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my king, my love - thorin oakenshield

pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x female reader

warnings: angst – a fight with thorin, fluff – sweet moments from thorin & smut – in a library, minors dni.

summary: in which y/n and thorin are courting each other, and though they live in the same kingdom, they have never felt more apart.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: as promised, here is the thorin oakenshield fic. I will forever be a thorin Oakenshield loving girl.

minors/ageless blogs dni.

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“All I’m asking for is some time with you. I barely see you anymore,” you express sadly.

Thorin is aware of his absence from your side, and while he wishes he could spend every waking moment with you, the kingdom requires his attention too.

“The kingdom is thriving under you rule. Since the war of the five armies you have not rested,” you say frustrated.

“Amrâlimê… please,” he pleads with you to understand.

You have been nothing but understanding to Thorin. He needed to put himself first.

“King Thorin, you’re needed for a discussion regarding the trade,” one of the kingdoms advisers said interrupting you and Thorin.

You look away in defeat, you knew he would go to the discussion regardless.

He stepped toward you, but you retreated.

“You should go,”

He can hear the defeat behind your words.

With one last look to you, he followed the dwarf.

“I thought after the war things would be better,” you tell Bofur as you help him in the kitchen.

“His just doing what he believes is right,” Bofur tries to reason.

“Hasn’t he been doing that since the beginning?” you ask sadly.

Bofur smiles at you sadly.

“I think we should bake a cake,” Bofur suggested, he was trying to make you feel better and knew your love of sweet treats.

“That’s a good idea,” you smiled at him and began to take out what you needed for baking.

“Just a little taste,” Thorin heard Kili’s voice echoed through the halls.

“You better not, I will wack you with this spoon,” he heard you threaten.

Growing curious at the commotion, he followed the source of the noise and came to the sight of you trying to pry Kili away from your mixing bowl.

“Hello uncle,” Kili greeted.

You grew tense at his words and took that as your chance to continue mixing.

“What’s happening here?” his question was directed at you, but Kili answered.

“Our dearest y/n here is baking. She refuses for me to have a taste of the batter,” Kili complains.

“You better stop worrying her before she really does wack you laddie,” Bofur chuckles as Kili swipes his finger into the batter.

You gasp and hit him upside the head.

“Ow,” he rubs his head but enjoys eating the batter.

Your eyes finally meet Thorin’s eyes which hold longing in them.

“Your majesty,” you greet him by bowing your head.

Everyone in the kitchen freezes.

Not once have you ever addressed Thorin as that, he always made it known that you were his equal.

“Everyone out now,”

Everyone exits immediately. Just as you’re about to do the same, Thorin’s grip on your arm stops you.

“Not you amrâlimê,”

When he knows the other dwarves are out of ear shot, he turns you towards him and settles his hands on your waist, pulling you to him.

“You know I see you as my equal,” he murmured and moved a few stray strands away from your face.

“I’m addressing you as what you are, our king,” you say with no emotion.

“Please don’t say it like that,” he says sadly.

“Like what?” you say sharply.

“Like that is all I am to you,” he shouts.

“Isn’t that what you are?” you ask stubbornly.

He signs tiredly.

“To everyone else, yes, but to you I am Thorin,” he leaned in and settled his forehead to yours.

You don’t say anything else to him. He finds comfort in the silence and having you close to him.

“I miss you,” you whisper.

“I’m right here,” he insists pulling away.

“Yes, but you’re not here,” you take his hand and settled it on your heart.

His own heart skips a beat.

“What are you saying?” he asked scared of what you might answer.

“It feels as though I am not bound to you, as though you’re not my other half,” your words break with a sob.

Only then did he realise that you were crying.

“I am and always will be yours,” he assures you.

You can’t take the overwhelming of emotions you are feeling, so you step away from Thorin for some space.

“My heart has belonged to you since the beginning,” he says further.

“No Thorin. Your heart belongs to the kingdom, and maybe I’m being selfish in saying this, but I have not felt your love as of late,”

Thorin is rendered speechless by your words.

You knew your words hurt him, but this all you’ve been feeling lately and Thorin needed to know if before it escalated to mahal knows that.

“I need to go. Excuse me,” you say wiping your tear and walking out of the kitchen.

Thorin stood there and knew what he needed to do.

It had been 3 days since you had been avoiding Thorin. You exited any room he stepped foot in and even used others as an excuse to avoid interacting with him.

“I never knew the kingdom had a library,” you say to Balin as he guided you through the old hallways.

“The library has not been used since the time Thorin’s grandfathers ruled,” the door to the library had an emblem of ancient Dwarfish words.

“I’ll let you explore it las,” Balin said respectfully bowing his head.

You thanked him as your ran your hand over the door.

Just by the sight of it, you knew it was made by non-other than the dwarves themselves. You had seen Thorin make many objects with the skills he attained.

You unconsciously reach for the courting bead occupying a braid in your hair. The very same one that Thorin made just for you.

With a sigh, you push the doors of the library open. It was dimly lit inside, but not enough for you to not be able to see.

The smell of vanilla surrounded you, the scent being your favourite.

You walk into the library and take in the sight of the shelves occupied with books that tell the many tales and history of dwarves, elves, men, and creatures alike.

As you linger along the bookshelves, the sound of shuffling captures your attention. You reached for the satchel around your waist and grab your dagger.

“Who is there?” you ask cautiously making your way toward the noise.

You hear the noise again. “Show yourself,” you demand.

Coming out with his hands raised in surrender is Thorin.

He is dressed in clothing he once wore in the blue mountain, not the royal attire that you found him in as of late.

You put your dagger away.

“Why didn’t you say it was you?” you ask annoyed.

“I wasn’t sure if you would want to be in my company,” he answers.

You gawk at him.

Is he serious?

That is the opposite of what you wanted.

“That is the last thing I would do,” you say and walk toward him.

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, in fact you had only been avoiding him to gain a clear thought process from the events of the days before.

He smiles in appreciation when you stand in front of him.

“What do you think of my attire?” he asked with a raise of a brow.

“Very handsome,” you reply in the same tone as his.

“I thought you would be busy,” you say to him curiously.

“It was about time Fili got some guidance in ruling the kingdom,” he casually states as he held his arm for you to take.

You loop in your arm in his and look to him questionably.

“I take it was no coincidence that Balin showed me the library then?” you ask.

“No. I asked him to bring you here. I know you find solace amongst books,” he answered and led you further into the library.

You walk past bookshelves and come in sight of a couch fitted for two, beside it a table with a candle and a few books.

“I thought it would be fitting for me to show you some of my favourite books,”

He motions toward the couch for you to sit, he takes a book from the table before joining you.

You watched him in awe as he flips through the pages.

He can feel your eyes on him but does his best to avoid making eye contact with you.

“This a story my mother would read me when I was little. Its about two dwarves who were in love but couldn’t be together due to their families’ differences,” he tells you.

You look down to the book and see that it has illustrations of the story. You run your fingers up and down the page, Thorin intwines his fingers with yours.

“Amrâlimê. Since the day my mother first read me this story, I made a promise to forever love the dwarf I would one day come to love,” he said finally meeting your eyes.

“Thorin-“ you’re cut off by Thorin.

“No. I need to say this,” he insists.

“I haven’t been true to my promise, and in the few days without you, it made me realise how easily I could lose my love,”

You shake your head at his words.

“Thorin, no matter the distance between us, I could never stop loving you. All I wanted was for you to take care of yourself,” you explain.

“I understand, but that does not take away from the fact that I have indeed been neglectful to you,” he leans forward, and you feel the tip of his nose touch yours.

You stare into his eyes, and they speak more words than you could ever verbally express.

He connects his lips to yours and pulls you impossibly closer to you.

You moan into the kiss when he makes you straddle him.

“‘miss you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“‘m right here,” you reply.

You pour all your emotions into the kiss, making sure Thorin is aware of just how much he means to you.

He hands roam your clothed body. When he goes to trail kisses down your neck, you come to your senses.

“Thorin, what if someone walks in,”

“They don’t know we’re here,” he states and goes to undo the lace at the back of your dress.

You could feel him harden beneath you.

“Been to long,” his words were becoming slurred on lust and love.

He easily undid the top of your dress and took time appreciating your breasts. You moan at the feeling of him teasing you.

He looks up at you in awe, never had he been so in love.

“I love you,” he says as he pulls back to look at you more.

“And I you,” you state.

He wraps an arm around your waist and moves so that he is above you and you lay beneath him. Your legs are secure around his waist.

“You’re addicting amrâlimê,” he lays kisses as he rids you of your skirt.

He takes the time to admire your beauty. Your chest rises from arousal and your lips are parted, craving to has his lips on yours.

He does quick work of taking off his own shirt and pants, the be as bare as you are.

“My love,” you announce as you reach for him. He smirks at your words and feels his pride rise.

You feel his cock brushing against your thigh and reach between the two of you to take hold of it, he hisses in reaction.

“Y/n,” he warns.

You rub the tip of his cock to your wet folds, coating his cock and make him moan in pleasure.

“Need to feel you,” he groans.

You align his cock with your entrance and move your hips forward, indicating for him to move as well. Thorin does not waste a moment. He puts all his body weight on you and fills you to the brim.

He swears in khuzdul under his breath, but does not hesitate to rock his hip forward, not leaving space between the two of you.

You are all but moaning in his ear and letting his know just how good he is making you feel.

“Thorin,” you plead.

“I know amrâlimê. I know,” he acknowledges your pouted lips and knitted brows.

He buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, feeling himself becoming intoxicated by you.

He knows you are close when he feels your nails scratching down his back.

“Yes amrâlimê, mark me as yours,” he encourages.

His words tip you over the edge, and your tightness makes him meet his moment. He kisses you through his orgasm and moans into your mouth.

All that can be heard in the quiet library is the sound of both of your laboured breathing.

“I want to marry you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Isn’t that the purpose of courting?” you ask with a chuckle.

He takes his cloak to cover the both of you as you cuddle on the couch. You cuddle into his check as his arms hold you close to him.

“I want there to be a wedding, soon,” he explains.

You peer at him in disbelief.

“You mean…”

“Yes, I mean that we should begin planning our wedding right away,” he chuckles at your expression.

“You mean it?” you ask.

“With every beat of my heart. I want to make you my queen.” He admits.

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htchnr · 30 days

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♰ i fell in love with a war ༻ THRANDUIL.*ೃ˚

➻ masterlist. ➻ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ non descriptive and vague smut at the start ⋆ NO HAPPY ENDING! ⋆ insinuation of one dying of a broken heart ⋆ mentions of war ⋆ mention of Haldir's death in Helm's Deep ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SONG ➻ a pearl , Mitski. (listening to the song while reading this will make it 10 times more heartbreaking, trust me!)

SUMMARY ➻ 'i fell in love with a war, and nobody told me it ended' — your marriage had become lifeless, years of his worrying over the troubles of battle, the threat of Sauron had grown, the border of the Woods closest had been weakened and good soldiers had been lost. so when he leaves for what he says is 'the last battle', you leave too. WC ➻ 1,9K.

it now feels bitter sweet, no longer could you feel the passion this one gave. your hands loosely hold onto his bare back as he moves against you, fingers no longer scratching up the length of his toned back, no longer gripping his broad shoulders. it had been many years since it had been that way.

you had felt him grow distant with the troubles of battle over the last few years. the threat of Sauron had grown, the border of the Woods closest had been weakened and good soldiers had been lost.

once you had felt sympathy for your king, once you had tried to bandage the damage up and nurse it back to the way it was. once.

a sharp thrust of his hips pulled you out of your bitter thoughts and back to reality, his head leaning against your shoulder as his body was pressed against yours. he was going to leave again. once more was he going to ride off to battle — one he said would be the final one, where they would finish Sauron's forces off for good.

you leaned your head back as he hit that sweet spot deep inside, you could not deny the physical pleasure from this, but the mental pleasure had been stripped away long ago. you felt him shudder, before finally finding his release.

his movements stilled as he spilled inside you, keeping this position for a little longer before inevitably pulling out and laying beside you. you closed your eyes and turned on your side, your back to him. "are you tired, my love?" his voice came and your chest contracted in a painful way.

you merely hummed, shifting your head against the pillow. you could feel something painful on his end as well. did he know? did he feel the same way?

it mattered little, you supposed, as you lay there. you closed your eyes and tried to reach a meditative state, for you to pass as sleeping. you laid there for a while, Thranduil stroking the ends of your hair. you were honestly a little surprised at the amount of time it took him to leave.

usually it did not take him long, he would call upon his close servant to get water for you and then leave himself. now, he stayed. long slender fingers stroking your hair as he lay beside you. maybe, you thought, he felt the same way. maybe he had realised how distant the pair of you had become, how lifeless your marriage turned.

you were not sure how long the two of you had laid there, only that you could hear the very first of the early morning birds through the tall skylight. you had always admired it, it felt fitting somehow that the king had such a thing in his quarters.

you were never quite sure where it led outside, for you it had always seemed a mystery as well as a possible security concern. though, you thought, if it had remained after the grand palace halls had been built, safety wouldn't be a concern.

almost trained as the guard's shift change, Thranduil got up. you felt his eyes on you, it truly felt as one last glance, you thought to yourself. as if he knew it too somehow. perhaps on his end, he was merely afraid of how the battle would end. maybe he had not felt how distant the pair of you had grown, maybe it was simply the fear of the result of the war.

something selfish inside you hoped it was not the war, that he had felt the rift between you two and was afraid of what awaited him when he returned from battle.

but the moment he stood from your shared bed that selfish part was squashed as you heard him pull on a robe and open the heavy doors of the room and leave. you had not heard a word to a guard or servant about anything, only the sound of the door shutting behind him.

you let out a sigh you had been holding for hours, the feeling of the long breath leaving your chest relieved you in a way. you sat up, pushing the satin coverlets off of you as you stood. you moved emotionlessly around the space as you dressed, gathering the last things of yours in an empty basket you had left in a corner a few weeks ago.

you moved to set the basket down by the door, only stopping when your eye caught sight of a piece of parchment on his large desk. you paused, brows furrowing in a twang of sadness as your eyes took in what was on the parchment — a sketch of you.

you took a deep breath and let out an even deeper breath, shaking your head as you set the basket down by the door. you walked over to the large elegant mirror near it, checking your appearance. you sighed as you moved closed to the mirror and grabbed your brush, brushing your hair and simply tucking it behind your ears before finding yourself content with your appearance.

you had to see the king and the army off. you wish it could say that it pained you, standing there amidst the Elder Council and the guards who would remain to guard the palace halls, watching him go — but you felt no different anymore. there had been a time when you would stand here with tears pricking at your eyes and an ache in your heart out of fear.

now you merely stood, head held high as the king gave a speech. you took note of your personal guard beside you, "are my things ready?" you muttered to him, and he confirmed. Thranduil's eyes found yours as he spoke to his people and you were surprised that the usually stoic king's eyes held more emotion than yours. you saw a twitch of his brow, perhaps a twitch of hurt that you seemed to be indifferent about his leave.

"good." you responded to your guard, keeping your eyes in front of you as your Thranduil finished his speech, preparing to leave. you were set to leave for your sister's home in Lothlórien as soon as the army was far enough out. the recent death of her husband Haldir had left her beyond broken and alone, yet completely surrounded by people.

you watched as the king and the army turned in sync, then marched out towards the gate at the forest's edge. you remained stood with the guards and members of the Elder Council until the army had passed through the gate and out of sight.

you let out a small breath of relief as everyone turned to return inside, you followed along with them until you parted to return back to your shared quarters to get the basket you left. your guard, Elfir took the basket from your hold and showed you to the stables where your things had been gathered into bags and attached to the saddle of your horse.

you walked with him down the winding halls, the same tall, high reaching halls you once dearly loved, now felt empty and uncared for as you walked through them. you reached the stables, Elfir putting the last things into a bag before securing it all.

you stepped towards your horse, holding the gentle creatures snout as you petted it. a heavy feeling had set in you now. a heavy, painful and definitive feeling that lay heavy on your chest. there was no going back once you had left. you leaned your head against your horse’s snout, your eyes closed.

“oh Elfir,” you sighed painfully. leaving turned out to pain you more than you thought it would. though, when you think about it, it’s leaving the people around you that pains you. you and Thranduil had long since departed, the marriage had been lifeless for years.

no, it was the farewell of people like Elfir, the kitchen staff you always praised so highly after every meal, the stable hand who always cared as deeply for your horse as you did. you lifted your head from your horse’s snout, opening your eyes again. “i am going to miss you dearly,” you spoke to Elfir.

he nodded, “i will miss you too, my queen.” a sad twinge to his voice as he watched the stable hand ready your horse.

though, as painfully sad as your departure was, it was equally freeing. no longer would you have to slowly wither away within your lifeless marriage, no longer would your heart slowly die each time you thought of you what you could’ve had each time you’d see him.

you could return to your beloved sister, care for her while she grieved, hold her and be there with her. sure, you had obviously had chances to see her, for she would visit you and you would visit her, but with the war you had not been permitted to leave the palace under any circumstance by Thranduil.

and a part of you had died everyday that you could not be with her. the plans of leaving had begun to heal that part inside you, slowly piecing it back together.

the road been dangerous, but with your guards at your side and the promise of being free and reunited with your sister it was much more bearable.

a part of you has wondered since that day you left, what Thranduil’s reaction was upon returning to the palace and finding you had left. you knew for certain he had made it through the battle and returned, as Elfir had sent a letter to you, and as you had asked, he had left out what the king’s reaction had been.

you hoped deep down that it would free him as well, to no longer be trapped in a lifeless marriage. to no longer be chained to one another by a surely suffocating responsibility of fulfilling his duty to you as your husband.

though, you knew that it would not free him. you knew that it would slowly drown him as time passed. he loved you deeply and dearly, a kind of love that doesn't come often. though the marriage had slowly died off, his undying love for you had not.

and you knew his love would never falter, no matter if it would be the end of him.

this turned out so much more strangely bitter and depressing at the end than i intended or expected 😭😭💔 and i will apologise with a fluffy fic I SWEAR 🥲🩷

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harrypoppinss · 8 months

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Empty promises

Kili Durin x afab!reader

Warnings: heavy angst, established relationship, mention of character death, pre BOTFA

Summary: With the battle closing in and Thorin fighting the dragon sickness, you seek comfort in your one.

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The past few days have been rough to say the least. You had successfully made it to Erebor, and it has been reclaimed by Thorin the only problem was that he had fallen into the same sickness that his grandfather had. The dragon sickness from the gold that was claimed by Smaug after the fall of Erebor all those years ago.

The Orcs were near, you had a feeling. Thankfully though, Kili had lived through getting a poisoned arrow in his thigh and he was now in Erebor with his brother and the others that had been comforting him through the incident. Now here you were, wandering the halls of Erebor in search for your one.

You had never known a castle to be so confusing until now, but luckily you had spotted your brown haired boy sitting along the gigantic hole in the wall, gazing out at the lost city of Dale. You walked up behind him, before gently taking a seat beside him and like clockwork, his hand found yours.

“How are you feeling my love?” You asked him, being his knuckles up to your lips as you kissed his hand softly before allowing it to fall into your lap, still grasping onto your own. Kili sighed as he moved closer to you, his head finding your shoulder as your head rested on his. “As well as I can,” he said in a soft tone, his gaze not wavering from the empty city infront of Erebor that used to be so full of life and love.

The two of you sat like that in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound reaching your ears was his gentle breathing and the sound of the crickets singing in the tall grass outside. As you gazed out into the landscape, you couldn’t help but let a feeling of pure fear wash over you. Soon you would all be fighting for you life against Azog and his troops for middle earth.

“Amrâlimê?” Kili said in a soft whisper, making you glance at him as he lifted his head off of your shoulder to meet your gaze. “Yes love?” You asked back, your free hand grasping his other one has your thumbs rubbed over his knuckles. His eyes fell to your hands before he lifted then back up to look at you. “Are you afraid to die?” He asked you, catching you off guard completely. You looked at him like he had grown two heads, he had just been on the brink of death with the arrow and he was asking you if you were afraid to die?

“Well…” you said as you looked back out into the now peaceful landscape that you knew would be filled with blood and death soon. Sighing softly you looked back at your lover, a sad expression covering your face. “I am,” you said after a moment, before you brought both of his hands to your lips this time, kissing his knuckles once more. “But, I’m more afraid of losing you to the hands of the Orcs.” You said as you dropped his hands back into your lap as his eyes scanned your face.

“Oh Amrâlimê,” he sighed with a soft smile as he saw the faint tears building in the backs of your eyes. He reached out, bringing you into his chest as his hand ran along your hair gently. You arms wrapped around his neck as you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, the tears fall from your eyes staining his shirt temporarily. “I will never leave you, not in death nor in glory,” Kili whispered to you softly. “I would rather spend a thousand lifetimes fighting for you than allowing myself to be taken away for you in such a way.” He finished, tears of his own spilling down his cheeks as he pulled away from the hug to rest his forehead against your own.

“Promise?” You croaked out, your eyes meeting his brown orbs as you watched the corners of the crinkle softly as he couldn’t help but allow a small smile to overtake his features. “I promise, in this lifetime and the next.” He said, before he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. If only he knew in the end, that the promise he made would have to wait until the next time you two meet again, until the next life when your souls will bound together as one again.

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Amrâlimê - My love; love of mine

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