was starting to struggle with keeping up with her pace.

"How is she still running?! Dwarrowdams can't run like this?!" Kili panted as he fought to push himself faster.

What did you lot do!?" Bofur yelled, still confused about what was happening. Just minutes before he had been working on some of his new toy designs, and now they were chasing this poor female through a crowded market as if she was a wanted fugitive.

How is she still running?! Dwarrowdams can't run like this?!" Kili panted as he fought to push himself faster.  "What did you lot do!?" Bofur yelled, still confused about what was happening. Just minutes before he had been working on some of his new toy designs, and now they were chasing this poor female through a crowded market as if she was a wanted fugitive.

“We did nothing!" Fili panted in exasperation.  "Hogs Spit! No lass runs like this for no reason!" Bofur tossed back.

A growl ripped out of Thorin's chest as he pushed himself further, faster, desperate to just make her stop running. He slowly started to gain on her as they began to reach the end of the market and towards the depths of the mountain.

Ahead of them, he saw a line of guards run across and block the way with their massive axes. His relief disappeared as quickly as it appeared as he watched in disbelief as she ran towards the stone wall and picked up speed. Right before she was about to crash into the guard she jumped and ran up the wall with an unbelievable ease, up and over his head to land gracefully on the ground behind the shocked dwarf guards.

As she turned to dart off again, a blur of red hair tackled her to the ground with a loud thud. Tauriel; who had been residing within Erebor as Mirkwood's Emissary, had tackled and pinned the breathless dwarrowdam to the ground with relative ease.

“Oh thank Mahal." Kili heaved as he came to a stop.

Thorin slid to a stop directly in front of the Tauriel and her gasping captive. "Heavens. Above. Woman…" Thorin growled as he breathed heavily, his face dark with anger. "Why. Did. You. Run!?"

Her eyes bore defiantly into his as she struggled to catch her breath. Her nostrils flared in barely contained anger as her body shook with the exertion of her poorly planned and failed escape.

They held each others glares for several moments as everyone around them attempted to catch their breath. "Nothing?" Thorin pressed, his icy tone seemingly making her more defiant.

“Fine." He growled, he gestured for his guards to step forward. "Bind her and bring her to the throne room."

“It shall be done your majesty." Came his guards terse reply.

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audhddino · 1 year

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Heartmate (OC x Thorin)

Chapter one

Bilbo found her, unconscious and shivering, on his doorstep. He dragged her inside and laid her on the bed in his guest room. It took him a while, since she was at least his height, which made it a bit awkward to drag her around. He was shocked to find that she wasn’t too heavy until he realized that aside from being slightly taller than him, she was smaller in every way. Especially her feet, which confused Bilbo. She wasn’t a hobbit, yet she was too small to be much else. He eventually settled down in a nearby armchair to wait for her to wake.

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It didn’t take long for Bilbo to drift off. In fact, it took exactly 45 seconds, but that is neither here nor there. It took the girl exactly 2 hours to regain consciousness.

She awoke in a panic, assuming the worst when she didn’t recognise her surroundings. In the midst of her panic attack, she started to throw things around to find release.

“Nonono, please, calm down! You’ll break something!” Bilbo cried. The girl froze, and Bilbo could see the alert tension in the muscles of her back and shoulders, which were exposed to the air since all she wore was what Bilbo thought was a tight pair of pants and some form of binding on her chest. Slowly, almost painfully so, she turned, her hands coming up in a defensive position as she crouched slightly.

Bilbo could see the change in her eyes the instant she saw him. Confusion and recognition lit up her face. Her hands tentatively returned to her sides, which Bilbo was greatly thankful for.

“Bilbo Baggins. You’re Bilbo Baggins. I’m in Bag End,” she breathed, confusing Bilbo. He had no time to voice his confusion, however, before her knees buckled and she sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall for support.

“Are you alright, Miss?”

She started slightly, then spoke, with a small and minimally comforting smile. “Why, yes, actually. I think so. At least, I’m better than I was.”

“How do you mean?” Bilbo asked.

“I should probably introduce myself. I’m Mili. Mili Whittenkin. I’m from another world, where you’re a character in a story. A story, I think, that has yet to begin,” the girl, Mili, grinned happily.

“What are you? If you don’t mind my asking, that is,” Bilbo responded.

“Well, I was human, but heaven only knows what I can do here.” She stared at her hands.

“Well, do you need help getting home?” Bilbo asked, at a loss for how to proceed. He immediately regretted the question when the already small smile dropped off Mili’s face entirely, instead replaced by a look of resignation.

“I -erm, don’t have one anymore. My family’s all gone. If you want me to leave, I totally understand,” Mili offered.

“No, you’re more than welcome to stay here,” Bilbo informed her in a rush. “I get kind of lonely here all by myself anyways.”

“I-if you’re sure,” Mili sniffled, then a rueful grin crept along her face as she joked, “Not like I know my way around here anyway.”

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With that joke and smile, a new friendship was formed, one that would develop and strengthen, drawing the two together.

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rynneer · 8 months

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Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction.

Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.

She’s carrying his child.

Chapter Six: Broken Crown

We all knew this scene was coming.

so crawl on my belly ‘til the sun goes down, i’ll never wear your broken crown. i can take the road, and i can fuck it all away—but in this twilight, our choices seal our fate.

-Broken Crown, Mumford and Sons

The commotion on the rampart grows louder as you rush up the stairs, going as fast as your diminished stamina lets you. You arrive at the top with a gasping breath, seeing Thorin already holding Bilbo atop the wall, staring down at Gandalf approaching from the gathered troops.

“If you don’t like my burglar, please, don’t damage him!” he booms. “Return him to me.”

God bless that wizard, you think to yourself. God bless that fucking wizard and his timing.

“You’re not making a very splendid figure as King Under the Mountain, are you, Thorin, son of Thrain?” Gandalf observes.

Thorin looks at him for another moment before letting Bilbo slip from his grasp. Balin and Fíli help him to his feet. The hobbit flings a rope over the wall, Bofur pushing him forward urgently, and scurries down.

“Never again will I have dealings with wizards,” Thorin shouts. “Or Shire-rats!”

You flinch at the venom in his words. Thorin’s eyes find you lurking by the wall. “What?” he demands, storming forward. “Do you have something to say?”

He’s nose-to-nose with you, daring you to defy him. You search his face, hardly recognizing the dwarf who who begrudgingly accepted you into his Company, who shielded you from fire and wargs, who welcomed you into his family.

“This is wrong,” you whisper. “This isn’t you.”

Thorin is silent for a moment. “Then go,” he spits. “Go join your kin amongst Men. You are no Durin.”

Though you know his mind is twisted by the dragon-sickness, it doesn’t soften the blow against your heart. The other dwarves look at you in dismay.

After a moment, your face hardens, and you stand tall, standing exactly level with Thorin. “Fuck this,” you say quietly, pushing past him, rougher than necessary, towards the rope. “I’m not dying over a fucking rock.”

He sneers at you and turns on his heel to storm back into the keep. The dwarves pat your arm firmly as they pass, Balin squeezing your shoulders. “Be careful,” he murmurs.

Fíli and Kíli stay put, looking at you helplessly. Kíli grips Fíli’s arm. “Fíli…” he trails off.

Fíli turns to his brother. They stare at one another wordlessly, then he grabs Kíli’s hair and pulls their foreheads together, whispering something in Khuzdûl.

Kíli nods, pulls back, and wraps you in a tight hug. “Be safe, little sister.” He withdraws and starts down the stairs, turning back one last time before vanishing.

It’s just you and Fíli on the wall now, watching the backs of Thranduil and Bard’s troops as they make for their camp. Tiny flakes of snow speckle Fíli’s armor, and his breath billows out in frosty clouds.

“Now what?” he asks.

Your mind whirls. In the book, the Durin clan dies standing together. In the movies, they die standing alone. I don’t know if I can save them all, you think, but I know can save one.

“Come with me,” you urge, grabbing Fíli’s arm.

He tenses. “Y/N, I… I can’t just leave him… I’m his heir, the crown prince—it’d be the highest betrayal!”

You lean in close. “He’ll forgive you for leaving,” you whisper in his ear, voice trembling. “But I won’t forgive you for staying.”

“He’s family,” Fíli pleads.

Your heart twists in your chest, but you know you need to hit him where it hurts. You seize his hand and put it to your belly. “We are family too,” you insist. “Please, don’t leave me to raise our baby alone.”

Still, he hesitates.

One final weapon. “Fíli. If you stay, you die.”

Fíli’s eyes widen. “You said you’d never tell us our fates—you wouldn’t change the story!”

Your hold on his wrist tightens to a death grip. “I’m tired of pretending like I’m not part of this world,” you hiss. “I’m done acting like I’m not part of the story. I’m not going to let you die here, Fee.”

A look of anguish crosses his face. Your vision starts to swim with tears as Fíli looks from you, to the rope, to the doorway Thorin had stormed through, to your stomach. The anguish hardens to resolve, and he nods slowly. “Alright,” he says with a deep, shuddering breath. “Alright.” He shifts his belt so his sword is along his back and wraps an arm tightly around your waist, hoisting you onto his hip. “Hold on tight,” he grunts.

You cling to his neck and he grabs the rope, throwing a leg over the wall and slowly belaying down. Heights don’t normally bother you, but you bury your face in his shoulder, unable to look at the ground far beneath you. Your bag sways and bumps against your back with each of Fíli’s bounces downward. The descent lasts far too long, but at last you feel solid earth beneath your feet.

No sooner than you land does a hand seize your collar and pull you into the shadow of the wall. “What are you doing out here?” a voice hisses in your ear.

Tauriel! “I thought you were dead!” you choke out.

She releases you and Fíli, who grabs your upper arm tightly, ready to flee. Tauriel looks down at you grimly. “It will take more than dragon-fire to put an elf of Mirkwood down.” Her eyes shift to Fíli. “So, you abandon your kin, dorn?” [dwarf]

Fíli bristles, but you place a hand on his chest and push him behind you gently. “We need to get somewhere safe. Can you help us?”

Tauriel regards the pair of you with a measured gaze. “Is Kí—is your brother safe?”

Fíli nods, and Tauriel visibly relaxes. She looks back up at Erebor, then across the field in the distance where the white top of Thranduil’s tent is just barely visible in the quickly fading light. “Follow me. Quietly now, and swiftly.”

You make your way across the frozen ground until you come to a halt in front of a pair of elven guards. They seem astonished to find Tauriel standing before them, intact, if a bit charred. Nevertheless, they cross their spears to block your path. “Daro!” they cry in unison. [Stop!]

“We seek an audience with the king,” Tauriel explains.

“The king has no interest in communing with traitors,” one snaps. “Perhaps the gornoth will take pity on your plight.” [dwarves (derogatory)]

“Please,” you beg, stepping forward. “At least let us talk to Bard, or–”

“My goodness, could that be the voice of Lady Y/N that I hear?” A wizened hand sweeps open the tent flap and Gandalf steps out, his eyes twinkling in the torchlight.

“Gandalf!” You duck under the spears and rush forward, throwing your arms around him in sheer relief.

Gandalf seems mildly surprised by the gesture and pats your back. He raises a bushy eyebrow when he notices Fíli, and pushes you back gently by your shoulder. “Does Thorin send you to parley?”

“No, we come of our own accord. To seek refuge,” Fíli adds, indicating your belly. He swallows. You know how hard this must be for the proud dwarf prince.

But as you await Gandalf’s response, it occurs to you now that he has no knowledge of you and Fíli’s relationship, and certainly not of your pregnancy. You hold your breath.

The wizard looks down at you, then back to Fíli with a frown. “Come in from the cold and we shall discuss this… development.” He ushers you inside, where Bard, Thranduil, and Bilbo sit at a small table.

The elven king is on his feet immediately. “Why have you brought a–” but his demand ends in a sputter when Tauriel enters behind you.

She meets the king’s eyes steadily and dips her head. “Your highness.”

A small smirk crosses Fíli’s lips at Thranduil’s stunned face.

Gandalf brings forward a small chair, gesturing for you to take a seat. You do so with a grateful smile. Fíli moves behind you and rests his hands on your shoulders. You take one with a squeeze.

Gandalf sits as well, leaning forward with his hands folded. “Am I correct in assuming that…?” he waves a hand in Fíli’s general direction.

You swallow hard and nod. “Things… things happened.”

“And what of Thorin and Company?”

“We can reason with him,” Fíli cuts in. “Now that you have the stone, there’s some bargaining power, surely!”

“It’s dragon-sickness, Fee, there’s no reasoning with dragon-sickness!” you snap.

“Y/N?” It’s Bilbo. “Do you know what comes next?”

You frown and dig in your bag for The Hobbit. Thranduil and Tauriel exchange looks of confusion.

“It’s a… power of prophecy, of a sort,” you mumble, thumbing through the pages. “We’re only a few pages into chapter seventeen…” you trail off as a dark word consumes your mind. “Orcs!”

Thranduil leans forward. “What?”

“Orcs. That’s—that’s it, that’s all I can think about—fuck!” You bury your face in your hands. “I can’t see it. I’ve changed the story.” You take a deep breath. “Orcs are coming. I don’t know when, I don’t know how many, but they’re coming.”

Gandalf rises swiftly, retrieving his staff from the corner of the tent. “Then we must be ready. Is there any possibility of reasoning with Thorin?”

You rub your temples. “I can’t be sure. I think he recovers—maybe Fíli leaving will speed it up?”

Fíli flinches slightly.

The wizard nods. “Ready your troops. Be prepared for battle by dawn. We will not be caught unawares.”

Thranduil and Bard offer their agreement, Bard standing to leave for his own lodgings. He pauses, glancing at you and Fíli with a curt nod. “Congratulations.” With that, the archer is gone. Thranduil is swift to leave as well, Tauriel falling easily into place behind him.

“Someone needs to warn Thorin,” Fíli says. He places a hand on the hilt of his sword and makes for the exit, but you snag his wrist. He twists against your grasp, and you hold tight, fingers digging into his skin.

“You’re staying here,” you insist.

“I’ll go,” Bilbo says quietly.

Fíli scoffs. “They’d skewer you with an arrow as soon as you’re within sight of the gates.”

“Well, I did manage to sneak in and out of Erebor without a terrible dragon noticing,” Bilbo points out. “I think I can get past a few dwarves.”

The dwarf just snorts in response.

Gandalf regards the hobbit curiously, watching Bilbo’s fingers fidget in his pocket. “Very well then, Bilbo. As for the pair of you,” he raises an eyebrow in your direction, “I was just about to put on a pot of tea, and I believe Lady Y/N and her little one are sorely in need of some proper nourishment.” He dips his head and ducks out of the tent.

A long, shaking sigh escapes you. You lean against the back of the chair, weariness plaguing your bones. Fili returns to your side and presses a kiss to the top of your head. Then, he separates out a thin section of your hair, carefully beginning to weave it into a braid.

You let out a small gasp, covering his hand with your own. “Fíli? Now?”

He smiles, gently pushing your hand aside and continuing. “If I’m to go into battle at dawn, I want everything to be proper.” The braid complete, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny, wooden bead with delicate etchings.

You take it from his outstretched hand. The wood is rough and unsanded, but you can make out a crude attempt at your and Fíli’s initials in English, as well as runes you vaguely recognize as Khuzdûl. You blush, not thinking your brief alphabet lesson ages ago had taken hold.

“I may have nicked your book to practice,” Fíli says with a wink. “Took me ages to get your silly runes right.” He folds your fingers around the bead and sinks to one knee in front of you—you didn’t think your human courtship lessons had taken hold either. His eyes sparkle as he gazes up at you. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes fill with tears. “Yes,” you whisper.

Fíli grins and takes the bead back, securing it in your hair and kissing it gently. You yank him in by the collar and press your lips against his. He melts into the kiss, fingers tangling in your loose hair.

Applause from the corner makes you pull back with a jump. You had forgotten Bilbo was still in the tent. With a lopsided smile you stand and push the hobbit out towards Gandalf and the fire. “Give us some privacy!” you chide good-naturedly.

Fíli chuckles and rises as well, pulling you close. He kneels back down, lifting your tunic and kissing your stomach, making you flush even more. “You take care of your amad,” he whispers to the unborn dwarfling. “Adad’s got to go scout out the perfect place for our wedding.” He grins, and you grunt, when the baby kicks against your stomach.

You sigh again and kneel with him, leaning into his arms. You’ve changed the story so much, the future is dark to you now—all that is left is to place your faith in the strength of the dwarves.

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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years

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THE FLOWER IN THE FORGE (part II/II)

Request: Thorin x fem human! reader please where they meet in Ered Luin during Thorin’s blacksmith days, she bonded with the rest of the Durins too especially Dis, so just cute & stuff until finally Thorin has to leave to reclaim Erebor, maybe a bit of an angsty bittersweet ending because the reader is not interested in being a queen

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x human!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Requested by: @queenofmankind

The flower in the forge: @rosierosieelain

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722

Warnings: feelings duh

A/N: the second part is finally finished uwu, I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first one, though it's kinda long ngl, anyway enjoy <3

Part I

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There were rumors almost immediately after Thorin had spent the night in my house, and they only increased when, past a week, we started courting each other. The people in town weren't exactly subtle, so we caught on them rather quickly.

"What are you doing here?" Thorin inquired after having seen me approaching the blacksmith's.

"I came to keep your company for a bit." my reply was casual and relaxed, as opposed to his tone, almost distressed. "Would you like me better away?" my question was meant to tease him, though it hid some insecurity.

"It is not like that." he grumbled, moving around the workplace; I couldn't say for sure if he was actually working or if he was avoiding having to lay his eyes on me.

"Then?"

He ceased his actions for a moment and sighed. "People talk." he almost whispered, glaring at every person that might had been staring at us.

"Well, let them." I shrugged, letting myself fall on the stool.

Unexpectedly, his eyes left his hands and dug into mines. "It does not amuse me one bit hearing these people talk about you." the intensity his ice blue eyes held was too much to bear; I had to fight the urge to look away. "nor the things that they say."

"Listen, that is very sweet of you, but if I don't mind it, then neither should you." He grunted and went back to his tasks. "Thorin." I pinched my nose at his deliberate disregard of me. "I'll leave now." I waited for an instant there, hoping to receive a response of some kind, but seeing I wasn't going to get any, I began to stand up.

"Thorin" we both looked at the entrance, where a dwarf-woman stood with arms crossed.

"Dís?" the raven-haired dwarf seemed not only caught off guard, but also tense. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to drag you back home personally," she entered the blacksmith's and took a seat on the wooden bench right across me. "since both my sons keep being thrown out."

Thorin kept his mouth shut, and so did I. Dís didn't seem to notice me, and I'd rather keep it like that as long as I could; if Thorin hadn't said anything about me, it was for a reason.

"Brother," Oh no. "you spend too much time in here." it was then that she looked up and met my eyes. I couldn't say for sure if I looked as scared as I was. "Is this the lass that got you smitten?" my eyes went wide and Thorin almost choked on the water he was drinking. "don't look so scared, kid, I won't bite you." I cleared my throat and tried to relax. "what is your name?"

"Y/n, ma'am."

"who told you?" Thorin inquired, hostile.

"Kíli." Thorin mumbled something in what I supposed was khuzdul. "You know how he is," Dís defended him. "If you wanted the courting to be a secret you should have kept her away from my sons."

"who else knows?"

"I think I shall leave now." I stated, walking to the entrance of the shop.

"nonsense." Dís replied, getting up too. "Stay, I did not mean to interrupt you."

"You didn't."

"She was leaving."

Thorin and I spoke simultaneously, which somehow made the situation more uncomfortable.

"In that case, I'll walk with you, if you don't mind." I shook my head no and she joined me at the entrance. "He's poor company anyway." I let out a chuckle at her words. "Tell me about you, Y/n."

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THORIN’S P. O. V.

"Dís came to visit today." Y/n informed me whilst brushing her hair in front of her old mirror. "she sends you regards."

"I have the feeling that my sister likes you more than she likes me." I chuckled, walking to stand behind Y/n.

"No wonder why" she teased, looking at me through the mirror as I carefully took her hair in one hand and the brush in the other. "She explained to me that touching another's hair is something very intimate for you." I stopped my actions at her intent words. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... Don't know." I replied truthfully, resuming the brushing of her hair. "I guess I didn't want to impose my costumes."

"Can you please braid my hair?"

"Of course." I replied, separating her hair in four sections, just to be stopped by her hands as she turned her torso to meet me.

"No, I meant as in—" my eyes widened a little and her smile grew wider. "Can you please braid my hair, so I can braid yours too?" She bit her lower lip expectant.

I lifted her chin and laid my lips on hers in the most tender way I could. When we pulled away, her eyes shun with love and excitement equally, and I felt a beam making its way to my face. "Of course." I repeated, going to her side to braid a section of her hair.

When I looked at her reflection, I saw her already staring at me with such happiness it made my heart swell.

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READER'S P. O. V.

A year had passed since I had first met Thorin, and it had been the happiest year of my whole life.

But all good things come to an end, sooner rather than later, to my dismay.

Thorin appeared in front of my shop late night. He had business in his home that day so I wasn't expecting him to come back until the next morning, so when he showed up, I had the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course," I closed the shop to the public and invited him to come inside. "What is it?"

"I'm leaving." I furrowed my brows in confusion and Thorin sighed. "I must reclaim my Kingdom." I sat down as realization started to overcome my confusion. "I cannot ask you to come with me," he came to me and took my hand in his. "But I can ask you to join me in a different way."

"Thorin..." my gaze stayed casted down, fixed in our hands, and when Thorin realize that wasn't going to change, he kneeled in front of me. "I don't—"

"I love you, Y/n." he sounded sanguine in his declaration. "Let me make you my queen."

"I love you too, Thorin." with a bittersweet smile, I kneeled too in front of him. "But I can't be your queen." his ice blue irises, though held pain, showed me that he already knew my answer. "There are endless reasons why I cannot," I replied, squeezing his hands. "but the main one is that I have no interest in being queen in a foreign land." before he could interrupt me, I kept explaining, "Thorin, that mountain is your home, but my home is here, you have to understand."

His eyes stared into mines with such intensity that the hurting and the love they held made my orbs well.

"I know," he whispered with a half smile "but I had to try." his voice trembled and a couple of tears ran down my cheeks, though they didn't get too far, since Thorin's thumbs were fast to wipe them gently. "listen now, amrâlimé, my future now holds nothing but uncertainty," a sweet-and-sour beam twisted the corner of his lips as he cupped my cheeks. "but one thing I'm sure of, and it is that I will love you forever."

"I will, too." I confessed, leaning on to kiss his lips.

It wasn't a passionate one, for it was a goodbye kiss. I savored it as much as I could, attempting to memorize how his lips felt, and so did he.

"Farewell, Y/n." he spoke, planting a chaste kiss on my forehead before getting up. "May Durin guard you."

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The next morning, expectedly, the blacksmith's shop was closed, and people spoke about Thorin Oakenshield, who had parted with some of his kin to take back what was theirs.

I took my hands to fidget with the bead at the end of my braid. I probably would not see him ever again, but I was certain my heart belonged to him, and his to me.

"Farewell, Thorin Oakenshield." I whispered to myself. "May Durin guard you."

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creativebeansofchaos · 2 years

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Thorin x Y/n Part 1

This is the beginning of a full length story based on my Fanfic Idea 3 post.

I stood in front of a round green door on the hillside of the shire. Gandalf had sent word to meet him at and I quote "the thief's house in the shire." like what the hell is that supposed to mean old man. I finally understood when after a long trip I saw the glow of the thief's mark on the door.

"So this what he meant," I said in a whisper to myself. The commotion in the house told me that most if not all the dwarves were already inside the house. knocking firmly on the door a hobbit with short brown hair and a rather distressed look on his face opened the door.

"you must be Mr. Baggins. " He stood there looking at me dumbfounded. He began to speak but was interrupted when Gandalf called me out to me beckoning me to him. Giving the hobbit a goofy smile before entering and walking over to Gandalf.

"Ah... my dear Y/n how was your travel."

"It was rather boring though I really wish you would have elaborated more than just saying. Go to the thief's house." I placed my hand on my hips smiling at the old man. "So this is the company." I gesture around at the dwarves who paid no mind to me and just continue to grab food from the cupboard readying a feast. "Yes. Though our leader is not here yet." As Gandalf spoke a dwarf with tattoos on his head turned to him and answered his unasked question.

"He went north to speak with our kin." he then turned his attention to me. Now don't get me wrong I love being the center of attention but when this dwarf looked at me as if I knocked over his mother's urn. I wanted to sink into the ground and die. "who are you?"

I just froze as this man glared up at me. Gandalf (thank the gods) answered for me. "This is my apprentice Y/n she will be joining us."

"Does Thorin know?" He looked at him expectantly as fin knowing what his answer will be.

"In due time." my eyes widened after hearing Gandalf say this. I stood there quietly for a moment before turning to him.

"What?!!!!" I gave a pause for effect. "you didn't tell him I was joining the company."

he turned to me and gave me an unimpressed look before clarifying. "No, because you are not joining the company you are here so I can keep an eye on you after what happened." I opened my mouth to retaliate before I was given a look that shut me up real quick.

Everyone made their way to the table for food but Gandalf instructed me to wait in the kitchen so that he can introduce me to everyone when Thorin is there. Grumbling I trudge my way into the kitchen stealing a bun that had been left behind and munching on that as I sat on the counter.

"Ya, send the one woman in the group to the kitchen. (>_<)." I continue to grumble angrily to myself until three load knocks on the door draw my attention away from the small sparks I was forming in my palms.

Everyone stood by the door greeting the new dwarf who had just arrived. He had long dark brown hair and a short beard and by all accounts, he was smoking hot. He began interrogating the hobbit about what weapon he used even though Mr. Baggins clearly had never lifted a sword in his life.

" That was hot," I whispered quietly to myself in elvish. Apparently, I was not as quiet as I originally assumed because everyone's attention was now on me. "Oh shit." This earned me a smack on the back of the head from Gandalf and a glare. I mouthed sorry to him and he spoke.

"I would like everyone to meet my apprentice Y/n." He nudged me forward a bit urging me to say something.

"um... Hi." giving a small wave only seemed to cause Thorin's glare to increase. I made eye contact with him and we kind of just stood there for a moment before I had a brilliant idea that I gave no thought to.

I gave him a smirk and a wink followed by using my favorite method of escape. I shot a bright light out of my body temporarily blinding them before booking out of the house. I made my way onto the roof listening to their conversation and then their singing as the night got later.

At some late hour when I was half asleep I heard the door open. a long sigh and I quietly adjusted my position so I would speak with him. watched him for a bit before starting up a conversation.

"long night?" To my amusement and delight, this man jumped a good foot in the air before wiping around to look at me. He looked ready to kill something with his hand now rested untrustingly on his sword.

"What do you want." I gave him a small smile before trying to contain my laughter at how strong the impulse to say "that ass." was. Sucking in a breath I shrugged.

"Do you mean like what I want in life or right now? because honestly, I could really go for some coffee." He looked surprised if not a little annoyed. I lean back onto the roof and feel his eyes on me. I arch my back in a stretch lifting my arms above my head showing a bit of my stomach. When my back popped I let out a soft moan while watching him from out the corner of my eye. It was hard to tell in low light but I could have sworn I saw a blush dust his cheeks. I couldn't help the smug look that crossed my face when he coughed awkwardly and began to speak.

"No, I mean why are you joining this company. What are you trying to gain." I shrugged again before responding.

"Honestly I am only here because Gandalf wants to keep an eye on me and my magic. And according to him, I am not actually joining the company contractually."

Part 1 end

This is a thank you to @undeniableadrenaline for inspiring me to write this as a full length story. Part 2 will be up soon. (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

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aaalllice · 3 years

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you have changed ! pt.2 Thorin oakenshield x reader

(I am not English)

Warning : none

good reading

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short summary

The company was captured by goblins, but fortunately Gandalf arrived. I could see the potency of all the dwarves at the fight and that Dwalin had lost nothing in the power of his punches.

We came out unscathed, incroyable, right?

Even the hobbit that we thought for the most part lost and that Thorin despised even more, and he appeared more motivated than ever.

All seem to be getting better, until heard in the distance a ord of wargs.

We have all climbed in the trees that this found at the edge of the cliff.

All seemed lost, the King was on the ground and the flames circled us. But in an element of courage a few dwarves are hoisting on the branches and this sound throw on the wargs and orcs. Dori, Ori and I did not do it , the two brothers were in a very bad position, suspended in the void at Gandalf’s stick, as for me, I was badly landed on the branch, which almost knocked me out.

But it’s all over, the eagles have arrived, and Thorin has apologized to Bilbo.

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5 months later

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I was between Fili and Kiri who bet on everything and anything, example : which of the two will manage to steal an axe from Dwalin, where which one runs the fastest or which one will give Balin the biggest headache.

I looked straight ahead, without saying anything or even meaning to participate in their nonsense, which is unusual, and the two brothers noticed it.

how you doing, orc head ? ; says kili

you can see she’s not well, idiot, tell us what’s wrong, goblin ; says Fili

I lift up my eyes to heaven, and give them a blow to the head.

it’s all right, morons, I’m just concentrating on the way ;

says rather about our uncle ; says Fili raising an eyebrow and with a smile full of malice

indeed at the head of the group was Thorin, I was at the end, but I could clearly see his back

what are you talking about ;

nothing, forget it ; says Fili by winking at me

i have a challenge for all three of us ; says Kili moving his arms hysterically

the first to steal one of Thorin's hair beads won ;

i bet you I can do it by noon tomorrow ; says Fili

and I bet you I’d steal two of them ; says Kili

they turned to me, with a wide smile and raised eyebrows

Pff, okay, I just bet you I’m the one who’s gonna win ;

The day went by without a problem, Fili and Kili did not stop circling around their uncle, who now suspects what. Bravo, it will be impossible to win

Besides, we don’t talk too much, since the Godelins, our only "conversations" is we eat, we go and you are still as stupid as when you were a child, but often it’s black look, and severe.

We eat ! ; say together Gloin and Oin

The night has fallen fast, the dwarves are all going to bed

If you have anything to do, do it now ; says Gandalf with a wink

he knew, I’m not even surprised, Well, like he says, I don’t have time to waste, where is Thorin, I didn’t see him go to bed.

we had placed our camp at the bottom of a small hill from where we could see the Lonely Mountain

He can only be here, it’s gonna be harder to robb him if he’s awake, but if I want to win...

I start to climb, I got to the top quickly, a magnificent view is offered to me, the stars shone so strong, we can see clearly . But no Thorin in sight

what do you want ; i jumped in amazement

it was of course Thorin, he was sitting on a tree trunk

The King under the mountain would let me sit by his side ? ;

And then you sulk when I tell you you’re still a cheeky child ;

he moves slightly so I can sit

the view is splendid, I had never seen the mountain before, I must say that I never follow go so far from home ;

what do you want ; we looked straight ahead of us

but you’ve never been this close in a long time ;

I don’t know why I said that (rule number 6 of Dis, we don’t talk about the mountain to Thorin unless he tells us first)

tell me what you want before I send you home ;

oh no, don’t do that, I didn’t even tell my parents where I was going ;

you didn’t warn them ? ;

eheheheh, it’s time to think about a plan to have this pearl !

actress mode engaged ~

yes, but it doesn’t matter anyway, they’re not anymore

what do you mean, they’re gone ? ; He turns his head

they're dead ; (which is obviously a lie)

but what do you want, I have to do whatever it takes to win

my head fell into my hands, if I could cry on demand it would have helped me

I do my best not to laugh, stress maybe or it’s because I can’t wait to mocked the brothers when I say I won

there was a long silence

I feel a hand on my back

I lift my head from surprise, I did not expect to have such physical contact with him

Thorin was close, our legs were touching, he always had his hand on my back. His blue gray eyes were looking at me carefully It was not a severe look as usual but a worried look.

I smiled softly at him

It’s all right, helping you get back to your place reminds me of something else ;

he turns his face towards the mountain, always his hand behind my back

soon, we will finally be home ;

I have an excess of confidence all of a sudden (and who tries nothing has nothing) so I put my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.

I couldn’t see his reaction, but he must have been surprised

his shoulder is so comfortable, I think I’m going to fall asleep soon

in fact, That’s what I did

I wake up slowly, I would have thought I saw the stars but the sun was already rising

I was lying on the trunk, with a green apple on the ground

I get up, fang in the apple try to remind me what happened after seeing my head paused on his shoulder

I paused my head on his shoulder!! but why did I do it? arghhh, I would have the right to reprimands, nice

bla bla bla grows a bit ; I made a blazer face

what have I done to have such an unconscious load ; I did his usual black look

by Durin spare me, his children will have my death ; I stood up and started to make a big gesture

I continued to imitate him, when I felt that there was something in my hand

good mooooorning guys ; I said in a conquering tone

y/n ; says Fili

where were you ? ; says Kili

guessed what I found ; said I raising an eyebrow

they looked at each other with an air of incomprehension on their face

what ??? ; said both, and loud enough for the dwarves close to us to turn around

Shhhhh ; I opened my hand to show them

it was a pearl, but not any pearl, a pearl of Thorin himself

how ? ; says Fili, disturbed

how did you do it? we tried all morning ; said Kili, angry at having lost

tell us ! ; said the brothers

Well, a magician never reveals his secrets ;

Gandalf started to laugh

what’s happening ? ; says Dwalin

why does Monsieur Gandalf laugh ; says Dori

'Cause of your face, you stupid idiot ! ; said Nori

a fight between some dwarf broke out, while the others mocked them

Fili and Kili were far away, too discouraged to have lost

I looked at the little pearl in my hand, I had won, I had earned the privilege of make fun of them at least until the end of the journey

but how? how the pearl landed here

I felt someone pass behind me and he took place next to me

you owe me your victory, so you owe me a favor now ;

then he went to the disordered group of dwarves, and howled in Khuzdul something I did not understand, but it immediately calmed everyone down, even me who had nothing to do with their fight.

once everyone is ready, we return to the path left last night

But contrary to yesterday, the brothers do only very small challenges (the first one that arrives at the big tree there, ....), for which I confess that I participated.

But the big difference between yesterday and today, is that now things between Thorin and me, will, how shall I put it, improve?

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End

pt.3 soon (i hope)

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Kiss

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c0uls0n · 2 years

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When ordinary human Lilah Whitford is called forth by Gandalf to aid the dwarves on their quest to reclaim Erebor, she gladly accepts. Acting as the parties ambassador Lilah must remember that while she knows how the story ends, she mustn’t change the outcome; even if she so desperately wants too. Lilah will give Thorin her heart to break.

(Inspired by Heart To Break - Kim Petras)

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andrestheforestgremlin · 4 years

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So I was kinda bored today and for some reason drawing a long bearded, white haired Thorin Oakenshield (aka the way he was in the book) brings me joy.

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luna-redamancy · 5 years

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Directions (Thorin x Gender Neutral!! Reader)

A/N: Thank you @floral-and-fine for the cute idea! And I lowkey wanna live in a hobbit hole to be real honest with ya... Anywho there may be a possible pt.2

Warnings: None?

“Green door…” Thorin recited Gandalf’s words, he was on his way to meeting his Company, for he was getting ready to reclaim his homeland and needed to meet the last member of his Company.

Furrowing his brow, Thorin stopped on the empty road, looking back and forth. Hobbit holes upon hobbit holes were covering the hills, each painted different colors.

“Green… Door!” Thorin grinned to himself triumphantly, marching right up to the green door that caught his eye.

Raising a fist, Thorin settled his expression before knocking carefully.

Humming to yourself you poured your tea, excited to have a night in after working all week in the market.

Just as you were about to grab your honey, a knock sounded at the door. Pausing in your stride, you looked over to the door, brows furrowed. You weren’t expecting visitors.

Carefully wiping your hands on a rag on the counter, you walked through the halls of your hobbit hole before you reached your front door.

Carefully peeking outside the window, your confusion increased, even more, when you saw a dwarf standing outside of your home.

Pulling open the door, you flashed a bright smile, concealing your confusion. Your other hand reached for the iron bar you kept next to your door, ‘Just in case the situation got dangerous’ you thought before you spoke: “May I help you, sir?”

“Is this the residence of Mr.Baggins?” Thorin asked, looking past your shoulder to see if any of his fellow company members were inside.

“Mr.Baggins… Oh! You mean Bilbo!” You smiled, “No, sir, he lives up the way, six doors down with a wooden gate in front of his garden,” You explained, stepping out slightly, to point the direction he needed to go.

“Ah..” Thorin deflated slightly, an ounce of an annoyed expression slipping onto his polite smile.

“Well, thank you.” Thorin bowed his head to you before bounding down the stone path yet again for that evening.

“Gandalf…” Thorin inclined his head in slight greeting, his voice holding no cheer as he entered Bilbo’s hobbit hole, finally, that evening.

“I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. I would’ve stayed lost had it not been for a hobbit that gave me directions down the way,” Thorin nearly growled, huffing slightly as his gaze shifted to Bilbo.

“They were oddly kind, is that common for your kind?” Thorin asked, tilting his head curiously. “Most… Most Hobbits are kind, yes, polite if not kind,” Bilbo stammered, not liking Thorin’s intense gaze.

“Hmm…”

Throughout the night, Thorin’s mind should’ve been drifting to the quest that he was about to venture on, but instead, it kept drifting to you. Your hair seemed soft in the candlelight of your home, your eyes warm with kindness.

“Who were they…” Thorin couldn’t help but mutter aloud, eyes glancing out the window in hopes of catching a glimpse of you.

“If you could describe them, I could possibly tell you who they are,” Bilbo hummed while sipping his tea, already having the thought of playing matchmaker.

“Ahh… That’s (Y/N), they have lived down the road for quite some time, lovely hobbit they are,” Bilbo spoke fondly, you two often swapped gardening tips and helped each other out when needed.

“(Y/n),” Thorin tasted your name on his tongue before nodding to himself.

He decided from that moment that no matter what it took, he will see you again.

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These two little babies are going to be so much fun to write ❤️❤️

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adieu mon homme | fili chapter 2

I grumble as he pushes past me, his shoulder moving me to the side. “Thank you, miss.” He smiles slyly.

“I don’t recall inviting you in,” I try to step back in his way.

Instead he tosses a heap of weapons into my arms, sending me toppling backwards into the wall of the foyer.

“Be careful with those. I just had them sharpened,” he walks past me curtly.

“Oops.” I drop them onto the floor, each sword and dagger clattering as they make contact with the hard wood flooring. “My bad.”

It is hard not to smile as I watch his face contort in anger.

“I told you I just had them sharpened!” Fili tries to control his temper, a muscle in his jaw ticking against his fury.

“I’m sure you can have them sharpened again,” I dust my hands off on my faded blue skirt, the grime from Fili’s weapons transferring onto the material. “Would you look at that? My skirt is ruined!”

“Fili, let’s not be rude to our host!” His brother scorns playfully from where he pries off his boots, using Bilbo’s mother’s glory box as leverage.

“Hey! I wouldn’t do that if I were you-“ I am cut off, being shoved aside by Dwalin as he walks in to greet Fili and Kili.

Bilbo walks up next to me, clearly in need of a nap. I don’t blame him. I consider myself to be in the same situation.

“Whatever are we going to do,” he grumbles as the dwarves advance onward to the dining room, food already scattered across the once clean table.

“Let’s shove this in the hole, or otherwise we’ll never get everyone in,” Balin commands them to move one of the tables into the living room.

Bilbo almost bursts a blood vessel and yet he still keeps tight reins on his temper. “Ev…everyone?! How many more are there?”

I almost scream at the sound of yet another knock at the door, my own temper reaching its limits as Bilbo stomps towards the door.

In comparison to his rather measly attempts of getting the situation under control, his outburst is uncharacteristic of him. “Oh, no! No, no. There’s nobody home! Go away, and bother somebody else! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If…if this is some blockhead’s idea of a joke, I can only say, it is in very poor taste!”

The moment I turn around towards the door, dwarves flood in, their faces smushed onto the floor as they pile on top of each other.

“Good God,” I mutter under my breath. “Could this have happened at a worse time?”

I bend down to help a dwarf off of his friend, earning a warm smile. I nod cordially as I bite back the pain in my ankle. I really should listen to Dwalin and get some ice for it, but Bilbo’s sanity is a far more pressing concern at the moment.

“Gandalf,” Bilbo sighs, not in relief, but in annoyance as the tall grey wizard pokes his head into the doorway.

Gandalf the Grey is a legend here in the Shire, his fireworks marking the greatest celebrations in hobbit history. Having never seen him in real life, until now I didn’t think he existed, honestly. But seeing him tower over the dwarves, them not even reaching his waist, I know it is him, that he is the real deal.

“Gandalf?” I gasp. “As in the wizard?”

“Oh yes, Brindle Took. As in the wizard,” he bellows, stepping over a red haired dwarf on his way into the house.

As Bilbo goes on and on to the dwarves about being careful with his utensils and decorations, I stand in front of Gandalf, as if someone of my stature could possibly stop him in his tracks. “Are you sure you’re at the right house?” I know that the question is lost. Such a wizard wouldn’t mix up houses like this. He wouldn’t send dwarves flocking to some stranger’s house.

“Yes, I am. I even put that delightful little mark there earlier myself. Had to make sure our guests knew where to come,” he explains, avoiding hitting his head on the hanging chandelier above.

“Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf?” One of the dwarves asks Gandalf, this one with kind eyes and a smile.

“Yes, Dori?” Gandalf leans his weight on his staff. I look between the dwarf and the wizard. Before today I hadn’t seen neither and now I feel as though I could go the rest of my life without seeing another one of each.

“Could I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?” He asks, reaching his mug upwards towards Gandalf who waves him off.

“No thank you. I’d rather have some red wine.” I see the smile in the wrinkles beside his eyes. Disregarding me, he begins to tally each dwarf, counting each on his hand. “Uh..Fili, Kili. Uh…Oin, Gloin. Dwalin, Balin. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dori, Nori…” He looks around, his grey eyes wide, as if he is missing something. “Ori!”

I don’t offer to help him find whatever it may be, I just look at him blankly.

“Yes, you are quite right, Bifur. We appear to be one dwarf short.”

Dwalin pipes in from the other room, “He is late, is all. He traveled north to a meeting of our kin, he will come.”

“More?” I mumble to myself, running a hand through my knotted curls, and I suddenly find myself remembering that I hadn’t even brushed my hair yet.

“Mr. Gandalf?” The earlier dwarf with the kind eyes hands Gandalf a wine glass.

My attention is lost when a cup of ale is thrust into my hands rather roughly. “Excuse me?” I look up at Fili, who is holding a lot more glasses than should be physically possible.

“Loosen up! Drinks on the house!” He jokes, earning a rather stern glare as he passes out more cups of ale.

“On the house?” I scoff, my grip on my cup turning white. “I thought you had reached your limits of stupidity, but every time you open your mouth I am yet again astounded.”

“My point exactly. Stop being such a priss. This party is supposed to be fun.” Fili winks a blue eye at me, earning a cool green glare.

I will strangle you, I want to say.

Before I can voice my frustrations properly, he walks away, leaving me in his dust.

Asshole.

My sanity is spent by the time the dishes are clean.

And yet another knock sounds on the door. That sound is going to live in my nightmares for the next decade, I’m sure.

“I am going to end my very life with this fork-” I grumble, picking up the stray utensil and slumping my head against the wall.

“Don’t be dramatic,” a dwarf says.

I don’t think I’m being dramatic, I grumble internally, rubbing my temples with the pads of my fingers.

Maybe I should have gone home when Bilbo kicked me out. The thought sneaks into my mind like a solicitor trying to sell me new shingles that I don’t even need. Maybe further injuring my ankle would have been worth it to maintain my blood pressure.

“He is here,” Gandalf gasps as the dwarves fall silent, something that I had doubted they could do at all.

“Who? Another dwarf,” I mutter under my breath.

The dwarves huddle around the door as if they are about to receive a king, someone worthy of such an entrance. I can’t help but climb atop a chair to observe, to see what all the commotion is about, see who is the mysterious he that Gandalf was awaiting.

The door opens and yet another dwarf stands in the doorway, in full armor and furs, as if he had stepped out of a storybook. His dark hair is braided in places as is his beard.

“Gandalf,” he greets with a rather quick nod. “You said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way. Twice.”

Okay, so he’s not the king that I thought he was going to be. He is just a normal dwarf. As normal as a dwarf can be. He just so happens to have a terrible sense of direction.

“I wouldn’t have found it at all if it weren’t for the mark on the door.”

With that, Bilbo goes ballistic. “Mark? What mark? There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago,” he reasons, approaching Gandalf and the door.

“There is a mark,” Gandalf retorts. “I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, let me introduce the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield.” Gandalf ignores my presence, as it is clearly unexpected.

Thorin, the dwarves’ leader, looks Bilbo up and down with unmistakeable judgement in his eyes. “So… This is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins. Have you done much fighting?”

I hesitate to laugh. Bilbo, the sweet tempered cousin of mine is not one to fight.

He scoffs, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. “Excuse me?”

“Axe or sword? What is your weapon of choice.” Thorin begins to circle Bilbo, as a lion does his prey.

Flustered, Bilbo flushes a deep pink. “Well I do have some skill at conkers… but I fail to see how that is relevant.”

Thorin makes a clicking sound against his teeth. “Just as I thought. He looks more like a grocer than burglar.”

I furrow my brows and get down from the chair upon which I was standing as they continue to speak amongst themselves.

What business do they have with Bilbo? Why are they being so judgemental?

All hobbits are alike in that aspect. We aren’t creatures of battle, we are country folk. We pride ourselves on our cooking skills, not our talent with an axe or sword. If they wanted a hobbit, they should have considered that. Adventure isn’t something we do regularly, maybe once in a century. But even so, that is generally just a trip to a bordering town and a bar brawl then we call it a day.

From my thoughts, I am drawn as Gandalf waves Bilbo to the table where all of the dwarves are now sitting.

Invisible, I seem to have turned against the dimly lit walls upon which shadows cross from Bilbo’s candle.

Gandalf’s voice rumbles throughout the room, casting a spell on each and every one of us. Our minds are enraptured in his words. “Far to the East, over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands, lies a single solitary peak.”

I can’t help but interject. “The Lonely Mountain.” I kick myself up off of the wall and lean over a dwarf to look at the map sprawled over the table.

One of the dwarves nods, making brief eye contact with me. “Aye, Oin has read the portents, and the portents say: it is time.”

Time for what? I leave my question unasked as another dwarf continues on with that he was saying.

“Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold. When the birds of the old return to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end,” he explains.

Beast? They don’t like to explain things now, do they? I furrow my brows as I grow more and more confused, my mind jumbling up both fact and myth into one pile of information that I can’t possibly sort through.

Erebor rings familiarity in my head. Dwarves. Erebor. Beast. They all seem so familiar but I can’t make the dots connect in my head.

“What beast?” Bilbo asks, the light shaking against the wall as he leans over Thorin’s shoulder.

A dwarf with a funny looking leather hat nods, leaning against the back of his chair. “Well that would be a reference to Smaug the terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather, teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks, extremely fond of precious metals.”

“Yes, I know what a dragon is,” Bilbo retorts.

The side of my mouth kicks up at Bilbo’s sudden attitude. I rarely saw this side of him.

Ori stands from his seat, his hands pressed against the table. “I’m not afraid, I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!”

I don’t even know what Smaug is, but I know that isn’t a good idea. Turns out the rest of the dwarves aren’t in agreement with me as they cheer him on.

Balin waves the commotion away, “The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us, but we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best, nor brightest.”

Bursting in commotion once again, Fili’s voice rises above the rest of theirs, “We may be few in number. But we’re fighters, all of us! To the last dwarf!”

Kili adds, “and you forget we have a wizard in our company, Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.”

Thorin stands when their voices rise above a decipherable level.

I remain standing back against the wall, trying to become even more invisible, if that is possible. Fascinating as it is, I feel as though I am eavesdropping where I wasn’t invited.

“Enough! If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look East to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected.” He slams a fist down onto the table and I jump. “Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?”

The talk of adventure makes something in me bubble, almost boil. My stomach, although full of food, feels empty except for the electric air inside that I feel might escape at any second.

I sigh and lean my head against the wall, imagining what Erebor would look like. The sun would shine on the mountain’s peak, fragmenting into beautiful rays of light. The snow would fall gracefully from the sky and I’d catch the flakes on my tongue. It would be so cold it would burn. I have never seen snow before…

“What about her?” A dwarf grabs my attention by pointing a gloved finger at me.

“Hm?” I blink out of my thoughts. “What about me?”

“Are you a burglar?” The dwarf repeats.

“No, I’m a Took.” I shake my head. “Why do you ask?”

Thorin shakes his head and mutters something indecipherably. “Very well. We’ll do it your way. Hand Mr. Baggins the contract.”

I turn to Gandalf. “What is happening?” I ask, looking at Bilbo unravel a rather lengthy piece of paper.

“They want to take him on their adventure,” he nods. “He’s going to be their burglar.”

“Burglar?” I choke out a laugh. “Bilbo? I don’t think that is going to happen.”

“What? Would you do it instead?” Gandalf quirks an eyebrow.

I bite my lip, looking down at my hands, unmarked by a day’s work. “I don’t think I’d be much of a help, but given the chance, I think I’d like to go.”

“Well, I’m a bad influence, all of the hobbits say, so don’t take my word for it. But I think we could use more people on the journey. You never know what could happen.”

I look at him. “Are you inviting me on the journey? Would that fly with their fearless leader over there?” I nod my head towards Thorin.

“If I can connect it to the glory of Durin, I’m sure it would.” Gandalf chuckles as he looks at Bilbo faint, reading the contract. “Oh dear. It seems your cousin isn’t taking kindly to the contract.”

“Are you being serious about this? Can I come?” I don’t know why I’m asking, but something in me jumps at the rope that fate has thrown me. Maybe I could see Erebor. Maybe I could see something beyond the rolling hills of the Shire. Maybe there is more to the world than dinner and tea.

“I’m not one for sarcasm,” Gandalf notes, making his way to my cousin. “I really am a terrible influence on you hobbits.”

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*The Best of Intentions**

Chapter 2

Erebor had fallen silent as night had settled in. Torches remained lit, casting shadows to dance across the cold stone walls. He walked along quickly and quietly, grateful for the stillness of the late hour. His nightmare was still fresh in his minds eye.

He had awoken with a start, something mixed between a shout and sob caught in his throat. His night clothes and blanket had been drenched with the cold sweats that sent tremors through his body. It had felt so real, his body had been heavy and slow, as if trying to move through molasses.

This time, Fili had been run through, the blade bloodied and dripping onto the ice with deafening splotches. He had watched the life leave his beloved nephews eyes. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Silence ringing in his ears as he watched in slow motion, Fili, plummet to the ice flow to shatter into a million pieces as if he had been made of bloodied glass all this time.

Azog's raspy, evil laugh mocked him as he stood trapped, feet frozen to the bloodied ice flow around him. "Gazat glob (dwarf filth). Izg thrak matum-u latu-uk! ( I bring death to you all)

"No! I killed you! I ran you through! I removed your head as you did my grandfathers! You are dead!" He screamed furiously, fighting to free his legs. He went to grab his sword, but it was gone. He looked around him frantically, confused. He never went into battle without his sword!

Azog's maniacal chuckle was loud in his ears, echoing around him in the ruins of Raven Hill. He looked forward, and his heart stopped. Azog was standing directly in front of him, looking down at him with a sadistic glee in his eyes, his lips curled to reveal sharp, bloody teeth.

"Latu paashnar az-izish, snork glob! Latu paashnar bhadur lab matum! (you cannot kill me, worthless fool! You cannot change your death!)

It was swift, the icy hot pain that flooded his chest. He looked down and saw Azog's sword buried in his chest. "Mmmmaaaattttt!" (Ddddiiiieeee!) The white orc hissed as he leaned forward, pushing his dual sword arm deeper into his chest…

He fought down the bile that tried to rise up into his throat. "No, he's dead. Fili and Kili are alive. I removed his accursed head from his miserable body." He gritted through his teeth. He walked past the rooms that held the tainted treasure hoard of his grandfather, without even a passing glance. He needed the night air, a fresh reminder that he was indeed alive and that all was relatively well.

He had fallen under the curse of the dragon sickness, much to his never ending shame. He had managed to shake it off; he fought against it with all of his might. But by then it was too late. He had damaged what little rapport he had had with the people of Esgaroth and Dale. He hoped fervently that Bard would look past this grievous transgression, and allow him to make good the promise he had bestowed upon Bard and his people.

Thranduil was an entirely different matter however. But they had all fought, and they had all lost in equal measure. No one was better or higher than the other. He had to prove that he was better than his grandfather. He was not a greedy, mad king. No! Nor would he ever be! His rule would be different. It had to be. For his people, for his family and friends. But most of all, for himself.

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Several days later…

Large snowflakes drifted silently onto the battle torn field outside of Erebor and Dale. Both cities were now bustling with sounds of construction, while the camp housing the Elven army of Mirkwood was slowly being taken down and the wounded readied for their slow trek home.  The royal tents were still up, housing Thranduil and his company. The elf king, his son Legolas, and Bard the Dragon Slayer were leaning over the table, discussing possible trade agreements for the future.  A guard entered and bowed swiftly before the table. "My lord, the Dwarf king and his kin are requesting an audience."

Thranduil's eyebrow raised slightly, his expression schooled like that of a carved statue. "Very well. Show them in."

Legolas and Bard glanced at one another in alarm as they took a step back to stand behind Thranduil.  Thorin stepped inside the tent, closely followed by his nephews who flanked him on either side along with Balin and Dwalin who brought up the rear of their small group.  The atmosphere in the tent was thick with tension. The dwarven kings face was stoic, as was his kin. Thranduil noticed immediately that the older dwarf with the snow white beard and hair had a wooden box clasped securely in his arms and quickly settled his gaze on the dwarf that stood before him.

Thorin swallowed thickly before he averted his eyes and gave a slight bow. "My lords." He greeted, his voice deep but civil. "I hope all is fairing well with you and your men."

Thranduil barely contained his surprise, while his son and Bard didn't even try to conceal theirs. "Considering all that has happened; yes. As you have probably gathered we are preparing for our departure."

Thorin nodded in acknowledgement. "Yes indeed. Thus my unannounced arrival." He cleared his throat as he adjusted his stance, squaring his shoulders while clasping his hands behind his back. "It is good that the Dragon slayer is here as well. What I have to say is for both of you."

The elf king cocked his head slightly to the side, shooting a glance to Bard then back to Thorin, his eyebrow still raised. "Very well." Was his cool, guarded reply.

Thorin could feel his kin's eyes on him as he took another moment to still his racing heart and the static that coursed through his veins. He knew this was going to take every ounce of humility he possessed. But it had to be done, not only for his people but for himself. He prayed to the Valar to give him all the strength he could to keep him on this painful path of redemption.

“I thought myself strong enough to withstand the evil that had overtaken my grandfather. And I was wrong." He had to pause, as if the words physically pained him to speak aloud. "I was too blinded by the past, to what my people lost, to see what I had become. And I stand here before you to make the first steps to fixing what I broke. I was so focused on you failing to come to our aid, to you turning your back on my people, I failed to remember that it was my Grandfather, lost in his own battle, who struck the first blow in what destroyed the ties to our kingdoms."  Thorins jaw clenched as he motioned with his head for Balin to step forward with the box he was holding. Balin stepped forward to place the box in front of Thranduil.

The Elvenking's eyes widened, not fully believing what he was hearing as he looked at the teak box that had been placed in front of him. Another brief moment of silence fell in the tent before Thranduil slowly opened the box, to see twinkling against luscious navy velvet, the gems of Lasgalen. "Calathiel." He trembled as his slender fingers traced the gems before him in reverence.

Thorin watched his once nemesis, guilt churning in his stomach when he heard him whisper his wife's name brokenly.  "What made you change your mind?" Thranduil's gaze snapped back up to Thorin questioningly.

“It was wrong for my Grandfather to keep them from you." Thorin's jaw was still clenched. "Before Smaug came, my father and I were attempting to have them restored to you without his knowledge. The sickness had such a hold on him, he couldn't see reason. They were never ours to keep in the first place."

It was Legolas that stepped forward, when it was apparent that Thranduil was at a loss for words. "Thank you."

The sincerity in the elf prince's voice allowed the dwarves to relax slightly.  Thorin gave the prince a grateful nod, his ice blue eyes softening a fraction. He then turned his attention to Bard. "At your earliest convenience, we can discuss terms in regards what is owed to your people."

“Yes, of course. That would be most appreciated." Bard found his voice, shocked that the Dwarven King was so amiable. Bard was a good judge of character, and could tell that the king that stood before him now was not the same revenge driven dwarf that he had met back in Lake-town. It all seemed such a long time ago, when in reality it had only been a little over a month prior. He wanted to be free of the accursed gem that started this entire mess. He pulled the Arkenstone out slowly, and shifted its hefty weight in his hand. As he looked down at its luminous body, he saw the dwarves tense. Bard, without any further hesitation, stepped towards Thorin and held out the gem.  Thorin didn't hide the surprise in his eyes. "You would give up your leverage?"

Bard shook his head. "There is no need for leverage anymore. I trust you to keep your word."

He couldn't pinpoint what the exact emotion was that flashed across the Dwarf Kings face, but whatever it was it was a powerful one that made him appear uncomfortable. He eyed the gem he once held at the highest priority with uncertainty. "Balin. If you could please." His voice rough with emotion.

Balin quickly stepped forward and let Bard hand him the Arkenstone. He nodded appreciatively and stepped back to stand by his brother as he secured the sacred gem inside his jacket.

“Ill leave you to conclude your business. Good travels to you." Thorin inclined his head and bowed slightly again to the Elven King and Prince.

Thranduil looked up finally from his wife's heirlooms. It was the first time Thorin had seen the king's icy disposition waver. It was a rarity indeed that he was caught off guard. "No i Melain na le. (May the Valar be with you.)" Thranduil's peaceful parting surprised Thorin, it was spoken in the most civil tone he had ever heard the Eleven King speak in. It was a tone of quiet respect.

Uncomfortable, Thorin nodded again and turned quickly to exit. He couldn't get out of the claustrophobic tent quick enough. He exhaled in relief as soon as the crisp and snowy air hit his face.  "Well… that was…unexpected." Kili muttered as he looked at his uncle in concern. Fili looked over at his brother and shook his head quickly. "Not the time." He mouthed.

“Well, that couldn't of gone any better. Well done Laddie." Balin placed a congratulatory hand on Thorin's shoulder, conscious of his friends wounds.

“I must say I didn't even see that coming." Gandalfs voice made the dwarves jump in alarm. "I didn't even need to instigate that. I feel as if I'm no longer needed here." Thorin rolled his eyes as he turned to look the wizard. "I am perfectly capable of handling sensitive diplomatic matters without your pretty words."

Gandalf smiled, his eyes twinkling happily. "Then I will be leaving Erebor in the most capable hands. Not that I ever doubted you for a moment."

"Your leaving already Mr. Gandalf?" Kili asked with his disappointment evident. They all knew that once he left he would be escorting Bilbo home to the Shire.  "Well, not just yet. We will probably stay for the coronation then leave on our merry way."

Thorin nodded in understanding, not entirely surprised with his friends travel plans. "I am pleased to hear that your staying for the coronation."

“Oh, Mr. Baggins and I wouldn't want to miss it. It will be a most glorious occasion. Gives me the perfect opportunity to light off some of my firecrackers."

Fili and Kili grinned, excited to finally see the 'wizpoppers' Bilbo had always described in wondrous detail.  The wizard began walking alongside the dwarves as they made their way back towards Erebor. Fili and Kili were talking excitedly with Balin and Dwalin about the grand parties that had been thrown in Erebor in the days before Smaug. Gandalf looked down at the silent King, who was lost in his own turbulent thoughts. The wizard's brow furrowed in concern. "Your father would of been very proud of you. Of what you accomplished today with Mirkwood and Dale."

Thorin grunted in acknowledgment, still looking ahead of him. "If I had just kept my wits at the beginning of all this like I was supposed to, we wouldn't have to be doing all this groundwork now." He bit out, his words dripping in self loathing.

Gandalf shook his head, not surprised that Thorin was battling with these personal demons. "You are not doing yourself or your people any justices by taking on the shortcomings of the ones who came before you. You did the very thing your grandfather couldn't bring himself to do, you overcame the illness that doomed his reign. In fact, dragon sickness is not something the inflicted walk away from in one piece."

Thorin stopped walking abruptly, his eyes flashing an electric fire. "My grandfather succumbed slowly over centuries of wealth. I was afflicted by the time I stepped on the shores of Lake-town." He growled. "I was weak."

Gandalf jabbed his staff into the ground before him and leaned down slightly to look Thorin in his eyes adamantly. "Erebor was permeated by a wicked dragon's unquenchable greed for over a century. It was by no fault of your own that you were affected. But what matters most is that you fought your way out of its control. There is no recorded instance of someone overcoming it, You are the first to hold that title. And that, Thorin Oakenshield, is something to be proud of. You must remember that we are only shaped by the situations we find the strength to conquer."

Some of the tension melted from Thorin's face, and he relaxed his defensive stance.

“You must learn to be kind to yourself. You are just as deserving of leniency than anyone in this world deserving of it. And before you say anything, you DO deserve it."

Thorin smiled slightly, letting out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "Thank you my friend." Gandalf grunted, satisfied for the time being that he was heard. "Good. Heed my words and all will be well with you."

Thorin snorted and shook his head, still smirking. They continued walking, walking side by side in companionable silence for the first time in over year, before the quest to reclaim Erebor was even set into motion.

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