So, I have another idea for a Thorin! X Witch reader!
So if anyone would like to be tagged to the new idea just comment on this post! 😊
So, I have another idea for a Thorin! X Witch reader!
So if anyone would like to be tagged to the new idea just comment on this post! 😊
Just a reminder that these are only ideas.
If you would like to write these or take some of the ideas from these just tag me in whatever you write! You don’t have to write it exactly like the details, if you only like some of it, just use some of it and be creative. I would hate to take the creativeness away from the writer because of my description being to detailed
So this is my Thranduil x Thorin x Bilbo x Half Elf Reader!
Side note! If you would like to write this or take some often ideas from this just tag me in whatever you write! You don’t have to write it exactly like the details, if you only like some of it, just use some of it and be creative. I would hate to take the creativeness away from the writer because of my description being to detailed.
So this will be a AU! Where everyone lives! Plus, I know that Elves only love once and very deeply. But in this Thranduil has a suspension that reader is his soulmate but never done anything about it and married someone else.
So, reader was born in the Second Age, and had lived in Dale with both her parents. Her mother was an elf and her father a human. Gandalf had been a friend with readers mother for a very long time,before she was born, so he came over time to time to visit them. Reader saw Gandalf as family at this point. Readers father had been a fisherman and a blacksmith during the winter, so he would trade with the dwarves, and reader would go with him on some trips, which would often end up with them being on the outskirts of Mirkwood. Thranduil has seen reader from afar on multiple of occasions and had been interested in her. Years gave passed and reader has grown to a beautiful halfling, in human years she would be a young adult, but seeing on how she was an elf and human, she was still young but old enough to drink. One day, Smaug had attacked the town of Dale, devastating all of the townspeople. Well, Readers mother had given her a family heirloom, a elven circlet, something she would wear on her when she was wedded. Readers parents didn’t escape the wrath of Smaug. They perished in the fire, reader had survived. Only because Gandalf had been there to help her, per Reader’s mother’s request.
Since that day, Reader had become attached to Gandalf and began seeing him like a father figure. Of course, reader needed training so she could protect herself and had needed clothes , etc. So Gandalf had brought reader to Rivendale so she could train with Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel. Reader had seen how Gandalf and Lady Galadriel looked at each other and had thought they had liked each other so she would playfully tease Gandalf about said ordeal. Now, present day, in front of Bilbo’s hobbit hole door. She had read the symbol that Gandalf had put on the Hobbit’s door. Gandalf wouldn’t tell her where he was going, so Reader had taken if upon herself to follow him to the Shire. Reader was wearing a dress, with one of Gandalf’s cloaks.
( you don’t have to use the dresses I just thought it’d help with paint the picture. )
She had packed a bag with some other things like a few lore dresses( ones from above) and two elven warrior outfits she had gotten as a gift from Elrond and Gandalf.
( visuals to paint a picture )
What she wasn’t counting one was for someone to open the door, she was leaned up against it and had been listening in on the conversation. She fell to the floor with a thud and everyone had stopped what they were doing to stare at the reader. They didn’t know who she was or that she was elf, she had thick waving hair that reached her bum so her elf ears weren’t noticeable since she wore it down, no braids in it. That’s when Bilbo and Thorin had first met her, and they were in love at first sight. Reader gets up and brushes herself off. She greets the drawers shyly in dwarfish, face tinted pink with a blush. Then greets Bilbo, and of course the dwarves are a bit blushy as well at Bilbo but even though Thorin was smitten and a bit blushy he was a bit suspicious. Gandalf get angry because, he’s a very protective father figure to Reader and they end up having a chat. She ends up getting her way and is allowed to join them in their quest to reclaim Erebor. Of course they are suspicious and think a woman shouldn’t be on a quest like this so they underestimate her.
When the dwarves, hobbit, reader and Gandalf make it to the Mirkwood forest, reader becomes nervous due to Gandalf leaving. She follows the Dwarves plus one hobbit in the forest but she becomes lost, away from the company. Of course, she still continues on her venture through the woods, only to be stopped by Elven guards of the Mirkwood kingdom. She had been taken to the elven king, Thranduil. The first time he has seen her since that fateful day in Dale. He had began to feel suspicious of her trespassing in his domain. But didn’t expect her to be a halfling. So when she had revealed get elven ears, she wasn’t expecting the Company to be forced up behind her by guards, to see be seen by Thranduil. So, when Thorin had seen the elf ears, he had felt betrayed and had became upset because she never told him this and the fact that elf and dwarves don’t get along, and yet he had fallen in love with her. He was confused and angry so he just gave her the cold shoulder. While Bilbo was surprised nevertheless, but wasn’t as upset as Thorin. He didn’t mind but he was curious why she had kept it a secret. So Thorin and Bilbo had came to the conclusion that Gandalf hadn’t been her father. They were curious and when they heard her speak elvish as well, they were taken aback, Thranduil has been surprised to hear her speak it so fluently, then she had spoke to thorin and company, apologizing for not telling them. Of course, seeing her with the company made Thranduil mad and had thrown them into the holding Cells they had.
Now in Laketown, she had been given a change of clothes for her clothes needed a good cleaning, one of Bard’s children had given her a dress, ( maybe the black one) as a replacement while they tried to clean the company’s clothes.( I knew this doesn’t happen but let’s just say it does. ). Reader had one of her elven warrior outfits, the one that has the coat, which she had been happy about. So she finally had changed into it before they made their way to the lonely mountain. Bard let her keep the dress, so she did.
Then when Thranduil and Bard had cane to the mountain for their share of the riches, Bilbo and reader where sent off of the mountain, for Thorin didn’t trust her when he and been sick with the Dragon Sickness, so her and Bilbo had went straight to Gandalf, Thranduil has been welcoming to her and Bilbo. She had helped end fought side by side with Gandalf when the battle of the five armies had began. She had cuts and bruises but when she had been thrown against a concrete brick wall with such power, she had the wind knocked right out if her and fell to the ground with thud. Gandalf had tried to save her but had been blocked by an orc. So, maybe either of the three that had feelings for her, Thranduil/Thorin/Bilbo, comes to her rescue and kill the orc. Like maybe there can be three different endings one for each other the three, when it comes to saving her.
Pairing: Thorin x Fem!Reader
Summary: AU in which the daughter of a nobleman was running for her life after an orc attack, and after being welcomed under Gandalf’s wings, joins the quest to reconquer Erebor. Sort of.
Warinings: Mentions of violence and gore, a tiny bit sad.
Word Count: 2.353 words.
The earth beneath your feet was shaking and trembling, or perhaps it was your legs that were too spent from running in a desperate and unprepared sprint. Entering a crumbling house, you hide behind a wall, standing on a crouch to be able to take a peek on the outside from the window. Holding the machete tightly to your chest, your eyes sweeped the hiding place you chose looking for possible exits.
Sweat was running down your face, lingering at the eyebrows and making their way down. Your heart was beating as strong and fast as a drum, you could feel it in your chest, throat and the sound in your ears. Harsh breaths were coming out silently as you could manage. You were trembling. Exhausted, scared and hurt. Dirt was accumulating under your fingernails along with specs of blood that also tainted the green dress you wore, shoes and thighs, finer than many could ever wish for, had its beauty and delicacy ruined. You looked ruined.
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.
Hi, thank you for participating to the milestone event ✨🌻💛
I’m sorry for publishing this way later than expected, and I forgot to put the LOTR ship in this piece, I’m so sorry! I hope this is to your liking anyways ✨🌻💛
I ship you with…
At first I thought of Fili, but I think that Thorin would be the perfect match for you!
“Look, my love, we’re finally home!” you exclaimed, looking at the Lonely Mountain from afar “Just a few hours, and we will be able to get some well deserved rest and drink mead in our majestic halls!”.
Thorin was mesmerized by your positivity. It was something unexpected of you, as your idealistic and introspective character never changed.
But now, after months of travelling, after years of waiting for your safe return in your kingdom, you could finally take a breath of fresh air.
“Yes my love, we’re home now” Thorin reassured you, hugging you from behind “This is what we’ve been waiting for for over 60 years. It’s time to slay the dragon and take what it’s righteously ours”
But things couldn’t be that easy, couldn’t they? Things always go wrong, one way or another. We lose loved ones, things, relationships on the way, but we must look at what we get in the end. It’s something, at least. Something we must protect at all costs, now that we know what it’s worth.
Masquerade (Thorin x Reader)
Day 4 of 13 Days of Spooky Writing Event!
A/N: Thinking about this fic made Masquerade from Phantom of the opera get stuck in my head even though I haven’t heard the song in months.
Summary:Big Durin’s day celebration of a masquerade ball and trying to get the perfect costume.
Word Count: 1041
Warnings: none I think
It had been five years since Erebor had been reclaimed by the company and your husband Thorin took his rightful place as King Under the Mountain. This year a very large celebration Durin’s day was planned, the celebration would last three days and on the final night, the true Durin’s Day, a large masquerade ball was to be held. As the King and Queen your costumes for the ball had to be perfect and for weeks you thought and thought to no avail. It wasn’t until Roac flew into your private study one evening with a message and unintentionally the perfect costume idea.
Ravens were sacred to the Durin family line and to Erebor, therefore you and the Thorin would be attending as ravens, or at least the fashionable ball version of a raven. The next morning you went to various jewelers, mask makers, and seamstresses to commission your costumes. It took them over a fortnight to create the elegant costumes you had ordered. You had forbidden any of the workers from telling Thorin. He was growing exceedingly curious over the costumes you had planned but you would not budge in telling him. He kept creating schemes, even bringing Fili and Kili into the operation in order to discover the secret, but each time you discovered his plot.
It was finally Durin’s Day and all through the early afternoon festivities you could tell Thorin was looking forward to knowing what you had planned. When it came time to retire to your chambers to get ready Thorin nearly dragged you there.
“I never expected you to be so interested in outfits for a ball my dear,” You teased as you entered the bed chamber, where your costumes were laying across the bed inside satin bags.
“I would not be so interested if it were not for you keeping it a secret. You never keep secrets, my interest has merely peaked.”
“Mmm, very well. I suppose it will be rather impossible to keep the secret any longer.” You walked over carefully pulling your dress out of it’s bag. The dress was all black satin, with black feather sewn into the shoulders and down the sleeves that open widely at the wrist giving it the appearance of wings, the collar were trimmed with small amounts of deep blue thread. “We are to be ravens.”
“Ravens?” Thorin asked, lightly touching the feathers on your dress.
“You wear a raven crown daily, the line of Durin can speak to ravens, Roac himself was instrumental in the reclamation of the mountain and coordinating with Dain’s army from the Iron Hills. So yes, ravens.” You explain, while taking off your day dress and stepping into the raven one.
Thorin smiled at you and the bag with his costume. “It is a marvelous idea, amralime. The king and queen representing something sacred to us on such an occasion,” He mumbled the last sentence to himself, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Wait until you see the masks though. Our clothes are merely satin and feather but the masks are covered in jewels, mostly black diamonds and onyx.” You excitedly explain, carefully pulling each mask out of the bag. The face and eye parts of the mask are covered in short black feathers, with the eye holes lined with black diamonds, for the nose the mask protrudes outward to create a short beak covered in various black gemstones, to give it more dimension, and thick black linen ribbons to secure them. Thorin gawked at the two ornate raven masks before him, they were nearly identical to each other, the only noticeable differences were that his had a stronger brow decoration, and they were shaped slightly differently to better accommodate your face shapes. “When you’re done gawking would you lace me up please.” You teased your husband, and mentally patted yourself on the back for your idea.
Thorin’s clothes differed slightly from yours, his shirt and trousers were made out of high quality black linen, and he had a long black leather overcoat with feathers sewn into the shoulders and wide sleeves. Glancing in the mirror before heading to the ballroom you thought the two of you looked like the most elegant ravens in Arda.
The chatter of the ballroom filled all the surrounding halls, as nearly the whole of Erebor had gathered there. As king and queen the two of you were to arrive last and slowly walk through the ballroom greeting your guests to your thrones where Thorin would then announce the beginning of the ball and have the first dance with you.
The two of you stood outside the archway arms linked together waiting when you finally heard “King Thorin and Queen (y/n)!” Balin announced as the two of you stepped into the room which suddenly went silent and not in the usual way it did when the king or queen were announced. This was different and rather nerve wracking, making you tighten your grip on Thorin’s arm making him give you a reassuring smile.
You greeted the people as you walked, finally you had made it to the other side of the room. Dis was the last person to be greeted, she leaned in close and whispered, “Your costumes are perfect for such an anniversary.”
“Thank you,” You whispered back before finishing your walk to the thrones then standing to face the crowd hands linked prepared to dance.
“Thank you all who could be in attendance on this joyous Durin’s Day where we not only celebrate the New Year but also the fifth anniversary of the reclamation of Erebor, an event that, as your Queen reminded me today may not have happened without Roac the raven. Therefore we honor him this day through our costumes at this ball. Please enjoy yourselves, and let the ball commence.” Thorin announced to the crowd. In the distance you swore you could hear Roac’s happy squawk.
The moment he had finished speaking the band began to play and Thorin whisked you off onto the dance floor. Thorin was not the biggest fan of dancing but knew how much you enjoyed it. On this night he indulged you greatly, dancing with you well into the night and until you could dance no more.
As the others started to rest for a bit, Tilda, Bards eldest daughter handed them blankets much to their delight especially Bilbo who thanked her as he took a sip of tea. Y/n stayed near Kili offering any help but he promised her that he was alright. She sighed as she understood as Fili stayed with him offering him a hot beverage while the others stayed near the fireplace doing their best to stay warm. As Y/n wrapped the blanket over her so noticed Thorin looking out the window with a somewhat shocked expression. Y/n carefully walked up to him looking over his shoulder, an immediate look of surprise appeared on her face. Bilbo turned to see the both of them and couldn’t but be curious as to what they saw. He snuck a look and saw a crossbow type weapon across the house.
“You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”
Thorin looked at him for a moment and then looked back. Y/n sighed softly as she placed a hand on Thorin’s shoulder as she turned to look at Bilbo.
“That weapon was used back when the town was covered in flames. The day Smaug attacked.” She brought her attention back as she felt Thorin’s hand on top of hers. Balin this time spoke informing the young hobbit what happened in the city of men.
“The day that Smaug destroyed Dale. Girion, the Lord of the city, rallied his bowman to fire upon the beast.”
Y/n closed her eyes as once again as the telling’s that Balin told give a clear picture of they day they never forgot. The city in flames, as group of archers both dwarf and men shot at the terrifying beast
“But a dragon’s hide is tough, tougher than the strongest armor. Only a black arrow, fired from a wind-lance, could have pierced the dragon’s hide, and few of those arrows were ever made.”
Thorin this time spoke as he walked away from the window as Y/n hand fell to her side
“Had the aim of Men been true that day, much would have been different.”
Bard approached them with a curious look on his face.
“You speak as if you were there.”
“All dwarves know the tale.”
Thorin said in no mood to for small talk. Y/n watched as he walked away toward the others as Bard spoke once more crossing his arms.
“Then you would know that Girion hit the dragon. He loosened a scale under the left wing. One more shot and he would have killed the beast.”
Dwalin and the others simply laughed off what he said as Thorin strode up to him. Y/n could tell that the pleasantries were soon going to end, if you could call them that.
“You took our money. Where are the weapons?”
The others watched as Bard went down the stairs to the lower part of the house. As bard was collecting the weapons Y/n heard Thorin, Balin, Fili, and Kili talk quietly together.
“Tomorrow begins the last days of autumn.”
“Durin’s Day falls morn after next. We must reach the mountain before then.”
“And if we do not? If we fail to find the hidden door before that time?”
“Then this quest has been for nothing.”
Thorin crossed his arms with a clear look on anxiousness on his face as the sound of Bard returning from downstairs, quickly he laid a package on the table as the dwarves stood around it. He loosened the wrappings and to everyone’s dismay a couple of hand-made weapons. Y/n looked a bit perplexed as the other groaned in disgust at such terrible excuses for weapons. Y/n sighed as they continued to argue back and forth with each other. She couldn’t help but wonder if they would reach the mountain. Hopefully it was not too late. She watched as Bilbo walked away and sat down holding he blanket even closer. Y/n noticed his legs shivering and smiled to herself as she took her blanket off and placed it on his lap. Bilbo looked up at her.
“Oh I’m fine Y/n you really need it more than I.”
“It’s okay Bilbo honestly…I’m quite warm enough as it is.”
Bilbo smirked as he welcomed the warmth. Bilbo started wiggling his toes and started laughing to himself.
“Well that’s good. I can feel them.”
Y/n giggled at Bilbo as she enjoyed his company as the others argument grow a bit quieter as Balin pulled Thorin to the side speaking to him privately.
“Why not take what’s been offered and go? I’ve made do with less; so have you. I say we leave now.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Bard said as he helped his children in the kitchen turning away from the others
“What did you say!?” Dwalin said feeling a threat was coming from the man’s mouth
“There’s spies watching this house and probably every dock and wharf in the town. You must wait till nightfall.”
With that everyone sat down and started to settle in for the moment. Y/n watched as Bard walked out onto the porch. Y/n turned to Bilbo and spoke.
“I’ll be right back. I want to thank him properly.”
Bilbo simply nodded as she turned around and opened the door to the outside. Luckily no one was around to see her, at least for the time being.
“You shouldn’t be out here.”
“I know it will only be a moment. I simply wanted to thank you for helping us. I know dwarves are not the easiest company in the world.”
Bard smirked as he looked down at her. He only now had started to notice her silver hair and for a moment wanted to ask about but he did not want to pry.
“I do also wish to apologize for their attitudes. But you must understand we have had a long journey and it had not been an easy one.”
Bard nodded in understanding and took a deep breath in as he overlooked the town.
“It wasn’t really them that were the reason for me helping. I know what you meant to say back on the river bank.”
Y/n looked up at Bard and then to the door carefully making sure no one was listening in on the two of them.
“It’s alright lass. I won’t tell.”
Y/n simply nodded as she left him to his thoughts, looking over her shoulder she smiled as she shut the door. She looked at the others who were now resting and sitting enjoying the comfort of the couch near the fire with the smell of soup being brewed filling the air. Y/n looked up toward the stairs and walked over to Tilda.
“Is there a room upstairs by any chance.”
“Oh yeah. If you need to rest you can sleep in pa’s room. He won’t mind. First door around the corner”
Y/n smiled to the young thing and started walking up the stairs to the rooms above, seeing the first room. It was quite clean with a large bed and a few fur blankets on it. On the wall she saw a small painted portrait. In it was a younger Bard with a women with blonde hair and bits of freckles. Y/n smiled at the sight of them holding a new babe in their arms.
“What a small babe.”
Y/n sat on the bed and placed a hand on her stomach. The sudden sound of steps coming up the stairs made her look up to see Thorin in the doorway. He walked over to her and sat down with her.
“Are you alright?” She asked in a concerned tone, hoping he didn’t see or hear her earlier.
“I noticed that you haven’t had your remedy yet. Did the elves take it?”
“No but I am afraid I lost it in the river.” She said knowing it was a lie. She had left the box and the remedy back in Beorn’s home. The only thing she brought from it was the note from Thorin’s mother. Thorin nodded as he took her hand in his.
“I should not have brought you with us. You should be home, safe and warm with family.” Y/n turned her head to him and in his eyes she saw regret and fear. From here on anything could happen. Y/n brought a hand to his cheek and turned his gaze to look at her/
“I would have come even if you forbade me. I did the same when you went to rescue Vili. I would do the same again.”
Thorin said nothing as he looked deep into her eyes closing his eyes and enjoying her touch.
“I should have known your were not like other Omegas. Y/n… my Y/n”
She smiled as she laid her head down onto his shoulder sighing happily at this moment of peace. She felt him wrap his arms around her as he gently laid both of them on the bed as the sounds of birds chirped through the air and the cold crisp air gently blew though. Y/n placed a hand over his chest and smiled to herself as he held her in his arms. She thought to herself though that this sadly may be the last peaceful moment for awhile but for now she was contempt.
REQUESTED by @pilindielofgondor
Well, I was thinking in Thorin. Reader is a female hobbit and is secretly in love with him, she is shy, kind and strongwilled.
I was thinking on set the oneshot after claiming the Lonely mountain, reader sees what’s happening to him, and gets deeply sad, and frustrated of not knowing how to help him.
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“Thorin, they are dying out of there.” As the Dwalin’s crying rings desperately, at in this halls with the dozens of stone pillars, you gazed upon the throne, where he, the one who was now avoiding your eyes to meet, once you used to know, and grew to love.
“There are halls beneath halls within this mountain,” As Dwalin’s words had done, you saw that his big blue eyes had widened with sudden realizations at last.
Yes, Thorin, perhaps we could take the women and children and wounded people, to hide in here! You are back,
And suddenly he watched that the weak, and paled but ravishing smile has drawn upon your beautiful face again, relieved with those signs, and met with your eyes proudly. But both of you were wrong.
“- places we can fortify. Shore up, make safety. Come, Y/N, Amrâlimê (my love).” He grabbed your wrist firmly, and tried to take you with him, without listening about your words, nor Dwalin’s. Your single - no, tear drops had rolled down from the core deep down inside of your heart, and your heart for him, had stopped.
“My love? - Y/N?” Your beloved king, and warrior, and your own life had called for your name, tried to know what had made so discomfort, and discourage you, like this.
“Yes, yes. That’s it. You’re right, Dwalin. We must move the gold further underground, at the safety. With us, me, and my queen Y/N, the rulers of under this mountain. Y/N, please come, my love. My Queen, amrâlimê.”
You bit your lips aggressively. Amrâlimê, yes. You did want to hear that endearing word, from out of him, but from his own true heart, and furthermore, not like this.
You shook your head aggressively, and took your wrist out of his firm grabb. The red, scarlet drops from your lips, was the only thing that was ringing like a huge, immense sound of bronze bell’s, in that, breathless and poor places, which were carved with golden sickness; that could even recognize himself and lost, who he was.
“Go by yourself, alone.” Your eyes had turned into the furious calmed eyes, which none of them; the dwarves, and even yourself, never seen before.
“Lass,” Even Dwalin did have never saw you, were annoyed like this.
You truly knew, than any of others, that you shouldn’t expose your anger in such a way of showing your tempers. But this, this wasn’t him; that you knew before, the dwarf, whom you grew to love.
“Have you just come to steal my golds, and jewels from me, from under of this mountain too?” Thorin, who had stolen your heart wholly, who you vowed to love, and gave your heart, now glared you with doubting eyes.
Your heart sinked. Who is this dwarf, now speaking like this to you, and where’s your own dearest royal, brave king, for whom that you had made your own vow to love, and to make happy, till your last breath fades away.
“Thorin!! How dare you speak to Y/N, like that!”
You gave a Dwalin, who was now defending you, from his dagger words, an asking glances, but no; he can’t also help you.
You refused your dearing friend, Dwalin’s trying to hold you back, and continued your word.
“Did you just hear what Dwalin said? ‘They are dying!’ Out of there!” You pointed out the battle field, where now the all innocent lives are dying.
Thorin saw your eyes were reddened, with full of watery tears, which were reflecting himself; his look, vividly.
Dwalin continued his words, within tears in his eyes too, in very lowered, but in strong voice.
“Dain is surrounded. They’re being slaughtered, Thorin.”
You watched that the one who once was brave, and valued the every lives, knowing that all lives are equally worth, and priceless, no matter how they were very different, but that warm hearted Dwarf was no more here.
You’ve remembered that eye, once that captivated your heart, and still does, but which was very ready to sacrifice himself for his honor, and for his people’s sake.
You remembered all of them. When you first saw him, in your lovely, cozy house at the underhil, Baggins’, in your brother Bilbo’s house.
'Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find.’ The young dwarf prince, whose eyes were carrying the strong will to reclaim his ancestors’ honour, and their home, and whose life was not even, more closed to the tough and scarred mine.
'So, this is the Hobbit.’ Stubborn, but Royal to his people; known that the every lives were sacred.
'Sorry? You’re what? Thorin Oakenshield?’ This was how you first saw him.
'So, have you ever fight before-’
'Of course not! I’m a farmer and a healer, not a fighter!! and I ever, ever haven’t fought, or slayed someone!’
'What’s your weapon of choice,’
’I beg your pardon? ’
And after saving him from the disgusting snake’s mouth, Azog the defiler; the moment when your life was nearly taken:
'Y/N!! Look at you! Your back!! You’re bleeding badly-’
'Bofur, Oin- where is he? Thorin, Where’s he!’
'Y/N, let me see him, maybe I can do something for him.’
'Gandalf, I am a healer too!’
And the moment when you finally learnt your true heart; actually you nearly killed him, with your sudden hug:
'Here’s the halfling,’
'Show your hand!’
You caressed the acorn necklace, which is swinging around at your neck.
'Acorn necklace, that I made it to you… You.. You’ve carried it all this way..? ’
“Yes, I still am carrying that…” The heavy, bitter tears had washed your cheeks.
And you silently felt the heaviness of this, cursed stone, which drove your love into madness.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Bofur. Good night.”
And you know why Bofur silently smiled, and kissed to your hand, with silent tears.
“Good bye, Y/N.” And as his last farewell ends, as his looks had gone from your sight, you silently murmured.
“Good bye, Thorin..”
But your last word did not reach to him.
Forgive me, my love.
A/N: I am truly sorry.. This is so angsty.. than I thought… But I hope that you would love😭
Reblogs are appreciated❤
Y/n looked up and stepped forward to ward Balin to see a barge floating nearby in the river behind the man with his bow still strung. Balin stepped closer with his hands up speaking quite calmly and respectfully to the man.
“Excuse me, but, uh you’re from Laketown, if I’m not mistaken? That barge over there, it wouldn’t be available for hire, by any chance.”
The man lowered his bow and walked away looking away from the others as he climbed up onto the barge speaking in a cold matter.
“What makes you think I will help you?”
Balin spoke once more with a smile on his face.
“Those boots have seen better days.”
Y/n watched as the man started collecting the barrels from the river onto the barge. She could see the man examining the barrels with a cautious look as Balin continued to try to persuade the man.
“As has that coat. No doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed. How many bairns?”
The man did not look at Balin but spoke with a bit more emotion in his voice.
“A boy and two girls.”
“And your wife, I’d imagine she’s a beauty.”
Y/n noticed Balin shoulder sink and his smile fade as the meaning of those words reached deep to her heart.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
Suddenly Dwalin interrupted his brother as he marched forward in front of Thorin who in turn watched the man with suspicion in his eyes.
“Enough with the niceties!”
The man spoke up toward Dwalin in a much more annoyed tone than before.
“What’s your hurry?”
“What’s it to you!” Dwalin yelled as Balin pinched his brow begging to himself that his brother would stop making such a scene. Y/n stepped forward in front of Balin, the man watched as she spoke calm with eyes gleaming with understanding.
“Sir, I know what you must be thinking as finding dwarves being rushed through the river drenched head to toe, probably the strangest sight you ever saw. But please understand we simply are trying to reach the town to rest and regain our strength from the long journey here.”
Y/n quickly looked to the others and then back to the man placing a gentle hand over her stomach away from the others glance. The man looked down at her seeing the small gesture and looked toward the barrels seeing the many dents and arrows that had pierced them. He sighed as he spoke.
“I don’t know what business you had with the elves, but I don’t think it ended well. No one enters Laketown but by leave of the Master. All his wealth comes from trade with the Woodland Realm. He will see you in irons before risking the wrath of King Thranduil.”
“Then perhaps a payment is due for your services. We will gladly pay you double then for safe passage.”
Y/n heard the others gasp as the man smirked at Y/n.
After Y/n managed to convince they would pay him, the others helped Kili on board as the rest started to ring out their clothes and searched their pockets for any possible remaining money on hand. Y/n sat near the front of the barge while Kili laid his head on her lap as she hummed to him to help him gain any rest she could provide. She overheard the others whisper to each other.
“I say we throw him over the side and be done with him.” Dwalin said as some of the others nodded in agreement. Bilbo on the other hand answered with a hint of annoyance toward the dwarves.
“Bard. his name is Bard.”
“How do you know?”
“I asked him.”
Dwalin seemed even more angered by this and whispered to Thorin.
“How do we know he won’t betray us?”
Thorin looked over Dwalin shoulder toward Bard and whispered.
The others started to speak as Balin tried his best to convince them that this was the best way to reach the town. Y/n simply shook her head as she cared for Kili. She saw Fili looking over the front of the barge looking upward in awe, her eyes followed his looking up to see through the thin fog the Lonely Mountain. Y/n overheard the other gasp as the beautiful sight before them. Y/n felt a gentle hand on her shoulder looking up to see Thorin smiling at the sight. His home, to see it after so many years she knew that in his heart he was pleased to see such a familiar yet foreign sight.
Y/n watched a Bard walked over approaching the others quickly.
“Quick, give the money to me.”
Thorin spoke in a defensive tone.
“We’ll pay you when we get our provisions, but not before.”
“If you value your freedom, you’ll do as i say. There are guards ahead.”
Y/n looked ahead to see the rooftops of the Laketown buildings nearby. Bard quickly turn to the others and ushered for everyone to hide in the barrels. The company quickly followed his order, Y/n allowed Fili to help Kili into his as Thorin helped her into her own. She smiled a bit as he helped her but quickly hid as the others hurried inside the barrels.
As the barge slowed down by a nearby dock. Y/n overheard bard walking off the barge and started speaking in hushed whispers.
“Shh, what’s he doing?”
Bilbo peered through a hole in his barrel and spoke out to the others for them to know.
“He’s talking to someone. And he’s…pointing right at us.”
Y/n could hear the anxiousness in his voice as the other whispered of Bard betraying them. Everyone grew silent as the sounds of footsteps were heard as coming closer with every second. Suddenly the barrels were filled with dead fish to the brim upon them causing the others to splutter in surprise and disgust. The sound of the barge leaving the port back toward the city gates. Bard stayed silent as the sounds of guard walking onto the barge with a foul man speaking to Bard with words as cruel as a snake’s bite.
“Your job is fetch these barrels empty and to bring them back. But here they are filled with fish.”
“That’s none of your business.” Bard said in an intimidating voice
“Wrong, it’s the masters business, which makes it my business.”
“The people need to eat!”
“These fish are illegal…toss them overboard!”
The company felt the barrels being lifted over to the side ever so slightly as a few fish fell off the top.
“Folk in this town are struggling. Times are hard! Food is scarce!”
“Not my problem.”
“And when the people hear the Master is dumping fish back in the lake, when the rioting starts, will it be your problem then?”
Y/n and the others heard nothing.
Y/n and the others sighed as the sound of the gate was raised as the sound of Bard stirring the barge into the city. Y/n managed to peek a glance outside the barrel seeing the town was quite poor and in shambles. Many channels spread through the town with various other boats floating along the walkways and ports.
The sound of the barge stopping and the small knock along the barrels gave the others signal to knock over the barrels and out of the pile of fish. Dwalin the first being quite livid at being in such a situation. Thorin immediately helped Y/n.
“Are you alright?”
“Other than the fish smell…I’m alright.”
Thorin gave a small smirk as the others helped each other out of barrels. Bard looked to the few fishermen nearby and tossed each of them a coin in return for silence.
As Bard lead them through the town under close watch the sudden appearance of a young lad walking up to Bard.
“Da! our house, it’s being watched.”
Bard looked around and quickened the others into the water hidden behind one of the houses. After carefully swimming under the beams toward Bards home the other waited under the house to hear the the sounds of two girls inside. Thorin carefully helped Y/n beside her as Kili was helped by Fili and Bilbo.
The sound of three knocks above them signaled for them to enter from the floorboards. For now they were safe from prying eyes…for the time being.
Haunted Halls (Thorin x Reader)
Day 2 of 13 Days of Spooky Writing Event!
Prompt: Haunted Building
A/n: This bandaid on my index finger is making typing a real pain. I keep pressing the wrong letters.
Summary: post Bofta in one of the ruined halls of Erebor (y/n) finds a dwarrowdam in great need of her help.
Word Count: 1064
Warnings: death (mother, brother), dragon attack, ghost, lost children, sad,
You walked slowly through the enormous cold halls of Erebor on your way back to your chambers after a long day of planning the reconstruction. You were helping, or more accurately attempting to help bring some of the technology (mostly plumbing) from your world into Erebor. It had been nearly three months since Thorin and the company reclaimed the dwarven city. With the help of Dain and the dwarves of the Iron Hills great progress was being made but many areas of the city were still in ruin. The hall just before the royal wing was one of these ruined places, with toppled statues and when you first returned a great many skeletons.
Today as you passed the hall the sound of muffled crying echoed out. You walked into the hall, careful to avoid all the debris scattering the floor. “Hello? Are you okay?” Your voice echoing through the abandoned space.
Suddenly there was a blonde dwarrowdam with strangely familiar blue eyes in a deep blue dress, appearing beside you. She reached out forcefully pulling on your arm and pleading with you. “Please you have to help me find my children! Where are my children?!”
You were frozen staring at her, there were no dwarf children in Erebor right now. They would be on their way soon from the Blue Mountains, but at the moment the only inhabitants of Erebor were the Company and the soldiers Dain brought from the Iron Hills, certainly no children. Once the initial confusion began to wear off you asked, “I-I’m sorry I haven’t seen any children…What are their names? I can ask Thorin-”
Her eyes lit up at the name of the king. “Yes, yes yes! Thorin! Where is he?!”
You looked around not exactly sure where his last meeting of the day was, nor if it had ended yet. “Umm, I know where he will be. I can take you to him?”
“Yes, yes, please.” The dwarrowdam finally let go of your arm as you turned to walk towards your shared chambers with Thorin. “Have you seen Frerin?” Upon seeing the confusion on your face she attempted to elaborate. “Frerin? Little Prince Frerin? Blonde dwarfling, always running around after Thorin?”
“I no, sorry I haven’t seen him.” You mumbled, beginning to think the woman was mad. You had never seen anyone run around after Thorin, besides perhaps yourself and Kili. Never the less you continued to lead dwarrowdam out of the hall.
Just as you left the hall Thorin rounded the corner nearly running into you, apparently having just left his last meeting. “Thorin!” You called with relief. “This lady says…” You trailed off, when you turned around to introduce her to Thorin she had completely vanished. You looked around and back into the hall trying to spot her, but she had completely disappeared. You stared into the hall confused as to how she could disappear so quickly. Thorin was looking at you with concern. “Sorry, there was a dwarrowdam crying in that hallway just now. She was looking for her kids. But there aren’t any kids in Erebor are there? She mentioned a Frerin?”
When you said that name Thorin’s eyes snapped wide open and he began to look down the hall as well. You could not place the look in his eyes, it was something you had never seen before. “What did she say about Frerin?”
“Uh, she called him a prince, but people say that about their kids all the time…And she said he was always following you around but I’ve never seen anyone do that…Thorin what is it?” You reach out touching his shoulder, feeling him relax under your touch.
“Frerin is…was, my little brother. He died in the Battle of Azanulbizar, I saw him die.”
“What did she look like? This dam?” Thorin interrupted you, he was clearly upset by someone asking about his late brother as if he were alive.
“Blonde, um thick beard, really familiar blue eyes, like…yours. And she had braids in the front of her hair, the beads were silver, I think they had blue stones on them, dark blue luxurious dress? Do you know her?”
Thorin’s eyes quickly filled with despair as he tightly closed his eyes, after a moment he opened them staring straight ahead at the ruined statue. “Thorin? What is it?” You softly ask, stepping closer to him.
Thorin sighs, “Who you described, that’s…it was my mother…She died on the day Smaug attacked…The workers they…they found her body…here, in this hall.” His voice breaking slightly as he explained who the woman was then he squeezed his eyes tightly closed again.
You wrapped your arm around his holding it close to you and resting your head on his shoulder. “Oh, I…I’m sorry. I, I didn’t know…How is that possible? Are…are ghosts real in this world?”
Thorin looked up at you confused. “Are they not in yours?”
“Depends who you ask. A lot of people don’t believe in them. And the evidence and stories given by those who do believe and say they see them, it’s usually different. I mean some were like what I just saw, but it’s usually like footsteps in the middle of the night.”
Thorin nodded. “They are far more common here. I doubt that she will be the last ghost you see in these halls. Come, let us retire. Standing in this abandoned hall will not accomplish anything.”
“Of course.” You agree. Your arm is still wrapped around his as you walk together. After a few moments of silence you spoke again, attempting to cheer Thorin up. “In my world, those of us who believe in ghosts believe that if they fulfill whatever is holding them to Earth that they’ll be freed and go to the afterlife…Maybe if she discovers you’re alive and well she will be able to go meet Mahal.”
Thorin gave you a sad smile and nodded, “Yes, possibly.” Before pulling you into a tight embrace, as if needing to hold you for strength.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper against his hair.
“We all knew encountering those who died that day would be a possibility.” Thorin leaned back to look you in the eyes, “Let us leave these cold haunted halls, the fire will warm us.” Then led you inside your warm chambers.
𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: 𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚝/ 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚗
𝙰/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎!! 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎!! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢❤︎
Y/n was resting by Thorin listening to the steps of elf guards fading in and out. You both were starting to wonder if you guys would ever get out. She knew Thorin would never agree to Thranduil’s terms but she knew they couldn’t stay. She overheard Ori speak.
“We’re never gonna reach the mountain, are we?”
She sighed as no one responded to his question, seeing Fili and Kili lean against the bars of their cell she hoped that maybe a miracle would happen.
“Not stuck in here your not.”
Her eyes shot up to the cell door to see Bilbo holding a rings of keys. Immediately Thorin and her rushed over both of them pleased and a bit surprised to see the halfling who quickly hurried to open the cell doors. Everyone started to cheer a bit until Bilbo shushed towards the others.
“Shhhhh…there are guards nearby.” Bilbo said as he opened Thorin’s cell. Y/n hugged Bilbo as Thorin unlocked the rest of the cells.
“How did you get past the guards.”
“Oh well…they never would think to look for me. I mean its not very likely they ever saw a hobbit.”
Y/n smiled at the halfling still managing to surprise her. As the rest of the company grouped up to go up the stairs Bilbo stopped them to follow him down a set of stairs down past the winding wooden paths and luckily no guards were near to see them. Y/n carefully followed behind Thorin as they arrived at the cellar. Looking around they saw no elves but as some of the others had noticed. No way to get out. Y/n noticed the others seemed a bit upset as they also saw no way out. Bofur spoke to Bilbo in a slightly harsh tone.
“We’re not supposed to be going further in.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Bilbo lead them into a large room with barrels stacked ontop of each other.
“Everyone, climb into the barrels, quickly.”
Y/n looked to Thorin a bit confused as the others started to complain at him.
“Are you mad?! They’ll find us.”
“No,no they won’t, I promise you. Please, please, you must trust me.” Bilbo said as his gaze looked over to Thorin and Y/n. Suddenly the sound of a commotion above them made everyone go silent as Thorin ordered the others.
“Do as he says!”
Everyone started to climb into seperate barrels, Thorin helped Y/n first before entering his own. As the rest carefully waited Bofur stuck his head out and watched as Bilbo counted makign sure everyone was in.
“So what now?” Ori said as the rest looked at Bilbo.
“Hold your breath.” Bilbo said as he pulled the lever nearby making the floorboard below tilt downward into an opening, the barrels started to roll making everyone brace for impact as they started to fall into the river below. Y/n coughed as the river covered her for a moment before the barrel managed to float. She looked up to see the trap door had closed with Bilbo on the other side. Y/n felt a hand on her shoulder seeing Kili smiling to her making sure she was alright. She nodded as the others caught each others barrels making sure no one moved. Suddenly the sound of Bilbo falling caught everyones attention as he fell into the water grabbing onto one of the barrels.
Thorin smirked as he spoke.
“Well done, Master Baggins.”
Bilbo said nothing as as he motioned for the others to start going down the river. Everyone started to paddle down the river which started to get a litttle rougher. Thorin looked ahead to see sunlight and then the sight of a waterfall. Thorin yelled out to the others.
Everyone turned to the end of the tunnel and held on tight. Bilbo gripped onto th eside of the barrel tightly as the waters started to toss them down through the rapids. Y/n held on tight as the barrel hit the water. Suddenly the sounds of horns behind them made her attention brought back to the tunnel seeing elves headed down. Down the river she saw a guardpost built above the river. She saw the elves were heavily guarded and one of them had pulled a lever causing the gate to close. The others looked as they came to a stop at the gate unable to go any further.
As the company was stuck, Y/n looked up to see the elves drawing their swords. Then suddenly one of them grunted in pain as one of them was shot in the back by a black arrow. Y/n yelled to the others.
As the orcs over took the elves post the sudden attack from above caused the group to fight them. Bilbo had managed to stab one with Sting as the others fought tooth and nail against the rest. Y/n watched as one almost managed to cut her arm but she managed to stab the orc in the chest with her dagger. She watched as Kili got out of his barrel and started to rush over to the lever.
“Kili! Catch!” Fili said as he tossed a sword to him. As he managed to fight his way through the other orcs. Y/n saw as he managed to keep at bay one of them but another jumped up from behind raising a spear to stab him.
“Kili!” She yelled out causing him to turn around throwing the sword straight into the orcs chest. He turned to Y/n smiling for a moment as she sighed with relief. She watched as he started to rush over to the lever. Y/n brought her attnetion back to the orcs and saw the bigger one of the group with a bow drawn. Before she could do or say anything the black arrow was let go and hit Kili in the leg causing him to stop short and started to breath heavily. Y/n looked shocked as she heard Fili yell out Kili’s name. Kili groaned in pain as he strained to bring himself to the lever falling over onto his back. Y/n saw the orc notch another arrow. Thorin this time noticed as he yelled to Kili as another orc was about to kill him.
A sudden arrow hit the orc in the head, Y/n and Kili looked in the direction of the arrow to see Tauriel running toward them killing many of the orcs in her path.
Several of the orcs started to rush toward her as many other elves appeared as well as Legolas. Y/n watched as Kili managed to pull the lever opening the gate causing everyone to flow down the water. Kili fell over the side into the barrel causing the arrow in his leg to break off causing him to whine in pain. Y/n had managed to hang onto the barrel and made sure to hang on. She couldn’t let him go, her mind wondered back to his father. Her fear of losing him and Fili was now dwelling in her mind even more
As the company conintued down the river many orcs and elves appeared to fight one another as the dwarves held their ground trying their best to keep both from capturing them. Y/n hand managed to keep the barrels away from both parties as Thorin and Dwalin fought them off. Bilbo was holding on for his life as the rapids grew stronger as the orcs fired arrows at the company.
Y/n watched as Legolas had managed to balance himself on the barrels crossing over the river. She watched as he was too occupied to notice the orc running up behind him with his sword drawn. Thorin noticed and threw his sword at the orc hitting it straight in the head. Both of them looked at each other and Y/n knew for the one moment there was a bit of respect between them. Y/n watched as the sight of the orcs dead on the ground and the elves faded away from view as the river started to send them further away. Y/n still held on tight to Kili as Bilbo was not hanging onto Bofurs completly drenched and visibly tired.
After some time the river had finally calmed down. and the others helped each other out of the barrels. Y/n carefully helped Kili out of his barrel making him fall to his knees in pain from the arrow. Y/n carefully bound it with a stripped piece of cloth from her dress, she placed a hand on his forehead and it was hot to the touch, Kili whinced in pian as blood seeped through the cloth. Kili spoke trying to stand up.
“I’m fine…it’s nothing.”
Thorin walked over to the others as they were resting.
“We need to move on.”
Y/n looked at Thorin a bit annoyed as she kept Kili from standing.
“He’s wounded. His leg needs to rest. If he continues it will only get worse.”
“There is an orc pack on our trail Y/n, we have to keep moving.”
Dwalin and Bilbo stepped in asking how they would get there as there was still the matter of the lake between the mountain and with no way to cross there was really no where to go. Thorin looked down at Y/n and spoke in a slight cold manner.
“Bind his leg quickly. You have two minutes.: He said walking away making Y/n sigh in disgust as she focused on the wound as the others sat down while Ori was cleaning off his boots. Unbeknowst to everyone they were being watched. Dwalin quickly noticed a man with a bow notched toward Ori. Quickly covering the Ori by rushing toward the man. Y/n watched as this stranger shot the arrow into the branch. Y/n moved in front of Kili but watched as Thorin stood in front of her. Kili picked up a rock and aimed for the stranger but that soon was to no avail as another arrow whisked straight past both Thorin and Y/n as the rock was hit out of his hand.
“Do it again, and you’re dead.”
Thorin: *talking to Fili, Kili, and (y/n)* I swear you three share one brain cell
(y/n): *says nothing because its not their turn to use the brain cell*
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader
Summary: There’s no good news without the bad. There is a very good chance that you are leaving Erebor but you’ll consider staying if Thorin can give a valid reason.
You always committed yourself to your work in the mountains. The work that you pride yourself on is usually comprised of several tasks that varied each day, including; educating Fili and Kili when they visited, watching over the forges, and speaking with the King on behalf of your father, who created prototype armour for the army.
Meeting Thorin Oakenshield wasn’t on that list but you always bumped into that handsome dwarf prince, so much so that falling in love with him was inevitable.
Today, you were only asked to present new weapon designs to the King and his council (which Thorin was part of) for the army. Usually, you despised short days in Erebor because it meant less time with Thorin, but you were ready to dismiss that negativity for today as you received word that your mother would be arriving to see you.
“(Y/n)?” King Thror called. You hurtled back from your thoughts and stared at the King blankly, remembering that you were standing around a stone table. Everyone in the council had their eyes fixed on you awaiting a response which only made you feel more foolish.
“Sire?” You managed to say and noticed that Thorin stood to the side with his arms folded and a curious smirk planted on his lips. Now you felt not only foolish, but completely love-struck. It always amazed you as to how Thorin sent a trail of shivers through your body just by staring.
Sorry this took so long! Been having a lot of writers block lately. I’ll see what I can do as far as fluff…but I think we all know I pretty much only write fluff lmao. I feel like this is really awkward and chunky but I’ve been staring at this ask for a long time and this is my best. Hope it’s okay. Changed the wording of the prompt a bit to fit more with how I imagine they speak.
You could tell Thorin was preparing for something. He had been quiet and distant ever since he returned from looking for his father in Bree. The two of you had been friends since childhood, you had often wished for more but doubted that Thorin felt the same, and would still see each other nearly every day, but since his return he was distracted. Whatever it was that he was planning, Thorin clearly did not want you to know about it, which in turn only made you more curious.
After a week you found Balin, Thorin often turned to him whenever he needed advice. Balin poured you a cup of tea as you sat at his table before you asked your question. “Do you know what happened to Thorin when he went to Bree. Ever since he’s returned he’s been distant and distracted. I think he’s planning something. Do you know what it is?”
Balin contemplated whether to tell you. Clearly Thorin didn’t want you to know, but in Balin’s opinion you were Thorin’s one and a dwarf of Erebor and therefore deserved to know. Taking a long deep breath, the old dwarf began, “Thorin met with a wizard, named Gandalf. Who you may remember was in acquaintance with his father before his disappearance. Gandalf believes it is time for us to reclaim the Lonely Mountain. Since Thorin has returned he has been attempting to gather dwarves for the cause.”
“Why did he not tell me of this?” You thought aloud to yourself.
Balin kindly smiled at you, “He knows you would want to join him. He just wants you safe lass.”
“Just as I want him to be. Thank you Balin. For tea and the information.” You said before leaving to go find and confront Thorin.
You found Thorin walking home from who knows where, certainly not the black smith he worked at. “Thorin! Wait!” You called jogging up to him.
Thorin was startled by your sudden presence. He had been deeply lost in thought over how badly recruitment for the quest was going…and he had been avoiding you because of the quest. “(y/n)! I did not expect to see you here.”
“I was looking for you. I just spoke to Balin about your trip to Bree and what you’ve been planning since.”
Thorin sighed, “He told you?” His question coming out more as a statement.
“Yes. And I wish to inform you that I will be accompanying you on this quest.”
“No.” Thorin said in is strongest most commanding voice.
You stopped and stared at him and he you. Thorin had never spoken to you in such a way before. “Excuse me? I am a dwarf of Erebor just as much as you are! I have a right to be there! As a dwarf and your friend!”
“I will not allow it!”
“And why not? I have gone on plenty of dangerous quests with you. What makes this one so different?”
“This quest is far more dangerous than any in the past. We would be going into the mountain, while the dragon still lives! I cannot allow you to be in such danger! I need you safe!”
You stared at Thorin for a few moments. Thorin rarely showed this much concern and care for safety. “As I need you to be safe, Thorin. You are our king. You have to be safe and protected. If I go with you on this quest then I will always know that you are at the very least alive.”
“You will not come you will stay here in the Blue Mountains with Dis and you will be safe!” Thorin commanded you.
“Why are you so concerned with my well being when you are letting yourself, your nephews, and your best friends walk into such danger! WHAT IS SO DIFFERENT ABOUT ME?!” You screamed back.
“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” Thorin screamed in return. You both froze, eyes growing wide as you stared at each other both processing what he just said.
You took a deep breath attempting to calm yourself before you spoke. “What if I told you I have been in love with you since we were children? Which is why I followed you into war in Moria, and to the Blue Mountains…and why I will now follow you to Erebor.”
Thorin sighed in relief knowing the Balin was right, that you did indeed love him back. He took a step closer taking both of your hands in his. “Please, amralime. Stay where it is safe. Allow me to know everyday that you are safe.”
“You will know my well being because I will be at your side every day. I am coming with you and we both know there is nothing you can do to stop me, King of Durinsfolk or not.”
Thorin sighed in defeat. He knew there was no winning when you were so set on something. You were the most stubborn dwarrow he had ever met, it was one of the things he loved about you.
Hi lovey! I hope you enjoy the mini-story!
Looking at Thorin, you couldn’t help but want to shake your head.
“Are you even listening?” You couldn’t help but ask, the two of you discussing how Erebor should go about rebuilding relations with outside forces such as Dale, the Woodland Realm, and the Dwarven kingdoms residing in the Blue Mountains.
“It just takes me a minute to process so much stupidity at once.” Thorin’s tone was anything but teasing as he looked at the plans the advisors made up.
“Well do you have anything better?” You sassed, crossing your arms as you leaned back in your chair. Thorin raised his eyes from the parchment, a glare on his face as you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, the infamous death glare… So spooooky” You wiggled your hands at him, causing him to crack a smile.
“C’mon, Thorin, lighten up!” You got out of your chair and went around to his, your hands resting on his shoulders.
“This ‘stupid’ plan is not worth you getting so cranky over,” You kissed his temple.
“It is so easy to imagine a molehill as a mountain, this isn’t a mountain of an issue my dear, this is a molehill. So do not worry about it like it isn’t one.” You began tugging him out of the seat.
“This plan is already being implemented isn’t it….”
“Of course it is, my lovely dwarf husband.” You grinned at him as he sighed, shaking his head before giving you a kiss on your forehead.
“I can’t believe that worked..” Thorin was amazed as he saw the positive responses in the letters that came in the next morning.
“I told you to stop worrying,” You couldn’t help but let a laugh slip through your lips as he pulled you close to him.
“And you were right, my beloved.” Thorin sighed through his nose, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Damn straight,” You grinned into the kiss as he shook his head. “You’re insufferable sometimes.” He chuckled at your mock offended expression before you melted into his side again.
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“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list,” You sighed as you flopped onto a seat at a makeshift medical tent in Erebor.
“What?” Bilbo questioned, sitting across from you while an elf treated the gash on his head.
“Almost dying in a war,” You answered as Oin began to clean your wounds, wincing as you felt the cleansing liquid pour on your open cuts.
The two of you shared a chuckle as Oin applied bandages to your shoulder and back from the gashes you had gotten from being tossed by an orc.
As soon as he finished, you stood, walking towards your old room to collect your belongings.
“(Y/n), you’re alive!” Kili yelled out to you, your back facing him.
Tensing, you sighed before turning to him with a bittersweet smile, “That I am,” You chuckled as he pulled you into a hug.
“You looked like you were on your way somewhere?” Fili questioned as your face became solemn once again. Regardless of Thorin’s recovery, you knew you couldn’t face him after the humiliation he made you face whilst under the Dragon Sickness.
“I am simply following Thorin’s orders.”
“To leave? (Y/n) you know he didn’t mean–”
“Regardless of if he meant it or not, a sickness usually drives forward thoughts that one has kept.” You stated, shaking your head. “He made it clear- crystal clear. He hates me and never wanted me in his Company,” You turned on your heel to go back to your room.
“I do wish him the best, though.” Your voice was soft, even after a broken heart you still couldn’t wish ill will upon him. “He will make a great king.”
As you packed your belongings, you felt tears burn the back of your eyes as you realized you would never get to be around the people you called your family.
“(Y/n)…” Thorin called out to you from the doorway, his voice grief-stricken as he watched you shakily fold your tunics.
“My apologies, King Thorin, I meant to leave before you were aware I was still here.”
“No, (Y/n) I came here to apologize—”
You shook your head, closing your pack before flinging it over your shoulder.
“Nothing to apologize for….” You sighed as you stood before him, his figure blocking your way from exiting.
“I have one question for you, Thorin….” You murmured, looking up to his pain-stricken eyes. “Did I ever have a chance?” Your voice was laced with grief, your heartache taking its toll on your emotions finally. “Or did you despise me from day one?”
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