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y97dgu · 1 year
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more kid thorin! he likes to entertain his baby brother frerin in childish ways
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thorinsghivashel · 1 year
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Young Dwarf Prince Thorin son of Thrain...💙💙💙
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vee-vee-writes · 1 year
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I Need a Hero (Thorin x reader)
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A/N: Potentially going to make this into a series if people are interested. Also I have finished a part 2 to Floral Arrangements but I am stuck away from my usual PC so it will be a week or so until I get it up sorry.
You’d heard tales of a lost prince trapped within his mountain home, guarded by a fire breathing dragon. Legend said that the one to free Prince Durin would be blessed by Mahal himself to eternal happiness and all the other joys a dwarf could imagine. It was then of no surprise to you that the remining Dwarf Lords sent their sons and daughters to free the dwarven prince. None were successful and no word had been heard from them since.
What shocked you was your Lord’s command, sending you to try to recover the prince. You were a member of the royal guard, but you certainly weren’t the most notable of the guard by any means. Going would be a death sentence but refusing your Lord’s request was treason of the highest degree. With heavy reluctance you undertook the two-day journey to Erebor.
You found yourself at the foot of the mountain, wondering if this place would be your tomb. A cold stone mausoleum. With your mule tied down you made your way to the makeshift rickety wooden bridge up to the entrance. The original stone bridge and much of the entrance had fallen away, whether to time or the dragon’s rampage you were not sure. From the size of the hole in the entrance, you assumed that the dragon had smashed through it on the day of the siege. To survive this, you would have to have your guard up.
Creeping forward through the entrance you began to survey the interior entrance, looking for some sign of where you should go. Your Lord had shown you an old map of Erebor from during its heyday. Amongst the litter of broken stones, melted metal, and scattered skeletal bones you saw what looked to be a large stone sign laying amongst it. Scanning around you saw no sign of life. Taking this as a sign you stealthily crept over to read it. MARKET. THRONE ROOM. GREAT HALL. LIVING QUARTERS. ROYAL WING – were all marked out on the sign. Your mental map of the mountain layout was somewhat correct, you would need to head down the left-hand tunnel to the royal wing. The entrance to the wing was further back in the room,
Heading to the left wing you began climbing over a pile of rubble to get through the entrance. The material was like nothing you had ever felt before, firm underhand and unshifting. It was not until the pile moved, letting out a chuckle that made you freeze in place. “Of all the witless fools who have entered my mountain, never have I had one practically walk into my jaws” the pile puffed in amusement. Scrambling off to the other side and tumbling to your feet in the hallway of the beginning of the royal wing you began to run. “Flee, flee, run for your life, there is nowhere to hide from my fiery death.”
The pile had not been a pile at all but the great dragon Smaug who had cloaked himself in shadows. Looking over your shoulder as you fled you looked on in horror as the dragon began to force his body through the doorway, cracking the stone to fit his bulbous body through. Facing forward once again, you squeezed your eyes shut and mustered all the strength and will within yourself to continue faster without looking back, skidding around corners without slipping over.
After an eternity of running, you came before a door at the end of the long corridor. You heard the dragon in the distance behind you, wriggling its body down the corridor like a great wyrm. Not wanting to take the chance that he may catch you, you pushed the great oaken door open and slipped in.
The golden torch light took you off guard, you hadn’t expected to actually find the prince let alone find him by mistake. A large spacious suite was laid out before you, completely untouched by the devastation you’d seen in the entrance way. On one of the couches staring at you in awe was a dark haired and bearded dwarf of substantial build and handsome profile. You were unsure of what to say to him.
It was he who broke the silence, “Sixty-years. Sixty-years I have not seen another living soul though I have heard the echoes of their screams. Thank you, I am indebted to you. Who may I call my hero.” Smiling warmly at the young prince you answered his query, “I am (Y/N) of (Y/K/N). I was sent by my Lord to recover you your highness.” “(Y/N)” he tasted the syllables of your name on his tongue, “a noble name.” Never had you heard of a noble of your name but for the sake of argument you agreed, you would need the co-operation of the prince if the two of you were to survive.
“Tell me (Y/N)” he paused, “how did you slay the beast?” A loud grumbling roar reverberated on the stone surrounding the pair of you, the dragon neared. Thorin stared at your slacked jaw in disbelief. “You didn’t slay the dragon! The prophecy says you are supposed to slay the dragon before you rescue me” Thorin snapped, “no, no, no, this is all wrong.” “We don’t have time for this your highness. We have to go” you pleaded motioning to the window, "or do you want to be stuck here for another sixty years." Pulling his lips back in a snarl Thorin grunted, “you’ve given me no choice. What’s your plan?” “Where does this window lead?” you questioned. “The courtyard after the entrance. It was built to wow our foreign visitors.”
“Exactly where we need to be. If that doesn't work, we head for the secret tunnel. That's our escape. We just have to avoid the dragon until we reach it. I doubt he knows of its existence.” You mused. “Secret tunnel?” Thorin questioned doubtfully. “Mmhm. Built by Thror when he founded your mountain home and kept secret from all but his heir. I’m surprised that he never told you of it. Though I’m sure when it came time, Thrain would have told you all the Kingly secrets of this place” you affirmed to Thorin, “come now, enough talking. Let’s tie the sheets together and escape your stone prison.”
The two of you worked quickly together knotting sheets, cloak, and shirt alike to make a long enough chain to escape the tower. You scaled the tower first, checking for any sign of the dragon before beckoning the prince down. Neither of you dared call out for fear of alerting Smaug to your scheme. Instead, you crept into the airy silence, staying low to the ground out of fear of being spotted.
The longer the two of you crept in silence, the more worried the two of you grew. It was the clatter of golden coins bouncing off the stone floor beside you that shook the two of you. Simultaneously your eyes met the prince’s, both wide as dinner plates, before gazing up to the dragon's belly above you as he slunk through the castle.
The two of you lay prone on the floor mapping out the course the dragon was taking. Crawling close to Thorin you pressed in against his side and leaned over to whisper into his ear, "We follow the dragon. Keep low, keep quiet. It's heading in the direction we need to go." Thorin nodded in response and the two of you headed off, crawling after the dragon.
You crept like that for what felt like hours, scared even to breathe too loudly, and alerted the dragon to your presences. Finally, the dragon stopped just before the gate, staring out over the nearby land, likely surveying for the two of you. Thorin nudged you and gestured at a cove of rock that the two of you could cover in. With a firm nod the two of you made your way over and got comfy, waiting the dragon out. It would be easier to wait him out than it would to make for the hidden entrance now.
Though it seemed that Thorin didn't quite have the same idea. Instead, the darrow grabbed a huge hunk of broken rock, vaulting it as far as he could back into the entrance way before quickly hunkering in with you. Smaug's head snapped around to the source of the sound and he began to stalk across towards it. Neither of you had expected was for the dragon to pause before whipping around and breathing molten fire across the entrance way debris. With a satisfied smirk he turned back around and stomped down the hallway, disappearing around the corner into the darkness.
"What now" Thorin whispered harshly. "We could have waited him out" you grumped with a pointed look, "but now we have to find another way up and out around the fire." Thorin sighed with a defeated look and nodded, gesturing for you to take the lead. "Move as fast as you can while still being quiet. The last thing we want to do is tip the beast off to our location, he's already suspicious of us" you affirmed before taking the lead out towards the flaming gate.
You scanned frantically around the entrance looking for a way around the flame. Thorin gripped your shoulder, "focus." Drawing a deep breath, you narrowed your focus. Homing in on the wall you found an old half rusted chain fixed to one of the walls. "That's our way out come on."
A tug on the chain caused it to groan but it stayed fixed in place. Signaling upwards you spoke to Thorin, "You first. I'll stay down here and keep looking out as you climb." "Let me get this straight, you want me, the crown prince, to climb an old, rusted chain up a forty-foot wall hoping that a) I don't fall and b) that I don't get spotted by a fire breathing drake that you failed to kill" Thorin huffed. Smiling sarcastically, you answered, "exactly. Now unless you want to be stuck here even longer, get up the wall. Besides there's no guarantee that the chain will hold two of us."
Rolling his eyes at you Thorin begrudgingly took the chain and began scaling the wall. On edge you clenched your teeth, scanning for any sight of the scaly magot. Groaning of the chain caused your breath to catch in your throat. While you wanted the prince out of the mountain and safe, you hardly wanted to be stuck within the mountain crawling around looking for another way out while the dragon stalked around looking for you. You leaned tensely against the wall, begging your body and mind to calm themselves for the sake of your survival.
The familiar clink of a coin hitting the concrete shot you out of your thoughts, though this time it bounced and rolled to land off to your side. Frightenedly, you cast your eyes upwards only to find Thorin at the top of the wall trying to signal he was ready for you to make your way up.  Grabbing the chain you began the climb, hauling yourself up your limbs groaning as the tension was forcefully stretched out of them. Higher and higher you climbed, stopping only briefly to steady your grip on the vertical drop. All the time you stared upwards to the top of the wall, meeting the prince's anxious gaze.
Nearing the top Thorin reached an arm down to you, helping you over and up on the top of the exterior wall. The two of you smiled briefly at one another as he helped you up to your feet. You watched his face change as he looked out over the remains of Dale and the changed wilds. Most would have turned their noses up in horror, but Thorin gazed on in wonder, the edges of his mouth turning up into an appreciative smile. He hadn't seen the outside world since the Sack you realised. You knew it was only a small gesture, but you laid a comforting hand on his, stroking his palm gently. Thorin looked at you tenderly, taking in the touch of another being and the sight of your hand within his. "Welcome back to the world Thorin Durin."
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mrkida-art · 10 months
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Sketches of Dís from March that I never uploaded (oops) .
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Ok ok OK hear me out:
Fili is the crown prince, right? So while Thorin is still alive he is already involved TM into the whole politics and statecraft bs, but also somewhat 'the face's of the crown, the one actually walking through Erebor and talking with people and shit.
SO since Fili as we all know is a very considerate, kind being and his big-brother-instict has him sniffing out as soon as someone needs help, he of course will do All he can to help whoever is struggling.
An old grandma having trouble carrying her grocery bags? Fili carries them all on one arm, escorting her with the other right to her door, charming and flirting and treating her like A Lady and the old woman giggles and maybe pinches his cheeks and will always remember the lovely, good - hearted prince.
A fight between two boys in the market? Hell mediate immediately, getting the boys to befriend each other instead, and takes them home to their mother(s) telling them what great sons they have (the boys later admit to their mothers that the prince caught them fighting and their hearts just about MELT).
Some young guard in training, overconfident and failing at his first attempt? Fili will tell him all about his embarrassing first years of training while casually instructing him how to avoid this or that mistake. The lad later of COURSE tells his parents about how kind and supportive and everything the prince is.
So after some time, many many people have either themselves met Fili & experienced his helpful nature and kindness, or know someone who did.
And when some dickhead lord is trying to idk get a petition Fili or his family care for rejected, or sth like that, he just smiles and asks the lord to give his best to his mother/sister/grandma who he missed taking his tea with and is her leg healed by the way? And the lord just starts sweating because hell if he wants to risk the wrath of a dwarrowdam, let alone their mother/sister/grandma so yeah maybe Fìli's idea does have some merit after all he will reconsider it, no need to mention the whole thing at home!
And this is how Fili manages a friendly takeover of the council of Erebor destroying almost all opposition by just being his amazing self.
Now excuse me while I return to my writing block with my current fics.
Toodles!
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kaleidescopicmind · 1 month
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"If more people...valued home above gold, this world would be a merrier place."
Quote by: Thorin Oakenshield, The Hobbit: The Battle Of The Five Armies (2014)
Gif by: @firefoot22
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My love for this dwarf prince has grown more after revisiting this trilogy yet again...and recently also after finding myself reading fan fics of him (sorry not sorry) but his smile, I can't...breathe 😭
Also...
It's so sad that this quote rings true in our world today, if only...
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brujaporfavor · 2 months
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I'm a slut for pretty dudes with long hair.*
*Bonus points if they're dirtied up a little.
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thewarriorandtheking · 9 months
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Thorin spam 148 / ?
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ihobbit · 9 months
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Bilbo always dreamed of his Prince Charming. He even grew a huge pumpkin. He was waiting for the fairy godmother with a magic wand to appear so that the transport was ready. However, a wizard came with a staff. And the hobbit had to ride a pony. But all this is trifles, because the main thing is that the PRINCE still came for him!
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dvdeatr · 2 years
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i miss being able to feel normal about the media i consume
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stegogosaurus · 1 month
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hell is not other people, hell is trying to look up art of your ship on pinterest but one of them has dark hair and the other is blond so the site is visually looking up every pairing ever drawn with this color scheme, which is almost every pairing ever made. it's not even a question of not liking other ships I just don't know what to hyperfixate on first. im looking at everything bagel
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astolfocinema · 4 months
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Purple Rain (1984) --------------------- dir. Albert Magnoli cin. Donald E. Thorin cs. USA
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photogirl894 · 9 months
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At the request of my lovely bestie, @darthzero22 , who knows how to make things fun for me...a moodboard of all my favorite fictional crushes 🥰🥰
First of all...I clearly don't have a type at all...and by that, I mean I 100% have a freaking type!! 🤣😜 (It's all Aragorn's fault! He was my very first character crush when I was 6 years old and just became the template for all future faves!)
Let me tell you, this was SO much fun to put together cuz look at all of these hot and gorgeous men 😍 and these aren't even all of my fictional crushes! There's a couple others I could've included, but some didn't quite fit the quote I used lol but seriously, I love all these characters so much because not only are they good-looking, but they all are great in their own rights; in their selflessness, bravery, compassion, growth, dedication and steadfastness to their beliefs. They're great characters who inspire me as well as get my heart racing for multiple reasons! 🥰
Well, I'm gonna be staring at this one for a while...😅😁🥰
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Just realized something that might ruin your day {it most certainly ruined mine}, but if Thorin Oakenshield had to work lots of odd jobs to support himself and his people after Smaug destroyed and took Erebor, then prostitution might have been one of those many odd jobs. He was a desperate Dwarven prince, people would pay A LOT for someone so "exotic" 🥺🥺💀💀💔💔.
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yacrimago · 9 months
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Hi!!!! So i finally finished this piece! This one is a gift for @sunnyrosewritesstuff based on the plot bunnies that were in the poll a time ago. I tried with another brushes and textures, I hope you like it! I want to draw another one of the plot bunnies, but i still have to decide which one.
Here, in case you missed the poll :
The Raven Prince- Swan Princess AU; Thorin never gave much thought to his fiancé past how much he didn't want to have a fiancé, especially not this hobbit. However, after the mysterious death of the Shire Kingdom's monarchs and Bilbo's disappearance, Erebor is approached by a sorcerer who flexes his power and influence on Thorin. Now he's a raven and he must somehow save Bilbo, save his kingdom, and get his father's blessing before it's too late.
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