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When Dreams Come True.

Summary: Brokenhearted over the deaths of her dream love Thorin and his nephews after watching BOTFA, a young woman of our world wishes she could’ve saved them. She soon finds out that wishes and dreams can be granted.

Fandom: The Hobbit.

Relationship: Thorin x ofc Brianna Hanson.

Rating: Teen

Warning: canon compliant flashbacks (two canonical deaths), battle violence, character death.

Content: some angst, typical violence, happy ending, romance

Word count: 3.3 k

(Chapter 1 can be read here.)

Chapter 2. “Fates Averted on Ravenhill”

Brianna blinked at the sudden burst of pale wintry light, then her eyes widened as she looked in silent shock around her. She was dressed in her usual winter clothes and standing amid vaguely familiar ruins of what was probably a watchout location atop a mountain. The faraway cries, roars, and metallic clang and crashes filled her ears while the cold, snow tanged breeze bit her nose and cheeks. Suddenly Brianna now remembered.

Ravenhill. I’m here, on the day the Battle of the Five Armies was fought. It’s still happening, judging from the sounds down there.

A blood chilling thought gripped her, freezing her to the core.

Where are Thorin and his nephews?

Hoping desperately that she wasn’t too late, Brianna raced away, heedless of the fallen stones. She knew how to save them, she had to find them first. The metallic ring of blades on armor and blades caught Brianna’s ear; the sounds came from ahead-

A huge ugly orc leaped before her, snarling, his sword raised to kill. Brianna screamed and slammed back against a boulder, shielding her head without much hope. She had no chance at all without weapons.

Two horrified youthful shouts rang out, followed by a deeper, angry roar, then there was the sickening sound of flesh and bone being slashed by steel, the squeal and hoarse sound of the orc’s last breaths, then a brief silence.

“My lady, are you all right?”

“Did that filth harm you?”

“In Durin’s name, if he did-“ ending in a deep rumble.

“Brianna?!” A large strong hand gripped hers gently, “Amrâlimê, it’s all right; that filth is dead.”

Brianna opened her eyes slowly. The slain orc lay not far away; averting her eyes quickly, she looked down at her rescuers. Tears of gratitude stung her eyes.

“Oh,” she murmured. Fili and Kili were standing not far away, curiosity and puzzlement visible on their faces; Dwalin was just stepping back with his blood stained axe; and Thorin -her Thorin- was standing close to her and holding her hand in his larger hand, with apprehension and recognition in those lovely blue eyes.

He was alive; so were the boys.

“Oh, Thorin!” Kneeling quickly, Brianna threw her arms around him, and was thrilled when he responded back by holding her closely. She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Our dream finally came true.”

“Praise Mahal and Iluvatar for permitting us to be together at last.” Thorin was beyond thrilled; he was passionately happy to be holding his One for real and not in an ephemeral dream. Brianna hummed pleasantly as she nuzzled against him; inflamed by her soft touch and her fingers in his hair, Thorin began planting soft kisses up Brianna’s neck, jawline and cheek before capturing her lips in their second kiss. Mahal it was even better; Brianna was here with him for real.

“Uh, Thorin, it’s fine to be kissin’ yer One- seein’ as ye seemed to have finally found her- but we’ve still gotta find Azog.” Dwalin sounded a bit awkward yet grim.

Oh. Brianna’s stomach roiled uncomfortably as Thorin released her reluctantly. She’d nearly forgotten about the Defiler.

“Oh yes,” Thorin scanned the stony cliffs and walls of Ravenhill before racing off to the river’s shore, Dwalin following him. Brianna watched him anxiously, her heart pounding. She didn’t doubt Thorin loved her, but for the moment Azog had taken up his thoughts.

Then- “So you must be Uncle’s One; he’d spoken of you before to us.” Kili stood before her, a mischievous yet warm smile lighting up his face. “Only you were in his dreams. He said he hated it when they ended.”

“It was actually funny, like he was frustrated something didn’t happen in them, he was that grumpy,” Fili added.

“Yes, that is true,” Brianna blushed brightly. She loved the boys already too.

“Thank Mahal you weren’t here when he was under the influence of that dragon sickness; he wasn’t himself,” Fili was grave. “He almost killed our Burglar- Bilbo Baggins- for stealing the Arkenstone and giving it to Thranduil, and he wouldn’t go out to aid Dain, at first.”

“Yes, it was a terrible time,” Kili chimed in.

Brianna remembered her night at the theater, but wisely said nothing. She’d seen Thorin’s madness unfold and experienced just a little of his obsession in their shared dream, but she wasn’t about to say so. Thorin was all right now, and things would end well; she’d make sure of it. She watched as the two brothers keenly scanned the massive, ruined watchtower and signal machines. All seemed empty and deserted.

But Brianna knew better.

“Uh, Brianna? What did you mean by your and Thorin’s dreams coming true? Did you use some kind of magic to come here?”

Oh oh. Now Fili was asking the major questions. Brianna was pondering how to answer without sounding crazy when Thorin came running back.

“Where is he?” He inquired of his nephews.

“Looks empty. I think Azog has fled!” Kili replied.

No, no! A chill of fear rippled through Brianna’s blood. She willed away the tragic images that appeared in her mind; this wasn’t going to happen to them!

“Thorin,” she started.

“In a moment, Amrâlimê,” Thorin assured her, then turning to his nephews he continued “I don’t think so… Fili, take your brother. Scout out the towers. Keep low and out of sight. If you see something, report back, do not engage- do you understand?!”

It was now, or personally endure the heartbreak of really watching the Line of Durin die.

“Thorin, no! Don’t send the boys over to those towers!” Desperation edged Brianna’s voice. “Please don’t! Azog is hiding there in one of the towers; he’ll kill Fi- them both!” She cut herself short, realizing she’d almost said too much. They were not supposed to know that part about Fili being the first to be killed!

Silence fell, heavier than the wintery fog, over the four as they stared at Brianna. Fili and Kili looked completely baffled, Dwalin looked a mixture of shock and confusion, and Thorin looked almost shocked and angry.

Then- “What did you mean by Azog killing me?” Fili’s voice shook. “Especially, why me first?!”

“Azog will be slain first!” Kili was furious as he instinctively moved nearer to Fili.

“That is madness! How do ye know which lad that Orc scum is killin’ first?!” Dwalin demanded furiously.

“Brianna, I came to kill that piece of filth; he may have escaped by now!” Thorin wasn’t too pleased.

“Please listen,” Brianna summoned her courage, then continued desperately “I know what’s going to happen to you all, especially you and the boys, Thorin. If you send the boys, he’ll kill Fili first; you’ll see it happen. Kili won’t survive; Bolg, his killer, is already coming with more Orcs from Gundabad. You’ll be the last to die, Thorin, even though you will kill Azog.” A shocked gasp came from the other three, or two; Dwalin chose to growl in anger.

“Please don’t send them to that tower! Do you seriously want to meet them again in the afterlife?” Brianna’s voice broke as tears choked her.

“Brianna, we haven’t time!” For all he knew, Azog might’ve escaped while they stood here arguing, Thorin thought with an understandable yet stubborn irritation.

“You have time enough to not walk into a death trap!” Brianna managed between sobs. “Thorin, please listen to me! Back in my world, I saw you and your nephews die; Fili was the first to die.”

An icy feeling of threatened loss and rage settled heavily over Thorin’s soul at this. Fili, his sister’s eldest son, his heir, the almost-son he’d been there for since the golden haired prince was a little one, was going to die first.

Then an image slowly grew in his mind as the past memories from his previous life, before Manwë had graciously allowed his return, came flowing through his mind.

Azog held up a bloodied Fili, declaring how he would kill each member of Durin’s Line, one at a time; Fili’s frantic shouts for his kinfolk to run pierced the wintery air, before Azog impaled him and let him drop to the base of the tower before everyone’s shocked eyes. Mahal, how that brought back all the terrible memories of Thror’s own death to Thorin!

For a grief stricken moment, he stood there, absorbing what he’d just witnessed before running to stop a grief maddened Kili from sharing Fili’s fate. Then Azog and the other Orcs came between him and the youngest Durin, and he fought with every bit of his strength and rage, hoping that Kili would live.

Thorin barely survived (thanks to the blond Elf who’d thrown Orcrist through the body of the Orc who was about to kill him) and after a fight on the ice, finally sank Azog, or so he’d thought till the cunning filth had wounded and pinned him down. Then came the terrible choice; either keep holding Azog off till Thorin’s arms gave out from exhaustion, or draw Orcrist away for a fatal blow, avenge Thror, Thrain, and Fili, and end Azog’s bloodthirsty career. But the last choice would exact a terrible price…

“Brianna.” For a moment, Thorin pushed back strongly against Azog’s blade as Brianna’s beautiful face appeared in his mind. He had to live for her and Kili, and his people; he had to!

Brianna would be heartbroken if he died now. He hadn’t even braided his bead into her hair, told her he loved her, nor even sealed everything with the first kiss, let alone bringing her into Middle earth somehow. He had to live!

All in vain; his tired arms were trembling despite his massive strength, under the weight of Azog’s pushing down on Orcrist. There were no other choices left now, save the last one.

“Brianna, I’m sorry. I love you.”

He drew Orcrist away…*

Thorin shuddered at the last memory; there was something surreal and blood chilling about revisiting those memories of his past life.

Then came Mahal’s words, soothing as balm:

“She will aid in preventing your deaths from happening; do not question everything she says, even if it seems like madness! Trust her.”

“It’s madness, yes.” Thorin mused. “And yet Master Baggins’s mad plan helped us escape King Thranduil’s dungeons. Surely she is no more mad than he.”

It was now clear to him. “Fili, Kili, stay here. If Azog is still here on Ravenhill, he will show himself.” Thorin said. “Better than encountering him in some dark hall in the tower and being trapped,” he added firmly when Kili started to protest.

“Aye, if he’s still there,” Dwalin growled.

“He’s there; he’s set his trap and is lying in wait for us. However, we’re denying him his pleasure in ending Durin’s Line.” Thorin said firmly.

A cold shiver shook Brianna; Thorin had unintentionally described how she’d watched Fili getting trapped by Azog in the film. Not trusting her legs, she sat down quickly.

Thorin was swiftly beside her. “You’re cold, Amrâlimê,” he observed, putting his arm around her shoulders and drawing her close to him, “ ‘tis a pity that you came here at this time, rather than sooner and within Erebor’s halls. Though Mahal knows, I wouldn’t have believed you,” he added almost regretfully.

“You wouldn’t have.” Brianna’s voice tapered off in a sigh of contentment. Despite all his layers of chain mail, leather, and velvet, Thorin’s heat wrapped her in its comforting embrace, warming her on this icy mountain top. She snuggled closer; despite the sounds of battle, she felt safe. Definitely safe; the boys and Dwalin were close by, and even as Thorin gathered Brianna closer, he kept his sword close by.

As if out of the thin air, a winded Bilbo appeared amid the ruins. Brianna, who’d been looking that way, started. Thorin looked too. “Bilbo!”

“Mr. Baggins!” Fili and Kili exclaimed simultaneously.

“We thought ye’d left!” Dwalin rumbled.

Thorin stood up quickly, but he gently assisted Brianna to her feet, just as Bilbo came running to the Dwarves and the young woman.

“We need to leave here, now!” Bilbo spoke rapidly between pants. He started at Brianna’s horrified gasp, but continued. “Azog has another army attacking from the north; the watchtower will be completely surrounded. There’ll be no way out.”

Mahal and Durin help them; they were in a literal death trap, Thorin realized in horror. “Dwalin, we’re leaving this place; no reason to stay and be slain by Bolg and his army. We’re too outnumbered.”

“Aye, if only we could’ve gotten that Orkish filth first!” Dwalin growled.

“We’ll find him soon enough. Brianna, stay near us; we’re leaving for now.” Thorin’s tone gentled as he spoke to Brianna. “Fili, Kili, come along. Bilbo,” with an almost humbled tone, “stay close to Dwalin.”

Brianna felt a pang of sadness at this. No doubt Thorin couldn’t trust himself around the Hobbit after the business of the Arkenstone and the dragon sickness that’d nearly caused Bilbo’s death. She vowed to ask Thorin to pardon Bilbo and ask his forgiveness once they were far away from Ravenhill.

They didn’t make it far from the watchtower. Suddenly there was a harsh bellow, followed by the clatter of armor and weapons, and the swift advance of iron shod feet behind them. Thorin turned around quickly; a savage Khuzdul curse escaped him.

Brianna turned too- her heart dropped into her boots. “Oh no, no,” she whispered.

Azog, frustrated and finally impatient with waiting for his victims, was swiftly pursuing them, his Orcs at his back. Already he was halfway across the courtyard.

“Bilbo, stay with Brianna! Protect her!” Thorin ordered as he raced back to meet his enemy. Mahal help him, he would slay Azog and so avenge Thror. He couldn’t forget that haunting memory of his heir’s death from his past life none too soon.

Yet even as he shouted the old Khuzdul war cry and crossed blades with the grinning Orc, Thorin found himself hoping that he would actually survive, not only for his kinfolk and people’s sake, but also for his One. They’d been blessed with a second chance, a lifetime in Middle Earth together, and he didn’t want to leave her behind in heartbreak and grief!

Brianna crept out from behind the ruins where Bilbo had encouraged her to hide before he went out to meet Bolg’s troops. She was grateful for that; the Gundabad Orcs looked far more ferocious in the flesh. Then the dreaded fear returned, chilling her to the core. “Thorin! What about him and his nephews?! And Bilbo!”

Swiftly she looked for Bilbo; her heart froze when she saw that he was unconscious not far away. Then she remembered that Bolg had struck him with his mace as he ran past. “Bilbo should be fine now,” she told herself after checking his pulse and staunching the wound on his head. “I must find the boys and make sure they’re okay. Then I must find Thorin, and fast.”

Both boys were fine; Fili and Kili were together battling Orcs close to the watchtower, while Dwalin wasn’t far away fighting. Brianna sighed with relief, then hurried away to find Thorin.

Somehow that feeling of dread wouldn’t leave her when she remembered Thorin running to meet the Defiler…

Thorin knelt down slowly to pick up Orcrist whence he’d dropped it in order to throw Azog’s own rock mace at him; he was exhausted beyond belief. Mahal, the Defiler had been nigh impossible to take down in their fight on the ice! It had been worth it to watch the horrified Orc go under the icy water.

It was time now to go find the rest, find Brianna, and leave Ravenhill; clearly the newly arrived Eagles were turning the tide in the Free People’s favor…

He paused; there’d been a faint movement, something or someone drifting along under the ice. It looked like- yes, it was a drowned Azog floating with the current. Slowly, as if in a dream or daze, Thorin stood up and followed the drifting Orc. Strange how he seemed so real and breathing.

This isn’t real. Azog sank to his death; I saw him sink. This is like the vision of Smaug under the gold floor in the Hall of the Kings. It’s a vision, it’s just a vision.

Then through the daze, he heard Brianna’s terrified shrieks…

Thorin!!! Thorin, get off the ice! Run!!

Her screams pierced through the daze, clear and sharp amid its haziness. It was precisely at that critical moment that Azog blinked…

Despite his exhaustion, Thorin ran hastily to the shore where a horrified Brianna stood; a split moment later, Azog burst through the ice with a frustrated roar and a shower of ice shards and cold water. He glared about for his escaped would-be victim, and his eye fell upon Brianna first. An evil grin crossed his pallid face.

Oh no…

Brianna could not will herself to run; terror had seized her limbs and will in their frigid grip. She could only watch in speechless terror as the Defiler slowly approached her, blade raised to impale…

An enraged battle yell split the wintery air, along with Azog’s own roar of pain.

Thorin had wasted no time despite his exhaustion; the moment Azog turned his attention to a terrified Brianna and slowly approached her, he rushed into the unguarded, unarmed right side, and plunged Orcrist deeply into the Orc’s side. Azog swung his deadly blade around, trying to reach the Dwarf, but in vain.

Using his strength and weight, Thorin drove Azog down onto the ice. Red and rage darkened his vision; the Defiler had nearly slain his Brianna, his long-awaited One and future Queen! She hadn’t been sent back in time to save him and his sister-sons from death, just to be killed by Thror’s murderer.

He bore down harder with all his strength and weight on Orcrist till the breaking of ice and the Defiler’s last harsh gasps reached his hearing, and even through the redness, he saw the Orc’s eyes dim…

“Thorin…” Brianna’s thready voice broke the cold silence. Guilt smote Thorin; he’d been so intent on watching Azog’s demise that he’d nearly forgotten his One. Standing up slowly, he made his way across the slippery wet ice towards her. She knelt there in a heap, trembling violently in a way that wasn’t just from the biting cold air.

“Brianna!” Thorin gathered her into his arms. Mahal, but she shook so! He wished he had his long lost fur pelted coat to cover her. “Brianna, forgive me! I thought he was a vision under the ice, like Smaug under the gold. I didn’t know he’d lived, or I’d have killed him the sooner. Forgive me!” If his voice did crack the tiniest bit, he blamed his exhaustion.

“Thorin, don’t apologize; you’ve lived to see another day, and to rebuild your kingdom. Azog won’t ever hunt for you again.” Brianna curled up against Thorin’s chest. His solid strength and warmth seeped through her, chasing away the deadly chill of fear and the memory of Azog’s triumphant look.

“Thanks be to Mahal for interceding for me, and for sending you to us.” Thorin murmured into Brianna’s hair. She snuggled closer, sighing deeply. He was battered and bloodied, and the scent of death, iron, and blood mingled harshly with his own masculine scent. But Thorin was alive. His nephews were alive. She couldn’t be more happier or content.

Then Thorin was clasping her chin and raising her face gently until her eyes met his. “Brianna,” he murmured, “I didn’t have enough time with you.”

“We have all the time now,” Brianna replied, lost in Thorin’s silvery blue eyes. “I can’t return back to my world- nor do I even want to now.”

“Amrâlimê…” The murmured endearment had barely faded on the breeze before their lips met again in a gently passionate kiss, their second one on Ravenhill’s stony heights. This time, there was no haste, no fear of death, and the relief and joy of reunion and the brightness of a future together

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