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Thorin x Reader- Stranger (2/2)

Part 1----> Ta Da Previously:

“Goodbye Thorin,” You gave your farewell. You couldn’t run after his bait anymore. But more than that, you couldn’t handle the conviction of his words. I do not need you.

“There is no use in wishing a stranger goodbye,” And with that, you knew you had lost Thorin to a fate worse than death, your memory of him shattered and reflecting a far crueler image than the one you had loved.

You packed your bags that night despite the begging of your friends. After all, there was no use in staying for someone you didn’t know anymore.

You growled in frustration, rubbing at a stain that had become a part of the splintered bar top in front of you. The ale had stained the wood a dreary color that stood out against the rest of the polished tables that you had already gotten to. Doors had closed an hour ago and the sun was creeping up in the sky steadily. You had been handling the night shift, travelers coming from far to stay at any inn they came upon, and now it was your duty to clean before dinner began that night. You were busiest when the moon was at it’s highest point in the sky.

“You’re going to rub the poor counter into dust if you keep going at it like that,” Came the charming voice of your employer. He was a handsome human, one that hadn’t asked questions when you had arrived at the inn one late night, eyes puffy and red from tears, and asked if he had an opening. Within a week, you had lodging in one of his free rooms and you were working every night. After being removed from the life you had known you felt like you had been drowning and he had tossed you a line, pulling you back to steady land.

“Njal, I suspected you to be with one of the working women,” You said in surprise, usually the man’s large build and easy charm had him sharing someone’s bed for the night. Oftentimes you didn’t see him until the crowds piled in, demanding a warm hearth to rest their feet in front of and barrels of ale.

“Why lay with a woman I do not know when I can be in the company of a beautiful woman I do know?” He flirted easily, flashing his teeth and sending you a wink. You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips as your stomach did little flips. Njal was attractive, and kind. You found yourself wishing that you could share the affection he had for you but every time you entertained it, a deep guilt ate at your stomach until you felt sick.

Njal had blue eyes, as clear and beautiful as the sky on a cloudless summer day. His sandy blonde curls sat atop his head, cropped short around his ears. He was handsome, but you couldn’t help but nitpick. His eyes weren’t like the color of the sky during a storm, deep and dark and so gorgeous you felt rocked to your core. His hair wasn’t unruly and long with braids that told of history and triumph and ancestors. He was handsome but the main factor simply happened to be that he wasn’t Thorin.

You pretended to look around the inn, a sly smile on your lips that you hoped was closer to that of a mother scolding her child. Njal was near your age but he appeared to be incredibly weightless, no burdens and loss had weighed him down yet. He was a good looking man with a successful inn and nothing could bring him down. You on the other hand felt the weight of the world bearing down on you more and more with each rise and fall of the sun. “I don’t see anyone else here, have you been drinking on the job again?”

“Forever a tease,” Njal groaned dramatically as you polished the glasses. He took a seat across from you, the bar acting as the physical barrier that aloud you to converse easily. You didn’t do well when Njal touched you. It was always warm and welcome, something you could get used to but something you could never get used to. You wouldn’t allow yourself to. You loved Thorin and he may be a stranger now but one day he would wake up and remember himself and he’d come for you, you wouldn’t move on.

“Who is he?” Njal’s voice softened, his form hunched over to appear smaller. You knew he did it to help put you at ease. His size could be intimidating even if you knew him to be a teddy bear.

“Pardon?” You paled, forcing iron support into your voice as your knees shook behind the counter.

“Who is the man that damaged your heart so badly that I can’t see anything other than pain in your eyes when I look at you?”

“He is no man,” You laughed mirthlessly, flashing Njal a sad smile as you set another glass down. Rounding the bar top you sat beside him, a pitying smile curling the edge of his mouth up. “How did you know?”

“I’m no stranger to heartbreak,”

“You seem to fall in love with a new stranger every day,” You teased, hardly believing that the cheerful man before you could know of the constant ache your heart possessed.

“Which means that I lose someone I love every day,” He shot back but he was smiling gently and it warmed you from head to toe. Njal was a good man and you would be glad for the day that someone made an honest man of him. “But what was he if he was no man?”

“A dwarf,” You mused. “A stubborn, infuriating, courageous fool that I will love until the sun burns out,”

“He does not feel the same?” Njal pondered, trying to piece together your painful history.

You took a steadying breath, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. “I lost him to illness, but my feelings have not changed once,” You knew Njal would presume your dear Thorin dead, and some days you did as well, but it was a sickness of the mind and not of the body. Lost in thought, Njal let you remain there as he finished cleaning the glasses.

The battle had been won. Thorin Oakenshield and his company, give or take five-hundred dwarves, two-hundred Lake men, and a thousand elves, had held steadfast against the orcs, wargs and goblins. Many had been lost and when Thorin looked out over the battlefield, corpses speckling the earth in a wide range of wreckage and slaughter. Suddenly, his empire didn’t seem so grand. It was a victory in many ways, he had back the home of his ancestors and the glory that came with it, but how could you compare that to the lives of the soldiers who had fought beside him,the ones who had fought for him?

Balin had rounded up the company, and Thorin’s knees grew weak at the sight of his nephews. Blood stained and eyes closed tight, they leaned against each other for support. “Fili, Kili,” His voice came out gruff but it came from the surge of emotion that rippled through his chest.

The boys opened their eyes, the usual brightness dimmed by what had taken place. They seemed to understand the violent emotion surging up in their uncle because they stood on protesting limbs, rushing forward to embrace the man they had followed without question. They had turn into strong and able dwarves right before his eyes and he couldn’t be more proud.

“Let us tend to our wounded and rest, we will celebrate in the days to come,” Thorin instructed. Dwalin was being kept upright by Balin and looked as if he would collapse with one more step, ever the valiant warrior he was the first one to step towards the lonely mountain. Oin, Gloin, Bofur and Bombur all trailed after, bowing their heads in regards to their King. Ori, Nori, Dori and Bifur talked amongst themselves, eyeing those they recognized as they sent up silent prayers. Bofur remained beside the young princes as they took everything in.

Thorin wandered on his own, mind slowing down. Now that the threats were gone it seemed that another danger had made itself present. His own thoughts were peaking up from where they had taken refuge as his battle instincts had taken over hours before. The memories of battle faded as he walked past the wounded and the resting, the stone pillars bore down on him as he made his way to his bedroom.

No candles were lit, the hearth empty. The cold of night began to creep in and he sighed. He could very well light the candles and start a fire but without you there, he knew he wouldn’t feel any of the warmth. Nothing could ease his aching bones and wild mind quite like you could, What was he to do when you were absent and the cause behind his crazed thoughts?

“You could go to her,” Came Fili’s voice and Thorin realized too late that he had failed to close the door after entering his room. His heir was leaning against the frame, appraising him with a wisdom that Thorin hadn’t seen before.

“It would be no use, she left without telling me her whereabouts,” Thorin sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed as his legs gave out from underneath him. The thought of never seeing you again, not knowing if you were okay, was steadily killing him and he was far too exhausted to linger on such things.

A yellowed envelope appeared, pinched between Fili’s fingers as he waved it tauntingly at his uncle. Your inky scrawl spelled out his nephew’s name and Thorin’s heart panged with a deep jealousy. “It arrived two days ago. Read it,” Commanded Fili with a stern tone that Thorin realized the young man had gotten from him. He would make a king of him yet.

“I-I... It is not my business-” Thorin dropped his heavy coat from his shoulders, dropping his head in his hands. News of you, words of your safety straight from your hand written on a letter that was less than three steps away from him. And yet, he remained seated. He went into battle fearlessly but he was a coward when it came to you.

“She is your one,” Fili pointed out, “Will you leave her on her own when you could offer her the world?”

“You know as well as I that Y/N can take the world for herself...”

“I am not saying she is weak uncle, I am simply saying that you two are stronger together,”

“Yet I turned her away when I was at my weakest,” Thorin muttered, a bitter taste in his mouth. “After all that has been said and done, what makes you think that she could come back to me?”

“She speaks of you,” Fili shrugged, strolling into the room and placing the letter he had received on his uncles desk. “And they are not the words of a woman scorned, they are the words of a woman in love. Don’t let your pride get in the way this time Uncle,”

Thorin rested his chin on the peaks of his fingertips, eyes burning a hole into the opened letter. Torn between opening it and leaving it there, Thorin couldn’t fall back onto his bed and sleep. It would be a long night.

“Njal!” You hollered, hand on your hip as you balanced a tray full of ale above your head as people moved about you and chatter buzzed about the room. “Get that poor girl out here or you’ll have a trampled employee!”

You watched as your employer pulled away from the young waitress he had hired the day before, she had already fallen victim to his charms and he had her pressed against the wall near the staircase, his lips glued to hers and her hands threaded in his curls. You rolled your eyes but fought off a smile, something told you that Njal had finally found someone special. Weeks had passed since your conversation and you were glad to see him with someone you hoped would care for his heart.

The girl, Sigrid, joined you with an apologetic smile and cheeks burning red. “Sorry, miss,”

“It’s quite alright-” You began but the doors to the inn opened and your eyes naturally followed the creak of the door that meant more patrons. You were about to groan in thinly veiled frustration but the breath was stolen from your lungs as a familiar form stood in the entrance, cloak drawn up over his head but eyes burning within the shadows.

You could feel Sigrid’s eyes following you but the volume of the room vanished, your heart bursting and blood pounding in your ears. The tray grew unstable in your hand, limbs weak as it tumbled, glasses tumbling to the floor. Njal weaved through the crowd, confusion knitting his eyebrows to the wrinkled space between his eyes. “Y/N?” He asked, a concerned lilt to his voice as you stood unmoving, the figure in the entrance not having budged. Njal shook your shoulder, trying to draw your attention to him.

“Lets get you out of the heat, love” Sigrid cooed, having abandoned her job for the moment as both she and Njal tried to lead you away. You shook free from their grasp and you shoved through the throngs of people.

“You son of a bitch!” You cried out, stalking towards Thorin who stood with a stony expression. For a moment, he feared you would strike him. Yet you stumbled on your last step, the weight of all you had been put through crushing you as you fell into his waiting arms.

Thorin used your momentum to pull his cloak around your quaking shoulders. Your body was limp in his hands but you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, pulling him tighter against you when he had believed you would shove him away, spit at him, scream, anything other than hug him back. “I know darling, I know,” He cooed and he felt your tears hot against his tunic.

“I’ve been waiting for so long,” You choked out, fingers tugging at his hair. If it hurt, Thorin didn’t say anything.

“I’m here now,” Was all he could think to say.

“This is him then?” Came a disruptive voice and Thorin nearly drew his sword.

You were steadily pulling away, untangling yourself from Thorin’s longing embrace. This had been the moment you had been waiting for and yet you were ending it too soon because of another man’s voice. Had you found someone else? He had left the day after his conversation with Fili but it had taken him weeks to arrive to the inn you had mentioned in your letter.

“Yes,” You laughed gently, the back of your head bobbing up and down in agreement.

“He came as you said he would,” The large human man smiled, pressing a too familiar kiss to your cheek and Thorin scowled, stepping forward in a show of possessiveness. He had lost you, pushed you away, and now he never wanted to let go or lose sight of you.

“Easy boy,” You sniffled, looking over your shoulder to give Thorin a smile. It was the first one that had reached your eyes since arriving in Erebor. “This is Njal,”

“I read of him,” Thorin nodded, finding your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. “Thank you,” Thorin finally addressed Njal, somewhat hesitantly, hand stretched forward in gratitude.

“No need for thanks,” Njal chuckled good-naturedly. “I’d be in all sorts of trouble with Y/N here, best waitress I’ve ever had,”

You flushed a deep red.

“Can I convince you to stay?” Njal teased but you could tell by the saddened smile he gave you that he was preparing to say goodbye. You were now tucked neatly against Thorin’s side and you were automatically relaxing, he felt like home and you were so very homesick. It took some effort to reach out and squeeze Njal’s hand as you looked to Thorin for confirmation.

“I think it’s time for me to go home,” You teared up and Njal fought his own emotions as Sigrid rubbed his bicep comfortingly while the rest of the inn buzzed around you.

You went to the room in which you had been staying, Thorin following a couple minutes later. “What did he say?” You asked over your shoulder as you tossed dresses and shawls into the singular bag you had taken when you had left your dwarf.

“That I am a dead dwarf if you ever show up at his inn again with tears in your eyes,” Thorin mused, grabbing a knickknack you had received from a happy go lucky patron some odd days ago. A clear stone, maybe a jem of some sort but nothing rare, that reflected the sun’s rays across your bedroom in fanficul patterns.

“I hope to visit, but I doubt that it will every be under the same circumstances from whence I arrived,” There was a question that settled between you and Thorin and he wasn’t foolish enough to miss it. Will this ever happen again? Can I trust that you are the dwarf I promised myself to?

Thorin settled his hands on you hips, stealing your attention away as he brushed his lips feather-light against your temple. “I too doubt that. Now let us go home , kidhuzurâl,” My mind and heart are clear and never again will I abandon you, my golden one.

You two would have the weeks long trip to fall in love again, to fight and to cry, to ask all the questions that had plagued you since parting, and to remember why you never wanted to part again. Despite what was bound to come, you looked into Thorin’s familiar and loving eyes.

The ill stranger that had taken root in his mind was gone. Finally, you were home.

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