What do you see?
Thorin pathed up and down in front of the large, closed door. He could hear her familiar giggling from inside. It filled him with warmth, but at the same time, cold fear made him freeze when he thought of the possibility of losing this sound.
There were two other, deeper voices coming through the door, but due to the thick wood, he wasn’t able to identify them. He guessed that it was Fili and Kili. His sister-sons had taken quite the liking to his hobbit.
“Uncle, what are you doing here?” asked a familiar voice from behind him.
“We thought you had an important meeting with the elf and the wizard?” Kili continued his older brother’s questioning.
“It’s none of your business,” he grumbled, continuing his pacing.
Abruptly, he stopped in his tracks, almost causing his nephews to run into him.
“If you are out here with me, who is it then in there with her?” he stared at the two princes, panic slightly creeping up his spine.
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Ghostly Visions (Thorin x Reader)
Day 7 of 13 Days of Spooky Writing Event!
Summary: His mind taken over by gold sickness Thorin begins to see the ghosts of all those he has lost.
A/N: Maybe I should have named this event me torturing Thorin with ghosts of dead family members
Word Count: 781
Warnings: death by beheading (grandfather), gold sickness, decay, ghosts (brother, father, grandfather), hallucinations,
The dragon sickness had fully taken hold of Thorin’s mind after that first night inside the walls of Erebor, you should have noticed the signs sooner, but you did not. The empty glistening halls of Erebor had a terrible haunting aura to them. Such tragedy had occurred within these walls and it seemed to echo through time like your footsteps on the stone floor. You slowly walked towards the throne room afraid of what state you would find Thorin in. Over the past few days Thorin would rarely let you out of his sight, he ensured you were within arms reach at all times. Early this morning you managed to slip away for a few hours to check on the rest of the Company, but now you were afraid to see how far his mind descended from the sickness in the time you had been gone.
As you approached the throne room you could hear Thorin screaming at someone from inside. Timidly you pushed open the massive door to see Thorin standing in front of his throne defensively yelling at someone who wasn’t there. You froze staring in shock from the doorway, worry for Thorin overrunning your entire body. You didn’t know what to do, how to help. You were afraid for him, and of losing him. Over the course of the quest you had fallen hard for the old dwarf king, you knew he most likely did not return your feelings, but you still could not bear to lose him, especially like this.
From across the room Thorin’s eyes locked with yours, relief flooding them. “Amralime!” He called beckoning you towards him, you wondered what that Khuzdul word could mean. As you neared him Thorin kept muttering to the air “be quiet” “That is not true”. When you were within a few feet of him Thorin launched at you startling you backwards. He grabbed your shoulders keeping you in place, then his hands moved to your face delicately touching your skin. “I feared you had gone,” He whispered. “I had thought you had become one of them.”
“One of who, Thorin?”
“Them,” His voice was filled with fear and dread as he pointed to the space he’d been yelling at before. “The ghosts. Right there, that is my Grandfather in the front holding his decaying head!”
“Thorin,” You whispered softly, trying to sound as calm and comforting as possible in the hope of easing Thorin’s mind. “There’s no one there.”
Bewilderment crossed Thorin’s face as he looked between you and the apparent ghosts. “Yes! They are! See there’s my brother to the left, and my father behind my grandfather!”
He continued to frantically point to the air pointing to different ghosts of his past that he was seeing. You took his face in your hands forcing him to look at you, his dwarven strength was greater than yours and tried to pull away before you began to speak. “Thorin, look at me.” He finally stopped struggling and stared at you calming down ever so slightly. It was the first time you could see the physical signs of the dragon sickness’ effect on him. He looked hollow and so very tired. His sunken eyes tried darting back to the place the ghosts were. “Thorin, look only at me, okay. There is nothing there. They cannot hurt you. You’re fine. You’re not your grandfather. You will be okay.”
“They are screaming of my failures, how I let them die, even now that I sit upon the throne without the arkenstone I am nothing.” His voice barely above a whisper and cracking as he spoke.
“Thorin listen to me. They are wrong. You have not failed in anything. You have done what no other in your family could. Even without the stone you sit on the throne and reclaimed your homeland. You are not at all a failure, and did not let them die. Do you understand me?”
The look in Thorin’s eyes said he wanted to argue with your words but seemed to think better of it, instead closing the small space between you and pressing his forehead against yours. Carefully you wrapped your arms around him, his body sank in closer to yours pulling you into the tightest hug of your life. You could barely breathe, but you did not mind, it felt wonderful and Thorin clearly needed it. He mumbled into you. “Their voices have stopped now.” You smiled against him. The room was silent for sometime, Thorin still had not relaxed his hold on you. “Do not leave again” It was a command yet his tone was soft and pleading. “The ghosts do not come when you are here.”
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“Amralime..if anything happens to me-”
“Thorin,” I tried to interrupt him, but he gave me a sigh as he placed both of his hands on my face, his thumbs tracing invisible circles on my cheeks.
“Let me say this…if anything happens to me, I need you to know that I love you with all my heart and I always will, no matter what…you are my one,Y/n/n,” as soon as he finished those words I placed my lips on his , after the kiss I moved my arms to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his forehead towards to mine.
“I love you too, Thorin..but nothing is going to happen to you, and do you know why?” Thorin let out a chuckle at my words, already knowing what I was going to say.
“I have always been there to save you, Thorin, that is not about to stop now,” and with that he pulled me into another quick kiss.
“We’re ready,” Kili shouted up to you as we pulled away from the kiss, we both sent a comforting smile to each other before joining the others.
Slight Time Skip
I stood alongside Dwalin, both of us fighting the orcs that just seemed to keep on coming at us. All I hoped for was that Bilbo had made it to Thorin..for I could see the fear on Dwalins face, mainly because I knew had a similar fear painted across my own face. One question frantically going around in my mind…would any of us see Thorin again..? The Orcs kept coming like waves on a beach, every time we’d think we had killed them all, another pack would attack us, we kept trying to move closer to where Thorin was but every time we were stopped.
“Thorin!” At the sound of his name, I instantly turned around and saw Thorin on the ice, Azog standing over him, the only thing stopping Azogs blade from going straight through Thorin was his own sword.
“Thorin!” Dwalin shouted again as he slit an Orcs throat. And then I saw it. I saw Azogs blade go into Thorins chest and I couldn’t help but let out a sob as I heard the loud groan that left Thorins lips. I tried to keep watching; but another wave Orcs had appeared-so Dwalin and I continued to fight-I did manage to catch a glimpse of Thorin on top of Azog; Thorins blade going straight through Azogs chest, relief washed over me as I realized he was okay, and that by some miracle, we’d won.
“Go, I can finish of the rest of them,” Confusion washed over my face as Dwalin said those words.
“Go and make sure Thorins alright,”
“Dwalin-,” I begun, but he just chuckled and shook his head.
“I think I know who Thorin would rather see out of the two of us,” and with that he lightly pushed me back, killing any Orc that came at him. So I ran towards Thorin, over all the rubble and Orc corpses and then I heard Bilbos voice, not that I could really make out what he was saying-relief washed over me knowing that Bilbo was also okay. But as I got closer to the two of them, I felt my heart break.
“Thorin..”I whispered under my breath as I ran towards Bilbo and Thorin.
“Y/n/n,” Bilbo whispered, looking up at me with tear filled eyes. Tentatively, I knelt down next to Thorin.
“Y/n/n,” Thorin said, a small a smile appearing across his lips; as a sob left mine.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, we won..”He cooed weakly.
“Yeah we did..now we’ve got to make you better,” I whispered, placing my hand carefully over his wound.
“It’s too late-”
“I won’t let you die,” I argued softly.
“Amralime..” he sighed, raising his hand to my face.
“It’s okay,” he continued, wiping away the tears that were falling freely from my eyes.
“I’ll always be with you…I love you..” and as he choked out those words I heard him let out one final breath; his hand falling from my face as his eyes stared up at the sky…that’s when I knew he was gone..
“Come back to me…please..please…come back to me..I don’t want to live a life where you’re not a part of it..” I sobbed into his chest..I knew he was gone, I knew he was never coming back..and that just made my heart hurt more…
Time Skip-A few evenings later
I couldn’t sleep, not that that was any surprise. Since Thorins death I’d barely slept at all. The memories of us filling my dreams; which slowly turned into nightmares as my mind made me re-live his death over and over again. I walked through the halls of Erebor, thinking how happy Thorin would’ve been to see his people back home; but as usual when I thought of him, I felt a dull ache in my heart. I hadn’t really spoken to anyone since that day either, in fact I tried to avoid everyone as much as I could…I was exhausted, everyone could see it, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind just couldn’t stop the memory from replaying in my head.
“You need to rest,” I heard a familiar voice say from behind me…I felt my heart skip a beat at the sound of the voice..at the sound of Thorins voice. I shook my head, knowing that this was some cruel trick my fatigued mind was playing on me.
“Amralime…” I heard the voice say, but I just shook my head again.
“This isn’t real..this isn’t real,” I whispered to myself, but before I could take another step forward I was halted by the sight that I saw. Thorin.
“Amralime…you need to rest;” he said, a concerned look written over his face,as he walked closer towards me.
“You are not real…you’re in my head…you’re my subconscious,” I muttered under my breath continuously; trying to persuade myself that he wasn’t real.
“Amralime…I told you I would always be with you,” Thorin began, by this point he was standing right in front of me..I felt my hand instinctively reach up to caress his face; letting my hope run away with me..but my hand just fell through face.
“I’m a ghost…amralime..you can’t touch me, but I’m here,” he whispered as I felt tears begin to run down my cheeks.I’d heard of ghosts in Middle Earth..but they were ancient tales, ones that no one ever really believed. They were myths and legends…I never believed them to be true..
“I wish I could hold you…I wish I could take away all the pain that you’re feeling, all the grief..”Thorin said solemnly.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you..” I sobbed, feeling the sadness wash over my body.
“You did save me..from so many things, so many times, you didn’t fail me…I love you-and that is something that’s never going to change..” he continued, his hand hovering over my cheek as I tried to remember his touch.
“But now…you need to look after yourself..you need to sleep, to rest, to enjoy life instead of being burdened with the grief that sits in your mind,” he whispered.
“I’ll wait for you, you’re my one…but you have a whole world to see and so many stories to tell..live your life for me..”he continued. I took a shaky breath as I looked directly in his eyes. He looked so real.
“Promise me you’ll do that for me..promise me you’ll live your life to the fullest,” I nodded my head slowly, still trying to work out if any of this was real or if it was all happening inside my head.
“I’ll always be with you…even if you can’t always see me..I love you,please remember that” he said quietly, and then in the blink of an eye he was gone.
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My new religion is teary-eyed Bilbo saying “to me, Thorin was… he was…” and then smiling, followers of other religions do not interact.
The line of Durin was especially vulnerable to the effects of gold/dragon sickness because of the dwarven Ring of Power worn by Thrain (passed to him by Thror?)
You ever think about the fact that Thorin probably fell into the dragonsickness as hard and as fast as he did because the Ring was with Bilbo, and that the fact that he probably trusted Bilbo singularly despite him being the group’s LITERAL BURGLAR was because he didnt even know the ring existed ergo all of its temptations and promise just probably came off as a neon Trust Me TM vibe
That shit took time for Thrór and it ain’t supposed to be sus that Thorin just suddenly dove headfirst?
Like WHAT is gonna speak more to someone susceptible to a family curse called GOLDSICKNESS, who’s endured a century of hardship and insecurity, and now has returned to find themselves unprepared to fight the literal calamity of the age for their homeland back than something golden that promises power and engenders murderous rage
Don’t come at me with this “it was his destiny to fall to what his forefathers did” bullshit I know it’s you Celeborn
Packing up to move and i found my old copy of The Hobbit!! As much as i love the new one i just got, this one holds a special place in my heart. I got it from the library at my old middle school, they were clearing out old classroom sets and i managed to grab one. It took me a few months to read for the first time but when i did i couldn’t put it down. This was the one i read to my little sister. I also tried to get my brothers to listen too but they were less interested.
It’s a small book, not much bigger than my hand, and it has that old book smell. This is a well loved copy and i was so heartbroken when i thought i lost it. I’m glad to have it back!!
So I have a headcanon about how the company was created (I actually wrote a ff based on it, but I don’t have enough time to translate it all, so I’ll just quickly describe it)
So, Thorin comes back from his journey, during which he met Gandalf. He gathers Dis, Dwalin and Balin in one room and explains the plan of taking Erebor back. Dwalin is in immediately (who is he to question his king’s ideas?), Balin decides to join to have an eye on both of them. Dis is like, keep my sons out of it, but Thorin says that Fili has to go, so no one could take the throne away from him when Thorin dies.
So the next day he tells Fili everything and Fili doesn’t want to disappoint Thorin, so he thanks him for the trust and starts to prepare, no questions asked.
The quest is going to be expensive, so Thorin wants to recruit some wealthy dwarves or at least encourage them to invest in it. And he is turned down by everyone ‘till he meets with Gloin. And he, being a patriot, is more than happy to help his king. More than that, he says that he’ll also make his brother, the healer, go with them, cuz the quest is going to be dangerous and they need someone to take card of their injures.
Gandalf said that he’ll find a burglar to steal the Arkenstone, but Thorin, being Thorin, doesn’t trust strangers. So he decides to recruit a dwarvish burglar, just in case the hobbit screws up. Dwalin tells him about this thief, Nori, who is now working in the main, as a punishment for stealing. They decide to make him an offer - going with them for cancelling his punishment. When they reach the main, the prisoners are having a break. Asked about Nori, the guards point at the dwarf with star-like hairstyle. But he’s not alone. His brothers are visiting him. When Thorin explains his offer Dori is like “He’s not coming”
“Shut up, Dori, I’m coming”
So they are arguing like that for a while and Dwalin and Thorin are getting more and more pissed and then Ori is like “Um, sorry, Master Thorin, sir, but can I come too?”
And Dori is about to shout at him too, but Thorin looks at him (you know, with THAT look) and he immediately shuts up.
“Are you loyal and honorable? Do you have a willing heart?” Thorin asks
“Then I’m glad you’re a part of the company”
Nori: I’m going too. I won’t spend any more day in this shithole than necessary. Suck it, Dori. Me and Ori are going to be rich
Dori: Like hell I’ll let you two go alone
Bifur, Bofur and Bombur actually show up on Thorin’s doorstep themselves. They were barely making the ends meet and having heard about the opportunity of getting rich and rising their social status they were like, ok, count us in.
Kili wants to go on a quest to prove himself, cuz the lack of a proper beard and his fascination with bows make him look like a village weirdo. He actually waits for Thorin to order him to join the Company, just like he did with Fili, but no such thing happenes. So he goes to Thorin and volunteers. Thorin explains why Fili has to go and that it’s the reason why Kili has to stay.
“Kili, I can’t let you go with us. If anything happens to me and Fili, you’re going to be the king”
“I doubt they’ll listen to me. The only reason they don’t laugh at me is beacuse I’m your nephew. Please, uncle, I want to show them I’m a real dwarf”
And finally, Thorin lets him.
And that kids, is how Thorin met his Company.