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Hero of your own fate

Chapter 10

A.N. - I got really into the lore while writing this chapter so I thought it would be interesting to talk about it with the dwarves. Plus how else am I supposed to tell Fili and Kili about guns 

Word count - 2,223

Pairings - Thorin x Fem!Reader

Warnings - war, death, mental illness, self doubt

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-Your POV-

It was a few hours before you decided to return to the company. Thorin made good on his word everyone was dressed in their proper attire and the troublesome two were on their best behaviour. He gave a gentle nod in your direction causing a fresh wave of red to flush your face. Kili looked like he was going to say something but was rather aggressively elbowed by Dwalin before a single syllable left his lips.  

“Did ye find anything good to read in the library lass?” Dwalin asked as you took your place on your bedroll. He was looking for a way to keep conversation away from what happened earlier.

“Not really most of it was in Sindarin which isn't really helpful when you’ve only heard a few words spoken.” You shrugged.  

“Typical elves.” Fili grumbled causing the rest of the dwarves to mumble in agreement. Bifur took this moment to pass you a plate of something.  

“Ablâg” he gestured moving his hand to his mouth. The plate was full of a collection of meats and cheeses and some bread. The food had gone quite cold but you didn’t mind. Apparently, the elves had delivered food to the company instead of summoning you all to dine together while you were away.  

“Thank you, Bifur.” You smiled at the friendly dwarf. “Lord Elrond was kind enough to teach me some of his history when he found me staring at one of the murals. It just seems so amazing that you have confirmation of your creators and nobody thought to tell me Gandalf is a lesser-god.” At this the company looked at you confused. Every single one of them. It felt like their eyes were staring into your soul. “Did you lot not know he was a Miar?” It took a few moments before anyone responded.  

“Aye. That we knew” Gloin finally chimed in. “What do you mean confirmation of our creators?”  

“Lord Elrond said that Eru created elves and men, one awakening with the stars and the other when the sun was created. He also said that Dwarves were created by Aulë and you slumbered deep underground until after the Elves awakened during the age of stars. He also said that these Valar live in the Undying Lands and something about the elves being able to cross the sea to reach Valinor.” Not a single member of the company had looked in another direction since you began speaking. Even Bombur had stopped chewing whatever he was eating at that particular moment. Anxiety hit you like a ton of bricks. You had started so confident but now it felt like you were talking nonsense. “I think that’s what he said.”

“Lass did your parents not teach you this when you were little?” Bofur spluttered out, tack never had been his strong suit. Gandalf took this moment to finally interrupt the conversation with his arrival. He had an uncanny knack for interrupting conversations precisely when they needed him.  

“It would have been hard for them to seeing as they wouldn’t know it themselves” Gandalf cut in. “Our y/n is not of our world master dwarf. She comes from a land very different from this one. A world untouched by Eru himself. A world without great evil but full of selfishness and greed.”  

“But who made you and your kin?” Fili directed the questioning back to you. There was a hum of agreement from all of the dwarves except Thorin, who once again refused to look in your direction. You glanced at Gandalf for more help but the wizard had already made himself comfy puffing away on his pipe.  

“Well, we don’t really know.” Everyone seemed thoroughly dissatisfied by that answer. “We have theories and dozens of religions but mainly people decide based on the information available, what aligns with their moral compass as well as how and where they were raised. It varies from person to person especially in the modern era where science tells us more about our past than ever before and people are less likely to be persecuted for their beliefs.” That answer seemed to satisfy the majority of the company.  

A select few wanted to know more. Fili, Kili, Ori, Bofur, Oin, and Bilbo all got up to sit near you to find out more. Ori brought his book and wanted to write everything you said down, it almost seemed like a fantasy story to him. Oin wanted to know everything about the scientific advancements especially in terms of medical treatments. Not that you were very knowledgeable in that subject but you knew some basic first aid which you told him. He was very happy to hear that and quickly recruited you to be an apprentice healer for the company. To you that meant so much, you were no longer useless, you had a purpose on this quest. Maybe Thorin wouldn’t consider you a burden anymore. The others mainly enjoyed hearing stories from another world especially the technology.  

-Thorin’s POV-  

The moment Gandalf had said “untouched by Eru” Thorin’s heart dropped. If your existence was not influenced by one of the creators then there is no way Mahal could have made you Thorin’s one. It would be impossible. Yet Thorin couldn’t deny the way he felt about you. It was nothing like he had ever experienced before. I was like there was a physical tie attaching the two of you. He dreamt of your beauty. He wanted to be close by at all times, to share in your happiness. He wanted to protect you, to keep you safe and healthy. He wanted you to want him. No, it wasn’t a want it was a need for those things. He felt the same way that Dis had mentioned feeling when she first met Vili. He was so sure that you were his one that he would have bet all of the gold in Erebor on it and yet here he was.  

Every mention of your world stung. He hoped the quiet chatter would drown it out, take his mind away from the mysterious girl who had enchanted him. Yet his nephew seemed insistent on learning more about the weaponry from your world and the things you called guns. In different circumstances he would have loved to learn about ways to better protect his people yet now he just couldn’t stomach it.  

With everyone occupied Thorin to the opportunity to leave. He waited until he was out of earshot before he began cursing Mahal. To Thorin it seemed he had been cursed with only misery and pain in his life. It had been far too many years since to joy of his youth, with his whole family around him. Before the dragon sickness tormented his grandfather, before Smaug killed his mother and took Erebor, before the battle of Azanulbizar took three generations of his family from him. He had no time to grieve, he had to look after his young sister and lead his people to prosperity. To work hard, to provide, to make a better life. Now that his end goal seemed within reach it seemed Mahal had taken it upon himself to land another blow by making his one a woman who can’t possibly have him as her one. To him it seemed unnecessarily cruel.  

Thorin was unsure how long he had been aimlessly wandering lost in his thoughts. It was now late into the evening with the stars high in the sky. From a small flicker of light, a woody smell, and the sound of cheer he could tell the company had decided to have a late supper though where they got the food he did not know. One of them must have found the location of the kitchen. Likely the hobbit, even Thorin had to admit Bilbo could find food even in a mine, he could give Bombur a run for his money.  

He settled on a balcony overlooking Rivendell just around the corner from the rather jovial group. Thorin wasn’t sure if he could face you just yet, the fact that you were nervous around him seemed to be a blessing in disguise. It wasn’t long before his peace and quiet was disturbed, Bilbo had stumbled upon his place of solitude. Though it seemed the hobbit hadn't realised that just yet.  

“The throne of Erebor is Thorin’s birth right. What is it you fear?” Thorin knew the elf doubted them the moment he learned of the quest. Gandalf should know it would be no use reasoning with an elf. They sought to stop the dwarves becoming great hubs of power at every opportunity they could. Erebor was the mightiest kingdom of them all and it would be again if the quest was successful. Thorin took a step forward focussing on the conversation, causing Bilbo to become aware of his presence.

“Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind. His father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?” It seemed that Mahal hadn’t wounded Thorin enough that night. Thorin shared those doubts though he would never tell a soul, yet to hear another voice those concerns cut deeper than any physical wound. After all he had done, after everything he achieved for his people his reputation revolved around his grandfather's illness.  

“Oi people can hear you!” Came a shout from the balcony below. “If you’re going to talk about people at least go where they can’t hear you.”  

-Your POV-  

You had been looking for Bilbo to offer him another plate before Bombur took it. You found him quickly and noticed Thorin was with him. Both looking out over the city of waterfalls. It wasn’t until you followed their gaze did you notice Lord Elrond and Gandalf talking below. The moment you heard the wizard mention Thorin the noise of the company seemed to fall away, you were shocked to hear of Elrond’s doubts. Especially since they were being expressed out in the open. Your opinion on the pair immediately flipped and in that moment you felt you understood why the dwarves hated elves so much.  

Your mouth worked faster than your brain. Before you knew it you had shouted at your host but in your anger you felt no shame. The pair hurried off together into a room out of sight. When your attention returned to Bilbo and Thorin you saw only a shocked hobbit and a heartbroken dwarf at the top of the stairs.

“They had no right to say those things about you Thorin” This was the first moment you had seen a hint of weakness in the dwarf king. They had clearly struck a nerve.  

“They had every right.” There was no anger in his voice only sadness. You felt his pain and it cut deep. You wanted to hold him to let him voice his troubles. To help lighten the weight of all that he carries yet you held back. Why would a king trust you, you knew he doubted you and your motives but you could not bring yourself to leave him like this. Slowly you made your way up to the balcony and took your place besides Bilbo leaning against the railings.  

“I see there’s a stigma around mental illness here too. I wish people would realise that its nothing to be ashamed of.” You sighed likely realising what you were saying was falling on deaf ears. “I don’t know what happened to your grandfather or father but you can't fear what hasn’t happened yet. If you do then the anxiety spirals out of control until you can no longer get out of bed.” You didn’t dare look at either of them. What had started with you trying to be reassuring had begun turning into a type of therapy for you. “It ran in my family too and I know how much it sucks knowing that all the sadness and worry is coded into your genes but its better knowing and being prepared. I can guarantee every single one of those dwarves down there will help and support you if or when you need them”  

You finally decided to turn to Thorin and look him straight in the eyes. It was a bold move and you knew it but you needed to covey how important this was to you. His gaze lacked his usual intensiveness but he did not look away. “You cannot let fear hold you back.” He seemed to be grateful for those words. He gave you a small nod and sighed.  

“Then we must leave before they can stop us!” It was only then you were able to look away. The strong self-assured dwarf king was back. “Bilbo take a few dwarves and head to the kitchens. Take foods that will last us on the road. I do not know when we will get an opportunity like this again. Be quick but stay out of view. Y/n start gathering your things. It might be worth changing back into your travelling clothes.” He motioned to the elven dress you were still wearing. Your clothes should be dry enough now that changing wouldn’t be an issue. “We must make haste if we are to be gone by the time the sun rises.”

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Ablâg - food 

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Imagine expressions on company’s faces, when in the morning they discover you sleeping on Thorin’s big, warm chest in blissful embrace.

Fandom: The Hobbit  Pairing: Reader x Thorin Words: 1,402 Note from Author: So, this is my first reader insert and I feel like I should say that I didn't really expect this drabble to be this long. Haha! I got super nervous about mixing up the point of views, so forgive me if there's anything needing correcting! This drabble was based on the imaginexhobbit anon request that you can find Here. Besides that, I hope you enjoy this, my lovelies! ~x~ You're backside ached as it knocked repeatedly against the saddle which was set atop on the pony you were riding. The constant trotting of the pony seemed sometimes to lull you almost to sleep, and then having someone from the Company shake you until you woke from your dozing off. But today you didn't feel exhausted as you usually would. Last night you had an unusually good sleep as you had lain down against the tree and had fallen asleep to one of Bofur's humorous stories, even with the eruption of laughter, you managed to drift into a peaceful slumber.  You, the dwarves and your dear friend Bilbo Baggins, had been travelling non-stop for the day, taking breaks only for food and water. You let out a sigh of relief as you heard the deep-voiced call of Thorin saying to make camp atop a hill just ahead.

As you sat down heavily against the grass, you adjusted yourself so that you're back was resting against the rough log of a tree whilst Dwalin prepared a fire. The sun had set merely minutes ago, and with the sinking golden glow, the dwarves were preparing their bedrolls. You giggled at the sight of Fili and Kili arguing over which spot was theirs. By the time they had settled down, Dwalin had finished the fire and was now snoring away in his roll. The only people who seemed to sleep soundly in this company; was dear Mr. Baggins and yourself. You turned to your right, glad to see Biblo snuggled against his backpack, the only sound coming from him was the light breathing of a sleeping Hobbit. You faced towards the edge of the hill, where Thorin was keeping watch over the camp. You hadn't realized it until two weeks ago, but you had suddenly grown feelings for the Dwarvish King. Of course, when you had first met him in Bag End, it wasn't the greatest of first impressions. You were a Hobbit, living in the cozy homes of Hobbiton. You would visit Bilbo daily, would read and take walks with your friend. You were over for supper when the Dwarves came unexpectedly and you had been greeted by Thorin with just a low huff. Of course, he was hardly different now. Stubborn and cold; but you would always seem to lighten him up. If you were lucky, you would be able to earn a small smile from The King if you'd tell a joke to The Company. Of course, you never expected him to return your feelings, so you kept it to yourself. But that didn't stop you now from approaching him and sitting down next to him on his bedroll. "You should be asleep" He mumbled, not taking his eyes from the scenery in front of him. Before you could reply, Fili was behind Thorin. "I'll take watch now, Uncle. You need your rest". Thorin didn't protest and moved his bedroll down near yours. As you returned too to your spot, it seemed like hours as you lay there, staring up at the sky and occasionally stealing glances at him. Sure, he was rude at most times. But he was surely breathtaking to look at. You glanced around you nervously, making sure that no one was looking. Slowly and quietly, you shuffled closer to him- so that you were only inches away. "I can hear you" His low voice was only a whisper and it made your heart race. "I- uh.. I couldn't sleep" You stumbled over words before mentally slapping yourself in the face. Thorin shifted over on his side, looking down at you, his eyes shining as the fire gave off a golden glow that outlined his features. "(Y/N)... may I ask you something?" He said, his mouth planted in a straight line. You nodded softly, before he continued. "Why did you come with us? You know well enough of the risk, that could end up costing your life. Is Mr.Baggins that important to you?" He said it softly, not meaning it to be rude. You glanced at him for a moment, searching for the correct words. "Well, he is my dearest friend. I would refuse to let him have all the fun, anyways" You grinned. You looked at Thorin under your lashes and could've sworn you saw him smile with some unknown emotion that you couldn't detect. What you didn't know that Thorin did return the same feelings that you held for him. Of course, it would be entirely inappropriate. A king to court a lowly Hobbit. But, that couldn't stop him from his longing to be with you. He cherished your light-hearted jokes and conversations with the dwarves and enjoyed every moment of your company. You brought out the sides of him that no one else could; and for that he loved you so. "Plus, I'm sure it's good for me" You added quickly. "But you haven't any training with weapons" Thorin's face came back to it's usual serious expression, his eyebrows furrowed. "I'll get some training. We have some of the finest warriors in all of Middle Earth" You gestured a small hand-wave towards the dwarves, causing you both to laugh in a hushed-manner, aware of Fili still standing guard. "I did urge you to leave. Tried even forcing you. Yet you were still stubborn enough to stay" Thorin laughed softly before continuing "It surprised me. Not many stand up to me often" He raised a brow as you shot him a cocky smile. "I'll try to make myself useful for this Company. I shall try my best to stray from being a burden" You sighed with a sense of promise in your tone. Before he could reply, a sudden rush of cold blew across your shoulders, making you shiver. You hadn't noticed the cold before, perhaps it was because you were too busy in thought. Muffled shuffling got your attention as you looked back up to Thorin, who had slipped off his fur coat and now draped it across your shoulders. Your face flushed crimson as you glanced at the King and then smiled a small smile gratefully, snuggling slightly against the warmth of the fur. It smelt of wilderness. It also smelt like sweat and the musty smell of fur; of course, but the scent of the wild and Thorin overtook the smells of the must. "Don't want you to catch a cold, now" Thorin whispered soothingly, and put his hand atop your head, stroking your hair softly. You leaned ever so slightly into his touch and snuggled closer, your eyes becoming heavy. You fell asleep to Thorin by your side and his calloused hand resting on your cheek. ~x~ "Oh my goodness.." "Shh, be quiet, Nori!" "Fili, don't push me!" "Thorin! What are yer' doing?" Bofur called out in the crisp morning air as the dwarves looked down at the sight before them. You woke to the loud-ness of Bofur's call and was soon alarmed by the fact that all the dwarves and hobbit stood around you and Thorin, shocked and stunned expressions plastered on their faces. All except for Fili and Kili. Their faces hung smirks of knowing. You looked around you and soon understood why they were staring. Your head was lying on his chest, his warmth radiating on your face. Your arm slung across his torso whilst his arms had you pulled against him. One of his legs was rested on top of yours. His nose was against the top of your head and you felt his breathing quicken as he too had woken. "Good mornin', you too!" Fili poked you in the side of you head and you quickly backed away from Thorin, both of your faces flushed red with embarrassment. "Soo, how was last night?" Kili chimed in, grinning from ear to ear. You and Thorin exchanged looks. "I- we.. uh. I mean- we didn't-" He fumbled frantically for an explanation, although the dwarves would hear none of it. Most The Company then burst into laughter, some, though, still in shock of the sight in front of them. As they all stumbled off, panting from laughter, they turned to the fire to see what Bilbo had been cooking that morning, their bellies rumbling for food. You and Thorin looked at one another again, eyes locking with eachothers'. It wasn't long before both of you wore the same small smile.

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[kibleedibleedoo]

The oneshot I lovingly call “Fuck you Thranduil”

Just a little oneshot that has been floating around my head for a few weeks. Its set after BOTFA where everyone lives / nobody dies (YAY) during the negotiations regarding reparations. 

Warnings - if you couldnt tell from the title it contains a few swear words, mentions of assault/abuse of power, mention of bloody death

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"Well, if you do not agree to our terms then the Arkenstone will remain in our possession."

"Listen here you pointy eared bastard! " Thorin raised a hand to silence his cousin, then brought it to his furrowed brow. The meeting continued to go around in circles, as it had the past few days, no side willing to budge on their demands and no concessions being made.

"I think it time we all took a break." Bard, ever the peacemaker, huffed.  He was already out of his chair and pouring himself another drink. Dain was all worked up and angling for a fight, which with guards and armies assembled would undoubtedly lead to another war leaving countless more dead.

"Amrâlimê, you have barely spoken work since talks began." Thorin turn to you stood next to his chair and kiss your hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to overstep the mark"

"I think we are well past that given the bickering that is occurring. If you would like I can have Dwalin go to back to the mountain, at least then one of us can have a reprieve."  he chuckled through a pain smile. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"No, it's okay." you smiled back. A flash of relief washed over Thorin's face. "Plus, I think I have an idea, but it is going to be umm well a bit insane, possibly a little dangerous, and it might make things a whole lot worse.  Do you trust me?" you whispered into his ear.

" Do I trust your judgement? Undoubtably! Your ability to keep yourself safe? Well, that is why we have a small army of guards overseeing the negotiations. If you think it will work, go at least put an end to this, then you have my blessing" Thorin whispered back.

"Excellent!" your hand reached up and caressed his face. As he turned his lips met yours. " if you'll excuse me, I just need to fetch something" you kissed him quickly then left.

"As I have said before, operations you are requesting at out of the question!" Thorin growled cutting Thranduil off. 

"Do you mind if I cut in?" you asked before Bard or Thranduil could begin again. Thorin smirked and ushered you forward. "My lords, I think it is important we address your request individually as our current approach is getting as nowhere. Lord Bard I hope you do not mind, but I will be addressing the elven king first.

"Very well" Bard seemed a bit taken aback for a moment that consented regardless.

"For my benefit could you please reiterate your demands Lord Thranduil?"

"The necklace made of jewels of Starlight, pay for my soldiers, and compensation for those lost defending the Mountain!" Thranduil snarled.

"and in exchange you will relinquish your claim on the Arkenstone?" Thranduil tilts his head in your direction, his smug way of agreeing. " brilliant!" you now turned your attention back to Thorin. " as part of my employment contract I am entitled to one fifthteenth of the treasure in Erebor, correct?

"Yes?" everyone was now looking in your direction, confusion plastered across their faces.

"Then I would like to claim this as part of my share" you gesture towards a very distinctive elvish box. " it was after all an item of treasure from within the mountain." Thorin leaned back in his chair, eager to see where you are going with this, while Thranduil’s expression flashes from shock to distain. Your attention now returns to the elven King. "It seems I am now the owner of this beautiful, jewelled necklace that you so desire and unfortunately for you I do not desire the Arkenstone nearly half as much as the dwarfs you were previously dealing with." Thranduil clenched his jaw, trying to keep his composure. He knew he had just lost the upper hand.  You knew the calmer you acted the more frustrated Thranduil would become. Afterall, the last time you had engaged the elven king have almost slit your throat trying to get information about the quest from Thorin and yourself. Now you all that scar with pride but still you held a grudge and would do anything to see that entitled elf brought down a peg or two. " Now from where I am standing, I do not see why you are entitled to anything you're requesting. See it was you who assembled your army against us. You were only caught up in the war because you marched on the mountain for selfish reasons!

"THOSE JEWELS BELONG TO THE ELVES!" Thranduil rose to his full height, likely as a means to intimidate you. However, though he was nearly twice, your size your rage was far greater. You would stand atop the table if you must, to show that Thranduil did not have the upper hand. 

"Those jewels belong to me! Regardless of who they belong to in the past after the dragon attacked, anything in that mountain belong to those brave enough to try and reclaim Erebor and since I am counted among those few these jewels on mine." a smirk crossed your face knowing that Thranduil was struggling to keep dignified. " now the deal on the table is these jewels for the Arkenstone."

"I cannot conduct such a trade. My men -----------” before he could even finish his sentence you cut Thranduil off.

"That is a pity. Oh well, I am sure this necklace will look lovely when I wear it to my wedding” you took the Jewels out of their box and drape them over your neck. " my love do you mind?" Wordlessly Thorin stood, brushed your hair to the side, fasten the necklace and placed a kiss with a gems of Starlight grazed your collarbone then sat back down. It seems he was enjoying how flustered Thranduil was becoming, and he did have to admit he did find it rather attractive when you took charge. “Thank you.” You once again switched your attention to another. “My Lord Dain, what do you think?”

“You look divine my lady.” This earned Dain a quick judging glance from Thorin, you were his one after all.

“Hmmmm I don't know, it doesn't sit quite right with my scar. “Your hand traced across the stones, feeling their position on your neck as you turned back to the elven king. “No, I think it would be better if we broke it apart for different jewellery. “

“YOU WILL NOT!” It seems that had caused Thranduil to finally snap. the tip of his sword was now firmly pressed against your throat. all had jumped into position. Dwarves, elves, and men all ready with swords drawn. worry exuded from Thorin however he trusted your calmness and held Dain back.

“Go ahead. Spill my blood all over your wife’s necklace. Did she die wearing it?” A single drop of blood landed on one of the sparkling stones. “Did her blood tarnish the jewels as mine now seems to?” You wiped the warm, sticky blood from the gems and tapped Thranduil’s sword to the side, which he lowered in shock. “Oh, did you not expect me to know the history and why you covet this piece of jewellery so much?“ No words were uttered, the entire tent was silent even Thranduil was speechless. “Now I repeat again, the Arkenstone for the necklace. Or I break it up piece by piece it's that simple.” You gave the elven king a sweet smile, but he said nothing “No? Okay. Thorin my dear, do you reckon it is possible to get one of these gems out with just a knife? or will I need a hammer? I want to do it personally you see.” You had already unclasped the necklace and held it firmly in your grasp.

“A knife should work on some of the smaller stones, aye” Concern had not left Thorin. At any point this could turn deadly. You are pressing buttons that even an orc dare not press. Still, he knew interrupting now would only lead to disaster.

“Great thank you.” You reached down to your boot and took a small knife from within, then placed the necklace on the table ready to take a stab at disassembling it.

“Wait!” Thranduil shouted drawing everyone's attention from you. “You have a deal!” He almost sounded defeated. Almost.

“I will give you this necklace and in exchange you and your army will leave this land. Agreed?”

“. . . . Agreed.“ Thranduil responded flatly.

“and the Arkenstone will be returned?”

“. . . . yes.” Bard and Thranduil exchanged a look but agreed nonetheless.

“Don't worry Bard, I still acknowledge your claim on the Arkenstone as well.” He gave you a slow nod of acknowledgement. “Then it's a deal!” Thranduil watched as you gently placed the necklace back into its box, then held out your hand to shake on the deal. Apparently, that was not how deals were usually ended in Middle Earth.

“Come, we should leave these accursed lands!” Thranduil took the box from the table and quickly turned on his heels, not even acknowledging the other Kings at the table.

“Oh! Thranduil” you called after the elven King. As he turned, you flung a single gold coin at him. “I'm feeling generous. Here, consider this a donation towards your troops.” He scowled and swiftly left, causing Dain to burst into bouts of uncontrolled laughter.

“Up yours! You gangly bugger!” Dane managed to pant out through laughter. Thorin looked at you full of love, pride, and bemusement. You moved across the room and sat on the table across from Bard. He looked vaguely terrified but concealed it well.

“Back in Laketown Thorin gave his word that the wealth of the mountain would be shared. Bilbo and I vouched for him.” Bard nodded, not entirely sure where you were going. Your calmness unnerving for all now. “If he does not keep his word it would reflect poorly on me. Now I cannot have that. You will receive enough gold to rebuild Dale and Laketown.” You quickly glanced at Thorin to ensure he wasn't already scowling. “Your people will be looked after through the winter and they will receive compensation for the dragon attack and the battle. Is this acceptable?”

“That is very generous my lady.” Thorin and Bard locked eyes. Thorin’s usual scowl had returned causing Bard to shift his attention back to you. You briefly returned Thorin’s scowl, letting him know this was happening whether he liked it or not.

“If the King doesn't keep up with payments please inform me. I will ensure everything is taken care of. I took the Liberty of bringing a chest so that you need not leave here empty handed.“ Bard gave you a quick bow and took the chest from one of the dwarven guards, leaving the Arkenstone behind on the table. Turning back to Thorin and Dain you could see they weren't nearly as happy as when Thranduil left.

“That was far more than I was willing to give, amrâlimê”

“When you failed to provide adequate compensation, you called my honour into question Thorin. Thorin looked slightly ashamed at your remark. “At least I earned you back the Arkenstone my love.” Since you weren't in a caring mood you took the opportunity to sit on your Kings lap.

“You were very impressive ghivâshelûh” Thorin tilted your chin up to inspect the wound on your neck. It was only minor. and required no further attention.

“Remind me not to get on the wrong side of the future Queen” Dain chuckled.

“You might have to remind me the same cousin.” Thorin smiled giving you a kiss.

  Translations

Amrâlimê – my love

Ghivâshelûh – my treasure of all treasures

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Hero of your own fate 7/?

Chapter 7 

Thorin x Reader 

Warnings - ambush attack

Summary - post trolls the company regroup and their luck gets worse. 

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-Reader’s POV-

 Once freed from the sacks you became painfully aware how dangerous that situation had been and how woefully unprepared you were for the dangers of the wilds. The only weapons you had access to were the ones that the rest of the company owned, and they weren’t too likely to give you one of theirs. It turns out dwarves are strangely protective of their weapons. Fili had only given you a dagger so that you didn’t need to go into battle unarmed, and he still expected it back when everything was safe again. You needed to arm yourself.

 “Come on lass.” Dwalin’s words snapped you out of your thoughts. It seemed the company was already moving on, or at least moving towards something. His large hand clapped on your back, nudging you forward. You had noticed the way the dwarves travelled, Dwalin tended to stay near the back keeping an eye out for stragglers when the company started moving again, while Thorin took the lead up the front. As you caught up to the rest of the company the stench became overwhelming. It was different from the musky smell of the company; you had gotten used to that smell not that you wouldn’t be grateful if you were all able to have a bath soon. The smell was like if a dirty farmyard made love to a garbage heap. Quite frankly vomit inducing. You had to cover your mouth and hold your nose to keep from gagging. It seemed the company had assembled in the troll cave. The smelly treasure filled troll cave.

 Golden treasures were strewn about, likely kept hidden purely by the revolting stench alone. You followed the others although your stomach protested. You did not know what treasures lay within, but this just might be the solution to your weapons problem.

 Some of the dwarves were already hoarding some of the treasure and starting to bury it, while Thorin and Gandalf were inspecting the weapons.

 “You could not wish for a finer blade Thorin Oakenshield.” It seemed something Thorin had said or done had irked Gandalf once more.

 “What are you supposed to look for in a blade?” you asked breaking up their silent stalemate. Both turned their attention to you, the scowl leaving neither of their faces. “it’s just. I um. I thought I should um arm myself with something just in case.” You squeaked. The expression softened on both men’s faces.

 “Size. Weight. Balance” Thorin uttered, sifting through the collection until he finds what he was looking for. He handed you a sword much smaller than the one he had claimed.

 “Elven blades are much lighter” Gandalf announced causing Thorin to scowl again.

 “Blades suited to beginners” Thorin snarled at Gandalf. His voice softened again “Let us get out of this wretched place.”

 Once out of the cave you were able to admire the blade Thorin had chosen for you. The metal shone in the morning light almost as if it were newly forged. Intricate swirls weaved from the tip to the handle. The sword itself was light, perfect for a beginner like yourself but still would deal a decent blow when used against an enemy. It was perfect. You belted the sheath around your waist and trudged back to the original campsite to pack up the few items you had previously laid out. You owned very little, so it was easy to pack it all into a single bag with some overflow items in your pockets.

 By the time you and a few of the dwarves, who had the sense to pack up their items, rejoined those by the cave a newcomer had joined the group. He was rather disheveled, covered in mud and droppings. He almost smelt as bad as the troll cave not nearly as overwhelming though. The mysterious man was engaged in a heated conversation with Gandalf although what they were discussing was as mysterious as the man giving the information.

 “Who is that?” You leaned close to Bofur nudging him, hoping the identity of the man wasn’t a mystery to everyone.

 “Another wizard. Radagast the Brown I think he said” He whispered back. The whole camp was silent trying to eavesdrop on the two wizards’ conversation. The silence was suddenly broken by a howl. For a moment you thought it was a wolf until you saw the creature it came from. The creature was quickly killed before it could pounce on any of the company.

 “Warg-scouts! Which means an orc pack is not far behind!” Thorin bellowed. At this the clearing became alive with activity. Each dwarf taking on a different responsibility to ensure we would be moving quickly. In all the well organised chaos you almost missed the argument Thorin and Gandalf erupted into once more, only catching Gandalf exclaiming we were being hunted.

 Your luck went from bad to worse. The ponies were gone. They bolted during the whole troll fiasco. Leaving your only hope to outrun the attackers. Something instinctual made you move closer to Thorin. You hoped the warrior king would be able to protect you. Radagast volunteered to draw the scouts off which should give you all a head start. Although where you would be running to you did not know.

 “Move!” Thorin commanded. At that the company began running for their lives across the rocky plains that led east. Occasionally you all took cover behind the boulders hoping to keep out of sight. However, wargs much like the wolves they sounded like, can pick up on a scent and the company were easy to track by smell. Soon one was atop the boulder everyone was hiding behind. Leaving the only option to kill it and its rider.

 The screams and screeches of pain as they were killed drew the attention away from Radagast and his rabbits. You were on the move again but soon you were surrounded on all sides. You stuck close to Thorin hoping his fighting skill would make up for your inability and you drew your new sword. Thorin pushed you more behind him as the dwarves take on a defensive circle. The inexperienced being silently ushered towards the center. Kili began shooting arrows trying to keep as much distance between the group and your attackers as possible, but there were just too many of them.

 “This way you fools!” Gandalf shouted popping his head up from behind a rock. With everything going on you hadn’t even noticed the wizard was missing. The company moved still in formation towards the secret passage Gandalf was hiding in. One by one you all slide down the large crack in the rock to safety. Thorin and Kili were the last to get to safety `they were cutting it close though. Seconds later a horn rang out and an orc fell down the secret entrance, an arrow piercing its chest leaving it dead.

 “Elves” Thorin muttered seething with hatred. It seems they had come to your rescue. Although the way Thorin acted made it seem like you had avoided one enemy only to be met with another one. It was decided that it would be best to follow the pathway which would keep the company hidden for the time being. Soon the pathway widened, and you were met with the sight of waterfalls and intricately carved buildings. Rivendell. It was stunning although Bilbo seemed to be the only one who agreed.

 Crossing a bridge, approaching the entrance to one of the larger buildings, the company was greeted by a tall dark-haired elf who introduced himself a Lindir.  Gandalf and the elf began speaking in a language unknown to you. You had gotten used to not knowing what was being said around you and the dwarves often relapsed into speaking in khuzdul when speaking to each other, but the dwarves took offense to this interaction. However, before they could react the horn you heard earlier sounded and you could hear dozens of sets of hooves approaching at a fast pace.

 “Ifridî bekâr!” Thorin shouted and once again the dwarves formed their protective circle, much tighter than before, forcing you and Bilbo to the center. Neither of you could see what was occurring but it seemed the elves had returned from slaying the remaining orcs.

 Another tall dark-haired elf, the one that Gandalf was hoping to speak to, had appeared. You could only guess that he was one of the riders. Once again, they began speaking elvish. Then he turned to greet Thorin. At this the defensive formation loosened a bit and the company relaxed a little. It seemed they were going to offer us a place to stay.

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A/N -  how cute Thorin give you a gift  The relationship is starting to develop both seem to be gravitating towards each other I wonder what will happen now they are in Rivendell

 Ifridî bekâr means ready weapons 

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Hero of your own Fate 6/?

Chapter 6

Warnings - violence, slow burn

Summary - The company stumble upon some trolls

Thorin x reader

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-Readers POV-

 Thorin began allocating roles to the dwarves to set up for the night but Gandalf did not seem to agree with the location. He seemed to disagree with the idea of camping here so much that an argument began between the King and the Wizard. You could not hear what the argument was about, but soon enough Gandalf stormed off and Thorin began braking orders at poor unsuspecting Bombur. Bilbo seemed to cling to the wizard more than any other member of the company as such was extremely concerned when the wizard just upped and left.

 “Don’t worry Bilbo he’ll be back; he wouldn’t just abandon us all because of a temper tantrum” Your remark earned a little chuckle from Bilbo and some of the surrounding dwarves. “Come let’s help set up camp. If we’re quick enough, we might be able to snag a spot closest to the fire��� You nudged the hobbit with your elbow. He agreed and followed as the whole company set up camp for the night. You thanked your lucky stars you got a spot by the fire. Feeling yourself already drying off you stuck by Bombur while he made supper for everyone. Another stew. Eating the same thing in day in and day out was becoming a bore but Bombur ever the talented chef was able to create new flavours thanks to the herbs and spices he had packed.

 Bombur served you first. You seemed to eat the least out of everyone in the company, partially due to appetite and partially because you weren’t the fondest of the food you were being given. You wouldn’t refuse a serving by any means but once the sting of hunger was gone it became harder to tolerate the taste. Bombur had noticed this and took it upon himself to ensure you were given the first and heartiest portion so that you at least got a serving knowing that others would beat you to second or thirds by the time you got up to get yourself a bowl. Bilbo wolfed his food down each and every night, after all he was used to at least twice the daily meals you were all having. He was still worrying about Gandalf but there was nothing the hobbit could do about the situation now.

 “Here, do us a favor: take this to the lads.” Bofur handed Bilbo two bowls and motioned his head in the direction of Fili and Kili who were still with the ponies. Bilbo sighed knowing he was missing out on seconds by doing this but Bofur hadn’t eaten yet, so it was only fair.

 The normal chatter round the fire resumed but as the minutes ticked by you noticed Bilbo hadn’t returned, he wasn’t one to miss a second helping especially as you had all come to learn that any food left after a 10 minute window of time was going to be gobbled up by Bombur in seconds. The two lads came running out from the cover of the trees.

 “You’re supposed to be with the ponies” grumbled a very much still angry Thorin.

 “Where’s Bilbo?” Bofur asked just finishing his meal.

 “Trolls had the ponies” Fili cried.

 “Bilbo’s with them” Kili finished concern dripping from his tone.

 At that everyone jumped. The camp became alive with dwarves finding their weapons. You and Ori looked at each other worry covering both your faces for neither of you possessed any useful weapons. Fili noticed this and handed you a relatively small blade, probably only a dagger which you knew meant you would have to use it in close range fighting if it came to it.

 -Thorin’s POV-

 Thorin’s mood had been stale since the moment you left the tavern. The argument with the wizard didn’t help but inside he was having his own internal battle. He knew the legends of the ‘one’ bond. He had even witnessed it himself with his sister, Dis, and her eventual husband. It was a bond which crossed class divides and could not be forced. It was an honor for Mahal to have given him a ‘one’ and yet he didn’t feel blessed. It seemed that Mahal had chosen this moment to distract him from the only quest that would make him worthy of being with his ‘one’ and having the respect of his people.

 He had been trying to avoid the problem by avoiding you directly. But the further away he got the more he ached to be close to you, to be beside you and be involved in your conversation and jokes that seemed to make the whole company grow fond of you so very quickly. It seemed Thorin lived for the fleeting glances and brushes as you squeezed by. Was it ungentlemanly for him to not move completely out of the way? Yes. Was he going to continue doing it so that he could occasionally feel your skin against his and smell the warm honey essence that made him wish that was the only scent in the world? Also yes. Especially since the smell of musky dwarf was all he seemed to be smelling these days.

 Thorin’s daydream was cut short as his nephews came running into camp, it seemed the company had a troll problem. If this was the issue Gandalf grumbled about earlier then that left Thorin even angrier at the wizard. He could have just stated the danger, instead he chose to abandon the company and leave them unprepared for the danger. Thorin grabbed his sword and looked over at you. You were brandishing one of Fili’s daggers.

 “Stay at the edge of the fray Y/N. but don’t let them get near you” Thorin barked, sounded harsher than he had intended. He could not lose you, he would protect you with his life if he had to. Still he had a small bit of faith that his nephews had been teaching you defense maneuvers so that you wouldn’t be a sitting duck in situations just like these.

 -Reader’s POV-

 The mission to attack the trolls and save Bilbo had not exactly gone to plan. Instead it seemed you would spend the night in a sack, in a pile of dwarves watching your newfound friends being roasted alive. Everyone was squirming and shouting. That was not how you wanted to die surrounded by noise in a smelly sack being kicked occasionally by multiple dwarves. You needed time to think, it was said trolls were slow and stupid, so they needed to be distracted and outwitted.

 “Never mind the seasoning; we ain’t got all night! Dawn ain’t far away, so let’s get a move on. I don’t fancy being turned to stone.” One of the trolls uttered.

 “So the sunlight kills them” you gasped under your breath. That means they only had to be delayed. It was summertime already, so the hours of darkness were limited, and it took the trolls a decent while piling you all up in preparation for their feast.

 It seemed Bilbo had a similar idea. He started trying to reason with the creatures, discussing cooking techniques. That hobbit sure knew his food. But him standing up to speak gave you a bit more wiggle room and you were finally able to shift the sack. You had a way to escape and with Bilbo providing a distraction you might be able to help the others as well. As silently as possible you shuffled deeper within the sack pulling the opening all the way over your head. Unbeknownst to you this earned some questioning looks from a few of the company, but most were distracted by the insults Bilbo was throwing their way. Now that your head was out of the way you were able to reach up and start untangling the knot that kept you trapped.

 You prayed with everything in you that you wouldn’t be seen. Your hopes were dashed when you felt something heavy move over you.

 “Hurry, I’m covering you from view” A deep voice rumbled close to you. It seemed that Thorin had noticed and decided to protect you from view with his own body. Soon the knot was untied on your own sack giving you the freedom to escape. The terrified selfish girl in you so desperately wanted to run but you knew you couldn’t abandon your friends. You shifted again so it appeared you were still bound but secretly you were moving about untying the dwarves you could.

 “Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf! Nice and crunchy.” One of the trolls exclaimed lifting Bombur off the ground, dangling him upside down. Out of the corner of your eye you see someone move in the shadows. Gandalf must have returned. You heaved a sigh of relief; with Gandalf aiding the dwarves you had freed the company just might be able to make it until morning.

 “Not--not that one, he--he’s infected!” Bilbo panicked shouting anything that would save Bombur from being eaten at that moment. “He’s got worms in his … tubes.” The troll chucked Bombur away in revulsion. It seems in the moment of distraction Thorin took it upon himself to prepare the second attack.

 “khazâd ai-mênu” Thorin shouts, the freed dwarves seem to explode out of the sacks, being quick to grab any weapon available. Though we were at a disadvantage it seemed as though things had been learned from the last attack. Everyone had to stay on the move, especially Bilbo, who had now been cut out of his sack.

 “Az-barum!” Bifur shouts grabbing your attention, throwing a spare blade to you. “Abod!” Bifur motions slashing in the direction of the dwarves on the spit. Your relationship with the Khuzdul speaking dwarf was not blossoming in the same way it was with the others but him using few phrases with you and having someone translate made it much easier for the both of you. You were pretty sure he was telling you to free them while the trolls were distracted. You took a deep breath before leaping over the fire and cutting at some of the ropes.

 “The dawn will take you all!” Gandalf shouted, distracting everyone from the ongoing battle. He struck the large boulder he was stood on with his staff. Splitting the stone in two and bathing the campground in morning light. You watched on as the trolls began writhing about, skin cracking and solidifying in the sunlight. Before your eyes these once living beings were now nothing more than stone statues.

  A/N - sorry this is a long one but we needed some grumpy Thorin and the reader developing relationships with the other dwarves. 

khazâd ai-mênu – the dwarves are upon you

Az-barum – mistress of men

Abod – strike

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