#why am i only doing painful imagines for bofur

[writingfromkitchenator]

1,500 Followers Challenge!

The Title/Trope Challenge!

Again, thank you all for all your support!  You are all amazing and I truly cannot thank you enough for helping me get this far.  It’s certainly a milestone that I never thought I’d see.

Straight to the challenge!

Basic rules apply ~ there are 30 songs and 30 quotes posted below, pick one from your fandom with your character.  This will be open for a while as 2 requests per song/quote.  The only rule is here is, is that the requests cannot be from the same fandom.  I will try and keep the lists as updated as I can to try and avoid cross overs!

The extra - This time around, send me either a title and/or a trope to base to the fic on.  They can be as weird and wonderful as you want, or something simple.  In your ask, just specify which you are sending me and I’ll do the rest from there!

Recap:

Send me an ask with your request

Include your fandom and character

Choose a song and quote

Give me a title and/or a trope to base the fic on!

In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below (based off of some of my favourite movies).  Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions!  It is, of course, okay to request more than once!

For now, there is no closing date, we will just keep going until all the requests are full!  Requests will be closing 1st May.

Further info below the cut.

Songs

Evermore  ~ Dan Stevens (Beauty and the Beast) - Lord of the Rings

Protector  ~ City Wolf - Supernatural and The Hobbit

I  See the Light ~ Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (Tangled) - Lord of the Rings

I'd  Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) ~ Meat Loaf - Marvel and Supernatural

Bloodshot  ~ Sam Tinnesz

Let’s  Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams

All  Eyes On You ~ Smash Into Pieces

Feel  Invincible ~ Skillet

Natural  ~ Imagine Dragons - Lord of the Rings

Wrong  Side Of Heaven ~ Five Finger Death Punch

Shatter  Me ~ Lindsey Stirling Ft. Lzzy Hale - Supernatural

Feeling  Good ~ Nina Simone - The Hobbit and Marvel

Somebody  To Love ~ Queen - The Hobbit and The Witcher

Hurricane  ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars

You  Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi - The Hobbit

Girls  Just Wanna Have Fun ~ Cyndi Lauper - Supernatural

Total  Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler - The Hobbit

Don’t  You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds

Hell  Ain’t a Bad Place to Be ~ AC/DC

Love  Is A War ~ Jeremy Renner

A  Reason to Fight ~ Disturbed - The Witcher

True  Love ~ P!nk ft. Lily Allen - Marvel and Supernatural

Poison  ~ Alice Cooper

Sucker  for Pain ~ Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty  Dolla $ign ft X Ambassadors (Suicide Squad)

Hello  Hello ~ Elton John ft. Lady Gaga (Gnomeo and Juliet) - Lord of the Rings and Supernatural

I’m  Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers - Marvel and Lord of the Rings

I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston  (The Bodyguard) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Cliff Edwards  (Pinocchio) - The Hobbit

Raise Hell ~ Dorothy

Leave Me Lonely ~ Imelda May

Quotes

I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers. (Legion)

I would not have shown you such mercy. (Legion) - Lord of the Rings

When you hesitate, people die. (Doom)

Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Doom)

Will you please get this child off my leg? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) - Supernatural

Do you poison the dragon or just the liver? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)

I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering. (The Music Man) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. (The Music  Man) - Marvel

You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles! (101 Dalmatians) - Supernatural

It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors. (101  Dalmatians) - Marvel

I think I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it  swims up and bites you in the ass. (Jaws) - Lord of the Rings

Smile you son of a bitch! (Jaws)

You never have control, that’s the illusion! (Jurassic Park) - The Hobbit

Boy, do I hate being right all the time.  (Jurassic  Park) - The Witcher

The suspense is terrible.  I hope it'll last. (Willy  Wonka and The Chocolate Factory) - Lord of the Rings

So shines a good deed in a weary world. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory)

That was naughty. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - The Hobbit and Supernatural

You broke my heart once. This time you missed. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

You know, he looks heroic and he walks fast, but he’s kind of got a negative attitude.  (The Meg) - The Lord of the Rings

Yeah, well, I’m not crazy, I’ve just seen things no one else has. (The Meg) - Marvel

Eight years is a long time. Can I make you a cup of tea? (Godzilla) - Marvel

As far as he's concerned, you're just a pair of breasts that talk. (Godzilla) - The Hobbit

Afraid? You don't know what afraid is. You will not last five minutes without me.  (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots! (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural

I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural and The Witcher

No. I can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. (Alien)

When I give an order I expect to be obeyed. (Alien)

I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier.  (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings

Well, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit

Characters I will write for:

The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn

The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir

Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby

Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Heimdall

Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric

Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George

Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty

The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier

Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.

Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert.  I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way.  Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.

For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.

#1500 followers challenge #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #supernatural #marvel #dragon age #harry potter #the witcher #star trek

[lotrfics]

IMAGINE: Kili braiding your hair because you are unable to after an orc twists your arm during an ambush

Pairing: Kili x Female Human Reader

Requested: Yes, by @the0maddest0hatter. So far, this is the longest request I have ever gotten. This is not the entire request, I erased some parts. This was also sent through my messages, not in my ask, so I am unable to copy and paste it here because they sent their request in different messages. Sorry if I mess up your request a bit, I didn’t want to go back to the messages and search for every single detail

Summary: Being ambushed by orcs sucks. What sucks more is when you get your arm twisted by them. It doesn’t help that you have a habit of braiding your hair every night. Kili helps you out, but you don’t know it’s a dwarvish custom for courting

When this is over, Thorin will no doubt pull you aside to begin scolding you how you were foolish to wander off on your own. Your curious nature made you walk around the forest, with the entire company as your friends, they all freaked out then split into groups to look for you.

Unfortunately, their obnoxiousness led to some nearby orcs hear them. An orc sniffed before smirking. “I smell dwarf scum!” But then the same orc smelled something different, that brought confusion to his face. “And... human flesh!”

Meanwhile, Fili and Kili, who were obviously together, why wouldn’t they be, were debating where you could have gone. Both disagreed, they spent more time arguing rather than actually looking for you.

You weren’t really sure whether you should stay where you were so you don’t throw off any members if you leave your spot only for them to arrive right after, or leave to find them yourselves. You were at a dead end, there was the edge of the cliff, and if you took a few steps forward you would fall off. There were many of them, so it seems you could easily find one if you do leave.

But an orc suddenly roared at you, startling you. You turned around to see it about to swing its sword at you, but you managed to duck in time before you could be sliced in half. The orc growled at you, and you two began dueling, trying to best each other.

You heard familiar voices calling out your name, making you stop for a moment. The orc saw a chance and took advantage of it, so it knocked your sword of out your hand, roughly grabbed your arm and twisted it. You screamed in pain as tears began forming from how much it hurt, and the orc cackled.

You screamed so loud Fili and Kili, who were unknowingly the closest to your location, heard. They managed to figure out where exactly you were, and they sprinted and arrived in time to see the orc about to push you off the cliff. Both brothers ran right at the orc, tackling it, and Fili held him down while Kili decapitated him.

“What did the orc do to your arm?” Kili asked, running over to you where you stood, knees bent, holding on your arm as if it was about to get amputated.

You hissed in pain. “Twisted it, of course. How else would I be in pain like this?” You doubted you were going to recover soon. Good thing your dominant arm wasn’t twisted, you still knew how to use a weapon with just one arm, as long as it could be used with one hand only.

Soon enough, the rest of the dwarves plus Bilbo arrived. The hobbit winced when he saw your twisted arm. Some of the dwarves were still confused. Thorin sighed loudly. “At least nobody died. Now put her arm in a cast, then we keep moving. Don’t ever bother wandering off again, (Y/N).” He said, and some of the dwarves pulled out the equipment needed for your poor arm.

-

You sat on a rock annoyed. You were annoyed at the fact that you couldn’t braid your hair, something you always did before you went to sleep. You looked around to see if any of the dwarves were awake and were able to help you out, maybe they could be great at braiding.

Only Kili was awake. He didn’t look tired at all, so you decided to ask him for his help. “Kili?” He looked at you after hearing you call him. “Do you mind braiding my hair for the night? With my arm like this, I can’t braid my own hair. You know I do it every night before I go to sleep.”

At first, Kili was taken aback by your request, but he acknowledged that you didn’t know braiding someone’s hair was a courting tradition for the dwarves. It’s not your fault the dwarves don’t really share their culture to others. He agreed to braiding your hair anyway, whatever you don’t know won’t hurt you or anyone else.

Besides, it would seem like he was courting you by braiding your hair, but because you don’t understand what it actually meant for dwarves, it was a little fun braiding someone else’s hair that only wants you to braid it for no traditional reason.

“You are a human, therefore I am an ant compared to you. Go sit on the ground by that fireplace over there to make things easier for me, would you please?” He said and you chuckled, hopping off the rock and sitting on the ground, right by the fireplace, as you were told.

You stared at the fire and keenly listened to the sounds it would make while Kili took some time making sure your hair was neat. You can’t really remember how much time has passed, you were just interrupted during your thoughts when Kili suddenly spoke up again.

“It looks good to me, I hope you think the same, even if you can’t see it.” He said, backing up a little bit as you stood up. Even if his work looked horrible, you didn’t care, you just needed your hair out of the way while you sleep. You were satisfied enough.

You nodded in thanks. “Don’t worry about it, if it really does look bad, at least I won’t have it on for the rest of the journey. I’ll be letting my hair down tomorrow morning, anyway.”

-

A few days pass, and Kili took the pleasure in braiding your hair every night. You didn’t have to ask him to ahead of time, he would come up to you and ask if you still wanted your hair braided by him. Of course you accepted. You could not help but notice he always braided your hair whenever everyone else was asleep, but you never thought much of it.

Then one night, Kili fell asleep earlier than usual. A few of the other dwarves were awake, namely Gloin, who was the most energized out of all the awake dwarves, so you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to ask him to braid your hair for the night.

You approached him and he looked up at you. “Why, hello there, (Y/N). Is there anything you need?” He asked you.

“Not much, but would you mind braiding my hair for the night?” You asked. All of the dwarves that were awake stared at you in shock. You frowned, not sure what that really meant. “It’s okay if you don’t know how to braid-”

“I am a married man with a son, lassie! You don’t go around asking any dwarf to braid your hair, especially if they are not interested in you!” Gloin said.

You were more confused. You weren’t interested in Gloin at all, why is braiding someone else’s hair considered taboo to the dwarves? Did it have a significant meaning?

“I braid my hair every night, to make my sleep easier, you know? Come on, you’ve seen me braid my hair before my arm got twisted. I’ve had someone braiding my hair for a while-”

But Gloin interrupted you. “And who would that be? I know you have a broken arm, but I always believed humans could still do many things with just one hand.”

“Kili.”

Bofur cackled. “Of course he has been. Why am I even surprised?”

Before you could question was Bofur was talking about, Gloin started talking again. “Obviously, you don’t know much of dwarvish culture. In fact, we much prefer you know nothing about it. But you need to understand why we some of us may find it offensive if you ask us.”

“Braiding someone’s hair is a part of courting tradition. Whenever someone asks you to braid their hair, it means you are interested in them and want to court them sometime. And if choose to braid your hair, then it means they accept to be with you.”

“There is a specific bead, that I know for sure Kili does not have with him, he has no reason to, that specific bead is used to ask someone to marry them. They ask the one they have been courting if they would let them braid their hair, and if that person accepts, the other person will pull out the special bead.”

“Every single dwarf knows what that means. If you are offered that special bead, they are asking you to marry them. You already know how it works by now, girl, if you accept, then they will braid your hair using that special bead.” Gloin finished.

“I can tell he braided your hair for fun, and if he had that bead Gloin just talked about, he would use it as well without you knowing what it truly meant.” Bofur said.

You could only nod your head at this. You didn’t know what to say, you still found it weird how braiding someone’s hair was enough to court someone for dwarves, but you were not one to question it out loud.

-

You needed to know why Kili agreed to braiding your hair the first time you asked him. Did he feel guilty and couldn’t say no? Or did he really want to court you? You couldn’t tell, he can be a complicated guy at times. You found him sitting alone one day, and you took that chance to ask him about it.

“Would you care to explain?” He turned around when he heard you and saw you walk towards him. “You braided my hair when it clearly meant something serious to dwarves like you.”

Kili only shrugged. “I saw no harm in doing it, you didn’t know what it meant and you truly needed someone to get your hair done, anyway.”

“Yes, but you should have still told me anyway.”

“Doesn’t matter. Unless what you feel for me is the same as what I feel for you, then it only matters, in the slightest.” He said grinning at you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, he was always so confident and straightforward.

“Now tell me how it matters, because I like you too. I thought it would be a good thing for you if I did feel the same way, so you can continue to braid my hair, even if you are not really supposed to. That is not to say I am complaining, I think you do hair quite nicely, if you ask me.”

Kili chuckled and pulled out the special bead Bofur and Gloin told you about. You involuntarily gasped, you honestly had no idea where he got that from. “I wonder if you know what this is?” He asked you. You nodded. “I am not asking you to marry me, that is a little early for that. However, I cannot deny this would look nice on your hair. I shall use this on you, despite its secret meaning, it is nothing to you humans” He said.

You sat down on the ground. “You know what to do.” Kili began to get a little nervous, though he would never admit that to you, because if you ever braid a dwarf’s hair horribly, they won’t like it and may possibly turn your proposal down. He reminded himself you were a human, it didn’t matter, but you were the first human, or non dwarf, that he has fallen in love with.

Many minutes have passed and he still hasn’t finished. You were beginning to get annoyed and impatient, you wondered what made him take so long. You understood doing hair can take long, and he wasn’t the fastest, but he was never this slow.

“What’s taking you so long?” You asked, clearly irritated.

Kili sighed. “Perfectionism runs strong in dwarves. I just told you braiding a dwarf’s hair with this type of bead is a proposal. If the hair looks bad afterwards, then they will turn you down.”

You smirked. “I thought it was too early for marriage, eh? If I recall correctly, you said that bead is nothing to us humans, you just wanted to see if it looks good on my hair.” He didn’t respond.

A few minutes later, he finally spoke up. “Done,” mumbled Kili, “I do hope you like my way of doing hair.” At this, you couldn’t help but laugh slightly.

“You have been doing my hair for a couple of weeks now, I supppose? I did like it the first time, you think I would suddenly hate your style all of a sudden? With this bead of yours, it does look much more better than usual.” You said.

Suddenly, Kili randomly leaned in and gave you a kiss, before quickly pulling away. It took you by surprise, it was random without warning. “Why did you do that?” You asked him, making him embarrassed, because he thought you meant why he randomly kissed you.

You really meant why did he pull away.

“I know I shouldn’t have-”

“No. I meant why did you pull away?” You said, interrupting him.

“Oh. Well-”

You interrupted him one more time by returning the kiss. It was as sweet and short as the kiss he just gave you. 

“You should at least let me finish talking and not interrupting me every time.” Kili chuckled.

-

Taglist: @kata1803 @moony-artnstuff @aspiring-ginger

#the hobbit imagine #kili imagine #kili x reader

[idjitlili]

What can I say I like a climb.

Thorin xhalf elf!reader

A/n:Bruh imagine having a crush on Andy from the office before just because you had a dream about him dressing up as Gaston and coming to your old high school only to see you slip on the grass. Yeah it happened a couple of months ago when I was still in high school

Summary:growing up as Gandalf's adopted daughter ,being apart of the company only to pass through Rivendell,only to make thorin rage with jealousy

Word count:1921

It was no secret that Gandalf wasnt your real father, you both looked nothing a like. However this didnt stop him loving you like you were his actual child,you werent sure if wizard could have children. You wondered if he ever got horny,it disturbed you but you did wonder. Anyways yiu didnt know your parents ,they were killed by orcs ,Gandalf found you crying as babe ,and thats all you know. You were half elf ,half human ,mostly Thorin didnt like that very much when he found out ,it just meant you lived longer than a human would.

So how you ended up in the company of Thorin Oakenshield was; simply because Gandalf didnt want to leave you with the elves again ,or leave you at home where you could be in more danger. You were more than capable of defending yourself,due to your many vists with Elrond they had trained you very well. You also became best friends with Lindir since he was responsible for most of your training ,plus being your tutor. Lindir was also abandoned as a child but was taken in by Elrond. He grew to become a marchwaden.

Lindir was a shy elf ,as were you ,yet around each other you were very comfortable. Many of your visits he would have to carry to your room ,because you had fallen asleep against him looking at the stars while he told you a story. You both very much enjoyed each others company.

However your feelings towards the dwarven king were much different to how you felt about Lindir. You knew you liked him as soon as you saw him at Bag end ,yes you were very much taken back by his looks ,you swear you fell in love with him right then and there. Of course you thought he could never like you ;he's a bloody king. Oh how wrong you were. He had no choice but to allow you on this quest ,being gandalf,s daughter and all. Gandalf told him to basically to shut the fuck up ,you were coming.

Thorin would never admit it but he did always make sure you were safe,and eating ,covering up with shes such a burden,or whatever. What about when he found out you were part elf? Yeah so you had just bathed and your hair was wet and pushed back and he saw your ears he was like

"you are fucking elf?" he had literally grabbed your elf ,whilst you were standing up ,looking at it ,you had groaned at the contact. Lets pretend that didnt make want Thorin touch your ears more roughly."part,not full,cant you tell compared to elves im an orge." and with that you had pulled your ear from his dwarven fingers walking away. He was left in shock ,how you could thik so low of yourself. shrek is hot though,but you thought you were an ugly orge.Thorin didnt like elves,but he definitly liked you had thought you were absolutely beautiful. With your e/c eyes ,h/l h/c hair,your height ,our form your personality everhting.

Anyways you had just arrived at Rivendell,Lindir hadnt seen you in a while ,and hadnt noticed you yet. You were led to dinner ,with was all veg,you had to agree with ori you could do with some chips right about now,or even some lembas bread. You werent surprised that he didnt recognise you you had developed more in body wise plus you were muddy and wearing a big coat and hat. He had looked for you when he saw Gandalf but when he couldnt see you he assumed you were at home ,he was disappointed..

Kili was sat next to you and Bofur ,he was admiring the elves,saying they didnt have enough facial half. "though that one isnt  bad." he had gestured to a male elf,making the whole company burst out with laughter. "that isnt a  elf maiden." kili face flashed red in embarrassment. You had nudged him still giggling "dont worry,young prince, I know which male elf I would fuck too." you had smirked eyeing lindir ,of course you wouldnt but if you had to you would. The company had laughed again "shes got a dirty mouth laddies." dwalin had pipped up, you smirked pulling off your coat and hat,as the company watched in confusion.

Standing up running over to Lindir ,jumping up onto him wrapping your legs around his waist,arms around his/ next. The company had gasped in shock."is she allowed to do that...?" bilbo had questioned,Thorin watched with a scowl on his face,Dwalin noticed laughing at his friend ,who scoffed. You had pressed a kiss to Lindir's cheek,who's arms now went around your back holding you to him,securely. "mellon, Its been a time." he had spoke placing you down,hugging you briefly. "it has indeed , I missed my bestfriend." you stood in front of him ,smiling ,thorin was still not convinced he was just your friend.

 "youve grown mellon nin." he smiled ,speaking quietly trying to ignore the dwarves ,Thorin almost scoffed louder than a waterfall,as it was obvious what he meant.  The dwarves watched carefually as the next  thing out your mouth really made them think that they really didnt know you. "I know! my breasts have grown finally!" you had literally squished your boobs together over your tunic,making lindir blush in embarrassment ,but laughing. Kili  and fili had watched you ,before looking at their uncle smirking ,he didnt even look at them.  " i meant your slyness," you had giggled at him before hugging him again,before informing him you would talk to him later ,joining the dwarves again.

In which they all stared at you intensely. "so ,you and the elf then?" kili had spoken ,nudging you in the ribs like you had down to him earlier. "yeah we are bestfriends." thorin had scoffed,you had looked at him confused at this gesture. "just friends? right" his tone stern and disbelieving."we have been friends since I was a babe,thats all." you tried to hold eye contact with  thorin but he just looked away with a hard expression. "but you said you rough it up with him." Dwalin tried defending his best bud. "it was a joke thats it,hes my bestfriend that all. not that it is any of your bloody businesses. " you stood up abruptly. "thank you elrond for dinner ,may I be excused."he had simply nodded his head ,you gathered your coat,and hat one for Lindir to come over taking them leading to you to your room.

His hand on your mid back,leading you away from the drama ,Thorin had watched you leave almost gulity for making you upset. Once he had gotten you to your room he had began to sort you a bath ,brushing through your tangled hair first,slowly getting you to relax."Ooooh I'm a dwarf I can give a joke ,but I cant take one, also my nose is bigger than my dick" you had mocked as Lindir finished your hair ,pulling you up shoving you in the bathroom. "you know they are only doing it because Thorin thinks you like me and not him. You mouth gapped open as he shut the bath room door aallowing your privacy.

You couldnt sstop thinking about what Lindir said so much so once you were in your night gown ,exiting the bathroom to meet with Lindir for a stroll in the gardens. You had tripped on your own feet, and Lindir didnt see as he was reading a  book in a chair.  Turns out you landed badly on your wrist ,screamed out in pain,Lindir became sonic rushing to you.You didnt even get a chance to explain before he rushed you to the healers. In which they gave you some herbs for the pain and wrapped up your sprained wrist,putting it into a sling.  

Lindir had held out his arm for you ,and led you to a bench in the gardens  ,your damp hair pushing it out your face in annoyance. Lindir notices this forces you to sit down,before he braids it swiftly ,before a voive clears their throat. Lindir finishes tying the braid off with a ribbon,he places a hand on your shoulder,before bowing his head at at someone leaving. You turn to see Thorin standing in front of you ,you quickly stand,hiding your arm in robe. You knew he would be furious if he saw what happen. His face is unreadable ,he's scowling as usual.

"uh..hi?" you had spoken unsure where to look,just generally confused why he was here. "you aren't together ,but he braids your hair?" he scowls ,you groan in annoyance,walking closer to him. "you know what you are bloody getting on my nerves, dwarf." you had growled out his eyes go wide slightly at your outburst,before returning into a scowl. "for the last time I am NOT dating lindir. The only reason he was braiding my bloody hair was because I sprained my wrist , and couldnt. Secondly even so he can because to elves and humans braids dont suggest we are bloody fucking." you had pointed your left hand ,pointer finger into his chest harshly. You tried not to go weak at the knees ,feeling the muscle he had on his chest.

Yet Thorin had became unbelievably calm as he forced you to sit with him on the bench,by guiding you with his hand on your mid back. "how did that happen?your arm." his hand reached over to move the robe from covering it,his hand lightly grazing the bare skin on your upper arm. Of course you were wearing an night gown under ,just incase you forgot. "..uh..weell i bathed ,then i walked out and tripped over my own feet ,thats it. Before you say anything thats why I was screaming not because lindir had his dick in me." you looked at him deadly serious ,he had sent you smile which was completely new to you.

"I believe you,y/n. I'm sorry for the way I werent around trying to find out if you were free to court?" you had choked at his words. "wait Lindir was right ,you do want to court me?" you had  almost whispered ,he had nodded at you before you threw your one arm around him,hugging him tight ,which he does the same yet carefually,not wanting hurt your arm more.

"Lindir is going to tease me till the end of time,i swear."

bonus~in greenwood .

"and why does a half elf travel with dwarves." Thranduil had asked you circling you both , in reply you had jumped on Thorin ,wrapping legs around his waist.

"what can I say I like to climb" Thorin smirked at the elven king.

"guards remove her!"

"dont tell my dad!"

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[rattyoakenbitch]

The Hobbit: In My Feelings || Thorin x Elf Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death sadness.

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x (short) Elf Reader

Note: OKAY, I’M SORRY IF THIS SOUNDS STUPID BUT I HAD TO. Basically, Gandalf & Galadriel did the nasty, resulting in a child, which is you. I don’t know if Elves and Wizards can.. you know, but I don’t care. I ship Gandalf & Galadriel wayyy too much and they’d be the coolest parents. Also, I was listening to Lana Del Rey’s “In My Feelings”, which just gave me this sad and sort of angry vibe, so I thought I’d make an imagine sort of releasing all that anger. I don’t know if that made any sense. 

Summary: Thorin Oakenshield, King Under The Mountain, your One, was taken over by dragon sickness. When Bilbo shares a little secret about having the Arkenstone in his possession, you take his side, angering Thorin. 

“It’s a trick! The Arkenstone is here in this mountain!” Thorin’s voice boomed. The king looked down intently at the bargeman, who was tossing the stone up and catching it as if it were a paper ball, only infuriating him more.

“It’s no trick. I gave it to them.” You close your eyes as you hear Bilbo’s words. You both kept the stone a secret, but now you were on edge, thinking about Thorin’s reaction. You were certain he would just about blow up. Thorin slowly turned around, staring Bilbo down, his face unreadable. 

“You?”

“I took it as my fourteenth share,” the hobbit said sheepishly.

“You would steal from me?” Thorin spoke lowly, sending shivers down your spine. “Steal from you? No, no. I may be a burglar, but I like to think I’m an honest one.” Thorin started to approach him, causing more anxiety and pressure to build up inside of you. “I’m willing to let it stand against my claim.”

“Your claim? You have no claim over me, you miserable rat!” Before Thorin could get a hold of Bilbo, you stopped him abruptly, standing in front of the frightened hobbit.

“Thorin, stop. It’s my fault, too.” He still had a hateful look on his face, but his eyes softened as he realized it was you, his One. He processed the words you had just spoke, and furrowed his brows together.

“What are you talking about?”

“Bilbo came to me and told me about the Arkenstone.. I knew he had it since we reclaimed the mountain..”  The tension in the air was high, and it was silent, besides the heavy breathing and the thumping in your chest.

“You..? Out of all people, why you?” He asked, seemingly hurt.

“Can’t you see, Thorin? You’ve become someone else. Ever since we had come to Erebor, all you’ve been talking about was the Arkenstone! Even daring to doubt the loyalty of your own fucking kin! As much as you hate to admit it, you have become your grandfather!” He took a step forward, staring you down like a lion would stalk its prey. But you stood your ground. You knew Thorin would never dare harm you.  “Thorin, we only want what’s best for you.. The stone has turned you into a monster. The dwarf that I met and loved in Rivendell would never dare to doubt his family, nor his friend,” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes. You searched his, looking for any sense of love or remorse. There was nothing in his deep blue eyes. It was empty, only full with greed. Within a second, you were held over the wall by your neck and collar, choking as Thorin’s grip got tighter. 

“Thorin, no!” The Company protested, attempting to stop Thorin. But he shoved them back, keeping you in his grasp. 

“Do not speak to me of love and loyalty, you traitor,” he spat, face twisting up in anger. It was at that moment that you knew Thorin was long gone. He was lost to the sickness, and you were devoid of any solutions to bring him back. You started to feel your chest tighten, and your head grow light. You gave up your struggle, and let yourself die by the hands of your lover. 

“If you do not like my daughter, hand her back to me!” A voice suddenly rang out. You realized it was the voice of your father, who you have not heard from since departing from Rivendell. “You are not making such a splendid figure as King Under the Mountain, are you, Thorin Oakenshield?”  At that, you were carelessly tossed aside back on the wall, gasping for air.  Fili & Kili helped you up, while Bofur assisted Bilbo down the wall.

“I am so sorry,” you cried to them. They simply shushed you by giving you a tight hug.

“Go, now. Save yourself,” Kili said. 

“May we meet again, someday, somehow,” you say last, before following Bilbo down the rope. Once you reached the bottom, you took one more glance at the king, your former love, before hurrying to Dale.

***

Thorin’s POV

I walked into the room where The Company was gathered, upset expressions on their faces. Soon as Kili noticed my presence, he stood up to approach me. “I will not hide behind walls of stone, while others fight our battle for us!” He vented, “It is not in my blood, Thorin.”

“No,” I said calmly. “It is not. We are Sons of Durin. And Durin’s Folk do not flee from a fight.” We hold each other in a short embrace, before I turn to the rest of The Company, who watched with anticipation. “I have no right to ask this of any of you, but will you follow me, one last time?” They all stood up and gripped their weapons, nodding their heads. I scan the room, looking for any signs of Y/N.

“Where is she?” I ask, “Where is my One? Where is Y/N?” Fili looks at the ground with a saddened face before answering. “She left with Bilbo over the wall. Must have fled to Dale or left completely.”

What have I done?

*** You took a seat by the steps of a ruined house, completely spaced out, trying to process what just took place. You had reclaimed Erebor, but for what? To lose your friends. More importantly, the one you were going to wed. But what were you thinking? An elf and a dwarf would never work. They had a big history of being hateful towards one another, and neither families would approve of such marriage, You knew Thorin would be taken by the sickness, but tried to shut out the fact and live an unrealistic fantasy. Because all good things come to an end. Right?

Hours passed since the battle started. Elves, dwarves, men, orcs. You didn’t fight, though. You stayed seated by the abandoned house, ignoring the death and screams around you. As much as you wanted to go back to rejoin The Company, Thorin would probably kill you. He already tried to. Your only love. Because of a stupid stone.

“Y/N! Miss Y/N!” Bilbo called, snapping you out of your daze. You look up at the little hobbit who was running towards you. “Thorin, Kili, Fili, and Dwalin are going to Ravenhill! It’s a trap! We have to warn them!”

You wanted to say “why”? and “let them die”, but as much as you were pained and angry, you knew you couldn’t live with yourself, knowing you left your friends to their death.

“Let’s go.”

You & Bilbo made it to Ravenhill, successfully keeping out of sight from any enemies. But when you made it to the top, it was empty. No dwarves in sight, nor any orcs. You frantically searched the area for any signs of them. When at last, you found all four of them.

“Wait!” Bilbo shouted, instantly making their heads dart your direction. When Thorin’s eyes found yours, he practically ran over to you. “Y/N, I--” You collided the back of your hand with his face, stopping him from finishing his sentence. But shortly after, before he could react, you pulled him into a passionate kiss, as if to say sorry. “Okay, I might have deserved that,” he admitted, pulling away. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I did not see.”

“I love you, Thorin. And I will fight by your side, no matter the circumstance.”

Bilbo awkwardly coughed. “Okay, lovebirds. I hate to break up the cute reuniting kissy moment, but Azog has another army attacking from the north! This watch tower will be surrounded!”

AHHH I was in a rush making this and wasn’t sure if I should continue or just end it here. LMK! 

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[ladylouoflothlorien]

Our Littlest Treasure

Anonymous asked:

Can I request a Dwalin x reader? They’re about to have their third child. All boys. But then Dwalin has to leave for the adventure. He’ll miss the birth (he thinks) but she ends up having the baby early and it’s a little boy with a birth defect (malformed legs -will be crippled his whole life and have to use crutches)

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Ok so I know I said I would be writing this without the birth defect because of my family history but as I was writing this it wasn’t as triggering as I’d expected it to be so I ended up writing the original request without altering it, although it’s pretty vague. Again thanks to anon for being understanding the first time when I said I didn’t want to write this 💗

trigger warnings: early pregnancy, birth issues, mentions of miscarriage words: 1604

I could kill Thorin Oakenshield. You thought, subconsciously running a palm over your swollen stomach in a futile attempt to soothe yourself. You didn’t mean it, not really. You remembered what loosing Erebor had felt like, and you wished to live there again one day as did any of the Dwarrow who’d been rather forcibly evicted by Smaug the Terrible. You understood as well as any that for this dream to come true, the Dragon would have to be forcibly evicted – or killed – in return. What you didn’t understand was why Thorin had decided to go off on a fool’s quest now. Not when you were 6 and a half months pregnant.

It had been inevitable really, the argument, but there was no way you could’ve stayed silent. You’d had to ask Dwalin not to go on the quest. Then again, just as you had to ask, you knew deep down that Dwalin had to go. How could he not? Whatever Thorin needed, Dwalin was there to provide. Though in this instance you were frustrated, you could not fault his loyalty. It was one of the qualities that had attracted you to him in the first place.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying and failing again to soothe yourself. This wasn’t your first pregnancy, it wasn’t even your second. This would be your third child. It should have been an easy process, but now your husband was off preparing to go on what was really a glorified suicide mission. He wouldn’t be there for birth, and what was worse, if you thought about the balance of probabilities he probably wouldn’t be coming back at all. The chances of reclaiming Erebor from Smaug were at least 1000/1, even if more Dwarrow agreed to join the quest other than the initial 12 Thorin had managed to persuade, which you truly doubted would happen.

You felt your baby kick in your stomach, and you groaned a little as you took deep breaths to slow your heart rate. It wouldn’t do, allowing yourself to get this stressed this late into the pregnancy.

---

Dwalin’s scowl was firmly set on his face as he sharpened his axes. It wasn’t exactly necessary, he always kept them reasonably sharp, but he wouldn’t have another chance to do so for a long time. He was due to set off in a few weeks, but his heart was torn. It pained him so to argue with his mizim, but she’d made things unnecessarily difficult. He could see in her eyes that she knew he would go even before she asked him not to, but then she asked all the same. He did not appreciate the guilt now placed upon him.

Suddenly there was a frantic knocking at the door, and Dwalin sighed heavily.

“Please ghivashel if yer here to argue again-”

He couldn’t continue, because once the knocker heard Dwalin’s voice, they burst into the room. It was Dwalin’s oldest son.

“Adad! Come quickly!”

He had to pause to take a breath, evidently having ran to find his father. Dwalin felt a chill settle around his heart. His inùdoy was not overly fond of exercising. Something serious must have happened to get him to run all the way to his father.

“It’s amad… the baby is coming now!”

“Mahal, no.”

---

Dwalin burst into your room. He’d sprinted the entire way there, having left his eldest far behind him. His eyes found your face, twisted in pain and glistening with perspiration as you tried to breathe through the contractions, and he was by your side in an instant.

Your hand reached for his and your fingers thread together, and Dwalin didn’t even grimace when you squeezed hard to get you through a particularly difficult contraction. The healers in the room were trying to remain calm, but you could see the worry in their eyes. An early birth, nothing more perilous for the baby.

You felt something wet on your cheeks, and it was only then that you realised you were crying. One glance at your husband showed that Dwalin was barely keeping himself from doing the same. You’d had no issues with any of your other pregnancies, something you were very grateful for, as Dwarrow were not known for their fertility. A third pregnancy hadn’t been something you’d been expecting, but it had been a blessing all the same. Now, you weren’t sure the baby would even survive.

“D-Dwalin”

You spoke through gritted teeth as you tried to distract yourself from your thoughts, that were growing steadily darker and more self-critical.

“Ay, ‘am here amrâlimê.”

“I’m sorry.. for before .. I know..”

Dwalin squeezed your hand and went to reply, but all that came out was a rather strangled, choked sound. He swallowed thickly and tried again.

“Ye’ had to ask lass, I don’t begrudge ye that.”

You felt your eyes burn as you brought your joined hands together and pressed your lips to the back of his.

“I love you..”

Your speech was cut off by a loud cry which you only vaguely recognised as your own. This was far more painful than any of your other births.

“Dwalin.. what if.. what if we lose the baby?” You gasped out, breathless from the agony your own body was putting you through.

Dwalin’s grip on your hand tightened and he looked at you with his signature fierce determination that you adored, as if anything were possible if he merely willed it hard enough.

“Don’ even say tha’ lass. We’ll get through this together, with another pebble to love and care for.”

---

Hours later, your mind swam back to consciousness. For a few blissful moments, it was like any other time waking up, but then your memories came back to you. You quickly tried to sit up, but found yourself too weak and in too much pain to do so. Groaning, you turned you head to see Dwalin asleep, his body slumped forwards in a chair and his head resting on the mattress beside your body.

One of the healers noticed you trying to get up, and walked over to your side, looking solemn. You felt like your heart had dropped out of you.

“M-my baby?” Your voice was scarce louder than a whisper, your eyes wide as tears quickly gathered, ready to spill.

The healer thankfully seemed to realise what you were trying to ask, and came and sat down lightly on the side of the bed Dwalin wasn’t leaning against.

“Your baby is safe, alive…”

You did begin to cry at that, your face crumpling in relief. You knew the statistics of early birth among your kind, and they weren’t good.

“But…”

Your tears abruptly stopped as the healer trailed off, evidently not sure how to continue. Panic gripped you, and you once again tried to get up off the bed. The healer’s hands quickly came up to push you back down.

“Easy, easy! You bled a lot, you are very weak.”

You didn’t care about that, how could you?

“Let me see my baby!”

Your voice was loud enough that it woke Dwalin, who’s head jerked up off the mattress as he blearily tried to adjust to being awake. When he saw that you had finally regained consciousness, he exhaled and smiled at you, clearly exhausted himself.

The healer rose from the bed and went over to a little cot, their motions slow and cautious. You wondered why they seemed concerned as they brought over your baby to you, as if they were wary of your reaction. Idiots. You thought to yourself. When you finally had your third son in your arms, you thought that he was simply perfect. Beautiful, perfect, and alive.

---

Over a year later, you arrived in Erebor with your three sons, as well as many other Dwarrow from the Blue Mountains who were ready to move back into their true home. It had been hard, naturally, to spend the first year of your third son’s life without your husband and his father there to share in the experience of parenthood, but you’d managed it. Dwalin had more than repaid your effort by simply remaining alive, and now you could raise all three of your pebbles in the home you’d both been raised in.

You let your two eldest run ahead at the first sight of their father’s bald, tattooed head, and you walked slowly behind them carrying your third son. At just over a year old, he’d already began to start making garbled noises that almost resembled words if you didn’t listen too closely. You were excited to introduce your husband to his third son properly, as he hadn’t had much time with him before he’d set out on his quest.

You looked up and saw your eldest son running back towards you, evidently with some message to deliver that couldn’t wait the short walk. Your son’s enthusiasm warmed your heart, and you looked past him to meet the gaze of your husband, who looked on with the same fond expression you knew you shared.

“Amad! Amad! Adad says uncle Bifur and uncle Bofur have promised to carve nadadith some pretty crutches when he is big enough!”

Uncle Bifur and Uncle Bofur? They hadn’t been called that before, but then again, you supposed they had just faced death in the face and laughed alongside your husband, so you could get behind the titles. When you finally reached your husband, and his big hands reached out to hold his third son for the first time since he’d left the Blue Mountains, you knew that everything would be alright.  

Khuzdul translations:

Amad – Mother Amrâlimê – My Love Adad - Father Ghivashel - treasure of all treasures Inùdoy – Son Mizim - Jewel Nadadith – Younger brother

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Just Leave Pt 3

Up and down a leather strap your straight razor eased making Dwalin swallow, he had chosen to go first before the young Princes and shirtless he waited until you walked and flashed him a kind grin. A gloved hand rising to tap his pectoral muscle where you would start shaving, all around his nipple to cover the skin, “Just breathe buddy, don’t forget to breathe. I won’t shave more than what’s needed.”

He nodded and gentler than he expected the sharp blade eased the hair off then was wiped and closed to be set aside for the application of the stencil. “That’s backwards.”

Grinning at him you said, “This side faces down, so it will be the right way on your skin.” Watching carefully he saw the marker settle just right on the space he wanted it and got a better view with the mirror you lifted for him from the stand, “That’s how you want it, right?”

“Yes,”

He nodded and you said, “Okay, let’s get you laid back on the table.” Slowly he exhaled and shifted to lay back on the cushioned sheet coated table he was seated on and his eyes followed to the tattoo gun you lifted from your case from the stand holding your ink you would be needing. “Now, it’s going to buzz, and I’ll just do a small dot so you can feel what it’s like.” The buzz alone almost had him flinch and his gaze followed your hands settling on his chest to count down to the spot that left him blinking for how much worse he had expected it to feel.

“That’s it?”

Smirking at him you pulled your chair up behind you with a foot and settled back saying, “Yes, though the coloring needle sometimes feels sharper depending on where it is.” Steadily you got through the outline and his eyes lowered to the handkerchief you lifted to wipe the excess away.

“You wipe it? All my others they have to let it soak in.”

“The needle goes in and out of the skin hundreds of times in a matter of seconds pushing ink in as it does. If I don’t wipe the excess away it won’t be done well. I believe our processes for tattoos are just a difference in tools used for the job. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil it. Now, when it’s healing you don’t rub it then, just rinse it off no scrubbing or harsh soaps or salts. Keep it nice and moist with the cream I give you.”

During the detailing of the complex piece of runes and what seemed to be his animal guide for his personality he asked you questions keeping himself calm from disturbing you by moving around to see how things were going until the final wipe of the tattoo when you grinned saying, “Finished.”

He glanced down, “That’s all of it?”

“That’s all of it.” You said with a grin and helped him up cleaning your ink cups while he admired the work in the hand mirror you passed him. Back again you came with a tin of your skin cream saying after removing the lid, “A dab is good and you just smooth it across all of it, just like this,” you said spreading it for him making him grin to himself at the cooling effect on his mildly stinging skin. “When it feels dry just put some more on it to keep the skin moist. Can you go shirtless?”

“Shirtless?”

“Well, I ask because I don’t know what material your shirt is from and if it’s too rough it could scratch it up and there’s risk of infection from too course a material.” Parting his lips, “But I have some wrap I can put on it if you can’t let it breathe.”

“I can go shirtless. Infection is common?”

“No, just like a burn or a bad bite, just if you bathe don’t scrub it, rinse it off, no harsh soaps. Think of it like skin scraped raw, just give it the cream and some time to breathe. By morning with the cream it should be mostly healed, the pain will be gone along with any swelling.” He nodded again with brows knitting together in focus, “Tomorrow it may start to peel, but that is good, the top layer of skin heals and peels back and it leaves the tattoo intact. Third day should just be for any lingering peeling or tightness of the skin. Please don’t worry, and I am here to check it if you did accidentally get attacked by a scrub brush or something,” making him smile to himself. The tin was folded in his palm and you said, “There you are, you survived.”

Hopping down he chuckled laying his shirts over his arm and left five gold coins in your palm after having taken a look at your size versus time and event marker charge chart you had made up for the Dwarves to calm them and their kin that because you weren’t a Dwarf the usual prices for various event markers would remain intact. “Thank you,” he said watching you add the gold to your till mounted on top of an enchanted safe from your own stand in the old shop you worked for swapped with currency from the mountain.

Out he went to show off the work to his relatives with Fili puffing up his chest to join you back behind your dividing curtain to strip and be shaved for his barely postage stamp sized marker on his collar bone. “Just breathe Fili,” you said leaving him sitting up on top of the propped up sheet coated lounger while the other table swapped sheets and had wiped itself down to be clean again.

New needle and gun sanitized you neared the shaved and stenciled Prince saying, “Since this is on bone just try to be still but don’t stop breathing. I’ll give you a tap with it to show you how it feels.” He nodded and the relief was instant on how harmless it seemed. “See, not bad.”

He chuckled eyeing the braided trip of hair on the side of your side swept bangs with a bell in it to go with the other tucked back into your messy bun from the longer stretch of your unruly curls. “Uncle doesn’t mean it you know.”

“Which one?” you asked wiping away some of the ink before continuing on after his next exhale.

“Thorin,” your eyes shifted to his a moment, “He can’t control it.”

Grinning to yourself you replied, “All our families have demons Fili. I don’t blame him for that. But thank you.”

“Your family had demons?”

After a moment you replied, “My parents liked to eat hallucinogenic mushrooms and drink, then they would hurt themselves.” Parting his lips, “Never got to hurting us until the next to last time.”

“Next to last?”

“They left us alone and took off to the Grand Canyon and jumped off.”

“Miss Pear-,” he could barely whisper out unable to imagine the pain that had caused you.

You shook your head, “Everyone back home always said to count our blessings, they stopped before hurting us, stopped the cycle of us seeing them drink themselves into stupors. They stopped hurting. I think I’ve done well since then. So no pitying stares, and don’t worry about drinking around me, just if you know any poor drunks let me know so I can steer clear.”

Fili, “No one’s hurting you.”

“I don’t doubt that, but I also tend to be followed by the ones who tend to get sick after drinking too much.” Making him chuckle to himself, “Then I get to spend the night holding hair from their face holding their heads in the toilet to keep the floors clean.”

Fili, “We will ensure you do not get roped into playing nursemaid in our celebratory balls.”

Kili came next, with less hair to shave but just as much nerves and three times the joy in bounding out shirtless to show off his marker leaving Bombur next with a few small markers he had been overdue on taking you to lunch.

Bofur and Bifur also caught up on markers with Oin finishing the day with another large piece on his back to tribute his lost wife just prior to Smaug’s arrival. Soaked and back in bed again you slept once again being joined by the fuzzy footed King angered still by the shirtless males flaunting your artwork. They were trying to steal you away, meant for his portraits, his markers this was near enough to make him want to lock you away from all of them. More Dwarves were coming and against his morning growls the day before you simply picked him up and went off to your first appointment anyways leaving him on one of your couches. Skin painters were a treasure beyond measures of value in gold or silver. No one was taking you anywhere.

.

Two days of sulking and the sulking Dwarf King was left to last while the Elves inspected your portrait collection to see how they wanted their private portraits to look. Inched back to another fur raising rage he paced in his apartment pausing only at your walk inside after his refusal to answer the knock at his door. “Are you wanting to reschedule your appointment?”

“No,” he growled then turned to continue pacing again.

“Are you worried about the shaving, I’ve seen your back it isn’t nearly as hairy as your chest.”

“No,” he rumbled and you rolled your eyes and turned on your heel for him to growl, “Where are you going?!”

“I am going to my shop, when you are ready come down.”

He scoffed then smoothing his hand across his chest feeling his temper rise, “Why did you do this to me?!”

“I am not doing anything to you.”

Facing you fully he shouted alerting his relatives in their apartments luring a few to inch closer to their doors to hear if Thorin would start another fight. “You are the one behind this transformation I keep being forced through!”

“I am not and you know it.”

“I am a KING!”

“SO WHAT?!” His mouth fell open and you said, “See! That’s it right there! You want my apology?! Fine! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry that you’re more than just a name in a book to me! Not just another King that I read about once! That I actually love you enough to give a damn about you possibly killing yourself by racing out of the mountain without so much as a scrap of armor when the orcs arrive because you have something to PROVE, OH GREAT King Under the Mountain! I am so sorry that I inconvenienced you by not letting you fly into rages and dangle Bilbo from the ramparts accusing him of stealing your Arkenstone! And try to kill Dwalin for trying to talk your head out of the dirt!”

By now the color was leaving his face as well as the faces of the Company having crept into the hall to listen along. His chest clenched again seeing tears spilling into your eyes, “I am so sorry that you are going through the Dragon Sickness and feel so alone right now in a place that holds such painful memories for you but trust me it does not feel good, and certainly isn’t amusing to make you feel more helpless to your rages while suffering through this! But I’m not like Gandalf or Saruman, I’m not a good Wizard and I’m not very powerful and all I had to protect you was a birthday wish. I am so sorry but I do not have any control over it at this point, you have to beat it!”

“I CAN’T!” he shouted back.

“Seriously?! You survived a Dragon, in your thirties fought off an orc with a TREE TRUNK!” He scoffed and you shouted back, “And don’t you fucking dare forget everything you did for your people to settle them in the Blue Mountains!”

That had his mouth agape staring wide eyed at you to his kin clasping their hands over their mouths in the hall muffling their pleased squeaks to your point, “You might not have had a hoard of gold but you gave them plenty! Plenty, Thorin! Don’t you dare go lessen yourself as King based on how much gold is under your butt, you think you needed a crown to be their King? You really think you need that hunk of metal? You were hurt, I get that, you lost a grandfather, a father, brother and however many hundreds of your kin to a giant fire spitting lizard that kicked you out of your home sending you pretty much to the other end of the continent. You weren’t happy, for decades you were in pain otherwise you wouldn’t have gone chasing after a fucking Dragon! You got your home, you got your gold! You have family! I don’t have anyone. Don’t lose your family, don’t you dare! And I give you my word I will turn you into as many damn things as I damn well please to keep you from feeling that again from a stupid decision made out of anger. Because it never stops hurting and it’s bleeding out of that book, all your pain and I can’t stop drowning in my own pain so I have to try and help you fix yours.”

He tearily looked you over a few moments as you wet your lips in a glance away and then looked back pointing to the door saying. “Now I’m going downstairs to my shop and you either sprout a tail or you get your ass down there so I can do my job and write King on your butt cheek or wherever else to prove to you and every other Dwarf on the planet that you are one.”

Just two steps away he tearfully whispered, “You love me?”

Turned again right up to him you strode and his hands were taken, fingers extended on both that inched up your shirt making him swallow then his heart plummet with a tear down each cheek tracing the scar from the sword Azog stabbed through you matching the smaller scan on his upper back. Up at you he peered and was the only one to hear you whisper back, “Proof, need more? I can take it if you do.” Another tear rolled down his cheek in his hand trailing down the scars from the sword as they dropped to his sides.

“I’ll be downstairs sharpening my razor, prepare yourself for a shave.” Out you walked and in silence he stood in all but silence past the echoes of your words in his ears. The pain still gripped in his chest but now didn’t seem to bite as hard retracing the things you had reminded him of, those years in the Blue Mountains, hard but steadfast in resettling with every smile on the faces of his kin growing by the day bolstering something in him. Far from courage but something he couldn’t name, a feeling he knew, the feeling nightly urging him to make it to another sunrise to be there for another day to possibly find his lost relatives, a way to rebuild chance to return home again. The feeling of being alive and strong again without fear of losing everything he had suddenly.

“Well said,” Thranduil lowly stated just outside the Royal Wing he had been walking to the library from to distract himself until lunch.

When your hand found the front of his robe his brows arched up through the hunch caused by your tug, and silently he froze to your arms crossing behind his neck with hands clutching at his back. The Elven guards and Prince all watched your eyes close tightening your hold while saying, “I’m so proud of you.” That had his arms melting around your back and his own eyes shutting to keep from crying and relishing the moment as it lasted. “And I always will be, never forget that.”

“I would never dare to be so foolish.”

Eased back his eyes met yours with a grin ghosting onto his face at your hands brushing a few strands of hair from his face you cupped ticking his brows higher again, “Good, and for the record you are way prettier than Galadriel.” Deep throated he chuckled to the peck you left on the tip of his nose with shoulders shaking at the laughter bubbling out of him unable to wait in sharing your sentiment to his good friends.

Still he shook, smiling on your walk to Legolas who awkwardly slumped into your hug that with a tug on his wrist he just accepted was going to happen. “You are more magnificent than you know,” a peck on his cheek and he couldn’t help but grin awkwardly trying not to cry at the familial gesture.

“Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re too strange,” you said to Tauriel who was puzzled at the advice, “the world is changed by dreamers who see un-walked paths to take. I may not know you that well but you Ma’am, are a dreamer and welcome to be strange with me.” Making her smile as well while you turned to keep walking down to your shop, “I am off to wait to shave a King.”

Silently and shirtless Thorin sat allowing you to touch up his back tattoo across the back of his shoulders riddled with tiny scars from scrapes and work related injuries between wear marks from armor in the few battles he had faced around the white scar from your saving his life. Beneath the sprawling black and blue ravens around a line of anvils down the back of his neck to between his shoulder blades was surrounded by sacred runes based with a new rune for King and Conqueror for reclaiming his home and throne.

Gravely Thorin rumbled near to the end of his session, “What happens at the end of the book?”

“Everyone is broken, in various ways. Some find their way back to whole again others don’t.”

“I meant for me?”

“You reclaim your home and beat the Dragon Sickness.”

“The way you spoke, it was if you had lost me.”

“I do lose you Thorin,” that had his heart sink and shoulders slump a moment, “Every time those clouds of grief roll in.” That had him glancing at you over his shoulder, “You know what those eyes are?” He shook his head, “It’s the clear blue sunrise in the middle of winter. Clouds blow away and billow up again, so I lose you, but you’re always there. Just decidedly puffy at those moments.”

“Absolute nonsense.”

“Well thousands have said this quest was a death march so I will take absolute nonsense as a compliment from you.” Making him chuckle lowly to himself.

The needle pressed into his skin and for the final touch to his Conqueror marker he asked, “Why the fox? For all the animals,”

At that you giggled saying, “Because they’re adorable, and small, and have large ears.”

“Are you making fun of my ears?”

“I wouldn’t dare, I am quite fond of your ears, King Thorin. Make it hard to be mad at you when you growl my way.”

“Other Kings would arrest you for treason.”

“Other Kings would be turned into grasshoppers and fed to you for supper.” Making him chuckle as you wiped off his upper back. “Time for the cream,” You passed him the mirror and to the mounted mirror on the wall he walked smirking once there to the finished job. “Try to sleep on your belly tonight, and try not to get angry, who knows what would happen to my work.” His brow inched up, “Unless you prefer coming to do it all over again, and again, and again.”

From his pocket he set a small stack of gold on the counter turning so you could coat his back with the cream and instruct him on how to care for it before leaving to head up to his room feeling a strong urge to nap. Thanks had been heavily given and once you were done with your lunch you were free of any appointments on this blustery winter day to grant you ample time to finish your fox painting.

 *

Deep lost to his dream Thorin opened his eyes belly down in his hoard sinking more and more to the sound of coins falling across his back pushing him deeper into the gold. Doubts of his quest, his sanity, his bloodline and right to rule rippled between the clinks of gold blocking all else from the world around him in painful hisses clenching tight in his chest. Images flashed of his lost kin and brother before his eyes settled on a single gold coin etched with a jackalope right in front of his eyes.

“A strain of madness runs deep in that line…”

Reaching forward his fingers folded around that coin and he could hear his own voice responding, “I am not my Grandfather.” Suddenly he was falling and every pound of gold dropped away scattering in the fall with coin after coin turning to jackalopes wiggling their ears and tilting their heads in catching his gaze. The fall lasted hours it seemed through glimpses of smiles and each brightening moment from the Blue Mountains aiding in his carrying on flooding with appreciative smiles his way and respectful bows of the head to the young title free King. Down he glanced only to find the ground just inches away. Timidly his feet planted on the ground and looking around to see the creatures all around him on top of the snow he began to sink past his knees when you appeared cross legged in front of him.

“You look stuck.” Slicing an apple with a knife in your palms.

“Miss Pear?”

Instantly your brows furrowed asking him, “You know me?”

Scoffing at that he replied, “Yes, I know you. You know me.”

“Do I?”

“Yes!” He replied feeling his legs sinking a bit more in the snow while the Jackalopes came closer at your chewing a slice of the apple, “Stop this, help me out of this hole!”

“I don’t usually help strangers.”

“This is not funny! We spent the better part of a year trudging across country to win back my lost home from a Dragon! You know me! You live in my Kingdom now, you have a shop there.”

After a giggle you asked, “Your Kingdom? You’re a King?”

“Yes!”

“What would a King be doing out here?”

“I don’t know, now will you help me?”

“I thought Kings were supposed to have guards to keep them safe.”

“I don’t need a guard I’m with you.”

“I’m your guard?”

“No.”

“So, we’re friends then?”

“N-no,” The word next to painful to stammer out. “Yes,” he blurted out to correct himself.

“It is no or yes? Are we friends?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Can’t be that complicated you’re waist deep in snow and I have this knife and you say you trust me. Who are you again, Your Majesty?”

“Thorin.”

“Thorin, hmm. I don’t know any Thorins.”

Grumbling to himself he exhaled to the sinking of his body again another inch into the snow, “You know me, you know my Company and Bilbo. We spent nearly a year together,”

“Not ringing any bells.” You said shaking your head luring his eyes to the bells in your hair still.

“Thorin, Thorin Oakenshield, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror. King under the Mountain. You know me! You love me!”

“Do I?” Your head tilted and he snarled as your voice echoed with a low hiss to the flicker of a shadowy pair of wings circling the both of you on the snow as you sliced off another piece of the apple. “Why would I love a stranger? Where’s your proof?”

“Proof? You love me!”

“Mr Thorin King of the snow, who are you to tell me who I love?”

“You told me! You did!”

“Did I? I have no clue who you are, the one I love went away, far away,” Again you ate the slice as his hand slammed into the snow in a failed wiggling try to get free himself.

“I am right here! Right here! Look in my eyes! Look! And tell me what you see!” he let out a raspy breath feeling himself sinking more, “Tell me you don’t know me!” Over his back he could feel paws settle reminding him of your fingertips through tattooing him, so gentle but steady as the jackalopes steps. “Tell me-,” he whimpered out to the sudden tug he felt jerking him under the snow.

Just a blink later he found himself panting on his knees, matching the sound of a ragged whimper of pain. Looking up his mouth dropped open finding you curled against a rock back on that day before jolting up he raced to your side slamming hard onto his knees. “You’re in pain,”

“Thorin?” you whimpered out barely able to open your eyes, “I can’t get up,” a tear rolled down your cheek, “I can’t get up, I’m trying, it hurts.”

“I know,” Up into his arms he lifted you cradling you to his chest, “I know where to take you. I know who can help.” Hours he ran through the growing storm muttering soft words of encouragement to hold on and stay awake. Stone arches broke his sprint and a line of Elven Guards stopped him with spears aimed at him over their tall shields. “Please,” he panted out, “Please help her.”

“I know you,” Elrond spoke stoically speaking with shadowy wings flickering behind his back, “Thorin Oakensield. Son of Thrain,” a hissing echo tailing his voice, “Son of Thror.”

“Please help her! She’s dying!”

“I don’t believe you. She is young. You are lying.” He paused and straightened up facing Thorin fully, “You are mad.”

“She is dying! Look! Just look! You know it!”

“I do not know her, nor do I wish to. Take your ally and leave. You bring doom upon us all.”

“Please help her!”

Elrond turned away and everyone seemed to disperse from the courtyard, “You are mad. Just like your father, just like Thror.”

“I AM NOT MY GRANDFATHER!” Turned back his head shifted granting them eye contact again, “And she is not me,” he panted out, “Help her please, she knows where the ring is, she could save us, all of us. Please, save her, kill me, send me away, but save her!”

“You offer your life in return for her safety,”

“She is so kind, so infallibly kind, and loyal and had shown me love in languages I did not bother to understand. I never cared to see, until the day she nearly died saving me, and all of us. I am weak, I can be cruel, I have had hate in my veins for so long. But she sees pain in others while wading in her own, and she drowns in theirs to spare them the waters and blood. Help her. We don’t deserve her. I, I don’t, I-,”

His voice faltered seeing the jackalope on Elrond’s shoulder and he could hear your voice loud and clear through his formerly hazy memory before transforming last inside your shop. “Jackalope, very rare to find, bring patience and kind thoughts to those who befriend them.”

Ori’s voice asked, “Kind thoughts?”

“They tend to stumble upon people who aren’t very kind to themselves, the ones who need it most.” A groan from Thorin came in the culmination of the hissing thoughts in his mind and his clothes dropped with his fox self scurrying over to curl up halfway sitting on your foot after knocking his head uselessly into Dwalin’s ankle. “Mom hoped by naming me after their Queen in an old children’s tale they would show up around the house. Like that old myth you paint leprechauns in the yard and they bury their gold on your land assuming it’s their own territory.” You said bending to pick up the King as his clothes folded themselves and flew back up to his rooms following the enchantment you had set on them. Around the shop now he could see a herd of the creatures peering up at him sniffing the air as if his scent was changing to something more tolerable to their noses. He could feel your hands and arms folded around him gently stroking him to calm him down.

Kili, “Did it work?”

Fili, “Did they come?”

“I thought they did, but my parents couldn’t see them.”

Thranduil, “That does not necessarily mean that they were not real. A great many creatures chose who cannot see them. Some are merely unworthy.”

“Save her,” Thorin muttered feeling his eyes lulled shut by your touch, more and more it became apparent he was waking up to his struggle of unseen weight on him. “Save her.” With a snort awake he was on all fours and groaned feeling the sting on his back signaling him to reach for the cream tin beginning the application of awkward streaks over his tattoo calming the mild irritation of his skin. And once that was done straight to your room he went leaving the tin by his bed.

Awake in your sitting room hours from supper he eyed the painting of himself as a fox you turned from hearing his entrance asking, “What do you think?”

“I love you,” he blurted out and you turned to set your brush in the water glass to soak.

“It is nowhere proclamations of love level good.”

“The painting is infuriatingly adorable, it’s you I love.”

Folding your hands in your lap you asked, “Now who are you and what have you done with Thorin?”

Across the room he walked taking your paint dotted hands, “I’m going to prove it to you.” Curiously your eyes lingered on his though his timid inch closer leaving you a breath from lips touching only to face the door at a distant muffled explosion.

“Now that’s infuriating,” you said standing up and taking your wand holster from the stand clipping it to your waist on the way to the front overlook where you found Gandalf firing off fireworks left and right alerting you all to the growing sea of orcs and goblins turned to colored glass in a swish of your wand.

Over the blustery wind while Gandalf trudged closer through the snow Thorin rumbled out, “I had a dream about you,” glancing at him you smiled as he said, “I saw jackalope, whole herd.”

“Really?”

He nodded, “I will tell you about it later sometime, once we find out what he has been up to.” Just now spotting the sled driving Radagast beside his cousin with a stack of bodies on his rabbit powered sled.

“Abduction again by the looks of it. By this rate I am starting to think there’s a quota for abductions each Wizard has.”

“Do not start abducting people.”

“Aww, not even a few Hobbits? They’re so much fun, and you’ve tons of land to cover, see, you could fit a lovely little Second Shire all across these plains, and the Master of Laketown will have a sassy shakedown if he tried to march on Erebor.”

He chortled then his grin dropped seeing his brother and father in the sled waving up at him, “Frerin, Father,” turning rapidly he grabbed your hair he confirmed was clearly not green showing you had tried to use a locator charm. “Checking,” his hand lowered to clasp around yours leading you to the steps to take you down to the gates. “Come, meet father and brother, best gain allies from them before Amad arrives and official proceedings are begun for my coronation and our marriage. That will require many drafts for our wedding markers we will share and an artist for our portrait will have to be chosen…”

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr #Fallen to Middle Earth

[avaria-revallier]

Chapter 3: Of silver bells and painfull memories

They left quietly at first sunlight.

None of the dwarves dared to wake the hobbit. They all heard the scrubbing sounds coming from the kitchen till past midnight. Not one muttered curse nor angry looks were casted in the dwarves direction. Even thought Kìli and Fìli as well as Ori offered their help. The cleaning lass just shook her head. She gently pushed them outside and into the living room, ordering them to rest as they would need it.

Bombur remembered quite clearly the nervous flutter in his stomach when Fìli told him to go and see Bella. He found her sorting through some herbs.

"Would you be so kind and take these with you?" she pointed on a small sample of spices.

It sounded like a request, well it was one. On the other hand Bombur had witnessed the whole company flinching just earlier that evening -for the second time- as she was turning around after the fire, her cheeks darkened with coal. Bella also allowed him to take what was left from her pantry. As well as everything he would see of help to the company. He had put away most of the herbs and sat with the other dwarves in the living room when she entered again, carrying a large tablet full of cold snacks.

"I guess some of you might still like a small snack before going to bed." she smiled shy on her way out, avoiding the eyes of the company.

Nobody except Bombur saw her taking the contract and tucking it safely under her blouse.

Bombur wouldn't judge the lass for not coming along. He, as well as the other dwarves had a chance to observe the hobbits living in the Shire. They were all but friendly and kind. No weapons to be seen, blunt knives only used to chop food. No gold, silver or other fine jewellery on the market. Mainly food and simple clothes. Bombur could understand the hobbit. He as well wouldn't want to leave such a great home for a dangerous journey with an uncertain outcome. If he could he would have stayed in this peaceful corner of the world a little longer. He looked back. The Shire was lying still in the soft light of the morning. The hobbit would wake alone. They didn't even leave a note. Maybe it was better this way. The wild was no place for gentle folk like her.

"Bombur, keep up!" They all stopped for a moment as if they were waiting. The dwarven king was the first one to turn around and make for Bree.

Bella woke alone. It is quiet in her smial, even when she calls out for her dwarves no answer is provided. She looks around her living room. Everything seems to be at its designated place. The kitchen is clean. No sign that there where thirteen dwarves in her home. Only the empty pantry and the contract in her pocket are proof for the events of the last evening. She looks down on the contract in her hands.

'What if Gandalf wouldn't make it in time to save them from the trolls? What if Thorin won't give in in the woodland realm -as if!- What if...' While she thinks of all the horrible possibilities her feat had already taken her into her own room. Excitement grows in her heart as she pulls out her mothers old backpack, sleeping bag and bed roll. Hastily she takes some trousers, undergarments and her fathers old pocket knife out of the closet and places them next to the contract. Soap and other small necessities where thrown on the pile. She rushes to the pantry on the far end of the left wing where she usually stores her winter rations and takes a good arm full. She would need it on the first few weeks. She remembers clearly her always rumbling stomach in her last life. Her mind knows that she would have to do with three meals a day instead of the seven or eight she is used to. She would have to start her swordtraining all over, she realises. Her mind might remember clearly, but her body wouldn't. A small sight escapes her mouth as she thinks of all the pain it would bring her and her muscles.

All packed and ready to leave she looks around one last time. She would miss Bag End, no doubt, but she was truly happy to go on an adventure once more. With a bright smile she steps out of her door. The sun was already up for quite a while. She hurries down the steps and over to her good friend Primula and her husband Drogo. They agreed to watch over her when her parents passed away. As Bella wasn't of age she would likely have to ask for permission. She was not the kind of girl to just run off without a word, well at least not in this life. She slips the thick envelope with the key to Bag End and a letter of farewell into their post box. Within was a smaller envelop for her grandfather and one for her trusted gardener Mr. Gamgee. Her grandfather would be furious to hear that she left.

With watery eyes she makes her way down the hill, through the familiar neighbourhood. At some point she starts running, away from the road and over the farmland, through gardens and over fences. Her heart happily beating to the drumming of her footstepps. It was freeing and finally a happy laughter escapes her chest. She runs all the way till she can see the company between the trees.

"Wait! ... Wait for me!" she huffs.

She stops near Balins pony to take a deep breath.

"Here, I signed it." she takes the contract out of her pocket and hands it shakily over to him.

Nervous she glances at the other dwarves. Fìli was nodding and nudges his brother to hide his wide grin. The Ri brothers where looking at her slightly relieved, as she would be the one to enter the mountain and face the dragon instead of Nori. Dwalin looked annoyed down at her. Her heart dropped for a second there. It has always been hard for her to read the big warrior, but she could imagine him to be happy even if he wouldn't show. Bofur grinned at her openly and she couldn't hide her own grin seeing him. Bombur was delighted to see her and smiles hearty at her. Bifur made a few signs in her direction when she met his gaze. The only one she could decipher was something like 'welcome'. It had been some time for her to actually communicate in their ancient language. She only tilted her head with a small grin on her lips. She wouldn't want to scare them by replying to him with a thanks. Thorin was the last one she looked at. He reacted just as she remembered, frowning. She gifted him a sweet smile as she would to Lobelia and turns back to Balin. The white dwarf studied the contract a moment longer before declaring it as right.

"Get the halfling a pony." Thorin grunted.

He wasn't sure why he's so annoyed by the smile she gave him. It felt not right. Somehow it bothered him to see her so openly smile at Bofur and his sister-sons while she gave him a political smile. He clenches his jaw, stubborn looking ahead.

"I am half of nothing!" the angry voice of the hobbit lets him turn around. He had to control his body not to flinch at her angry tone. He himself wasn't sure why, but seeing her angry made him feel guilty. When he sees the slight hint of being hurt in her eyes a cold hand seems to grab his heart. His mouth is suddenly too dry to speak. Thorin would like nothing better than for her to smile all day, to be happy and safe.

'You could let her ride with you. She would be safest with you, near you' a small voice whispers in the back of his brain. He is tempted to give in to this voice. Before he could do something he would regret later 'As if!', she continues angrily.

"Don't give me that look, Thorin Oakenshield! You got lost! In Hobbiton! All ways are marked and everything has signs!" she hisses at him. Her hands on her hips she stares up to him, challenging.

For a moment he is stunned. Only few people would talk to him in this manner.

She stares at him, angrily, one foot tapping. Before she or Thorin could say any more Kili and Fili gently grab her by the elbows and lift her onto a pony. She glares at them halfheartedly. She could never be angry at them for a very long time. They meant well and she knew.

A coin purse flew past her head and lands safely in Kilis hands. She lifts one brow, asking: “You took wages on me?”

“I knew that you would come with us!” The dark haired dwarf swiftly escapes her question by smiling brightly.

Bella fills the time chatting with the company. Gloin was more than delighted to tell her everything about his son Gimli. She heard a lot about him in her last life. He was a good friend to Frodo and even friends with an elf.

Somewhere in the middle of Gloins extended story of how Gimli threw his first axe, Bofur groans displeased.

“Mistress Baggins… Tell him to stop! I can’t take any more!” With his hands he covers his ears.

Gloin, disbelief written all over his face, opens his mouth to respond to his friend but is interrupted by an apple flying in his direction. Bombur was the one to throw it and continues to give out their lunch, ignoring Gloins muttered curse and Bofurs thanks. Watching them a warm tingly feeling begins to grow in Bellas stomach.

Gently she nudges her pony to go a bit faster and sets herself next to Gloin.

“I would be more than delighted to take first watch with you, master Gloin. I am happy to hear a bit more about your son.” She inquired.

The proud dwarf immediately straightens his back and seems to grow a few inches.

“It would be my pleasure, Mistress Baggins.” He responds enthusiastic.

Bella slows her pony again to fall back to the back of their group.

Ori was writing in a leather bound book, all by himself. To Bella he looked quite focused, so he took her by surprise when he glanced up to meet her curious look.

“I didn’t mean to stare, I am just a bit curious. What are you writing there, Master Ori?” Bella tilts her head.

The young dwarf blushes lightly and lowers his head, looking at the written pages in his hands. Careful he closes the book and tucks it safely into his coat. Ori fiddles with the buttons on his shirt as he glances to the hobbit only to take on a deeper red.

“I am- I am the scribe for this journey. I will write down the events and the p-progress on the road. We will need to keep track for later…” he mumbled.

“That is a really important role, right? May I ask you something, Master Ori?” again she tilts her head slightly, watching his reaction.

Ori, as Gloin before, straightens himself in the saddle and grins happily at her. He was always more than delighted to share his knowledge with others.

In her past life he had been the first one to tell her about dwarven manners and morals. He had also been the only one to tell her -flushed deep red- that asking Thorin to undo her hair was equal to invite him to sleep with her. She had somehow managed to tangle her hair into the buttons on the back of her blouse. Thorin was the nearest dwarf at that time and so she had asked him to lend a hand. He did, very gently for someone gruff as him without any kind of discomfort on her side. He said not a single word and the bigger part of the company watched them silently, only Fili and Kili snickering in the far back.

“Mistress Baggins?” the soft voice of Ori brought her back to the present. “You had a question for me?”

Bella blinked at him for a moment. The butterflies in her stomach settled and the memory faded. Unconsciously her fingers had wandered up again to brush over her lips. Slowly she puts her hand back down to rest on the warm neck of her pony. Interest sparked in Oris eyes, with a spymaster as a brother everyone would learn to pay attention to smaller details. Even though he didn’t dare to ask about her unusual behavior, he would just have to watch her a bit closer from now on.

“Ah, well you see, I – I never encountered dwarves before, so I am a bit lost. I don’t want to offend any of you by accident.” She hesitates a moment, looking around as if she was expecting someone to listen in on them. “Well, I would love to know more about your customs. Only if you are free to tell me… Obviously I would be answering any question of yours about hobbits if you are interested.”

Unsure how the young dwarf would react Bella plays with a loose strand of her auburn curls.

“Dwarrows.”

Her head jerks around. “What?”

“We prefer ‘dwarrows’ over ‘dwarves’.” He smiles at her.

Bellas face heats immediately. Eyes wide she clutches her hands, covering her mouth.

“Oh, oh my. Good gracious! I am terribly sorry! I- I am so ashamed, please do take my sincere apology, master Ori.” She had called them dwarves in her past life too, the entire time! This was more than shameful.

“No harm done.” The young one chuckles. “We didn’t know either, that ‘halfling’ is so insulting to your people. I say we are even.”

“That is a relief. Please do ask away, master Ori. I would be more than happy to answer your questions.”

They talked for a good while, taking turns in asking questions. Bella learned a few more things about her fellow dwarves – pardon, dwarrows – and confirmed some of her assumptions.

Ori was just about to teach her the difference between dwarven craftsmanship and the ‘poor quality of any other race who might try’.

“Belladonna Baggins! Get down from that great beast this instant!” the voice was piercing her ears, she would have recognised her anywhere.

“Lobelia, my dear. A wonderful day to you too. Isn’t the weather just lovely. Perfectly right for a small trip, don’t you think so too?” she smiled down at Lobelia as she did smile up to Thorin this morning.

Her knuckles turned white so hard was her grip on the reins of Myrtle. She wouldn’t let Lobelia have the satisfaction of her obeying like a little faunt.

“I always knew you would take after that hideous mother of yours! Up to no good. I can see you follow in her footstepps, going on with a whole harem of men, Belladonna.” Lobelia nearly spat her name as if it was some kind of insult.

“At least the Shire will once more be entirely peaceful. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, when you come back, pregnant with a bastard, crawling into the Shire and weigh down some respectable hobbit, just like your mother did.”

A growl climbed up in Thorins throat. Only Dwalins hand on his shoulder held him on his pony. Insulting the gentle hobbit lass was one thing, but also insulting her mother and the whole company in one breath on top, an entirely different.

Thorin had no doubt that she would climb down her pony to give that detestable woman on the sideway a pice of her mind.

She didn’t.

“You made your choices and I made mine. Just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you should shame me for living with mine.” She turns around, nudging her pony and rides, head held high, past the stuttering, gasping woman and the stunned dwarrows.

There was a moment of silence. None of the dwarrows dared to move. They all were watching their burglar moving on. Bofur is the first one to break the silence.

“Loud that one.”

They moved one, behind them a distant cry: “In trousers!”

They stopped in Bree that evening. Bella had been silent for the most part of their travels. The others had been respectfully keeping their distance, giving her some space for herself.

Kili and Fili were the first to approach her after she left her room in the tavern.

“How about you come with us? We were planning on going shopping for a bit.”

She hadn’t imagined to meet Lobelia of all people on her departure. Well, no harm done as she isn’t going to come back any time soon.

She beamed up at the brothers.

“It would be my pleasure, I do actually have some shopping to do. You two would be a great help to me.”

And so they went on, visiting a smith to buy a stone to sharpen her pocket knife and a grocer for her to replenish her rations for the next days on the road, as well as a rather large bag of dried leafs neither of the brothers could identify.

“Do you happen to know a junk-shop? Fili here has a pretty good eye for things that can bring a fine price once repaired or polished.” Kili boasted about his older brother, proudly looking up to Fili.

Fili on the other hand blushed at the tip of his ears, scratching his neck and avoiding eye-contact.

“Oh my, I hadn’t noticed we had such a skilled handsome dwarf in our very middle.” She teased him.

Kili tries to hide his laughter by coughing, while his brother turned as red as Bellas winning tomatoes.

Each of them were rummaging through the shelves of the small junk-shop. Fili focused to find some hidden treasures und gems beneath all the junk that occupied most of the space. Kili was more interested in watching their newest member of the group carefully. The hobbit was searching the shelves, picking up this and that, nothing really seemed to catch her eye. Then she went stiff and Kili watched her more closely. A pair of silver bells had caught her attention. Gently, almost awestruck she touched them. Yanking her hand back almost immediately as if she had burned herself. A pained expression ruled her face and a shadow lowered itself over her eyes. Fast, almost running she made her way into the opposite direction.

Kili picks the bells up as soon as she left. They were nothing special, a small pair of silver bells, a bit beaten and bruised but still repairable. Shrugging he added the bells to his other findings. He would tell Fili later about what he had witnessed.

The ‘prancing pony’ was rather crowded on this particular evening. The company managed to get a table in one of the more secluded corners of the room. Dwalin’s the first one to spot the young princes and the hobbit lass. The dwarrows had the arms full with food and other bags, as well as the small lass, who looked like she would fall over every moment. He nudges Thorin to shift his attention to his nephews. The king frowns slightly at the sight of the packed trio.

“Do you think we can’t care for your wellbeing, burglar?” his voice is no more than a low rumble, even though they could hear him perfectly in the noisy room.

The lass opens her mouth, no doubt to give him a portion of her mind, but Fili lowers his head to whisper something in her ear, resembling in her staying silent.

Everybody is surprised, as Ori clears his throat.

“W-well, as I have learned today, hobbits eat s-seven meals a day. She told me, she would just need a f-few weeks to adjust her eating habits and I wouldn’t have to worry.” He mumbles, shyly looking down on the table.

“Seven?! By my beard, weren’t you starving laddie?” Balin questions the hobbit.

Bella was more than uncomfortable. Of course her stomach would choose this particular moment to rumble on like a great bear. She flushes crimson red to the very tips of her ears, attempting to hide her face behind the bags in her arms. Dwalin hops down from the bench, taking the bags without a comment and shoving them in Kilis arms.

“Come here lass, have some food while the lads bring your purchases to your room. We don’t want to alert anyone with that sound of your stomach.” With a swift motion he sweeps her off the ground and places her next to Thorin on the bench.

A large bowl of soup is placed before her, bread and some kind of drink. She starts eating under the watching eyes of the company.

“Care for another drink, small lady?” the faint smell of alcohol accompanies the lulling words.

Slowly she turns around.

The man behind her was the perfect example of a drunken idiot. Oily hair and bloody eyes. His friend had to stabilise him as he swayed forward.

“Oh, well thank you for your kind offer, sir. As you can see I am already in a very fine company. I have to politely decline your offer.” She didn’t even bother to smile at him.

“Don’t be shy. Come on little lady give us a smile. We promise you to be gentle.” He laughs at his own words.

Bella frowns, slightly cross. With her strong hand she adjusts her grip around her fathers pocket knife.

“You heard the lady. Scram.” Thorins words were more like a growl than anything else.

Without looking up he had his sword drawn and held it protective behind Bella and the drunkard.

She relaxes a bit as the two of them raise their hands and leave the tavern shortly after.

“Thank you, Master Oakenshield.” Ever so lightly she touches his -very damn muscular- arm, smiling at him.

Shortly after she returns to eating her meal, tucking away the knife. She didn’t notice the curious look of Nori, the spymaster of the group, neither the slightly red ears beneath the dark hair of the dwarven king.

Chapter 1

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Prove Me Wrong, Part Thirty-One: Welcome Home

Series Summary:  Caithwistë, born from the only known pairing of an elf and a dwarf has spent most of her life in hiding. When an old friend, (or a certain meddling wizard) finds her in the woods, everything changes. Now, she will have the chance to prove the world wrong about her value. A ‘The Hobbit’ fanfiction based off of the following imagines from @imaginexhobbit: This One is the basis of the story, and This One and This One will be added in later. If you recognize it, it belongs to Professor Tolkien or Peter Jackson. But, as usual, the story and all of the mistakes are my own!

Prove Me Wrong - Masterlist

Chapter Notes: Hot diggity dog, this is technically the end of the story y’all. What.... the actual.... fluff??? There’s still an epilogue coming but... I’m actually in shock that we’ve reached this point lol. Without further ado.... away we go!

Warnings for this Chapter: Angst and fluff... the usual 

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“Caithwistë.”

Caithwistë stood in a vast corridor. The walls were silver, with veins of pure gold running through them. She turned, in awe, looking at the beauty that surrounded her.

“Nathith.” A solemn voice called out.

Caithwistë froze. It had been over three-hundred years, but she recognized the voice as if she had heard it only yesterday.

She turned toward the voice, and he was there, smiling at her like he had when she was a child. “Dâd!” She cried out, running to him.

He opened his arms and laughed heartily when she collided with him. “Uzfakuh.” He cooed, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She began to cry then, fully releasing all of the emotions she had tried to hold back. Rofur just held her silently as her body shook with sobs.

“Unalê.”

When the tears finally ebbed, she pulled away from her father’s embrace and met his eyes. He looked younger than she had remembered but seemed to bear the weight of the ages in his eyes. His beard, as well as the braids in his hair had been returned. There was nothing left of the shame he had carried in life, and all that stood before her was a proud Dwarf-Lord.

Rofur smiled and tilted his head. With the motion, one of his braids fell forward revealing a simple silver bead.

“Naneth.” Caithwistë gasped. “Is she here too?”

“Please, Amrâlimê.”

He smiled sadly. “I’m afraid not, Lukhudel. Elves are not permitted in the halls of our fathers.”

Caithwistë glared at him. “Then why am I here?” She demanded. “I am an Elf!”

He smiled at her, the fire burning in her eyes reminding him of her mother. “You are also, a Dwarf. But you are not here to stay.” Caithwistë’s fire faded into confusion at that statement and Rofur chuckled. “Not yet at least.”

Caithwistë quirked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“You have been granted a second chance, as have I.” Rofur said, dreamily. “Your dedication to Thorin’s quest, and your determination to mend the bond between the children of Mahal and the children of Varda have already begun to change the world. It was no small deed.” He winked at her. “Because of your accomplishments, I have been granted my place in the halls, and you will be allowed to return to Middle Earth.”

“If you can hear me.”

Caithwistë’s eyes widened in shock, and tears of joy began to stream down her face. “Will I see you again?” She asked, suddenly afraid.

“Of course, you will. I’ll be here, waiting for your return.” Rofur said, wiping the tears from her cheek. He placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her gently. “Just promise that it will be a long wait for me.”

She laughed and hugged her father one last time as the vision began to fade. “Men lananubukhs me Dâd.”

“Men lananubukhs me Lukhudel.”

“Please come back to me.”

~

Caithwistë groaned as the darkness began to fade. The pain was not as great as it had been, but she was still aching, and her throat was sore. She kept her eyes closed, willing it to go away.

“I think she’s waking up!” A voice exclaimed to the side of her.

“Don’t shout Bofur. Allow her to wake when she is ready.” Mithrandir scolded quietly.

“Nori, go tell him.” Said a soft female voice that Caithwistë didn’t recognize. “He’ll want to know.”

“He’s meeting with the Bowman.” Nori complained. “He was clear that they were not to be disturbed.”

“Go, now.” The female ordered. “I know my brother. The interruption will be forgiven, but if he finds out that she woke up and none of us told him, we will all feel his wrath.”

Caithwistë listened as Nori’s footsteps scrambled away hastily. She turned her head slightly toward the sound and whimpered as pain shot through her whole body.

“Can you give her something for the pain?” The female asked.

“I’ve given her some already this morning.” Oín said glumly. “I’m afraid to overdo it, I don’t wish to hurt the child.”

Caithwistë’s lips quirked up, amused by the statement. She was older than all of them, save for Mithrandir, and they still referred to her as a child.

“Look! She smiled!” Bofur cried excitedly. “I really think she’s waking up now!”

“Bofur! Quiet.” Mithrandir scolded again.

Caithwistë mumbled something unintelligible, and the room fell silent.

“What was that, My Dear?” Mithrandir asked, his voice suddenly sounding closer.

She tried again, louder this time. “Be nice to Bofur. He doesn’t know how to be quiet.” She said in a strangled voice.

The palpable tension in the room vanished as the group surrounding her bed burst into laughter. Slowly, Caithwistë opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry at first, and all she could make out were four shapes leaning over her.

“Mithrandir?” She asked as her eyes began to focus.

He smiled warmly and patted her gently on the shoulder. “Yes, My Dear. It is so good to see you awake.”

She smiled back and glanced at the others. Oín was standing next to Mithrandir, watching her with concern. Bofur sat on the other side of the bed and gripped her hand. “You gave us quite a scare, Lass. We didn’t think you would wake up.” He said, glancing back to the fourth figure.

Caithwistë followed his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat. A female Dwarf stood at the foot of her bed, smiling. She stood proudly, with long raven-colored braids cascading over her shoulder. Her beard was trimmed short, as was customary with the female dwarves. Her eyes were the deepest blue, and as they met hers, Caithwistë immediately knew who she was. “You’re Thorin’s sister.” She croaked.

Dís’ smile broadened, and she bowed her head. “Caithwistë, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“You’ve been unconscious for a long time.” Mithrandir chimed in. “Dís arrived a week ago and has been assisting Oín in your recovery.”

“A week?” Caithwistë squeaked.

She saw Oín shoot a nervous glance toward Dís before answering. “Yes Child. It has been three weeks since the Battle of Five Armies, as they have taken to calling it.”

“Three weeks.” She repeated in shock. Suddenly, she remembered the fight against Azog and felt fear grip her heart. She sat up ignoring the pain in her body. “Thorin? Where is Thorin?” She demanded as Mithrandir and Bofur tried to restrain her.

“You need to stay calm Lass.” Oín said as she struggled. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Suddenly, the doors flew open and Thorin limped through. Nori, Balin and Dwalin trailed behind him.

“Thorin.” Caithwistë sighed in relief. It appeared that most of his injuries had healed, apart from his foot where Azog had stabbed him. He was dressed in a simple blue tunic and wore no crown. He was still her Thorin, the one she had fallen in love with, no longer plagued by the dragon-sickness.

He stopped at the foot of the bed next to his sister and gazed down at Caithwistë, breathing his own sigh of relief. Neither of them knew what to say, there was simply too much, so they just studied each other in silence. The intensity of his expression made her heart beat faster, and she suddenly wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.

“Will you give us a moment please?” Thorin asked in a strangled voice, as if he had known her wish.

The others bowed their heads respectfully, including Mithrandir, and they all left the room closing the doors behind them.

Thorin made his way to the side of the bed and sat down, careful not to move her. He gently took her hand and lifted it, pressing a feather-light kiss to her knuckles. He looked up at her then, and she could see all the emotions she was feeling reflected in his eyes. He reached to her, cupping her check gently, and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to her lips. Leaning his forehead against hers, he spoke softly. “Please forgive me, Unalê.”

Caithwistë leaned back and regarded him with confusion. “What could I possibly need to forgive you for, My King?”

Thorin’s breath hitched at the title. He visibly shook himself before explaining in a pained voice. “I sent you away. You did everything to protect my Company… to protect my family and the one time you needed my understanding the most, I couldn’t give it to you.” He dropped his gaze then, tears beginning to form in his eyes. “I failed you.”

Caithwistë’s heart constricted as she watched him. She placed her hand gently under his chin and tilted his face up so he would meet her eyes again. “No Thorin. I was the one who failed.” Thorin opened his mouth to protest but she held a finger to his lips to silence him. When she was sure he would let her finish, she dropped her hand to his and interlaced their fingers. “I lied to you, from the beginning. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t trust you enough to give you the truth.” Thorin nodded sadly and she continued. “When you sent me away though, it wasn’t because of what I was… but for what I had done. I was too blind to see it then, but that was the day you proved me wrong about the world and that’s what brought me back. It was you that I was fighting for, it was always you.”

Thorin let out a choked sob at her words and leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Unalê.” He murmured against her skin.

“I love you too, Thorin.” She whispered back.

He leaned away, sighing, and looked as if her were suddenly afraid. Caithwistë watched him with concern as he seemed to be fighting an internal battle. She squeezed his hand after a few moments of silence. “Thorin?”

At the sound of his name, he took a deep breath appearing to come to a decision. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this Unalê.” He began slowly. “But there are so many things that have tried to drive us apart, including myself.” He admitted, glaring down at their entwined hands. “You were dead. You died in my arms on the ice. There was so much I wanted to say, and I thought…” He choked as tears began to stream down his face.

Caithwistë’s breath hitched as he wiped his eyes, struggling to find the words he was searching for. She wanted to say something to comfort him. She wanted to assure him that they would never be apart if she could help it, but she couldn’t find the words. Instead, she squeezed his hand reassuringly and waited for him to finish.

He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I thought I would never get the chance to say this. I know that I don’t deserve your affection, but somehow I seem to have gained it despite myself.” He smiled sadly, then finally looked at her again. Caithwistë’s eyes were full of tears as he continued. “If you will have me, I would spend the rest of my life working to ensure that no one ever makes you feel unworthy again.” Thorin jumped off the bed suddenly and dropped to his knees beside it. He gazed up at her with determination, then asked. “Caithwistë, daughter of Rofur, son of Lofur, I love you more than I ever thought I could love. You are my One. Will you please grant me the honor of being my wife? My Queen.” He finished, voice cracking.

Caithwistë’s mouth dropped open in shock. She had allowed herself once to dream of spending the rest of her life at Thorin’s side but had never thought it would be possible. He was a King of Dwarves, and she was the half-breed daughter of an Elf and a Dwarf.

Thorin grew nervous as she silently gaped at him. He shook his head again, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Of course, you don’t ha…”

“Yes.” She said, cutting him off.

“I… what?” He asked, startled.

“Yes.” She repeated, unable to contain her smile.

“Yes.” Thorin repeated slowly, dumbfounded.

Caithwistë giggled at his expression, then nodded.

Thorin broke into a wide grin, then stood and kissed her passionately. Caithwistë flinched as pain coursed through her from the movement, and he quickly released her. “I’m sorry Amrâlimê.” He apologized as Caithwistë groaned. “You have just made me so happy; I forgot your injuries like a fool. Please forgive me.” He said, bowing his head.

She placed her hand under his chin and tilted his head up to meet her eyes again. “There is nothing to forgive, My King.”

He smiled again and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a beautiful silver bead that bore the symbol of Durin. “May I?” He asked, his eyes flicking to her hair.

She felt her heart flutter, and she nodded. He sat back on the bed next to her, and gently began to work on the braid. She closed her eyes, savoring the delightful feeling of Thorin running his fingers through her hair. When he was finished, he clasped the bead around the braid and sat back admiring her. “You’re so beautiful.” He mused.

She opened her eyes and smiled at the Dwarf who she had just pledged her life to, again.

Thorin glanced toward the door suddenly and sighed. He pressed a chaste kiss to Caithwistë’s lips and stood. “Excuse me for a moment.” He said and walked toward the door.

She watched him curiously as he crossed the room silently and stopped with his hand on the handle. Thorin glanced back at her and winked, before abruptly swinging the door open. Just as it opened, twelve dwarves, a dwarrow-dam, a hobbit and even a wizard all fell through the opening.

Caithwistë giggled as they glanced up at Thorin sheepishly.

“Found it!” Bilbo called out suddenly, holding something up. “I found the handkerchief I dropped!”

“There you have it.” Mithrandir said as they all found their way to their feet. “Excellent Bilbo, I was worried that you may have lost it forever!”

Thorin rolled his eyes and walked back to Caithwistë. He sat on the bed next to her, wrapping his arm around her and gently pulled her to rest against his side.

Kili was the first to break the silence. “Did she say yes Uncle?”

Caithwistë giggled as Thorin let out a bemused sigh and pulled her new braid forward for them to see. “Yes sister-son, she said yes.”

The group cheered loudly, and they all piled in the room offering their congratulations.

Caithwistë smiled and relaxed in Thorin’s arms, content with the loud noise of the Company conversing jovially in the room. It felt just like old times, and she could no longer imagine her life being any different.

Thorin squeezed her hand and placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “Welcome home.” He whispered in her ear.

In that moment, she realized she had found what she had truly wanted for her entire life. A family.

Translations: Nathith – Daughter (khuzdul); Uzfakuh – My Greatest Joy (khuzdul); Lukhudel – (Light of all Lights); Men lananubukhs me – I love you (khuzdul); Unalê – My Tracker; Amrâlimê – My  Love (khuzdul); Naneth – Mother (sindarin)

Authors Note: Gotcha 😊 I bet y’all didn’t expect we were actually going with the SUPER, MEGA, ULTRA HAPPY ending!! I’ll admit, this isn’t where I thought this would go when I initially wrote the last chapter lol. Y’all handled the last 2 chapters exceedingly well and I’m super happy no one showed up at my door to assassinate me. YAY! Your reward shall be: an epilogue full of nothing but sickeningly fluffy goodness a week from today!

Also, I hinted at it in the comments of an earlier chapter but Caithwistë’s story has a theme song. It is called Something Wild by Lindsey Sterling and it fits her story (specifically with Thorin) so perfectly imo!

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The Hunt: Chapter 47

As the elves surrounded the company Thorin quickly grabbed Y/n and hid her from the elves as the others stood around her. Y/n stayed close as she could hear Thorin and the others being checked by the elves. She felt Thorin’s hand holding hers as the leader of the group took Orcrist away from him. While the remaining elves started to search the others. Fili, of course, was having multiple knives taken from him and even in hidden spots in his clothes. Y/n oversaw the elves speak and could only understand that spiders would come. Y/n quickly placed her hood over her hair and stayed close to Thorin. She could see Dwalin and Balin keeping close. The one they called Legolas examined the blade, he spoke coldly to Thorin.

“Where did you get this.”

“It was given to me.”

Thorin spoke a half-truth as he felt the cold eyes of the elf grow with anger and annoyance.

“Not just a thief but a liar as well.” The elf spoke as he raised the blade to Thorin’s neck and then yelled out to the others. Y/n could see the other elves making the company follow them. Bofur whispered over to Thorin.

“Thorin where is Bilbo?”

Y/n and Thorin instantly looked around only to be pushed further along with the others. 

-

Eventually, they found themselves at the gate of the Woodland Realm. Y/n stayed close to Thorin and the company was lead inside as the gates were closed behind them. As the company was brought to the prisons, the elves started to place everyone in their cells. Legolas turned to Thorin and Y/n and saw Y/n hood and took it down. The sight before him and the other elves caused him to pause for a moment. The elves started to whisper as if they could see something the others could not. 

“Bring them both to the King.”

Thorin was about to speak out until he felt her hand holding his.

“Don’t.”

Thorin stopped himself as the elves took both of them away from the rest of the company. The sounds of the others struggling and trying to escape ringed throughout the halls. 

As they both were brought to the throne room, Y/n overlooked the throne to see a quite fair elf man stan up from a very beautiful and intricate throne. But her uneasiness was clearly still lingering as she watched the elven king, Thranduil walk down his throne to both of them. For a moment she could have sworn that the elven king’s eyes were fixed on her. 

“Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand,” Thranduil said as he walked behind the both of them staring off into the distance in his own thoughts.

“A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon.” Y/n could hear the elven king circling both of them. Thorin kept his attention on Y/n as he held her hand. He didn’t care about if anyone saw, for once he was afraid what would happen if the king knew she was an omega.

“I myself suspect a more prosaic motive, attempted burglary.”

Thorin’s eyes glanced over to Thranduil as he walked past Y/n, brushing against her arm. 

“Or something of that ilk.” 

The elven king bent down to bring his gaze to both of them and smirked as he spoke.

“You found a way in.”

Thorin said nothing as he stared down the elf king with eyes filled with anger and hatred. Thranduil composed himself and stepped away.

“You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule, The King’s Jewel, The Arkenstone”

Thorin looked away from Thranduil as the memories of the past were brought to light.

“It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that.”

As Thranduil spoke his glanced toward Y/n. She knew that the treasures were not all that he meant. She watched as the elven king brought his attention back to Thorin.

“There are gems in the mountain that I, too, desire. White gems of pure starlight.”

Thorin looked up to see the king's gaze, not toward him but lost in memory. For the first time Thorin knew that look.  The look of an Alpha who had lost an Omega. Thranduil bowed his head as the pain of the memories brought him back.

“I offer you my help.”

Thorin chuckled. His anger towards the king was far too much to make him feel pity for the elven king, especially now.

“I am listening.”

“I will let you go...If you but return what is mine.”

“A favor for a favor?”

Thorin began to walk away from both Thranduil and Y/n. Y/n knew his anger was overtaking him. Her hand lingered for his as she felt the intensity of the situation arise.

“You have my word, One king to another.”

Y/n could overhear Thorin sigh as he spoke to himself.

“I would not trust Thranduil...the Great King...To Honor his word...Should the end of all days be upon us!”

Thorin turned around pointing at the elven king in anger as he yelled out 

“YOU! WHO LACK ALL HONOR! I HAVE SEEN HOW YOU TREAT YOUR FRIENDS.”

Thorin said as he beat his chest walking closer to the elven king, his voice growing deeper and louder with every word.

“WE CAME TO YOU ONCE, STARVING, HOMELESS, SEEKING YOUR HELP BUT YOU TURNED YOUR BACK!”

Y/n felt her body shudder at the yelling from him as she brought her hand close together she watched as Thranduil was shocked by such an outburst.

“YOU TURNED AWAY FROM THE SUFFERING OF MY PEOPLE...AND THE INFERNO THAT DESTROYED US.”

Y/n held herself hearing his voice almost crack as the memories of all those who perished that day made it almost too painful to bare. She heard Thorin yell out in elvish, cursing the elven king into the dragon’s fire. The memories of that day were not a kind one to remember. She felt the air turn cold as she watched Thranduil bring his face right to Thorin’s, now filled with anger and pain.

“Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know it’s wrath and ruin.”

Y/n watched as Thranduil’s face began to change showing deep scars and muscle showing as one of his eyes clouded over as the King spoke. His pain and fear showing itself, unwillingly.

“I have faced the Great Serpents of the North!”

He stepped back once more. Y/n clung to Thorin who was slightly shocked at the sight as it faded away.

“I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon but he would not listen.”

Thranduil turned away from both of them and started to walk up to his throne.

“You are just like him.”

Thranduil brought up a hand and waved it away as the guards took Thorin by the arms.

“Stay here if you wish. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I’m patient. I can wait.”

Two of them grabbed Y/n away from him causing him to growl ever so slightly. Y/n managed to free herself from the guards by elbowing one in the stomach and ran to Thorin. The guards were about to stop her but Thranduil stopped them with another hand motion. Thorin felt her hand on his chest. He looked up to see the King speak.

“No harm will come to her.”

Thorin tried to struggle against the guards, why should he believe him now. He tried with all his strength until he felt her hand on his cheek.

“It will be alright.”

Y/n gave a light kiss to his lips as she whispered to him.

“I promise.”

Thorin felt the guards tug him away as he watched the other guards carefully bringing her back to the King’s attention. As the struggling king soon faded from her sight she turned around to see the elven king in front of her. He circled her and noticed her hand in front of her stomach in a protective manner.

“I see. It is quite uncommon amongst your people for such an Omega to be born. You must know that elves have it happen a bit more commonly.”

As he spoke he could see her body shaking, whether she was cold or scared. it did not matter. He knelt down to her eye level.

“Have you told him?”

She looked up ever so slightly to see his hand pointing to her stomach. She shook her head as she watched as Thranduil brought a hand out to her.

“You have no need to fear me. I know it’s frightening to see two alphas fight but between him and me it is nothing but a regular fight.”

She saw his hand in a shaking position. She carefully reached for it but hesitated.

“I only wish to check on the child.”

She looked shocked as he knelt down lower so her eye level was actually above his. She looked back at the hand and noticed he wasn’t asking for her hand but her wrist. She carefully held it out as she felt two of his fingers feel her pulse and the childs as well. He chuckled as he was lost in memory. Y/n looked a bit confused as she watched the king smile ever so slightly. 

“This was exactly how I found out my wife was with child. She was like you...but she is not with us anymore.”

Y/n said nothing as the king stood up and brought his hands around his back and turned his head to one of the guards who left and then brought his attention back to you.

“I will honor your discretion about the child, but I must warn you. He has too much anger in him, with where your quest is headed. You must be careful.”

Y/n merely nodded as she watched the guard that left came back with a thicker cloak and a waterskin. She looked up to the king who had returned to his throne. 

“However I will not allow you to suffer in such a condition. My guards will bring you food and drink when the others are asleep. You do not tell the others...Understood.”

Y/n nodded as the two guards stood by her side and even helped her walk through the tangled wooden paths. As they reached the prison, one of the guards opened the cell and offered Y/n to walk in. As she did she noticed Thorin the corner sitting down on the stone bench. Immediately he stood up and enveloped her in his arms. The sense of security being in his arms made her smile as the guards closed the cell door.

For now, they could only wait.

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Confessions in the Night.

Thorin× reader

Based on imagine you confessed your love for Thorin in khuzdul while sick on meds.

Wooowee this was a tough to write i had to do serious research on khuzdul and put it together and I'm hoping i got the information right this is from my images confessing your love to Thorin in khuzdul while sick it may suck but I tried lol i hope y'all like it enjoy :) sorry about anything misspelled exc i do this on my phone so i might miss a few things not the best writer but i try 😆

"You alright y/n ? Your looking a little pale ?" "I'm alright bofur just a bit tired"bofur gave you look that told you he didn't by it but didn't push the subject.

To say that the last few days were trying were an understatement. You and the company have been trecking on non stop little to no rest ever since your run in with the goblins and azog.

There been little time to stop thorin being very keen to get as far ahead as possible. You can't say you blamed him.

But yet your body said other wise you took a big risk back in goblin town the wound in your side was getting worse. you clean it the best you could keeping it to yourself not wanting the company to worry. and thinking it was nothing and be right as rain soon. But thewound was beginning to fester infection setting in.

"I think this far enough for now will stop here for the night" everyone set camp after thorin made the call.

Relief washed over you as you set up your things for the night after you and everyone was settled you drop to your bed roll sleep taking you.

Within the hour you awoke To cold sweats and dry heaves . every move made your body ache. It was getting worse you started to shiver involuntary your stomach in nots your breathe coming out in short pants.

Your discomfort didn't go unnoticed bofur was on watch that night "lass ?"?as he approach you putting the back of his hand against your forehead he can see your not well "lass your burning up I'm gonna get oin hold on"

Within minutes oin was at your side accessing the issue with all the commotion the company awoke one by one. The company gathered around you with concern faces you flat on the ground delierious and unaware as your body shake more and more your complexion pale seeing this thorin started to pace at the sight of your condition "give the lass some air " as oin continued assessing he brushed his hand over your wound and noticed your discomfort he lift up your shirt

Everyone gasped. Seeing the long red gash cross your side " Well This makes since ,This not good it's infected she needs medicine, hand me my bag quickly" this may sting a bit but it will help " caking the wound with herbs and turning back to mixing a liquid concoction.

"Here you go lass drink this it will help with pain and clear out that infection."

As soon as you selted and more comfortable oin looked to thorin "She will be ok, she needs to rest she'll be out of it but need keep a close eye on her that's a nasty blood infection but i think we caught it in time." Thorin nodded feeling a since of relief then decided to take the next watch placing himself not far from you his eyes wondering to your sleeping form ever so often.

Whether he cared to admit it or not there was something about you that pulled him in even though he was not too Keen of you joining the company he had to admit as time went on there was something about you that he felt the need to protect.. to shelter ...

A small spark within him started grow a feeling he was not familiar with. As he watch you in the night processing theses unfamiliar waters hoping an answer .

The night was quite only the sounds of the dying fire and snoring dwarves ...until a voice ,your voice broke the silence it was a weak sound, the words unclear thoirn perk his ears turning towards you.

Curiously he approach you crouching beside you then placing himself on the ground lifing your head in his lap as incoherent words pass your lips.

Thorin leaned closer as he could of sworn he heard his name then as clear as day she said the most sweet surprising of words ...

"Thorin menu tessu( you are everything to me) men duzkak yothur dun rar vaynn (I desire you more then an endless vien of mithril) men kardunuh bi azamar( my heart is forever yours) amramile ( my love) men zirup menu (you complete me)

Men gonnaz khuzi ( my powerful warrior) men lananubukhs menu ( I love you ) Thorin hikhthuzl(always).

Thorin couldnt believe his ears how did you know his language his heart swelled as you spoke his native tongue so fluently

Your voice weak but smoothie as honey the words of Endearment hit home your dream state confession giving him the answer he seek.

He found you his one his aramlime and he made his promise that he would protect and cherish you a so much more til the ends of his days.

The night turn to dawn thorin never leaving your side your eyes began to flutter you Felt warmth and something soft beneath you

You open your eyes to beautiful blue sapphires one staring right back at you eyes you dreamed of waking up to everyday for the rest of your life "am i dreaming" you thought

"Hi" you not knowing what to say as your cheeks started to burn bright pink as he continues to stare at you brushing his fingers threw your hair is this really happening? You thought

"Good morning gheveshel how are you feeling ?" That word why dose that sound familiar.

"Much better actually thank you" thorin lift you to your feet holding that intense gaze leaving you breathless

"You gave us a quite scare amramile. That word again why so familiar like a feeling of home shaking it off once again "I'm sorry thorin I- "just promise me you come to me no matter what it is."

"I promise" are you ok thorin somethings different thorin took in a deep breath it was now or never

I have a confession ive had one mission in my life my responsibility as King to my kin to. Take back this mountain no matter the cost but along the way I found something precious if not more

You are my one Y/n it was unclear at first what I was feeling but know i know your confessions last night made it quite clear "My Confession?" You said ,he chuckled as he push a lock of hair behind your ear.

"Yes" it was in your incoherent state the medicine oin gave

"you confessed your love to me in my native tounge how did you know was beyond my comprehension but no matter"

"Men lananubukhs menu y/n" your eyes began to water "It was real?" "I thought it was a dream" "a dream no it was real gheveshel and if you'll have me when this is over and erobor is claimed

I will protect you love you and give you all desire and more.. My one , My queen

"You already have"with that said you pressed your eager lips to his molding yourself to him your hands tugging those beautiful braided locks.

Pulling away slightly you whispered against his lips men lananubukhs menu ( I love you) galthun (my delicious one ) Badgun(my dream man )

Oh mahal yes you were made for him..

With a mischievous look in eyes

And a panty dropping growl he took your mouth once again searing your lips your tongues battled for dominance.

Ending the kiss to catch your breathe he pressed his forehead to yours sending a silent prayer to mahal in thanks for sending him His One.

#thorin oakenshield #thorin fanfiction #thorin x reader #thorin imagine #the hobbit

[literallyprentissstwin]

Week 11: Tuesday, July 24th to Sunday, July 29th 2018 

bonjour & welcome to this week´s reading list (which is finally up IN TIME). i only have one more week of summer break left and i´m crying bc i don´t want it to be over and i don´t wanna be in my final year of my apprenticeship aaah. 

anyway, as always, i combined a list of my favorite fics i read over the week :) i really hope you´ll enjoy them as much as i did. don´t forget to leave some love and feedback to the authors :) 

enjoy! 

aileen xx

1. Redamancy Pt. 13, Pt. 14 , Pt. 15 by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

i´m in love with this multiparter, i really really am. the storylineis pretty interesting and there is so much diversity in the plot. i love to see how the relationship between Ella & Luke is building up and developing. it´s so good. could you please tag me in this story as well as in your other works? you´re a really talented writer & i basically live for all your writings :) that would be pretty cool! 

2. Undercover I Aaron Hotchner by @bettysblossoms 

awww this was so good and cute and basically made me smile a lot. i really really loved reading is. prentiss is savage, i live for her. very good, great work! 

3. To Family by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek  

YES TO DAD!REID! i´m living for these kind of stories ( @cm writers: watch & learn!). omg this was so perfect. like the building up of this storyline...really good! the ending was heartwarming! i´m in love :) 

4. Tequila by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo 

this was freaking hilarious. like i died bc of too much laughing. like seriously, it´s so good and funny and  i loved will & aaron in it :D i´m just, really happy this story exists! :) 

5. Article of Faith - Chapter 23 , Chapter 24 - The Writer´s Ending by @dontshootmespence 

ooooo god, i´m scared. i really love how the team is still having reid´s back eventhough they are getting suspious and maybe part of them believes matt, but they would still support him no matter what and that´s just so beautiful to see god. it hurts my heart to see emily like this at the end of chapter 23. :((( i´m just so curious to find out where this story is going :) i love it a lot! edit: can we talk about your ending here? it killed me :))))) my heart is aching but it´s sooo good! i´m kind of sad this story is coming to an end :(((

6. Dad´s Spaghetti by @dontshootmespence

rossi is literally the coolest Dad on earth. like he´s so chill, but also so caring & protective. any child could be happy to have him as their dad. (i want him as my dad). i loved this story a lot <3 

7. Means So Little by @dontshootmespence 

THIS was a 100% relatable istg. like i was exactly in that position after i cut my extremley long hair off. i hate it that people make such a big deal of it ugh. i loved reid´s reaction to it, bc he´s right. it´s just hair, it means so little. great story! 

8. We Love, We Fight by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek 

omg this was so good. i was at the edge of my seat. i loved the team in it. very well written. the ending was everything :))) great work! 

9. capable. by @uncomfie 

woooooooah wait...what were you trying to do with this story? trying to kill me???? holy shit, this was not what i expected when i read “death” in the warnings. uuuuugh. my heart hurts so bad but it´s soooo good! well done dude <3 

10. Take His Power Away by @dontshootmespence 

ok wow, this was so good. i love matt with all my heart and it pains me to see him hurting bc he loves his family so much & would literally do anything to protect them. this was so good! i def need more family moments of him in S14 (which we will get according to daniel yey <3). this piece was so rare and beautiful :) 

11. Yeah by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek 

so so GOOD. all the emotions were covered so well. i loved reading it a lot <3 it was perfect, well done :) 

12. This is Home by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo 

ooooooo god. my heart. i miss aaron hotchner a whole lot uuugh. i loved this piece and i loved their relationship :) 

13. Of All Places // Spencer Reid by @itsmeedee 

idk why but at first i was a little confused when i started reading it but then i eventually got it and it was fun to read. especially luke at the end :D great job! it´s a shortie but a goodie! :) 

14. Work It Out (Spencer) by @the-girl-under-bofurs-hat 

okay first things first: @ Anon: please don´t send the same request to different writers. this is annoying af. like it happened to me too and it´s really annoying. so plesae, stop it! thanks. 

okay back to the fic: WOW i loved it. spencer was so different in this fic at first, i was like ”damn get your shit together”. but then derek came and blow his mind (holy crap i was scared of morgan in that moment.) and we got a happy end yey. i loved JJ and Morgan in it. they were the best <3 great work! i really enjoyed reading it :) 

15. sophia. by @uncomfie 

ok this was a fic i requested and omg let me tell you you did justice to my request like omg it turned out so so so good, you master of derek morgan fics. i loved how derek & y/n protected sophia and as much as i wanted them to adopt her, i prefer the way they chose! i loved loved loved reading it! well done dude :)

16. Black Light by @illegalcerebral  

this story here is an entry to my challenge, thank you sarah for participating <3  okay, can we talk about garcia in this fic? like this is a whole new side to this woman, but it´s something i could really imagine her doing when it comes to her family. like i think the cm writers don´t give her enough credit and only show one side. but we need to believe that this side (you wrote in the story) is also there and tbh i liked it, eventhough it didn´t have quite the happy ending and she left :( but dear god, the angst was real and i loved reading it a lot! recommend 10/10! well done :) 

this was this week´s reading list. a shorter one bc i didn´t read as much as i usual do! next week´s list will be the last in my summer break. i´m not sure how busy i´ll be once my final school years starts but i´m trying to keep the lists! :) 

i hope you enjoyed reading it! leave some love to the writers & see you all next week! 

#aileen´s reading list #week 11 #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #imagine #spread love and positivity #fandom

[idjitlili]

Thorin x Modern!reader

Summary: imagine being annoying and singing the bilbo baggins ballad to wind up Thorin.

Word count:2125

You had been travelling with company for many months now, since you dropped from the sky onto a troll. It hurt like a smashing your back into the taps of a fancy bath. Then you were almost eaten by that troll, until Gandalf had saved you and the small dudes by smashing a rock in half.

Gandalf had allowed you to join the Journey despite Thorins total dislike of the idea.This face scrunched up in anger as he began to talk “I will not be responsible for her safety nor Bilbos.” You giggles at Bilbos name you knew exactly where you were and what you were going to do on the journey. Thorin turned to you and glared, you just stuck your hands up on surrender.

“Very well ,Thorin but you will not cause harm to my burglar or this women.” Gandalf spoke to the dwarves king.

Over the course of these months Thorin ignores you as much as he could even after bilbo saved him, he still avoided you at all costs. You thought he thought you were annoying. Kili and fili would annoy their uncle to get attention from him so that was exactly what you were going to do.

Now you all were escaping Thranduils kingdom in barrels down a river,thanks to Bilbo. The water soaked your shirt with y/m/r(movie reference) upon it, and denim shorts. Since the elves had stripped you from everything else, despite the dwarves anger. Not going to lie this barrel ride thing was very fun. From what you gathered so far Thorin wasn’t the type of person for jolly songs, and you knew of a song that was just that. You had previously had your arms in the arm , like on a rollercoaster, so you began shouting lyrics while doing so.

“In the Middle of the Earth, in the land of Shire

Lives a brave little hobbit whom we all admire

With his long, wooden pipe

Fuzzy, wooly toes

He lives in a hobbit-hole and everybody knows him”

Bilbo looks at you confused, aswell as legolas , he wonders what the fuck she doing she’s gonna get stabbed. Kili has already been shot and you all had already passed through the gate. You were trying to annoy Thorin yes but to lighten the mood distract kili from his pain.

“Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

He's only three feet tall

Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

The bravest little hobbit of 'em all!”

You aren’t really singing you just shouting the lyrics, Thorin keeps glancing at you with glares you smirk at him, you are sure that kili is going to join in singing soon enough.

“Now, hobbits are peace-loving folks, you know

They're never in a hurry and they take things slow

They don't like to travel away from home

They just like to eat and be left alone!”

“But one day Bilbo was asked to go

On a big adventure to the caves below

To help some dwarves get back their gold

That was stolen by a dragon in the days of old.”

You duck in the barrel as arrow flew passed you.

“Well he fought with the goblins!

He battled a troll!

He riddled with Gollum!

A magic THING He stole!

He was chased by wolves!

Lost in the forest!

Escaped in a barrel from the elf-king's halls!” You purposely changed ring to thing , so no one knew his secret you just smiled at Bilbo who had his mouth wide open, knowing you knew he had found a ring.

“Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

The bravest little hobbit of 'em all!” Kili and fili joined in at the second Bilbo, Bofur laughed the three of you, Bilbo smiled.

“Now he's back in his hole in the land of Shire

That brave little hobbit whom we all admire

Just a-sittin' on a treasure of silver and gold

A-puffin' on his pipe in his hobbit-hole!”

By the time you had finished you all had outrun or out swam , you all got the barrels drenched in water, clothes sagging from it.

“Y/n , is that a song from where you are from?” Bilbo had questioned you looking up at you , standing on the bank of the shore , you nodded at the hobbit. Before anyone could say anything else , Thorin marched over to you , grabbing you by the shoulder to turn you to him.

“What WERE you doing?” He screamed at you with anger. Damn this felt like the perfect line , he just spoon fed you more motive.

“ what arrr you doing?!” You frowned at Thorin , who clenched his fists harder.

“No,I SAID what were you doing?”

“What’re you doing?” You smirked , as Thorin scoffed at you about to shout at you, but then Bilbo clenched on your hand pulling you away. You looked back at Thorin who was still scowling at you, you gave him that smiling face Nicolas cage does.

That didn’t continue much longer , as Bard arrived, “damn bro he looks better in person.” You whispered Bilbo who just just nudged you’re leg to be quiet.

“When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs

Every morning to help me get large

And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs

So I'm roughly the size of a barge.” You spoke quietly down into the water recalling beauty and the beast. You had a huge crush on Gaston, but stupid Thorin bad made you achieve a bigger on on him.

“I’m so sorry miss y/n, but bomburs the only one the same size as a barge.” Bofur smirked to you , you giggled “it’s just a song from my home, sir.” You looked towards the dwarf with the hat.

“You will have to sing it for us miss y/n, your Songs are most enjoyable.” He smiled at you placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t sing, hence why shouted the last song.” This made bofur laugh, but didn’t say anything , but bard told the dwarves to get in the barrels to hide. “Mister Bard , I have too long of a torso to hide in them.” Bard looked at your appearance , frowning you looked very different to anyone you had met. He wraps his coat around your shoulders.

“We shall act if we are courting as you need to wear my coat to hide your strange clothing.” He smiles lightly at you.

“Yes sir.” You did an army salute, he chucked at your weird gesture. Thorin didn’t like this idea or the way you looked at Bard.

Bard had been stopped from going into lake town from that greasy skank Alfred, eventually Bard had convinced him but that wasn’t going to stop him eyeing you up.

You glared at him , grabbing onto Bards arm, who realised what was happening wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his side. Alfrid was soon to look away embarrassed, he was clearly afraid of bard. Soon you passed and was able to let go of bard and soon the dwarves were out of the barrels. While bard and you headed to his house with his son , Bain. “Thank you bard for helping us.” You had told bard he sent you a smile.

You entered the house house to be greeted by his two daughters ,sigrid and Tilda. Their mouths gap in shock, at you wearing their fathers coat. You pull it off , putting on the peg. “Isn’t see a little young father?” Sigrid has questioned her father, you were only two years older than her.

“Uh.. I am not courting your father.” You replied with a blush on your cheeks from embarrassment. “Why are there dwarves coming out of our toilet da?” Sigrid had questioned, after the embarrassing in counter. “Will they bring us luck?” Tilda spoke up in excitement. Bilbo walked into the room wet and cold, as bards daughters gave you and the other blankets. You wrapped it around your cold form, “how was your trip Bilbo?” You smirked.

He sent you a glare “oh lovely , you know I had a nice swim.” You giggled.Thorin glared at you , from the fire place.

***

Yo u had told Thorin it was a trap , saving fili and kilis life, now Thorin fought Azog on the ice. Once Azog was distracted Thorin has threw that brick like weapon to Azog causing him to caught it. Thorin stood off the ice , making Azog fall but before he fell in the water you had popped out plunging the sword into Azog a back into his heart.

Your sword had became stuck, you pull at it with all your might, but you can’t get it free. Before you know it you are in the freezing water, trying keep ahold on the ice.

“Y/n?!” Thorin screamed running , towards you, but you cannot hold on to the cold ice any longer. “T-tho” before you can finish his name you lose grasp on the ice, plunging into the icy water. Your whole body is covered as your fingers lose sight of dryness , before the water takes over.

For moments that felt like hours you were surrounded, in death, before someone had grabbed onto your hand pulling you out of the water with ease. Yet you still only saw darkness until the you began coughing up water to breath. You lay on the cold ice spitting up the water on your side. “Y/n?” Someone’s voices echoed, through your blocked ears. You couldn’t see clear everything was blurry, you couldn’t make out details.

Large hands pull you into their bodies , wrapping fur around you soaking body. Bloody hell you were still wearing shorts and a t-shirt. “Yes?” You had whispered before closing your eyes, the person had stood up carrying you bridal style , becoming sonic running.

The next time you woke up you were in a bed , covered with furs and a very warm body laying at your side. The body is strong and muscular his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. The furs tickle your bare arms. You eyes shot open like a fridge by a hungry obese man. (That guy egg dude from sonic) You look to your side to see Thorin in deep slumber , his face surprisingly peaceful, as great contrast to his brooding face. “DAMN BRO did I finally get laid?” You shout loudly causing Thorin to jolt.

He sits up in the bed, you were in the covers yet he lay onto of them, without his shoes just a tunic and pants. “Y/n,you are awake.” He spoke groggly,removing his arm from you quickly when noticing it’s position. “I’m so sorry y/n” damn he never apologised except to Bilbo. “It’s okay I didn’t mind.” You smiled slyly at him.

“Thank you.” He had spoke sincerely, you sat up in the bed, joints cracking, looking around the room, this wasn’t your room Thorin had given you... it was his room.

“For what?” You questioned , you did nothing but almost dying. “For saving my family y/n . For that I also must apologise for treating you so poorly. I hope you can forgive me.” Thorin was also sitting up next to you clutching your now warm hand holding it gently.

“It’s all good Thorin. Not going to lie to you, I did annoy you to get a reaction out of you.” You smirk at the dwarves king. He chuckled at him “yes I was fully aware, kili and fili do the same thing.”

“That’s where I got the idea.” You giggledz

“Of course you did.” You sigh , In satisfaction you had never had a proper conversation with Thorin.

“God dude you didn’t even speak to me , and when you did you were angry. Yet still a dwarf , you captured my heart.” You spoke lowly , not really thinking about your words.

“I did?” You gasp , Thorin looks at you in shock, you eyes burn in embarrassment, you nod slowly and nervously. Before you know it , Thorin had grasped your cheeks pressing his lips to yours briefly before pulling away.

“As you have captured mine. God I saw those looks you gave that barge man.” He strokes his thumb on your cheek softly.

“What can I say he is a very handsome man.” You giggle at your own words.

Before you know it the door is open and Bilbo is skipping in “Oh my you have changed Thorin.” You both snap you’re heads to Bilbo.

“You did nawtttt God damnit Dildo Gaggins,”

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #thorin fic #thorin imagine #thorin x you #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #thorin the dwarf

[amarabliss]

More Than A Pretty Face - 8 (Thorin Oakenshield/Reader)

IMAGINE MEETING WITH THORIN OAKENSHIELD BEFORE GANDALF AND SHARING A VISION WITH HIM OF WHAT COULD COME TO PASS…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Thorin cringed leaning into the mountain wall. He had lost sight of you in the dark and rain. You had told him that you would scout ahead to look for shelter, he suspected that you were finding a place away to grumble about how their decision to climb the mountain was still bad. That was a while ago, and he did not like not having you in arms reach. His worry was so intense he was sure his heart would burst forth from his chest.

Relief spread through his shoulders when lightning struck showing you carefully waiting for him ahead. You turned to him pulling your hood close to your face, “There is a cave a head...I'm not sure I trust it though.”

Before he could answer they heard a cry from behind. You both watched as part of the path started to crumble away. Thorin looked to you, “We must find shelter.”

“Look out!” You both looked up as a boulder smashed above them. Thorin instinctively grabbed you pushing you against the wall of the path. He grunted as debris from the mountain grazed his shoulders shielding you from being hit.

He did not have time to reassure the concerned look on your face as the ground beneath them began to shift. You fell against him as Balin began to yell, “This is no thunderstorm…this is a thunder battle!”

Thorin helped steady you watching your mouth drop open staring behind him. He turned seeing a massive stone form stalk toward them as another massive stone fist from above them launched another assault, “Get back! Everyone!”

“By my beard…the stories we’re true. Giants!” Bofur stared up at them amazed, “Stone Giants!”

“Kili!” Both of your attentions flew to the boys in the back as Fili called out to his brother, “Take my hand! Kili!”

Horror struck the king’s face as the mountain path separated leaving half his company on the mountain path the other half on the body of the giant, “No…Kili!”

He felt your hands grab on to the back of his coat tightly has he turned sharply to follow the trajectory of the creature, “Thorin!”

He struggled trying to find a way to get to his nephew. Your arms wrapped around him tightly as your face came close to his ear, “You are half blind! You will fall if you do not calm down!”

The rest of the company behind him let out concerned cries as the earth beneath them began to shift under them. Thorin swallowed down the whirlwind of emotions inside himself as he grabbed your arm pushing you in front of him, “Run!”

He and the others ran forward narrowly escaping the other leg of the giant moving away from the mountain side. Everyone watched helplessly as the other leg began to hurtle toward the mountain side.

He felt his stomach drop as they slammed into the rocks, “No…No!”

You moved before him as he began shouting the wrong nephews name. He came around the corner relief filling him quickly when he saw you helping Fili out of the dog pile of bodies. Leaning forward he took several deep breaths trying to calm his nerves before he heard you speak, “Where is Bilbo?”

Everyone began to search around frantically. It was Dwalin who found him hanging over the edge and began to reach for him to only slip down further. Thorin wasted no time jumping over the edge pulling the hobbit up.

As he turned to pull himself up his foot slipped from under him. He felt two small hands clasp his wrist tightly and your voice letting out a mangled cry. Your body practically went half over with him before Dwalin latched onto you with several others before pulling him up.

Thorin was at your side immediately seeing that the maneuver had caused you a great deal of pain. Dwalin let out a hefty sigh before he spoke, “I thought we lost our burglar.”  

“He’s been lost since he stepped out his door.” Thorin looked over to the hobbit frustrated, “He should have never come.”

“Thorin…” You frowned at him as you grabbed his arm.

He let out a sigh glancing over your shoulder at the cave, “Dwalin…get her inside and help me search the cave.”

“Aye…” Dwalin scooped you up easily enough and brought inside setting you down, “M’lady.”

“Thank you, Dwalin.” You cringed moving against the wall before putting your hand to your side. You looked up at Thorin approaching as the others began to pour inside, “Before you say anything…I am fine.”

“You are not.” His voice was low and filled with worry.

You looked up as him water dripping down your face still, “I will be. You have your nephew to worry about. I will be fine.”

“Y/N…You cannot keep this to yourself.” He looked down at you as you pulled your wet cloak off. He glanced at your side seeing nothing to be immediately concerned with, but he knew wounds are never what they seem.

“And I didn’t.” You sniffed looking up into his eyes, “You know. I will alert you if that changes. Though I don’t know why I need to…”

He opened his mouth to justify his concerns when heard Gloin behind him begin to talk about a fire, “No fires, not in this place.”

He could feel your eyes piercing into his back as he told everyone to get some sleep. He took up rest near you watching you wring out you cloak some before putting it back on for any sort of comfort. You would not look at him and he did not know if it was out of frustration with his concerns or something else.

Rest did not come to him. Instead he lay there watching you shiver, your back turned to him. You were not hearty like the rest of his company who rested mostly comfortable. You were gently crafted, lithe and refined.

You rolled over and surprise hit him when he saw your eyes open meeting his. You only stared at him as voices began to speak across the cave. Bofur was attempting to get Bilbo to stay.

“You’re homesick, I understand.”

“No, you don’t, you don’t understand! None of you do ­ you’re dwarves. You’re used to ­ to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere.”

Pain rippled through Thorin’s features at the truth in the hobbit’s words. Bilbo began to apologize, but his man was a bigger person. Bofur was the purest of the group along with Dwalin. They had known Erebor only briefly before she burned, but it was enough that they would fight for her to the end.

Your hand found his arm in the dark. Looking to you, he could see the understanding. You knew losing a home…never having a real place to lay your head…indeed not belonging anywhere.

“What’s that?” Bofur asked curiously.

Thorin’s eyes shifted to the pair seeing a blue glow from the hobbit’s side, “Thorin…”

Your concerned tone had him following your gaze to his own weapon that shimmered in its sheath. He began to move hearing a shifting noise around them, “Wake up!”

Your cry brought his attention back to you in time to see you slip through the trap door with the seeping sand. He reached out quickly grabbing your arm in time to fall himself. Yelps and cries were heard from his men above as he pulled you close trying to shield you from the impact that was sure to come.

He landed hard on his back before rolling with ending up under him. He looked down at you seeing a pained expression fill your eyes before they widened, “Move…”

“What?”

“Move!” You shouted before using all your strength, gripping his coat, rolling further off to the side before the rest of the troupe landed on each other with loud groans.

Breathing heavily, you looked down to him. You were about to say something but paused as you both began to hear shrieking. Thorin followed your gaze to see the approaching goblins.

He acted quickly pulling your hood up over your head pushing you toward the group, “…cover her!”

“What?” You hissed as everyone began pulling you back apparently hiding you.

“Forgive me, lass.” Balin frowned reaching to you roughly pulling your cowl up around your face under your hood, “Goblins like pretty things…but pretty faces they like to torture.”

Your eyes widened as you felt to strong presences take place on either side of you. You looked to see Dwalin on one side and Fili on the other. Fili leaned over to you speaking quickly wrapping his arm around your waist drawing you close, “I will stay with you, try to keep covered.”

You had no chance to answer as the group was overwhelmed quickly by goblins. Gnarled hands grabbed at you and Fili tugging and pulling. Fili kept his word staying with you, as they began to push you all roughly down the path.

Your eyes met briefly with Thorin’s when he looked back. You watched as anger filled him the more the goblins pushed him around. He was not the only dwarf present to feel this way.

Soon you entered a large cavern filled with hundreds upon hundreds of goblins. A horrible noise echoed against the walls along with their screeching. You hadn’t seen anything this frightening in a while.

The goblins herded you all into a group. At which point everyone moved to hiding Thorin in the midst of them as well. He glanced back at you and his nephew, “Alright?”

“Managing…” You whispered through the thick fabric of your cowl watching a huge monstrosity dance its way back to its throne taking a seat.

“Catchy tune…isn’t it?” The large goblin bellowed with a sickly grin.

“That’s not a song.” Balin growled pointing over Thorin’s shoulder, “It’s an abomination!”

“Abomination, mutations, deviations …that’s all you’re gonna find down here.” The goblin retorted before narrowing his eyes on the group who began tugging and pulling at their gear stripping them of it, “Who would be so bold to come armed into my kingdom? Spies, thieves, assassins!?”

“Dwarves malevolence.”

“Dwarves!?”

“Found’em on the front porch!” A smaller goblin squeaked out.

“Well don’t just stand there…search them!?” This so-called king shouted at his kin, “Every nook, every crack!”

Again, they swarmed the group. Fili did his best to keep you close and away from their clawed hands, but there were too many. You tensed as the hood was pulled back followed by a disgusted hiss. Fili’s eyes grew big as they began to yank you away from him toward the goblin king.

You had no chance to even try to save yourself. You felt a small hand grip your hair tightly causing you to cry out as a knife pressed against your throat, “Lookie here your grace…”

“Oh dear…what a foul looking creature.” The king smirked looking down to you, “Disgusting thing…tell me what you’re doing in my mountain, hm?”

It took you a moment to realize, he wasn’t just calling you disgusting, he was referring to you as such. You swallowed staring up at him about to answer when Bofur's voice perked up, “If yer lookin' fer information, it’ll be me you’ll want to talk to.”

You watched the king nod slowly before glancing over to Bofur. The dwarf stared up at the king taking a step forward nervously, “Well…we we’re traveling down the road, well it wasn’t so much a road as it was a path, and really it wasn’t much of path but more of a track. So, we were traveling down this road, really a path, more of a track, and you see we we’re supposed to be in Dunlin last Tuesday…”

“Enough!” The goblin king shrieked getting his legions to yelp and scream in anticipation, “If they will not talk, let’s make them squawk. Bring up the wrangler, bring up the bone crusher…”

You were twisted around to face the company. Grunting you felt two more pairs of clammy claws grab hold of your arms as the king spoke again, “While we wait…let us give this poor wretch the makeover she deserves.”

You tensed as they forced you onto your knees. The third one holding the knife to your neck jerked your head forward pulling at your hair. You hissed in pain as the knife moved away from your neck. It felt as if they were yanking your hair out. The king’s next words caused your eyes to go wide.

“Begin with her mop…she shan’t need it once we’re done with her.”

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The Three Women Of Durin - Signing Papers (4)

MASTERLIST FOR THS STORY

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Gandalf began speaking of how the group needed a burglar all the whilst sending Bilbo glances, unfortunately sweet, innocent, little Bilbo did not pick up on this.

“That’s why we need a burglar,” Ori said excitedly looking straight at Bilbo.

"Hmm, a good one to,” Bilbo said looking down at the map, “An expert I’d imagine.”

“And are you?” A voice spoke up. Bilbo looked up and being precious as he is, he looked behind him seeing if anyone was there.

“Am I what?” He asked blatantly not getting the drift.

“He said he’s an expert,” Oin said happily whilst Fili looked at Ori like the idiot he was. Bilbo finally caught on.

“Me, no no no I- I’m not a burglar,” he said with finality, “I’ve never stolen a thing in my life,” he obviously thought that this was the right thing to say.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Mr Baggins,” Balin said, again dampening the situation at hand. “He’s hardly burglar material,” Balin continued. Even though what Balin just said should have been a bad thing Bilbo smiled and agreed with the Dwarf, it was evident that he did not want to go on this journey, if only the company wanted the girls like they wanted Bilbo.

“Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves,” Dwalin said to Thorin, Rosie caught Thorin’s eyes flicker to the girls who stood on his left. Cece let out a giggle at the happy faces Bilbo was making as the dwarves basically told him he was weak, she also found how Bifur was angrily making hand gestures at no one particularly amusing. However, it was not amusing when Gandalf angrily stood up, once again towering over everyone in the room.

“Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is burglar, then a burglar he is. Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet, in fact, they can pass unseen by most if they choose, and while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a hobbit is all but unknown to him which gives us a distinct advantage.” He then turned to Thorin, “You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company, and I have chosen mister Baggins, there’s a lot more to him than his appearance suggests and he’s got a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including himself,” He leant in close to Thorin, “You must trust me on this,”

“What? Like I should trust you with the women,” Thorin retorted, mockingly.

“Yes,” Gandalf replied, leaning back, “Just like that,” All eyes were on Thorin as he stared at the grey wizard.

“Very well,” he finally said, “We will do it your way, give him a contract,” Thorin said ignoring the ‘no’s which were escaping from Bilbo's lips, he once again glanced as where the girls stood.

“It’s just the usual…” Balin went into the explanation of the contract that Bilbo was expected to sign. The girls watched, un-amused, as Bilbo read over the contract whilst the dwarves tried to scare him.

“Incineration?” Bilbo squeaked at the dwarves, of course it was Bofur to speak up.

“Oh aye, he’ll melt the flesh of your bones in the blink of an eye,” He said, uncaring for the panic which was evidently rising in Bilbo. Bofur continued. “Think furnace, with wings, flash of light searing pain, then puff your nothing more than a pile of ash,”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Cece spoke up, all eyes turned to her except for the pale hobbit.

“And why not lassie,” Bofur asked, sucking on his pipe.  

“Because he’s going to faint,” and if on cue Bilbo let out a little ‘no’ before collapsing on the floor. Eyes turned back to the girls in wonder.  

A dwarf carried Bilbo through into the opposite room where he was laid on the couch Frankie was unconscious not too long ago. The girls told the dwarves to go back and finish their meeting whilst they stayed with the hobbit, it also gave them some time alone. When everyone else was out of the room Cece seemed to explode.

“Ignorant, oblivious, stupid, reckless ass-hole!” Cece cried out, sitting down next to Bilbo with her head in her hands. Her two best friends sat on either side of her rubbing her back soothingly. “How can this supposed king be so infuriating,” She said, her body shaking.

“Well…he is being an ass-hole, not going to lie,” Frankie sighed, Frankie and Cece have been friend for years. They had been friends before Rosie came along and joined them, and it took a long time for them to view Rosie as the same.

“I’m still confused as to what happened. How can we crash a car to then wake up in a hobbits home?” Cece huffed.

“Well, we didn’t automatically come to this house,” Rosie said tentativly. Her friends turned to her, slowly. So, Rosie explained to them both about her grand adventure of waking up in the forest, she told them of how she couldn’t find her way back to the main road when she was discovered by Bifur who, with actions, agreed to help her. She told them how he casually put them each on his shoulders and carried them the whole way to Hobbiton (Frankie and Cece both made promises to thank Bifur for his charitable means). She told them of how she realized where she was and what was happening, her conversation with the dwarves and Gandalf about where she was from. She told them everything she had been thinking in the last hour until it came to a point where she had nothing else to say. A silence settled for a few more seconds.

“Well Fili and Kili are certainly hotter than I expected,” Cece suddenly said causing her two friends to break out into grins.

“And what about Thorin’s voice,” Rosie joined in bringing her own voice quieter just in case someone was listening in, “I mean he’s an ass-hole yeah, but, damn,”

“What about Thorin’s muscles,” Frankie grinned at them and the girls began chatting away at the things they expected and the things they didn’t expect until again they had no more to say. It was strange how familiar this all felt even when the topic of conversation, certainly wasn’t.

“What are we gonna do?” Frankie wondered aloud.

“About what?” Cece asked, “We already kind of have a plan don’t we,”

“Yeah but…” Frankie trailed off “How about getting home, to where we belong, what about making it through the battles we all know we’re about to go through, I mean don’t get me wrong y’all are fierce but none of us really know how to use a sword,”

“What about Fili, Kili and Thorin?” Rosie asked, her heart squeezing at the thought of the three dwarves dying. She still needed a bit more warming up to Thorin but Fili and Kili had been nothing but nice-ish to her so far, she was sure they were going to get quite close over the journey with them being the youngest and all.

“What if we can’t go home?” Cece asked to no one in particular, her eyes glassy and illuminated by the roaring fire not too far away. The girls didn’t talk, just wrapped themselves around one another and held on, because... what if she was right?  

Bilbo was long gone before the girls had a final plan in action. They would not make any more 'prophecies' until they reached Rivendell, they would help the company with the things along the way depending on how well they were treated. They also decided to each think of a plan to save Thorin, Fili and Kili from the death they were supposed to suffer at the end of the story. Once they had their plan in action they grabbed their three bags and began to decide what they did and didn’t need, laying the contents of all the bags on the small table.

“Aw god damn, my phone smashed!" Cece groaned.

“Oh yes, because phones are going to be very useful in this situation,” Frankie said.

“What if I got a call from someone?” Cece continued causing Frankie to splutter.

“Because middle earth is known for its great service,”

“Okay girls, lets pick everything we think we’ll need then divide it up into the bags,” Rosie said. They didn’t have a lot on them but some of it could be useful. Here’s what each girl chose to be vital for the journey ahead.

Rosie

Her phone and headphones (for music until it ran out of battery)

Sunglasses

Lip balm

Waterproof Coat

Spare Jumper

  Frankie

Phone and headphones

UE BOOM speaker (it was light and didn’t take up much room)

Her coat

Water bottle

Baseball cap

  Cece

Water bottle

Jacket

Waterproof coat

Reading glasses

Lipstick

Her favorite mascara

When they got all their stuff ready they placed them in their bags and decided it was time to move back into the dining room to see the dwarves. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be seen. Diving back into the halls the girls began peeking their head in every door that they would pass, searching for a dozen +1 dwarves. Eventually the girls found them gathering around the fire, smoking their pipes.

They shuffled silently into the room and settled on a couch near the back where they would not be seen by the dwarves. A hum started in the room, their voices low moved through the girls, filling the air with noise, thrumming your body with sound. Each girl eventually curled up, resting their heads and the small soft things they could find. They closed their eyes, the rumbling of the dwarf’s perfect harmony causing their own bodies to hum along.

As Rosie lay there staring through the round glass window and up at the soft gleaming lights in the sky, she thought of her family, she thought of her home, she thought of how and if she would get back. As the warm dwarves voices surrounded her. She then thought of the dwarves, willing to face and fight anything for the reclamation of their homeland, something which was taken from them. She may not know these dwarves strongly, but she could see their hope, their want, their fire. She would help each and every dwarf that stood in this home, help them on this journey, help them reclaim what once theirs, save their lives, give them back what they so truly deserved.

Because she could.

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For Better or Worse (Seven)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

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The morning came quicker than you would have liked. For the first time in weeks, you had escaped the anxious restlessness which had kept you awake. There was new warmth to your still foreign marital bed, though Dwalin’s snores had been overwhelming until you managed to doze. You awoke with a groan, stretching the stiffness from the arm you had slept on only to find the other side of the mattress as empty as the days before.

Your chest seized, and you sat up, searching the chamber as you wondered if you had imagined the whole reconciliation. Had you been so desperate for peace that you had conjured the entire scene? It could not have been fantasy, it just couldn’t. Dwalin had been so kind and for once, so real. He had wished you good night and laid you down gently, tucking himself in beside you. No dream could be so compelling.

The door jolted open and the sound of glass wobbling preceded Dwalin as he pushed himself awkwardly into the chamber. He held a tray of dishes and perilously balanced the tray towards the table. He set it down as he smiled over at you, overturning the sugar dish as he did. You suppressed a chuckle and rolled out of bed, crossing to help him clean up his mess.

“You didn’t have to,” You insisted as you swept up the sugar from the tray, tossing it back into the dish carelessly, “But it is rather nice.”

“I figured we’d start out right this time,” His voice betrayed his nervousness, an uncertainty which belied his usual stoicism, “I’ve taken the day off from the forge…I hope you’ve not any pressing duties.”

“They can wait,” You waved away his worries, sitting down as you tried to accept your new reality, “You have anything in particular in mind?”

“Tell me you don’t mind the snow,” He ventured as he sat across from you, the chair whining beneath his weight.

“Not at all,” You took a hard-boiled egg and cracked it sharply against the edge of your plate, “I rather prefer it. What exactly do you have planned?”

“Bofur’s gotten together a team of mutts,” He shrugged casually but fumbled his fork clumsily, “And a sled. We could go out and explore the forest…is that alright?”

“Perfect,” You swallowed the white of the egg, “There’s a river--”

“By the old caves,” He finished, “I know the very one.”

“It will do us well,” You offered, “I sort of miss being outside. Miss the quest…”

“Miss having a purpose,” He nodded solemnly, “It’s easy to get lost in here.”

“Well, I’d love to get away,” You stirred your tea with a spoon as he watched, a hazy calmness colouring his usually stern feature, “Not from you, of course.”

You laughed at your own joke and he smiled tepidly. You could still see his hesitation, but it wasn’t so painful knowing then where it stemmed from. In a way, he was a reflection of yourself. Crass and ill-tempered, your emotions enigmatic to all, including you. It would be nice to start over, you thought, but no less difficult than the last week.

Having delayed unpacking your trunks in the tumultuous early days of your marriage, you had been unable to find your fur cloak among the jumble. Dwalin had offered you one of his own. A sleek brown bear pelt which hung loosely from your figure. As his broad shoulders held taught the fur of his own, you drowned in yours and felt a fool as you walked along with your husband.

Just beyond Durin’s door, a team of dogs waited restlessly as Bofur batted back their impatient nips. Snow had formed a ledge atop his flapped hat and he shook it off as he turned to you and wiped the frost from his mustache. “About time,” He looked between you and Dwalin, “Oh, you two are a pair indeed. Terrifying, I must say.”

“Eh, shut up,” Dwalin boxed his shoulder, pushing him aside as he inspected the dogs, “This should do.”

“As would a ‘thanks’,” Bofur mumbled as he kept clear of your husband.

“Thank you, Bofur,” You squeezed his elbow warmly, “Truly. I know he’s not much with words…trust me, I know.”

“You’re as mad as him,” Bofur grumbled as he crossed his arms, shivering as he turned back to the Mountain entrance, “’Specially if you’ve the stomach to marry him.”

“Oi, you want another,” Dwalin turned with his hand raised, sending Bofur scrambling for the door, “And thanks, you daft bugger.”

You watched as Bofur disappeared into the darkness, muttering his displeasure. Your husband turned his hand palm up and offered it to you, guiding you through the deep snow towards the sled, “So, my wife,” The title seemed to tremble on his lips, “Am I steering or are you?”

“You know these land better than me,” You set your hands on the bar of the sled, “I’ll allow you the pleasure of getting us lost.”

Dwalin stepped up behind you on the footboard, taking the reins in his hands as he gripped the bar next to yours. He was rigid against your back, keeping you firmly in place as he cleared his throat, He called to the dogs and the sled jolted forward, the team settling to a steady pace as they angled you swiftly down the decline.

The snow flew up around you, but you were warmed by Dwalin, his arms keeping the wind off of you. You reached the plain and the dogs quickly met the treeline, your husband pulling at the leather straps to guide them along the winding paths. You closed your eyes as you relinquished yourself to the brisk air and the smell of snow.

The sled slowed as the path grew less bumpy and you opened your eyes to the shimmering ice of the river, frozen before a perfectly rounded cave, its mouth carved with ancient khuzdul script. Dwalin tied the reins firmly and stepped off the sleigh, offering you his hand once more. You took it as you nearly slipped off the board and let him guide you towards the waters edge.

“So, what exactly did you intend?” You asked as you bent over the river, gazing at your blurred reflection.

“Well, I’ve yet to weigh the sense in it,” He released your gloved hand and stepped back, watching you as you smiled at the ice, “Though I could as easily just sit and watch you for the day.”

Your cheeks coloured as you stood straight and looked to his own flushed appearance, his words seemingly of their own accord. He cleared his throat again, a tic you surmised came with anxiety. The corners of his lips quivered, and he gazed away awkwardly, rolling his shoulders as if to strengthen himself.

“Promise me you’ll not let me drown,” He sighed and reached out his thickly booted foot, letting it hover over the ice before bringing it down upon the surface.

Dwalin stepped out onto the river’s icy hood, his second foot coming down with trepidation, the ice showing no crack or crease. He walked further until he was nearly at the middle of the water and he breathed out with relief. He turned back to you and a genuine smile curled his lips. “Come on then,” He waved to you, “Don’t slip.”

You slowly edge onto the ice, your boots sliding as your arms flapped for balance Dwalin’s soles skated across the surface as he neared to steady you, taking your arm as he led you around the perimeter of the river. After one lap, you gained your bearings and soon you were skimming over the frozen water with ease, giggling as you kept hold of your husband. You had not felt so cheerful since your childhood. Long ago.

“Oh,” Your foot slipped from beneath you and you began a split, painfully heading for collapse atop the ice.

Dwalin kept hold of you, twisting you around so that you landed softly upon the thick ice, looking down at you with concern. “Y/N, are you alright?” His voice was panicky, and his grey eyes dilated.

You laughed as you released his arm and clutched at your sides. The thought of the sight of you, the look on his face, and the whole childish affair was suddenly amusing. And to your surprise, you were enjoying it. All of it. And with Dwalin of all people.

“I’m fine,” You chortled as he looked back confused, “Now help me up,” You reached out and he took your hands wordlessly, lifting you to your feet, You steadied yourself as you separated from Dwalin and set your feet as much as you could atop the slippery surface, “Alright now…” You set your hands on your hips, “First one to the other side wins.”

With the challenge issued, you charged forward across the ice, stumbling but keeping upright as you barrelled towards the river’s lip. You heard Dwalin’s heavy footsteps at your heels and looked back to find him following you with a grin, his cheeks rosy in his excess. You turned back to the finish line as he collided with you, the pair of you sliding the last foot across the ice before crashing into the snow in a fit of giggles.

Perhaps marriage wouldn’t be so bad as you thought.

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[fullvoidmoon]

All the Help He Needs

Pairing/s: Thorin x fem!reader

Setting/Timeline: After BoTFA, Durins live!AU

Warning(s)/Genre(s): Eating disorder (might trigger), angst, mild fluff

Word Count: 1,059

The Hobbit, the Durins, Gandalf the Grey, Thranduil, Bard, and Any of the Company © J.R.R. Tolkien  Context © me

Requested by an anon.

A/N: Read the warning first before reading, drop an ask if you want to know why I decided to accept the request even thought the topic is very personal and triggering to others and I will be happy to give my answer. But please ask nicely, I am not very fond of people who are outwardly rude.

I also changed the content as I see fit than what was included in the request, only a little bit, and so sorry if it ended up crappy.

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“Why have not she mention anything?!”

“Uncle, please calm down.”

“How could I even calm down when no one even noticed of (Y/N)’s condition?!” Thorin bellows, making Kili shrink further in his sits and Dwalin getting rigid by his side.

It has come to Thorin’s attention, now King Under the Mountain of the reclaimed Kingdom of Erebor, that the Company’s only maiden is, in fact, not feeling well for as long as the start of their Quest, perhaps she has not been feeling well even before the start of the Quest.

It has also come to their knowledge that (Y/N) was very adamant in not letting anyone fret over her. Thus concealing her condition to all members of the Company until one afternoon when Thorin noticed her protruding cheekbones and alarmingly thin physique as she assisted Oin in their daily duties as Erebor’s healers and apothecaries.

Thus Thorin arranged an emergency meeting with the members of the Company in the seclusion of his private study.

“Uncle, you need to calm down,” Fili says, also worried of their Company’s maiden and her worsening condition, “you won’t be able to think straight if you let your anger get to you.”

“Gloin, did your brother tell you anything?” Thorin eventually sighs, sinking into his chair before addressing the red-haired dwarrow, “(Y/N) has been with him most of the time, surely he must have noticed her physique.”

Gloin shakes his head, “unfortunately not, Thorin. I may ‘ave noticed her to be thinner ‘dan before, but I ‘tink it is because of ‘de over’ol stress of ‘de journey ‘dat made ‘de lassie look so thin.”

“Probably the lassie asked the old dwarf ‘ta not speak of it ‘ta anyone,” Bofur adds in a whisper.

Thorin couldn’t help but feel useless, and he himself doesn’t want to be useless above anything else. He was, and still is, their leader, he is supposed to be responsible for the well-being of his Company; responsible to protect and take care of (Y/N) more than anyone could imagine. 

But the fact he himself didn’t take heed of the signs he has been seeing on (Y/N) has his heart and soul being gnawed with sadness and fury.

And it made him feel worse when Balin mentioned he caught glimpses of (Y/N) not eating as much as the Company thought she should be, or at times when she completely refused to eat at all.

—–

Thorin have never been this restless, even the distress the Quest brought him is not even at par with what he’s currently experiencing; his (Y/N) is getting worse, thinner than ever before.

And he couldn’t care less if the Elvenking could see him this lost and confused for the first time.

“I never imagined you to be this distraught, King Thorin,” Thranduil says, interrupting Thorin’s rumination, “have you discussed this with the lady (Y/N)?”

Thorin heaves a sigh in an attempt to stay calm, vividly remembering the tribulation she went through, “I already did.”

Thorin couldn’t think straight, his worries becoming evident in his blue orbs as he starts to feel the unpleasant tugs in his stomach. He had called for Gandalf the Grey and King Bard of Dale, even the Elvenking Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, in an attempt to help (Y/N). He is even planning on sending a letter to his cousin Dáin for any additional aid they might need.

“I believe there is more to (Y/N) than what she let on,” Gandalf replies as he sips his tea, “the dear has been very cautious of sharing anything about her.”

It became obvious to anyone in the Company that (Y/N) always kept things to herself, never letting her concerns and troubles known as to not be a burden; deeming it as mere shyness, a very endearing quality of (Y/N).

“Is that the reason why you were very adamant in-?”

“Yes, Thorin, and I’m so sorry,” (Y/N) interjected on the night when he decided to speak with her about her alarming condition; her hands covered her tear-filled face after telling her story, for the first time, to anyone.

Thorin carefully pulled her in his embrace and letting her lean on him as she cried in the crook of his neck. And he couldn’t help the waves of devastation and pain; blaming himself for not being there when his One needs help more than anything.

“I never meant to be secretive, I’m just afraid of telling it to anyone,” she added, remembering Thorin walking in on her after she ate too much for dinner and rushed straight in to her washroom to vomit.

But never has Thorin realized her ‘shyness’ was, in fact, a way of detaching herself from others, a result of having insecurities and self-doubts from experiencing hardships inflicted by her own kin; with the aftermath of her refusal to eat, denial of hunger, fear of gaining weight, and sometimes too much restriction of food intake through fasting. 

“We can’t let (Y/N)’s condition get even worse than what it is now,” Bard, now King of the renewed Dale, says as he looks for any possible healing herbs and techniques in a medical book his children previously found among the rubbles of the then desolated Dale.

“Thorin, there is no need for you to feel restless, no matter how urgent (Y/N)’s current condition is,” Gandalf attempts to ease the brewing turmoil in the pacing Dwarvenking’s mind when Bard’s words have not fallen on his ears, “we will get nowhere if you will not calm down.”

“What Mithrandir speaks is true,” Thanduil agrees as he lays his hands on Thorin’s shoulder, “you need to have a clear head in order for you to heal your lady.”

Though the Elvenking’s words indeed calm him down, Thorin still couldn’t stop his raising mind thinking of countless of possibilities that could have their attempts to end in failure.

“You do not have to worry, Thorin,” Thranduil whispers, his voice lacing with calm and assurance.

And the Elvenking’s next words indeed brings him peace, a total surprise to anyone present in the council room when one knows of the long history of animosity between the two kings and their races; words that Thorin truly needs to hear in his current moment of vexation.

“We will do what we can to provide you all the help that you need, all for (Y/N)’s complete healing.”

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