#Blacksmith thorin x human reader

[ragingbookdragon]

Beauty and The Beast Walker

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count: 4.5K Warnings: None

Author's Note: Yeah...I'm gonna make a new story :)

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Up above the great hills of Evendim, Emyn Uial as the elves called it in Sindarin, farther northeast of the Blue Mountains, was a decent sized city filled with humans. Given its name from the harsh winter and the considerable number of tombstones, Wintergrave had made a mark on the map after surviving through the centuries on pure spite and resilience of the men and women forged by the frigid cold that came down from the mountains above. The people of Wintergrave were tough, hardy, driven to survive in a land set out to kill all life below. Yet, they managed, and from the first settlement, a city had built itself.

It wasn’t exactly a holiday destination, only those wishing to test their strength in hunting or trade with the elves of Grey Haven or the humans of Bree, as their trade routes had extended that far north, but it was a location filled with timber, ore, and quarries. Elves, men, and hobbits alike sent word to Wintergrave when it came to wanting supplies. The marble quarries surrounding the city were desired by elves to make floors, walls, and statues with. The timber and ore built houses and hobbit holes for the men and halflings. Wintergrave had become a wellspring of richness. And visitors, especially those who had particular talents that helped the citizens of Wintergrave, were paid handsomely.

Which is why when word of the arrival of a blacksmith into Wintergrave had spread, a dwarven blacksmith at that, the entire town was readying every blade, every axe, every kitchen knife they had to be sharpened, others readying orders to be made. Word spread like wildfire about the onyx haired dwarf who struck a hammer with the fury of a dragon and took all the orders given, charging a rather expensive price, but given the results from the blades and armor he’d shown, it was worth it.

He'd taken up residence in one of the cabins farthest from the town, away from prying eyes, and only came into town to deliver orders or buy food. Hardly ever did he step foot where many of the city were, even to the bar. He never came to the tavern, and that’s what most people who weren’t coming for building materials came for. Only The Snow Veiled Barrow had a wine made from Bleakberries, a fruit only grown in the harsh ground of the frozen wasteland. Though dwarves were fonder of ale, alcohol was alcohol, and it bothered her quite a lot that the blacksmith had not once set foot in her tavern whether it to be eat a hot meal or enjoy a drink in solace.

She had, of course, taken it upon herself to at least make it known to the dwarf that he was welcome to come inside whenever he wished. That being said, going outside the city gates into the wilderness where the wolves and much worse beasts ran wild wasn’t exactly her favorite pastime—not that she couldn’t handle herself, she just preferred to have others hunt for the meat she used for meals.

It was well past sundown when she finally made it to the cabin he resided in, a small place, quaint even for a human but perfect for a man his size. The windows and door frame had been replaced as well as the glass panes, no doubt he’d secured his place of residence before getting to work.

Careful not to drop the bundle of fresh bread and cured meats in her hands, she kicked the door a couple times, calling out, “Blacksmith! If you are home, I wish to speak. I mean no ill will.” to ease him of grabbing a sword or axe.

Heavy footfalls echoed from inside and the locks flicked from behind before the door swung open to reveal the less than pleased dwarf; he merely glared at her, evidently not wishing to be bothered. “I do not take requests at this hour. Come back tomorrow.”

As he started to close the door, she stuck the toe of her boot in between the frame and halted it. “I’m not here for a request. Believe me, if I wanted a weapon, you’d have made it by now.”

“What do you want?”

“Well for starters, it’s freezing out here. Perhaps invite a lady inside for a moment?”

“You? A human woman enter a dwarf’s home? I can hear the hysteria and accusations rolling in now.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve an awfully cynical mindset, Blacksmith. I’m only here to deliver something to eat.”

At that, he opened the door and cocked a brow. “Why?” it was suspicious, and then his voice turned almost accusatory. “Do you not think I’m capable of feeding myself?”

“Distrustful as well,” she muttered, and held out the bundle. “You’ve not once stepped foot into the tavern in town. While I find it understandable that you do not wish to engage with Men, I do find it rather odd you’ve never come in for a drink.”

“So, you think dwarves are drunks?”

“Have you ever perhaps tried not reading so deeply into things that aren’t there? We live in the ass of Middle Earth. The nights are long and freezing. Liquor warms.” She waited until he took the bundle. “All I’ve come to do is deliver this and offer a seat whenever you wish. If you decide not to, I won’t be upset. But know I am someone you can trust.”

As she parted from the door, he called out, “Why should I trust you?”

“I own the tavern, Blacksmith,” she replied, putting up her hood. “I know everyone and everything that happens in this city. My knowledge, and friendship, is unassailable.”

He watched with narrowed eyes as she disappeared into the whipping snow back along the road.

***

He felt eyes on his back, knew someone was waiting to talk to him, but they were going to wait an awful long time. Steel had to be tempered in order to be forged into something great. It was only after the hair had risen along the back of his neck that he finally put the hammer down and looked behind him. A scowl came over his face as he saw her sitting in the chair beside the door.

“Blacksmith,” she greeted. “So glad you finally decided to notice me.”

“Apologies for the wait,” he practically sneered, and she merely waved him off.

“Oh, I’m not upset. Patience is a flower that grows in few gardens and believe me, the garden I have sowed is quite prosperous.” She crossed a leg over the other. “You’ve still yet to come into the tavern. Are you avoiding me, Blacksmith? That hurts. Most men wouldn’t dare avoid someone as beautiful as me.”

Her tone dripped with flirtation, but he was in no mood to play, even if what she said was true—she was absolutely beautiful, a goddess in flesh. “I’ve work to do. Unless it’s to request an order, I suggest you leave.” He pushed a lock of hair back, wiping the sweat from his brow, and looked at her, taking in the smirk, narrowed gaze, and— “You’re joking?”

She rose from her seat, tutting, “Blacksmith, please, I would never joke about money.” Pulling a hefty sack of gold from behind, she held it up. “I want you to make me a dagger. A very pretty, and useful dagger.” Pulling another, much smaller bag from behind, she handed it to him. “With these inlaid in the hilt.”

He opened the sack, wide-eying the sapphires, rubies, and emeralds in the velvet bag. “How…?”

“As I said, it pays to be my friend.”

“So, you’re buying me off?”

“In easier ways. Dwarves are honor bound, are they not? Also, it’s a rather heavy bag of gold. Enough to give leave of a few jobs if you wished.”

He glared at her, obviously weighing it on his mind before he sighed through his nose. “Fine. I’ll make your dagger.”

Her smile irritated him to no end, and she handed over the sack. “Wonderful. When can I expect my weapon?”

“Depends on the intricates of the hilt. A week. Two weeks. The month’s end.”

“Ah, so expect the unexpected?” she nodded knowingly. “Such a game I despise playing. As much as I’d love to stand around and chat, I’m afraid I must return to work.” As she walked off, she paused and turned, pointing around. “And do open a window. It’s stuffy in here. Like I’m underground.”

***

It was actually a month and a half before the dagger was finally done, and it was too much of a surprise when he stepped inside the crowded tavern. She didn’t even realize until she’d turned, put a tankard down, and jumped a foot in the air at seeing him at the bar.

She put a hand to her chest. “Give a woman a heart attack why don’t you, Blacksmith?”

He ignored her, putting the cloth on the bar. “It is done.” Undoing the ties, he flipped open the cloth and there lay a shining steel dagger, golden hilt with gemstones arranged in a delicate pattern.

Picking it up, she smoothed her hand along the blade, flipping it over as she felt the weight in her hand. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, eyes glimmering with something more than desire.

“Sharp too,” he bit out, already tired of the stares.

“Enough to kill a man?” she asked, eyes dropping to his gaze, and he stared back at her.

“As many as you wished.”

Her smile was bewitching, and she tipped her head to the end of the bar. “Sit. I have something in return.”

“You’ve alrea—”

“I said sit,” she commanded in a tone that had indignation rising on his face, yet he huffed and took a seat.

She disappeared behind the wall and came back minutes later with a bottle. A very aged bottle. “This,” she said, placing a goblet before him. “Is something I think you will enjoy quite a lot. I picked it up from a trader a few years ago.”

He watched as she uncorked the bottle and poured a dark, amber liquid into the goblet. “What is it?” he asked, picking it up to smell it. Notes of buttery caramel, oak, and pepper wafted up his nose and he closed his eyes, enjoying it.

“Whiskey. From the halls of the ancient dwarven kingdom Erebor.” His eyes opened and he stared at her, disbelief in them as he looked down at it. “Go ahead. Try it.”

Seeing his reflection in the goblet staring back at him, he lifted it to his mouth, taking a small sip. Something flickered in his gaze as he pulled the cup away and muttered, “It’s not of Erebor.”

She scowled. “It better be, I paid quite a sum for that.”

“It’s not.”

“I don’t get stiffed on deals. It’s real.”

“No, it is not. I am telling you it is not.” His tone had grown from calm to anger.

“I doubt you would know of what liquor comes from Erebor.”

The scratching of a chair on hardwood garnered the attention of all the tavern folk as they watched the scene unravel before them, the dwarf, standing, hands on the bar as he growled darkly at her, “I know what comes from the halls of Erebor, human. Do not speak of things you know nothing about. You have no right.”

She was silent as he disappeared from the tavern, slamming the door shut behind him. Humming, she picked up the split goblet and began cleaning it, turning to the others still staring with, “What are you lot staring at? Mind your own.” They went back to their drinks and food whilst she silently made note to visit the old historian.

***

“Master Bjolling?” she called out as she stepped inside the old man’s home. “Master Bjolling where are you?” she walked around the counter, down the steps and into the grand library the bookkeeper had. “Master Bjolling,” she sighed fondly, catching sight of the old man huddled over a desk.

He popped up, turning around to see her, blinking behind the large lenses he wore. “My word, is that you, my lady?”

She smiled. “Good evening, Master Bjolling. How well you fare?”

His smile was covered by his bushy mustache, but he greeted her with kindness and joy. “Wonderful! It’s quite a joy to see you! Shall I put on some tea this evening? Maybe some sweets and pudding?”

“As much as I would love to, I need you to look up something for me. Would you mind?”

“For my lady? I would charge into the flames of Utumno for her.”

“You flatter me,” she smiled.

“Now,” he said, cracking his fingers, pulling at the long tunic he wore. “What knowledge do you seek?”

She took a seat in the cushioned armchair, crossing a leg over the other as she laced her fingers on her stomach. “Knowledge on the dwarves.”

“There are many clans across the land. Which do you wish knowledge of?”

“The dwarves residing in the Blue Mountains southwest of us, what kingdom do they originally hail from?”

Bjolling frowned as he fiddled around a shelf pulling out a leather-bound booklet. “If I do recall,” he started, reading through the journal. “My predecessors wrote their arrival down. Ah, here we are. Erebor,” he said.

“Tell me of Erebor.”

Bjolling hummed curiously as he started walking around, going from section to section, staring up and down at the numbers. “This doesn’t have to do with that dwarven blacksmith fellow shouting at you in the bar last weekend, does it not?”

“It might,” she answered. The old man deserved at least half the truth. “I’m simply curious about the land is all.”

He seemed satisfied with her answer as he stopped in front of a particular shelf and looked up. “What information on Erebor do you seek?”

“Do you have anything on the royal family of Erebor?”

“Hmmm…perhaps? Dwarves aren’t exactly notorious for being open on history.” He dragged a large, ceiling length ladder down the line and climbed it, pulling books from the shelves, flipping through them before he found one that seemed to call to him. A large book, bound with blue leather. Bjolling pulled it out and climbed down, setting it on the table.

As she rounded the end, he flipped it open and started reading to her. She listened to him tell of the tale of how Erebor came to be, blessed by the Sons of Durin, a prosperous city under a mountain rich and powerful.

“—all changed, of course, with the arrival of Smaug, a fire drake from the North. He ransa—”

“Stop,” she interrupted, and he looked up over the rim of his glasses.

“My lady?”

“Who was the king during this time?”

Bjolling eyed her curiously before flipping back quite a few pages. “Let us see, I do believe it was Thrór.”

“Did he have any children?”

“His only son was Thráin.”

She frowned. “No, too old.”

“My lady, what are you looking for?”

She sat down on the seat beside him. “I’ve reason to believe our resident blacksmith is from Erebor.” Propping her hand against the side of her head, she asked, “Who were his children?”

“Thráin’s?” he flipped another few pages. “Records state he had three, Thorin, Frerin, Dís.” Bjolling looked at her. “My lady, might I ask what you intend to do with this information?” his expression turned solemn. “Please don’t tell me your idea is to extort this man? If he is of Erebor, he has nothing.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please, the hills of the Blue Mountains are filled with riches.” To ease his mind, she added, “But to give you peace, my intentions are not to extort him for a thing.” She rose from the seat. “Thank you, Master Bjolling. Your help is always appreciated.”

He smiled as she bent down and kissed his head. “For my lady, I happily assist.”

***

By the time he made it back to his cabin, he was practically dead on his feet, only wishing to fall into his bed and sleep until the sun rose the next day. As he unlocked the door, he took note of the fire blazing in the hearth, filling him with caution and warning as he pulled out his blade and entered carefully. He saw nothing at first, looking all around the room for any signs of thievery or attack, yet none showed. He began to put his blade away when—

“Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. The rightful King Under the Mountain.”

He jumped, spinning around to point the blade at the woman in the corner of the room, watching him with a hidden gaze; he glowered at her. “How did you get in here?”

“I have many skills, your majesty. Picking a lock is just one of many,” she replied. “I have questions for you.”

“I’m in no mood to answer a single one. Get out.” When she didn’t move, he leveled the sword on her and threatened again, “Get. Out.”

She merely looked at the point of the blade then to him. “Put your sword away dwarf before you start a fight you will never walk away from. No matter your age and experience, I will finish what you start.”

He twirled the sword in his grip and retorted, “I would like to see you try, woman.”

She stood up before him and for once in his life besides the terror of Erebor’s fall, Thorin Oakenshield was terrified as she bared her teeth, canines growing into inch-long fangs, and the walls shook with force equal to a hurricane as a guttural growl escaped her throat. He took a step back, sword faltering, and she closed her mouth, head tipping up.

“My family has long protected this land, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. Do not assume that my strength is limited to that of my body. Challenge me again and it will be your last.”

He stared at her. “What…are you?”

“The correct term far east would be skin-changers. Here we are called beast-walkers.” She sat back down. “My family line was infected with a disease that turned us into great beasts, giant two-legged wolves. Over the centuries, my family’s blood has changed and instead of our turnings being random, we can control it.” Her eyes turned to the moon outside. “There is, of course, still a desire to run wild under the moonlight.”

“Why reveal this to me?” he asked.

“Well, before you intended to get your throat ripped out, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. I came to apologize to you.”

He cocked a brow. “You can stop calling me that. Thorin, is acceptable.”

“Thorin,” she corrected.

Dropping the sword on the table, he looked at her. “Why do you wish to apologize to me?”

“I insulted you the other week. Of course, part of the blame arises from you refusing to disclose who you are, but I let arrogance get the better of me.” She met his gaze. “I apologize. You, in fact, know better than any what comes of Erebor.”

Thorin made a noise in his throat, and he sat down on a chair across from her. “The less who know of my name, the safer it is to work and travel.”

“Understandable,” she agreed. “There’d be quite a ransom note sent to Ered Luin for the return of the rightful King Under the Mountain.” Her eyes found the snow again outside. “I don’t envy you, Thorin. It must be a heavy mantle to wear.”

“I wear it with pride,” he retorted, and she snorted.

“Spoken like a true dwarf.” They fell silent, watching the snow fall in peacefulness.

Uncharacteristically, Thorin admitted quietly, “I’m leaving here soon. At the end of the month.” He bother to look over at her, even when he felt the weight of her surprised gaze on him. “I’m starting a company. To retake Erebor from that damned serpent. To restore my home.”

Her lips pursed in a look of hidden surprise. “Truly? Even the dwarven kingdom at its height couldn’t even stop him. What makes you think you can?”

He looked over at her. “I feel it.”

“You feel it?” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “Gods help your company, feeling isn’t reliable.”

“You wouldn’t understand, human.”

“Perhaps not. I’ve never left Wintergrave to fight a dragon that could eat me in one bite.” She hummed. “I have done crazier things though.” Her eyes found his. “This company, I assume it will be comprised of warriors?”

“Indeed.”

“Would you like help?” she offered, and he cocked a suspicious brow.

“What are you after?”

“I assume unless I tell you, I’ll never be able to join?” his silence was her answer and she sighed. “Wintergrave is ancient. Its people are old. The young ones venture out east to the warmer lands for a better life. This city will never die, but at some point, you have to know when to let go and move on. It is time for me to move on.”

“I thought your family has protected this land? Are you going to ignore your duty?” he practically accused her of derelict duty.

“You assume I am the only beast-walker here. Others will keep the fire going. I wish to move on. If I’m to die, it won’t be pouring drinks to drunkards. I’ll die for something.” She held out her hand, waiting until he cautiously held his out the same; she took it, and he was surprised how warm she was, almost burning like fire. “Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, if you would will it, I will join you on this quest for Erebor. My strength and expertise are yours.”

He gazed at her. “You would do this for someone you don’t know? Without wanting reward?”

“Well, if we do manage to retake Erebor, I’d certainly enjoy being able to run a tavern somewhere in there. I am quite good at it, if you recall.”

Thorin chuckled, shaking her hand. “I will see what I can do once we reestablish Erebor.”

She smiled at him, pulling her hand away to rise from her seat. “I shall make preparations for my leave. I doubt I will ever make a journey back to Wintergrave in the future. It will be imperative to find a suitable family to take over my tavern. And to gather my belongings needed to take.”

“Have a lot?”

She shrugged. “Not so much material that is important. I have quite a mass of gold built up over the generations. I’ll have to prepare it for travel to the Blue Mountains.”

“Why?”

“What good is a mountain of gold if it’s not used for the better of something? You live in a cabin with little. It’s not difficult to understand that you send the majority of your sums back to your people.”

“You would give my people your gold?”

“Not all of it. A woman has to have something to live off of.”

Thorin rose. “You honor me and my people in the Blue Mountains.”

She tipped her head. “I will take my leave for the evening.” As she walked off, she turned, meeting his eyes. “Thorin…”

As she trailed off, he cocked a brow. “Yes?”

“Never mind,” she said, shaking her head. “Good eve.”

The door closed behind her and Thorin listened as an otherworldly sound echoed from behind the door, then a blood-chilling howl shook the walls; he turned to the desk, pulling a piece of parchment out to begin writing out the call for his company.

***

The city had practically sent the two off with more food, supplies, and gold than the two could do with. Still though, Thorin couldn’t say he was displeased with it. His companion hadn’t said much since they’d left, and he couldn’t help but watch her when he had the chance to. She looked ready, willing, for anything. What was so different was her garb. No longer dressed in the floor length dresses she typically wore, but a set of darkened leather armor, silver designs sewn into the side as well as silver buckles. Her back was held set with a wooden bow and at her side, the dagger that Thorin had forged for her along with a silver long sword—that, he recognized as elvish, and he fought the urge to sneer and scowl at it. Her face was covered with a mask, cut off just above her mouth, silver faceplate in the make of a wolf—he found she had quite a fondness for silver.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable as they travelled, and he felt comfort growing in him at having her at his side. Which was odd because Thorin didn’t trust anyone he’d never fought with. If he couldn’t trust them to cover his back in battle, how would he know they wouldn’t stab him in the back.

“You’re thinking awfully loud, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór.”

He rolled his eyes, griping, “I thought I’d said to stop that.”

“You did, but I find it annoys you and amuses me, so I shall continue.” She looked down at him. “What are you thinking about?” he opened his mouth and she added quickly, “And no need to hide it. We’re going to be together for a while. If we can’t be honest, we won’t work together.”

He ignored the urge to roll his eyes again but conceded. “I find it difficult to trust you since we’ve not seen battle together.”

“We will,” she replied, staring straight out to the road. “Your worst trust should be that I won’t eat you.” She accentuated her point by flashing her teeth with a grin. “I already gave you my word, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. Find it in yourself to trust me already.”

“Why should I take your word seriously?”

She pulled the reins and halted her steed, Thorin following in suit; she stared him down and said, “Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, at the end of the day, all a man has is his word. His word is his hope, his truth, his livelihood, his honor. I do not have a title to hold my honor to, but I have generations of protecting my home and doing what is right no matter how difficult to hold it.” She took the reins again. “My word is my honor, just as your word is yours. If you keep your word that you will protect me, then I shall keep mine and protect you. Nothing less.”

Thorin grunted, falling back in to suit beside her. “Apologies.”

“Save those for something serious,” she replied. “We’ve a long road ahead of us.” Looking at him, she asked, “Where is our first stop?”

“The Blue Mountains.” He gazed into the distance. “To collect some old friends.”

[hobbitsesoftheshire]

Pairing: Dwalin x baker!reader

Request: Hi!💐🌷

I don't know if you take request but I have a idea that I can't get out of my head.

It's about my favourite grumpy dwarf Dwalin.

It's after the war (where everyone lives because I can't handle the truth), and Dwalin accompanied his brother to a new small bakery. The owner is a female human/dwarf.

And one day when she's goes to deliver some goods that Balin and dwalin had order, she meets dwalin out on the training ground. Where she surprises dwalin with her hand to hand combat and weaponry skills.

I would reeally appreciate if you would write something like this, but of course you don't need to if you don't want to

Thanks👋🏻👋🏻🥰🥰

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It was one year after the war and king Thorin was arranging a feast in the celebration of winning the war. He had asked Balin and their cookie expert Dwalin to find a bakery to make some goods for the feast. Dwalin had heard of a new small bakery in Dale, with the best cookies outside of Shire.

That happened to be the bakery you worked at.

You had just started baking a wedding cake for a rich couple that lived in the rebuilt Laketown, when you heard the small bell above the door start ringing. "Coming!" you yelled from the backroom.

"Hello, my name is Y/N. How can i help you today?" you said politely. The two customers were dwarves. An older and shorter one and a gruff looking warrior.

"Hello, umm we are here to make an order for the upcoming feast in Erebor. The king Thorin asked us to find someone who could make a large amount of chocolate chip cookies. He wants a test batch to be delivered in an week, and after that if he approves we would need the cookies to be ready in a month. Could you make that order? We would of course pay you well" the short one said.

"Uh yes, yes i could do that. A week from now? Would the cookies be delivered straight to the king?" you answered starting to write the order down.

"Aye a week from now, lass, and the cookies would be delivered to me. M'a name's Dwalin" the slightly scary dwarf said.

"Alright master Dwalin, they shall be ready by then" you said and curtsied slightly.

"Good. We will be on our way now" the shorter one said before they walked out of the door.

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A week had passed and the test batch was ready. You were delivering it to the mountain when you passed by the training grounds. You saw master Dwalin training there with two other dwarves.

You started approaching them. Dwalin struck the other ones sword out of his hand and it landed at your feet. You set the basket where the cookies were on the ground and picked up the sword. Dwalin walked up to you and you raised the sword.

"T'is no toy lass" he grumbled.

"I know it's not, and neither am i" you answered smirking before charging at him.

He blocked your blow so you charged another one at him. You were sparring with him for a good three minutes before he managed to get you against a wall and his axes blade against you throat.

"You fight good. Where'd you learn that?" he asked, clearly impressed with your skills.

"My father's a blacksmith and i had a little too much time as a kid" you shrugged. "I brought the cookies" you said pointing to the basket.

"Good" he said and went to pic up the basket and take a cookie out.

"Shouldn't those be brought to the king?" you asked confused.

"Naw, i'm his cookie expert" he said winking.

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@germanamazona

[rogue-durin-16]

THE FLOWER IN THE FORGE (part I/II)

Request: Thorin x fem human! reader please where they meet in Ered Luin during Thorin’s blacksmith days, she bonded with the rest of the Durins too especially Dis, so just cute & stuff until finally Thorin has to leave to reclaim Erebor, maybe a bit of an angsty bittersweet ending because the reader is not interested in being a queen

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x human!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff

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Requested by: @queenofmankind

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid

Warnings: none really

A/N: this is my first fanfic of the Hobbit so it might be a bit meh but I need practice so forgive me plz. Also for those who don't know, English is not my mother tongue so I have to get used to this. Now enjoy <3

Part II

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Selling flowers in the town's market might not have been the most profitable business, but it was a beautiful one.

Each morning, I would leave my lowly home and walk all the way through the town square to the stall where colorful bouquets and delicate flower crowns were already waiting for me.

Though one day, as I made my way to my working place as always, I heard unusual metallic bang. Then another, and another, and another, it was almost rhythmic.

Out of curiosity I strayed from my path in order to discover what that sound was. It was early in the morning, not many places were open.

I gradually slowed down when I saw a raven-haired dwarf forging a sword at the end of the street, in what I thought was an abandoned blacksmith's shop.

I guessed it was no longer abandoned.

The dwarf looked up and his icy eyes fixed on mines with such an intensity that made me look away, almost ashamed of having stared at him for too long.

Just as I was about to make my way up the street again and retake my usual path, a deep, loud voice spoke. "Good morning."

I turned to meet his eyes once more. This time somehow they looked less intimidating than a couple of seconds before. "Good morning to you." I replied with a timid smile. "I apologize, I did not mean to stare."

"Do not apologize, m'lady." He responded leaving his hammer resting on the wooden table. "I understand it may be rare to see... Well, a-"

"Blacksmith in town." I finished his sentence with my words before he could finish with his. "We lacked from one for so long, I doubt I have ever listened to the hammering of the forge before." we stayed in silence for an instant before I spoke again. "May I know your name?"

"Only if I know yours."

"Y/n Y/l/n." I replied with a smile.

"Thorin Oakenshield." he presented himself, with a subtle bow of his head. "At your service."

"I will leave you now to your task, Thorin. I too have a job I must attend." I turned around once more while I waved goodbye at the handsome dwarf.

"Farewell, Y/n." as I got farther from him, I started hearing the hits of the hammer against the metal sword once more.

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What am I doing, I asked myself as I made my way to the blacksmith's with a portion of food I had bought in the market.

"Hey." Thorin looked up at me and almost instantly a half smile appeared on his lips. "happy to see me again?"

"Very." he replied, stopping his work. "I thought I might have scared you yesterday."

"Oh, you did." I spoke the truth, sitting on a free bench besides him. "But you have a pretty smile." he seemed shocked at my words, almost confused. "I brought you some food." I handed him the portion and he left the table he was working over to stand in front of me. "it occurred to me that you may be hungry."

"That's very thoughtful of you." Thorin sat besides and started eating. "but you don't have to look for excuses to come and see me." I widened my eyes and he let out a chuckle. "I was joking."

"I'm not paying you to court a human, dwarf! Work!" I burrowed my brows at the poor treatment, and, even though I could feel Thorin’s anger, he obliged and, after getting up, he gripped the hammer and the sword with such strength that his knuckles went white.

"I did not mean to distract you." He simply shook his head, dismissing me without any kind of eye contact. I could tell he was angry. "I'll leave you to it now." I smiled at him, though he wasn't looking, and I stood up and walked out.

Since he was now behind me, I couldn't acknowledge the way his eyes lingered on me; the longing they held.

"Y/n! Long time no see, kid." the bartender who worked in the same street as Thorin called my name. "What are you doing down here?"

"I came to see Thorin."

"Thorin?"

"The blacksmith." I detailed.

His face fell and a frown installed in his face. "That dwarf? What are your business with him?" before I could give a confused question for an answer, he spoke again. "Be careful, lass. Dwarves are not ones to trust."

"Uh... Sure."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day was close to the end when a pair of young dwarves appeared in my street, seemingly confused. "Excuse me, lady- Oh those are pretty." the dark-haired one spoke, visibly losing his trail of thoughts when his eyes got caught in the flower crowns.

"Kíli, focus." the blond one urged the other, nudging him. "Lady may I ask which way must we go in order to reach the blacksmith's shop?"

"You should walk to the end of this street, then take a left turn and go up, when you reach the square-"

"Could you guide us there?" The blond dwarf begged. "We have been lost for a couple of hours now."

"If you give me a moment, I will." I responded. I was going to leave soon anyway.

"Fíli, we should buy one of this crowns for mom." the brunet suggested, completely ignoring his brother distress. "She will love it."

With a sigh, Fíli took a look at the crown his brother was pointing at. "How much for this one, lady?"

Once they paid, I handed the crown to the brunet and closed the stall. "Alright lads, follow me." I guided them both all the way to the blacksmith's. I didn't need to ask if they knew Thorin, that was an obvious answer, though it was confirmed when, after hearing the noise both dwarves were causing behind me, he looked up with what I could tell was a scolding glare.

It softened considerably when his gaze was met with mine instead of with either of theirs.

"Y/n." A smile made its way to my face at the way my name rolled out of his tongue, which triggered a confident smirk on his. "I see you found my troublesome nephews." I let out a laugh, turning to meet two pair of curious eyes already staring at me. "Did they cause you any problems?"

"Not at all," I assured, taking a few steps more to reach the place where he was working. "they just could not find their way to here and requested my services as a guide."

"That was very kind of you," Thorin pointed out, his eyes fixed on mines with some kind of warmth "though I am not sure if I should thank you for bringing them to me." he then turned to both dwarves. "You should be at home."

"We came to keep your company." The blond one assured to his uncle.

"I do not need company." he sternly replied, to which the dark-haired one responded with a quiet murmur, causing his brother to nudge him scoldingly.

"What was it?" I questioned, curious, as I took a seat on a wooden stool near the forge.

"Nothing m'lady." the blond lied with an apologetic look.

"Kíli." Thorin called with tremendous authority in his voice. "What was it."

Kíli's lips formed a knowing, mischievous smile before any word left his mouth. "I said that we sure are poor company compared to the beautiful lady besides you, uncle." his brother pinched the bridge of his nose and I felt my cheeks burning.

"You are not wrong," Thorin replied with calmness and confidence in his voice. "Y/n is much better company than a couple of problematic dwarves." my cheeks only got redder, and though he was not looking at me, by the ghost of a smile in his gaze I could tell he somehow had noticed. "Now go home, it's late."

"Aren't you coming with us?" Fíli asked.

"I have too much work left to do." I was in that moment going to leave the blacksmith's to go home, but then I heard his words. "I'll spend the night here. Tell my sister not to worry." his nephews nodded and left us alone. "You should go home too." he commented, undoing the laces of his shirt after rekindling the fire.

"What did you mean with spending the night here?" I inquired, loosening my own laces.

It was way too hot in there.

"By the time I finish, it will be too late to go all the way back." he explained already back to the making of another sword.

"You can stay in my house." I suggested without giving a second thought to my words. "It's... Not much but there's enough room."

"You are too kind." he whispered, submerging the sword into water to cool it down. "It is alright, won't be the first time I do not have a bed to rest," he left the sword aside and proceeded to take off his shirt. "and it should won't be the last."

I didn't quite process the fact that he was shirtless until he started edging the sword, which made his muscles tense. His skin glistened with the sweat that the blacksmith's caused; his long raven hair fell in cascade partially covering his shoulders—

"Seems to me you like what you see." I was staring. Again. "It's alright." he assured with that that smug grin in his face. "You really should go home."

"I'll help you." I stated, using a lace on my wrist to tie up my hair. Once again I missed the way Thorin’s eyes fixed on my while I secured the hair; the way his jaw slightly dropped when, with my hair up, he was able to see my back. "That way you will finish earlier and we will go home together."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

THORIN'S P. O. V.

It was late night when I finally closed the blacksmith's shop and we went to Y/n's home.

We walked in silence —a comfortable one.

"Do you need a change of clothes?" she questioned, making her way to what I supposed was her bedchamber. "There's probably something in the chest."

"It won't be necessary." I spoke, sitting down to take off my boots. I looked up for an instant, and found Y/n's door not closed enough to shield her half naked body from me. I rapidly averted my eyes and turned around.

"If you change... your mind..." I could feel her gaze on my back as I took off both my shirts, so I looked over my shoulder to meet her eyes. "You can grab one." with a smile, she opened her bedchamber's door and motioned me to pass. "The bed is big enough so don't you dare to argue." she warned me, lying down under the blankets. "I'm tired."

"No wonder why," I listened to her, lying besides her over the bedding. "It was a long day." she hummed in response and, when I turned to her, she had her eyes closed already.

Ethereal was the only valid word to describe her. Damn my height, damn my race, damn my—

"like what you see?" she teased with a grin, her eyes still closed.

"I do." was I too forward? I had met her barely a week ago. Maybe her words and actions where misleading me, she was one of kind nature.

Her eyes opened and she stared into mines. "Do you?" I rolled to my side and gave her a discreet nod.

Before I could move towards her in order to test the waters, her lips where on mines, though as fast as they came, they left to be hidden behind the blankets.

"I apologize." she mumbled.

To which I replied, "Do not." I moved my hand to move the blanket away from her face so I could return the kiss to her.

[saucyminxbrainspill]

Broken Things - Chapter 1

A/N: This fic mingles both film and book canon, especially in the area of TIME (i.e. how long it takes to actually travel to & through certain regions during the dwarves’ Quest for Erebor). I vastly prefer the more realistic timeline in Tolkein’s writing than the super-condensed “there’s always someone chasing us” version of the films. Cross country travel takes a long time on foot, friends.

Fandom: The Hobbit (films)

Setting: first part of the Quest for Erebor

Characters: Fili x fem!reader, Bofur, Bilbo, Thorin, Kili, The Company

Chapter Warnings: angsty Fili feelings, pining, mild dwarf-on-dwarf violence, smoking, homicidal pipeweed, not-quite-stalking,

RATING: PG – Mildly angsty fluff, with implied racy thoughts.

Word Count: 2187

Summary: Fili’s got it bad for Y/N, a human linguist and healer accompanying Thorin’s Company on the Quest for Erebor. All he wants to do is find a way to confess his feelings and court her properly. But unbeknownst to him, Y/N carries hidden trauma from her past. Can Fili help her overcome her demons and win her heart?

Fili twirled his favorite knife absently in one hand, lips pressed tight around the stem of grass he held between clenched teeth. His stormy gaze hovered somewhere above the line of tents encircling the market square, eyes not needed to manipulate the spinning blade. He stared so fiercely that a casual observer might be forgiven for thinking he was contemplating imminent violence, and passers-by gave him a wide berth. But Bofur knew better. As had often been the case over the past two weeks, the young prince was currently deaf to the outer world, his attention fixed on the theater of his own mind. The older dwarf eyed the younger and sighed gustily. He knew what that look meant.

Bofur hooked his thumbs in his belt and strode through the crowds towards where Fili sat leaning against an abandoned baker’s stall, taking advantage of the shade of a venerable elm. The din of the summer market roiled around them. Other members of the company could be seen (or in Dwalin’s case, heard) haggling over supplies, inspecting the vendors’ wares, and generally enjoying a day of rest before the next leg of their journey. It was a robust market for such a modest village, and likely the last one they’d see before they crossed into less hospitable country.

Bofur stepped into the welcome shade, shot Fili a sideways glance, and cleared his throat. No response. He then proceeded to clean his pipe with more than the usual scraping and clattering, in a further attempt to rouse the distracted prince. Nothing. Fili didn’t even acknowledge his presence. Bofur smiled.

Reaching for his newly acquired pouch of Longbottom Leaf, Bofur filled his pipe, lit it, puffed a few times, took a long pull, gazed nonchalantly out over the crowd, and drawled, “Nice day fer a bit of shopping, eh?" His companion continued to stare at nothing. Bofur tried again, this time with something a little closer to the prince's heart. "Did ye see the blades the local blacksmith was tryin' to pass off on these sorry folk? He ought ta be ashamed." Fili gave a noncommittal grunt. Bofur waited a beat, blew a lopsided smoke ring out over the square, then decided to go in for the kill. "Sooooo . . . when are ye gonna tell Y/N that ye fancy ‘er?” He was not disappointed.

Fili immediately started as if he’d been stung. Whipping his head around to stare at Bofur with wide eyes, he blinked twice before bleating, “Wha- . . . what did you say?”

Bofur took another unhurried drag, thoroughly enjoying the young Durin’s sudden discomfiture. He raised an eyebrow casually, and replied “Oh, I was just wonderin’ when ye’r gonna get off yer royal backside and tell our fine little lady how ye feel about ‘er. The lads an’ I have a bet, ye see. Bombur says-“ before he could finish his thought, Fili surged to his feet, grabbed Bofur by the collar of his jacket, and dragged him behind the stall out of sight of the square.

“Who told you that I fancy her?” he yelped, throwing the hatted dwarf against the elm’s hoary trunk and glaring him down. Bofur waved his hand as he choked on a lungful of smoke, motioning for the indignant prince to give him a little breathing space. Fili released his hold on Bofur’s jacket and stepped back, allowing the sputtering dwarf to double over in a fit of coughing. After a few moments and a series of gasping breaths, Bofur looked up, eyes streaming, and rasped “Oi! Nobody needed to tell me, lad. We've all seen the way ye look at her: the way ye’ve been looking at her all the way from the Shire! Ye’r not so secretive as ye might think.”

Fili bounced his leg nervously, outrage abruptly replaced by worry. “Kakfh, does everybody know?” he cursed under his breath. Then, suddenly alarmed, he grabbed Bofur’s jacket again. “Do you think she knows? I mean, if you noticed, that means she could have too, right? She’s smarter than the lot of us! Has she said anything to you? Or to Bombur, or Bifur? Do you think she”- Bofur grasped Fili’s wrists, stalling his frantic rambling, and gingerly removed the prince’s hands from his twice-assaulted collar, chuckling as Fili realized his faux pas and retreated into his own personal space. “Nay, lad. In this regard, our lovely little bookworm seems just as stone-headed as ye! Fer all I can see, she’s completely blind to yer tragic affections.”

Fili let out a strangled huff and raked his hands through his golden locks. Thank Mahal, she hadn't noticed his embarrassing fascination with her! But . . . it seemed everyone else had. He glanced over at Bofur, still coughing a bit, and thumped his back apologetically. “I’m sorry. I just . . . I thought I had kept it hidden. But apparently I’m an open book” he lamented, and Bofur’s heart softened at the dejection in the young dwarf’s voice. He clapped a hand on Fili’s shoulder.

“Hard to keep secrets on the road, lad, especially from yer elders!” he teased, eyes twinkling. “Still . . .  I shouldn’t keep her waiting on the truth much longer if I were ye. The only one yer hurtin’ is yerself.” He gave Fili a sage wink, and saw hopeful fires alight in his eyes.

“You mean you think . . . I mean, she might . . . It’s possible she could . . . ?” Fili’s thoughts tumbled off his lips so rapidly, he couldn't finish one before another took its place. Bofur threw back his head and chortled.

“I can’t speak for the lass, now can I? But ye’ll never know if ye don’t ASK! Go on, you heartsick lulkh! Go find 'er!” He shoved Fili’s shoulder with gruff affection, and the prince stumbled out into the sunlight. Fili blinked, holding his hand up to shield his eyes as he surveyed the square, when another thought occurred to him. He turned, mouth open to ask another question, but Bofur had already strolled off to find his brother and cousin. He had a bet to collect!

Curiosity tugged at the back of Fili’s mind, and he forced himself to look past her striking face, unmistakably appealing figure, and breathtaking smile - Durin's Beard, that smile! - and scrutinize her with an unimpassioned eye. For the first time, he noticed the worn state of her boots, the patched leather of her trousers, especially around the curve of her-Mahal, what are you, thirty??? He tore his gaze away and took a deep breath to settle his thoughts.  Clothes. Focus on the clothes!

The market boiled with a surprising number of patrons for its size, but nevertheless Fili soon found the person who had occupied his every waking thought for two solid weeks. She meandered along a line of clothing stalls, her fingers trailing reverently over embroidered blouses, prismatic scarves, and flowing dresses: not the sort of attire suited to long days of riding cross-country, Fili thought.  He regarded her for a long while, pondering how to approach her. She drifted from stall to stall, studying every color, texture, and aroma with deliberate attention. Her eyes held something like hunger, and a sudden though came to him unbidden: perhaps she had never had finery of her own?

The dwarves knew very little of her background, other than what Gandalf had offered when he submitted her along with Bilbo for inclusion in Thorin's Company: she was a gifted scholar with a sharp mind and extensive knowledge of languages, healing, and the mixing of herbs, and her skills would serve them well on their venture. Thorin had scoffed at the idea of bringing along an academic but changed his tune swiftly when she greeted him formally in Khuzdul. (They later learned that it was one of only three phrases she had memorized by rote. As a precocious child born to unremarkable parents, she had developed a habit of pestering merchants who traded with her village until they taught her odd bits of their crafts or - even better! - languages. The most valuable caravans often employed armed escorts, and she had once trailed a pair of Dwarven sell-swords for a week, practicing the traditional greeting until they pronounced her accent "passably unoffensive", and also taught her how to say farewell, and one other choice phrase that would make most men blush.) When she proved she could both saddle and mount a pony without help (unlike the hobbit), Thorin had grudgingly agreed that she might not be completely useless.

Her clothes matched her vocation and marked her for a traveler: subdued colors, sturdy fabrics, no ornamentation to speak of. From the waist up (he daren't linger lower!), she wore a plain linen tunic and a fitted leather jerkin laced up the front, both of which she left open at the throat, exposing the hollow of her creamy throat and hinting at the swell of- Dammit, Fili! He cursed under his breath. By Mahal's hammer, how hard was it to make an objective assessment? Swallowing hard, the golden prince glared at Y/N's boots while he counted to ten, and only then dared to raise his eyes. She wore no jewelry. Even her shining hair was bound with a clasp made of leather and wood. Perhaps his hunch wasn't just foolish conjecture.

As if answering his thoughts, Y/N moved towards the last stall on the row: a jeweler’s stall. She exchanged a few words with the vendor, who smiled at her and nodded. Then she slowly devoured every piece, fingers brushing over a comb or gently lifting a bracelet to admire it before reluctantly setting it back in place. She lingered longest over a beautiful necklace - a pair of emerald cabochons set in intricate silverwork and suspended from a delicate chain.

Acting on his instinct, Fili strode towards her, calling her name from a few paces away to avoid startling her with his appearance. Nevertheless, she jumped and spun towards him, nearly toppling a rack of earrings, which he caught and righted with a smile. She flushed and averted her gaze, whether embarrassed by her clumsiness or at having been caught ogling jewelry he could not tell.

Fili clasped his hands behind his back and gave her a courteous half-bow. “Good afternoon, Y/N,” he began with more composure than he felt. “How are you enjoying the market?”

“Oh, it’s delightful” she said, studying the display in front of her closely. “I am glad to be out of the saddle for a day!” Fili chuckled. She wasn’t the only one to share that sentiment! He followed her gaze and noticed it lingering once more on the emerald necklace. Now or never!

“Which one’s your favorite?” he asked brightly, smiling wider when she blinked up at him in surprise. Her eyes glittered with a lively intelligence that he found more bewitching than any jewel. Not for the first time, his breath caught as her sparkling orbs met his. 

“Oh!” she exclaimed, glancing back at the table full of trinkets. “Oh, I could never afford such luxury as this. They’re lovely, certainly, but . . . not for me, I think.” She gathered herself as if to turn away. Taking a risk, Fili laid his hand on her arm. She tensed immediately under his touch, and her bright eyes snapped back to his, but she didn’t pull away.

“Forget what they cost for a moment” he urged softly, daring to keep eye contact despite the frantic hammering of his heart. “Which one appeals to you? You’ve been over here for quite a while, you know; surely you must have seen something that you like!” He searched her face, for what he could not quite say. Realization that he had been watching her browse the stalls? Recognition of the emotions that threatened to incinerate him? Any indication that she might feel just as affected in that moment as he did? She opened her mouth as if to say something, then shut it, biting her lower lip softly. Blood roared in his ears, and he stopped breathing.

“I don’t think . . .” she began, then faltered. Something like lightning crackled hot and fierce between them along the plane of their unified gaze, and Fili swore he could see her pulse racing as swiftly as his own just below the skin of her throat. Y/N swallowed, and found her voice. “I enjoy looking at them, truly. But I really can’t-“

“Y/N! There you are!” a familiar voice called, causing them both to start. Fili jerked his hand back, cursing the entire Baggins clan as Bilbo drew up beside them, puffing and red-faced. “Y/N! Oin asked me to find you!” he panted. “He wants you to come right away. Says he needs help preparing the herbs he bought so they’ll be ready for travel tomorrow. Something about powdering and tinctures and whatnot.” Y/N smiled at the winded hobbit, suddenly all business. “Lead on” she said, gesturing back the way Bilbo had come. The halfling nodded and turned to retrace his steps. Y/N glanced once more at Fili, blushed furiously, and hurried after him.

As soon as she rounded the corner and disappeared, Fili turned to the jeweler and pointed at the emerald necklace. “I’ll take that, if you please sir”, he said brusquely. The vendor took one look at his flustered countenance, gave a small smile, and carefully placed the necklace in a small, intricately carved box. “I’m sure the lady will be thrilled. The box ye can have for free”.

Oh, Mahal, Fili prayed: please let him be right!

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[hard-to-be-the-bard]

Fili x Human!Reader

Man I am problematically obsessed with this man

Angst with happy ending (but will the ending be in this part. maybe not) , might make this a series

Ok imma make a part 2

You’d been travelling with the company from the start. Gandalf had shown up on your doorstop, thirteen dwarves behind him, along with the hobbit Bilbo.

He’d practically shown himself in, giving you a smile before entering, then the dwarves came bumbling along after. It was only Bilbo who gave you an apologetic smile

“If it makes any difference, they did the same to me, bombarded me, that is, may I come in?” He asks, and you smile, allowing him to enter, and he nods his head at you.

It was long after that your pantry was completely emptied. And Gandalf sat, introducing you to the rest of the company, as you say under Thorin’s gaze, and after him making several comments on how they needn’t bring a woman along with the company, Gandalf had made your case for you.

After all the years you’d spent on middle earth, you’d managed to become quite proficient in swordsmanship. As well as that, in scouting, Gandalf thought you’d be the perfect accompaniment in finding the Arkenstone.

And even after Thorin’s grumbling, he’d finally accepted it, offering a nod in your direction as you’d signed the contract.

The dwarves had stayed the night, spread out across the floor, and in the morning you were on the road together.

That was several months ago, and now sitting beside the campfire you listened as Balin talk.

You’d been learning about dwarf culture from the moment you’d joined, interested in their history, and he’d been more than happy to sit and talk to you at night, around the campfire.

And he was talking of courting rituals tonight.

“Now lass, dwarf courting may seem to be the most complicated, but you must know it is the most sincere” He tells you, and you nod more to yourself than him.

You already knew how lacking dwarf females were, so when a dwarf had found their One, it was undeniable how much care and attention went into the relationship.

He was currently discussing the importance of braiding, and every so often you felt your gaze turn to Fili, who was sitting on the other side of the fire, laughing to something Kili was telling him.

It was no surprise to yourself that you had feeling for him, the two of you spoke frequently, and you’d even joined in with some of Kili’s antics throughout the journey.

“Can dwarves court other race?” You suddenly questioned, your voice almost a whisper, and Balin’s head turned quickly, before he followed your gaze to where Fili sat.

“Ah-” He says, almost knowingly, looking down at you

“There-” He almost hesitates as you look up at him

“There has never been a history of a dwarf courting a human, no lass” He says, still watching you, and he notices your expression fall

“That’s not to say it couldn’t happen” He says, and he speaks again

“But lass, a dwarf’s experience of love is much different to a human, when we find our One, that’s it, there’s no one else for us, which is why the courting is so long” He says

“That makes sense I guess” You say, pulling your knees up and resting your chin on them

“There’s no harm in trying” Balin says quietly, and you turn to look at him again.

“I wouldn’t know where to start” You say, and he shifts on his position to sit next to you on the floor

“Start with a gift, a courting offer, we’re passing a town soon, I’m sure you could find something” He says, and you turn to smile at him

“Thank you Balin, truly” You say, and he nods

“I know you care for him, the way you look at him tells me as much, but I can only wish you the best lass” He says, and you nod again, before you see Thorin walk over, to inform you it’s just turn on watch.

You stand placing a hand on Balin’s shoulder, thanking him once more, before you, to take your place on watch.

You’d sat and thought about what you’d get him, and then it hit you, the dwarf always seemed to carry daggers on him.

You could get a blacksmith to make him a dagger.

And so you did, when you’d arrived in town, telling the dwarves you had some things to do, and Balin gave you a knowing look as you headed off to the nearest blacksmith.

It had cost you nearly all of your savings, and the blade was completely unique, engraved too.

And as you carried it back to where the other were you asked if you could speak to Balin in private.

The older dwarf had followed you and you place the dagger on the table.

“Is this?” You asked, and he smiled at you

“Lass, this would be a fine courting gift for any dwarf” He says, and you let out a sigh of relief.

Once you’d returned to the group, you’d received a strange look from Thorin, who’s glance went down to the now wrapped blade you’d bought.

His expression changed and he took you by the arm, leading you to a corner.

“Is that what I think it is?” He asked, and you hesitated, and he noticed.

“You know what it would mean if he accepted yes?” He questioned, and you realised he knew

“I- Yes, Balin told me” You said quietly, and he nodded.

“I wish you the best” He said, and you smiled

“Thank you, that means a lot”

It was evening now, and you wiped the palm of your hands on your clothes, nervous.

Fili was nearby, with Kili, and you were thinking of the best way to get him alone when Thorin spoke up

“Fili, I need you and Y/N to do a scout, make sure the woods are clear” He says, and you turn to look at him surprised as he nods at you, and Fili stands, offering you a small smile, before you follow him down the path.

“When you’re far enough from the others, you come to a stop.

“Fili-” You speak, and he turns, frowning thinking you’d heard something

“Is there something wron-” He stops when you pull out the leather wrapped dagger.

“Y/N-” He started, but you interrupted him

“Please let me speak. Look, I know we’ve known each other for a short time but- I was hoping you’d accept this” You said, as you placed it in his hands.

He looked hesitant as he unwrapped it, and froze when he saw the dagger.

You knew he knew what it was. 

You were hopeful, waiting for him to say something, and your heart was pounding in you chest.

It was when he pushed it back into your hands you stopped breathing.

“Y/N- I can’t accept this, I’m sorry” He says, head low, looking at the floor.

You can’t speak and you open your mouth to say something, but he apologises again and turns, walking away from you in the direction of camp.

You stand there, praying that the world would swallow you into the ground, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes

“Fuck-” You whispered as you began to cry, leaning against a tree and slumping onto the ground, the dagger now thrown at the floor beside you

He’d be back at camp now.

And they’d know. They’d all know what had happened.

You tucked your head into your knees. It was a stupid idea to begin with.

A dwarf and a human. Balin had said it himself, no dwarf had courted a human, and here you were, proof of that.

[the-fandoms-georgie]

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.

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The Mate (Thorin x Reader)

Summary: When Smaug’s destruction left the pack of Erebor homeless, Thorin has to call in a debt owed to his father to get a new home for his pack members. When Thorin reaches the Blue Mountains and discovers his mate is amongst the humans living in the mountain village, will Thorin give up his hope for one day reclaiming his territory?

Warnings: None

Part Two, Part Three

The minute Thorin walked into the Blue Mountains, he knew he found his home. After the destruction of Smaug, Thorin and his pack had to move west, taking all of their leftover belongings with them. It was the smell that first caught his attention. Vanilla mixed with the smell of berries and bread, it was intoxicating to him.

The smell left his mind puzzled as Thorin shook his head and continued walked into the town, now focused on getting his pack settled in before anything else.

“Alpha Thorin,” Alpha Broadbeam called out, confusion clear in his voice, it was rare for another alpha to leave their territory, especially in mid-summer. Typically they’d leave south during the colder months if necessary but not always.

“Alpha Broadbeam,” Thorin’s voice was thick in relief, grateful to see a longtime friend after so much was lost.

“What’s wrong, Thorin?” Broadbeam dropped the formality as soon as he saw Thorin’s pack behind him, the wolves shifting back into their human form, checking on their mates and family that was walking behind them. “Smaug, he destroyed everything… So many are dead,” Thorin nearly whimpered in grief, seeing so many get charred to bits from the flames.

“Your father did much for me when he was Alpha of Erebor, I owe him a debt…” Broadbeam began, feeling his heart grow saddened as he saw the children whine about being hungry to their mothers who were trying to hold back tears.

“You all may stay here for as long as you need,” Broadbeam finished, nodding to himself. “There are several empty houses from when the Firebeards moved south, lots of jobs that need to be picked back up,” Broadbeam smiled, there was another pack that shared this land before, what would be a problem with bringing that tradition back?

“Thank you, I now owe a debt then,” Thorin said as Broadbeam chuckled, “Nah, let’s just call it even, a debt I owed to your father now paid and a clean slate is before us.”

The two set out to organize where each member of the pack would live, and Thorin himself only took the home that was leftover. It was a small cottage, a single bedding chamber, and had just enough room for a sitting area in the kitchen and an armchair near the fireplace. “Are you sure you want this for yourself, Thorin?” Dwalin, Thorin’s beta asked with confusion. Alpha’s were like kings, and this house was surely not suited for a king. “My people come first, living accommodations do not concern me, for I am only concerned that I have a slightly soft place to rest my head. I will sleep in the forest if I needed to,” Thorin nearly growled, his love for his people was strong.

“Aye…” Dwalin could only nod, not wanting to set off Thorin’s temper any more than he already had. “Come first light, Alpha Broadbeam will show us the jobs that are needed to be taken up,” Dwalin reminded, “Aye, I will see you then,” Thorin nodded to Dwalin, allowing him to leave for the evening and spend time with his brother Balin.

Sighing, Thorin slumped onto the small dining chair, groaning as it squeaked beneath his weight. Thorin couldn’t wait to not have to rely on another alpha for home and shelter. Growling, Thorin shook his head. It will be soon. It must be soon.

When first light peaked through the windows, Thorin was already ready to leave, eager to get going. He wanted to get himself and his pack back to their former glory, wanting to do anything he can to get there.  Being in a new place, Thorin didn’t get much sleep, his mind alert and ready to get going, waiting for another attack from Smaug.

Leaving the small cottage, Thorin took a deep breath, the morning dew soothing his worries as the calm air of the mountains filled his lungs.

“Alpha Thorin,” Dwalin called out to him in greeting, bowing his head out of respect as Thorin nodded in return, “Did Broadbeam tell you where to meet him?” Thorin questioned immediately, confused as to why Broadbeam wouldn’t be here first light. “He said he’d be here,” Dwalin shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

‘Hmm’-ing deep in his chest, Thorin leaned against the fence. He fought the urge to shift right here and go for a run in the woodland, ‘He will arrive soon,’ Thorin soothed himself, knowing that later that evening he would get to go on a run as long as he wanted.

“My apologies for being late,” Broadbeam emerged from the woods, fresh from a shift by the way his clothes were disheveled, obviously put on in a rush. “It’s alright, shall we get going?” Thorin questioned, a polite smile on his face as Broadbeam nodded, walking alongside Thorin.

As they walked to town, Broadbeam began to explain the history of Ered Luin, “These hills are home to humans and wolves alike, so be careful who you shift around,” Broadbeam explained causing Dwalin to cross his arms, a scowl on his face. “The humans don’t know?” He questioned gruffly but with respect laced in his town, after all, Broadbeam was an alpha.

“They know,” Broadbeam began, sighing slightly, “However they know not to ask who is and who isn’t a wolf,” Thorin nodded, “In case hunters come around?” Thorin guessed, knowing it was easier to not give up information if you didn’t have any to begin with. “Yes, you are free to tell whoever you’d like, but they won’t ask and they won’t tell once they know,” Broadbeam finished, nodding to a passerby.

“The town has a single bakery, ran by the (L/N)’s, an alchemist hut ran by the NightThorn family, a healer’s cavern, a tavern ran by the Ironfoots, an inn--”

“What was that?” Thorin nodded to an empty building, curiosity brimming in him. It was in the middle of the town, a large stone building made for something more than dust and decay. “Ah… That is the old blacksmith shop, it was shut down when the smithy died last spring, old age, poor man,” Broadbeam shook his head sighing, “Brought in a lot of business too,” Broadbeam sighed and continued ranting about the shops and services and who they were run by.

“Dwalin and I worked in the forges, we have smithing experience,” Thorin butted into Broadbeam’s rant, causing it to cease. “You’d want to set up the smithy shop again?” Broadbeam said with a slight grin, knowing Thorin couldn’t stay away from the old shop. “Of course,” Thorin agreed, knowing that it was something he loved to do and could make money very quickly.

“Well, then I’ll get the paperwork ready,” Broadbeam grinned as Thorin’s brain became fuzzy, the smell he smelt when he first arrived now filling his lungs like oxygen that he couldn’t live without. He wanted to smell it all the time. “Do you smell that?” Thorin questioned, taking a big sniff of the air, his eyes wanting to slip shut in bliss.

The two men looked at Thorin in confusion, sniffing at the air before shrugging, “Smell what?” Dwalin finally asked causing Thorin to shake his head as it was gone again, “Nothing, I must be imagining things,” Thorin sighed as Broadbeam began to lead them away to the town hall for the rewriting of the lease of the smithy shop.

Confusion swept over him in waves as he felt his inner wolf whining, begging to be let out like it would die if he wouldn’t let him take over right then and there.

“What is it?” He internally asked, but only got more whining in return, “We’ll go for a run later, calm down,” Thorin sighed, not liking the anxious, butterfly feeling in his stomach that his wolf created inside of him.

Several hours later, the blacksmith shop was cleansed and now ready to be opened first thing in the morning. Sighing, Thorin rolled his neck, groaning in delight when he heard the pops of his aching bones.

Looking at the horizon, Thorin grinned as his eyes flickered gold for a moment. The sun was setting. He could finally go for a run.

Nearly running to his cottage, Thorin discarded his clothes as he felt his joints and bones pop out of place, kneeling on the ground and shifting into his wolf form. His wolf was truly a sight to behold, his once vibrant blue eyes were now shining gold, his fur a deep black with silver undertones, shimmering in the moonlight.

Nudging open the door, Thorin left the cottage and bolted through the woodlands. The dirt mushing beneath his large paws as he jumped over rocks and fallen trees, the wind carding through his fur soothingly.

But then he smelt it.

The smell of vanilla mixed with berries and bread filled his nostrils again as he paused in his run. Following the smell, Thorin realized he was getting closer to town. Stopping at the edge of the treeline, Thorin watched, his eyes narrowing in on your form as you closed down the bakery for the day, a basket of leftover loaves of bread and pastries in your arm.

Humming to yourself you walked down the stone path towards your house, unaware of the fierce gaze that was on you at all times.

Following you behind the trees, Thorin nearly swooned as the smell followed you. Thorin’s eyes widened as he realized one thing…

‘Mate,’

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[rogue-barnes-16]

Hi i’d like to request a Thorin x fem human! reader please where they meet in Ered Luin during Thorin’s blacksmith days, she bonded with the rest of the Durins too especially Dis, so just cute & stuff until finally Thorin has to leave to reclaim Erebor, maybe a bit of an angsty bittersweet ending because the reader is not interested in being a queen

I'll get at it as soon as possible darling! It won't be perfect tho, since it will probably be the first thing I write about the Hobbit, but I'll try my best ♥️

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Smithing While Smitten

Chapter one: An Unlikely Ally

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Valar!Reader

Word Count: 1,772

warnings: Violence, ass holery, dubious use of magic, uncomfortable situation (I guess), injury

A/N: new series, let me know that you think! Also this is your holiday present from me.

   You were a lesser known member of the valar, living in Middle Earth in the blue mountains.  You disguised yourself as a human, making yourself less ethereal looking, and more normal, it helped you hide from the other valars, who wanted you to come back to Valinor. Recently you had heard something you had not heard of since the first age, a dragon had attacked a kingdom to the east. Erebor, you had been there in the infancy of the kingdom, when it was still just a mining colony. You had hid here for a number of years before moving on and during that time the Dwarves of Erebor had endeared themselves to you. But you had heard word that they were planning to move back into Dwarrowdelf (moria), but from the way people grimaced when they said the name, something was wrong.

     It was years later before you had heard anything about the Dwarves of Erebor again, those in the villages of men were unhappy with that. They feared the dwarves would take up all of the food, and jobs, and make prices go up. Three months later they were in the blue mountains, they had settled not even half a mile away from the cave you lived in. Every day you would go and watch them build shacks and huddle in the cold winds at night. You watched as many Dwarves sought work elsewhere to feed their families, and as children waited for their fathers to come back. Once a week you’d leave nearly a dozen large game animals for them to eat, so that way no one starved and so everyone had nice fur coats to keep warm, and fought off marauders and orc packs so they were safe.  They had no idea you even existed, but that didn’t matter, it didn’t even matter that they never repaid you, you just wanted them safe. One day, whilst in nearest man village you spotted one of your favorite Dwarves, Thorin. The thing that drew you to him initially was his eyes, they were the vividest blue eyes you had ever seen. But what won you over was his work ethic, his kindness, intelligence, strength, loyalty, honor, and his steadfast personality.

     Thorin was working at the blacksmiths shop, he was hammering away on a pot with a bent bottom. You watched for a bit, long enough to see the human Blacksmith who owned the shop attempting to sneak up on Thorin with a hot poker. Without really thinking you hurried into the forge, you thought that your presence would be enough to dissuade the man from his misdeed, but no. You eventually just grabbed the poker with your bare hand and stared the man down, but being one of the Valar the fire did not burn you.

    When the man had fled, Thorin looked aghast at the red wrought iron spike in your grip. You turned to him and asked, “Are you alright?”

    "Your hand it’s burning, you must let it go!“ he exclaimed trying to get you to open your hand. When you did, your hand was unharmed, which seemed to surprise him greatly. He stared at it for a good minute before looking up at you and the words just fell from his mouth, “What are you?”

   For some reason you felt you could trust Thorin with your secret, so you smiled at him and whispered, “I’ll show to later, but for now I need to deal with the blacksmith,” leaving him in the shop by himself. You hypnotized a good deal of the town into believing that they saw what you had seen the black smith attempt to do to Thorin. Only you had them believe one of the townspeople stepped in and fended off the blacksmith, not you.The blacksmith was arrested, and his shop license was given to his second in command, who wasn’t a raging sadist. The only one you left with the actual account was Thorin, and when you were done it was time for Thorin to head home to his people. You waited for him outside of town for him on the path he takes to and fro. When he showed up you called for him, he spun around and barked, “What did you do? This whole damn town thinks that some cobbler’s apprentice stopped him when he didn’t!”

     “I did what I thought would enable you to keep your job here, and bring that awful man to justice.” You replied, “Did I do the wrong thing?”

    "it isn’t justice if you had to put a spell on the town to achieve it.“ Thorin grumbled.

    You said, "I only made them believe that they saw what I saw, and that someone else stopped him. The judgments and conclusions that they came to they made on their own.”

     “It’s fine, but I feel guilty getting paid extra for lying.” He huffed, “That kid couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone the blacksmith, how come you didn’t modify my memory of the event?”

    "Your mind is a little harder to change, and you’re not nearly as suggestible as they are, perk of being a dwarf, I guess.“ You chuckled,"That and for some inexplicable reason I trust you.”

    "You don’t even know me.“ he grunted as he attempted to walk faster.

    You kept up with him and said, "I know you’re from Erebor, you lost your home and a good deal of your family, you came here to the blue mountains with your people and you take work in the villages of men to support your growing family.”

   Thorin stopped and snarled, “So you pity me! Is that why you bother me so?” His upper lip curling back to bare his teeth in indignation.

    You looked back at him and grumbled, “You do not have my pity Thorin, I can’t really explain what my feelings towards you are, but I do know I wish to keep helping you and your people.”

    He snapped, “Keep helping! No such help has been given to me or my people!”

     “Who do you think brings you those game animals and leaving them for you? And why do you think your people have not been attacked by orc or raiders since you came here? Who do you thinks leads your children back to the village when they get lost?” You asked.

    Thorin looked at you with wide eyes, he breathed, “That is you, who keeps doing those things? why do you help us so much?”

    "because once, a long time ago, I lived in Erebor, and your people were so very kind to me even when they did not have much to give, I only wish for your people to be safe and to return that kindness.“ you explained. 

    Thorin’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, he said, "How long ago did you live there, you couldn’t be older than I am.”

    "I am in fact older than you, when I lived in Erebor it was still just a mining colony back in the first age.“ You replied, "At this rate you’re not going to make it home until after supper, your sister is going to chew you out again if you miss dinner for a second time this week.”

    Thorin sheepishly mewed, “You know about that?”

    "Of course I know about that, you could hear her yelling from the other side of the mountain, she’s got quite a pair of lungs on her.“ You mused, as you two hiked up the mountain side.    After nearly an hour of walking Thorin stopped and said, "You never told me what you were, you said you’d tell me later, it’s later now.”

    You stopped and looked back at him for a second time that night, and sighed, “I suppose I did in fact promise to show you didn’t I? Alright, I will show you, but promise me you won’t freak out first.”

    After agreeing to not freak out, you let the transformation spell that kept you looking human fall, revealing your true form to him. Which was that of fire, lightening, and crystals, your being as a Valar. Thorin fell to his knees just looking at you, you were radiant in his eyes but yet he was terrified. You shifted your form to another, one that was more ethereal looking. You stood before him waiting hesitantly for a reaction, when he just sat there on the ground gawking at you, you said, “So…are you freaking out, or are you okay with this? What’s going on in that noggin of your’s?”

    It took him a second to collect his senses so he could speak, “What are you exactly, I know that you’re something ancient and powerful, but I cannot grasp it.” He was clearly attempting to be more formal, and to come off more dignified and kingly than in the past, he even stood up straight an held up his nose.

    You smiled at him being silly, and answered, “I’m one of the Valar, but one that you probably haven’t heard of before, in the grand scheme of things I’m not very important, I usually prefer to remain out of the limelight.”

   Thorin walked in silence beside you until you reached the edge of his village, where you stopped walking. Thorin looked at you and said, “What’s wrong?”

    "This is as far as I go Thorin, I just wanted to make sure you got home safely.“ You replied.

    He frowned, held out his hand and beckoned you, "Come have dinner with my family, please. I wish to introduce you.”

    "I don’t know Thorin,“ you mumbled, unsure of the best course of action. Thorin rolled his eyes, grabbed your hand, and dragged you to his house. You had to duck your head to get through the door, but you quickly started to pull your transformation spell back up so you looked normal. By the time Thorin was done taking off his coat he turned around and saw the ordinary young lady he met in the market place looking sheepish, and out of her element. It amused him to think a Valar would feel alien and uncertain in a house. When you noticed his look you chuckled, "it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a mortal made structure, at least 10,000 years or so.”

    "if not some castle where do you live?“ Thorin inquired , slightly concerned about your living arrangements.

    Before you could reply you suddenly both of you hear a voice call out, "Thorin is that you? Did you bring someone home, should I set out a bowl for them at the table?” and approaching foot steps. 

A/N: The gif is not mine

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[rogue-durin-16]

I'm happy you liked it ♥️ also I thought about writing a drabble about her receiving the news bc I thought about it too lmao but I can't promise anything

THE FLOWER IN THE FORGE (part II/II)

Request: Thorin x fem human! reader please where they meet in Ered Luin during Thorin’s blacksmith days, she bonded with the rest of the Durins too especially Dis, so just cute & stuff until finally Thorin has to leave to reclaim Erebor, maybe a bit of an angsty bittersweet ending because the reader is not interested in being a queen

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x human!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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The flower in the forge: @rosierosieelain

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Warnings: feelings duh

A/N: the second part is finally finished uwu, I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first one, though it's kinda long ngl, anyway enjoy <3

Part I

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There were rumors almost immediately after Thorin had spent the night in my house, and they only increased when, past a week, we started courting each other. The people in town weren't exactly subtle, so we caught on them rather quickly.

"What are you doing here?" Thorin inquired after having seen me approaching the blacksmith's.

"I came to keep your company for a bit." my reply was casual and relaxed, as opposed to his tone, almost distressed. "Would you like me better away?" my question was meant to tease him, though it hid some insecurity.

"It is not like that." he grumbled, moving around the workplace; I couldn't say for sure if he was actually working or if he was avoiding having to lay his eyes on me.

"Then?"

He ceased his actions for a moment and sighed. "People talk." he almost whispered, glaring at every person that might had been staring at us.

"Well, let them." I shrugged, letting myself fall on the stool.

Unexpectedly, his eyes left his hands and dug into mines. "It does not amuse me one bit hearing these people talk about you." the intensity his ice blue eyes held was too much to bear; I had to fight the urge to look away. "nor the things that they say."

"Listen, that is very sweet of you, but if I don't mind it, then neither should you." He grunted and went back to his tasks. "Thorin." I pinched my nose at his deliberate disregard of me. "I'll leave now." I waited for an instant there, hoping to receive a response of some kind, but seeing I wasn't going to get any, I began to stand up.

"Thorin" we both looked at the entrance, where a dwarf-woman stood with arms crossed.

"Dís?" the raven-haired dwarf seemed not only caught off guard, but also tense. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to drag you back home personally," she entered the blacksmith's and took a seat on the wooden bench right across me. "since both my sons keep being thrown out."

Thorin kept his mouth shut, and so did I. Dís didn't seem to notice me, and I'd rather keep it like that as long as I could; if Thorin hadn't said anything about me, it was for a reason.

"Brother," Oh no. "you spend too much time in here." it was then that she looked up and met my eyes. I couldn't say for sure if I looked as scared as I was. "Is this the lass that got you smitten?" my eyes went wide and Thorin almost choked on the water he was drinking. "don't look so scared, kid, I won't bite you." I cleared my throat and tried to relax. "what is your name?"

"Y/n, ma'am."

"who told you?" Thorin inquired, hostile.

"Kíli." Thorin mumbled something in what I supposed was khuzdul. "You know how he is," Dís defended him. "If you wanted the courting to be a secret you should have kept her away from my sons."

"who else knows?"

"I think I shall leave now." I stated, walking to the entrance of the shop.

"nonsense." Dís replied, getting up too. "Stay, I did not mean to interrupt you."

"You didn't."

"She was leaving."

Thorin and I spoke simultaneously, which somehow made the situation more uncomfortable.

"In that case, I'll walk with you, if you don't mind." I shook my head no and she joined me at the entrance. "He's poor company anyway." I let out a chuckle at her words. "Tell me about you, Y/n."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

THORIN’S P. O. V.

"Dís came to visit today." Y/n informed me whilst brushing her hair in front of her old mirror. "she sends you regards."

"I have the feeling that my sister likes you more than she likes me." I chuckled, walking to stand behind Y/n.

"No wonder why" she teased, looking at me through the mirror as I carefully took her hair in one hand and the brush in the other. "She explained to me that touching another's hair is something very intimate for you." I stopped my actions at her intent words. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... Don't know." I replied truthfully, resuming the brushing of her hair. "I guess I didn't want to impose my costumes."

"Can you please braid my hair?"

"Of course." I replied, separating her hair in four sections, just to be stopped by her hands as she turned her torso to meet me.

"No, I meant as in—" my eyes widened a little and her smile grew wider. "Can you please braid my hair, so I can braid yours too?" She bit her lower lip expectant.

I lifted her chin and laid my lips on hers in the most tender way I could. When we pulled away, her eyes shun with love and excitement equally, and I felt a beam making its way to my face. "Of course." I repeated, going to her side to braid a section of her hair.

When I looked at her reflection, I saw her already staring at me with such happiness it made my heart swell.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

A year had passed since I had first met Thorin, and it had been the happiest year of my whole life.

But all good things come to an end, sooner rather than later, to my dismay.

Thorin appeared in front of my shop late night. He had business in his home that day so I wasn't expecting him to come back until the next morning, so when he showed up, I had the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course," I closed the shop to the public and invited him to come inside. "What is it?"

"I'm leaving." I furrowed my brows in confusion and Thorin sighed. "I must reclaim my Kingdom." I sat down as realization started to overcome my confusion. "I cannot ask you to come with me," he came to me and took my hand in his. "But I can ask you to join me in a different way."

"Thorin..." my gaze stayed casted down, fixed in our hands, and when Thorin realize that wasn't going to change, he kneeled in front of me. "I don't—"

"I love you, Y/n." he sounded sanguine in his declaration. "Let me make you my queen."

"I love you too, Thorin." with a bittersweet smile, I kneeled too in front of him. "But I can't be your queen." his ice blue irises, though held pain, showed me that he already knew my answer. "There are endless reasons why I cannot," I replied, squeezing his hands. "but the main one is that I have no interest in being queen in a foreign land." before he could interrupt me, I kept explaining, "Thorin, that mountain is your home, but my home is here, you have to understand."

His eyes stared into mines with such intensity that the hurting and the love they held made my orbs well.

"I know," he whispered with a half smile "but I had to try." his voice trembled and a couple of tears ran down my cheeks, though they didn't get too far, since Thorin's thumbs were fast to wipe them gently. "listen now, amrâlimé, my future now holds nothing but uncertainty," a sweet-and-sour beam twisted the corner of his lips as he cupped my cheeks. "but one thing I'm sure of, and it is that I will love you forever."

"I will, too." I confessed, leaning on to kiss his lips.

It wasn't a passionate one, for it was a goodbye kiss. I savored it as much as I could, attempting to memorize how his lips felt, and so did he.

"Farewell, Y/n." he spoke, planting a chaste kiss on my forehead before getting up. "May Durin guard you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, expectedly, the blacksmith's shop was closed, and people spoke about Thorin Oakenshield, who had parted with some of his kin to take back what was theirs.

I took my hands to fidget with the bead at the end of my braid. I probably would not see him ever again, but I was certain my heart belonged to him, and his to me.

"Farewell, Thorin Oakenshield." I whispered to myself. "May Durin guard you."

[rogue-durin-16]

ROGUE-DURIN-16'S THE HOBBIT MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

• KÍLI SON OF DÍS

So-called matchmaker (f|os|?)

Request: I'd like to request Kili x reader, when Fili tries to be a matchmaker, but doesn't notice the courting braids Kill and reader already have?

Her hair (f|os|?)

Request: may I ask for a kill x dwarf F reader? They first meet at bilbo's house and it's love at frist sight for both of them and as the quest goes on Kili asks to braid her hair as Dwarven tradition of courting?

Distraction (f|os|?)

Request: I'd like to request a fluff kili x reader where the reader is stressed with loads amount of work.

A lesson in archery [Part I/II] [Part II/II] (f-a|mp)

Summary: A member of the company might have gotten Kili smitten. Sadly, Thorin is not exactly fond of her, and the last thing Kili wanted was to go against his uncle's will.

The heir's curse [Part I/?] [Part II/?] [Part III/?] (≈a|mp|?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end.

• THORIN OAKENSHIELD

The flower in the forge [Part I/II] [Part II/II] [Addition] (f-a|mp|?)

Request: Thorin x fem human! reader where they meet in Ered Luin during Thorin's blacksmith days, she bonded with the rest of the Durins too especially Dis. Maybe a bit of an angsty/bittersweet ending because the reader is not interested in being a queen

• FÍLI SON OF DÍS

The heir's curse [Part I/?] [Part II/?] [Part III/?] (≈a|mp|?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end.

The keeper [Part I/II] [Part II/II] (f-a|mp)

Summary: When a mysterious person threatens the heir's life, the service of a personal guard is required to keep him safe until the foe is found. Fili, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.

• DWALIN SON OF FUNDIN

The bard's charms (f|os|?)

Request: How about some of Dwalin pining over a bard (performer) visiting Erebor?

• TAURIEL OF MIRKWOOD

My home (f|os|?)

Request: a Tauriel x Fem reader with a lotta cuteness? Where reader and Tauriel adopted a little child and it's just family fluff? Also can the child be like at the baby-talk stage, and kinda just toddles around?

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Smithing While Smitten

Chapter Three: Polite Cats Are a Myth, All of Them Are Ass Holes

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem Valar!Reader

Word Count: 1, 617

warnings:swearing, fluff, arguing, Stressed out Thorin, shape shifting, Thorin wears reader like a scarf

A/N:I know there are good kitties, polite cats exist

—Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 —

   After breakfast the three dwarrow kind of paused and had a silent debate,Thorin eventually looked at you and asked, “do you want to come with one of us to work?" 

   "you don’t trust me enough to leave me home alone do you? I suppose that’s fair, uh but wouldn’t it be weird if I was loitering around your work place?” you replied.

    "A little, but if we explain the situation it should be fine.“ Vili assured you, as he pulled on his coat. 

   "Or I could just turn into a cat and pretend to be a stray? I’d take up less space and be less suspicious that way.” You suggested.

    Thorin echoed, “Or you could turn into a cat, it would probably be better. Who do you want to go with?”

     “I’ll stick with you, plus you work out of town it’d be safer for you if I came along, not to mention who else is going to get you home in time for supper? Let me just put on my coat and I’ll be ready to go.” you joked, before casting the spell, once it was complete you burst into flames and all that was left after a moment was a large long haired cat with lavender eyes with fur the same color as the fur on Thorin’s coat. You demanded to be picked up and when he did pick you up you crawled to his shoulders an nestled yourself around his neck. Thorin grumbled, “I don’t know how I feel about this arrangement,” swatting your paws as you kneaded his coat.

     As his sister and brother-in-law laughed at him, you purred, “Look on the bright side at least you won’t need a scarf anymore.”

   At the forge you sat quietly in the corner with Thorin’s pack, watching him work. Thorin eventually groused, “stop it,” at you.

    "Stop what I’m not doing anything,“ you retorted.

    He growled, "you’re staring at me, it’s annoying, you’re a cat right now, act like one. Go take a nap or something.”

    You grinned as  you mused, “Act like a cat you say, sure I can do that,” hopping up on a table and staring at a cup of water that sat near the edge. You glanced up at Thorin and said, “Hey Thorin, is this~”

    Thorin interrupted, “Act like a cat.”

    You glared at him, lifted a single paw and knocked the tin cup to the ground. When Thorin heard the clang his head whipped around, his sweaty hair plastering to his flushed dirty face, he snapped, “What was that for!”

    You huffed, “you said act like a cat, cats knock things over” licking your paw and rubbing it on your head. 

   "Then be a polite cat, and not an asshole cat,“ He groaned in frustration.

    You snickered, "Polite cats are a myth, all of them are assholes.”

    "Behave please, do something other than annoy me.“ He begged, leaning his palms on the anvil as his project cooled in his gloved hand, his hair dangling down in front of him like vines from jungle trees. You sighed, "Fine, I’m going to wander around town, I’ll be back before quiting time, "strutting out of the forge.

   You wandered around town for a while before sitting on the wall outside the cobbler’s shop, you watched the cobbler’s apprentice fixing a mankey old boot with a torn sole. A few minutes after you arrived a young lady showed up with a smallish box full of food. She called him, "sweetie” is that his name, you thought his name was Hamish. The two of them spent the next half an hour eating the food from the little box that the girl had apparently cooked for him. You watched as they feed each other and stole kisses every once in a while, and laughed, and talked. It seemed like they were have a good old time, they hadn’t stopped smiling since they had been in each others presence. It made you feel a pang of loneliness in your chest, you had seen people do stuff like that for literal ages with out feeling a thing, why did you feel lonely now? You left the wall and on the way back to the forge you saw a food stall selling little boxes of food. It smelt good, you wondered if Thorin has eaten since this morning. You transformed into your human form, turned down the street, used a few gold nuggets to buy a scrap of fabric, and a few more gold nuggets to by two little boxes of food before slipping back into the alley. You tied the boxes up in the fabric before tying the ends up to make a kind of a harness. When you turned back into a cat, you slipped the harness over your head and carried the package to the forge. The boxes were larger than you anticipated, you had to hold your head up high, and waddle slowly down the road, and dodge people who wanted to steal your food.

   Thorin stood by the anvil, hammering away at a scythe blade to straighten it, sweat pouring down his chest, he had discarded his shirt on the table behind him, and his hair pulled back into a bun. You stood there for a moment taking him in, your heart racing in your chest. After a moment Thorin paused, sniffing the air, he looked around suspiciously, not really noticing you. You walked over to him and put a paw on his booted foot and asked softly., “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

    He jumped and looked down at you, as he barked, “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

    You hopped up on the table and removed the fabric from around your neck and revealed the food. Thorin glared at you and growled, “Did you steal that?”

    "No, Thorin I’m a member of the valar specializing in the earth, I can find and create gold and other precious materials at will. So they were paid, fret not, I at least know stealing is frowned upon Thorin I’m not that unsocialized.“ you replied, "Now are you going to eat or what?”

    "I’m too dirty to eat that, look at me I’m covered in soot if I ate that after touching it I’d get sick, but thank you for the thought.“ He sighed putting the scythe blade back on the anvil, "Plus I have to finish that stupid piece of crap, and then sharpen it before I can go home and or wash up.”

    "But you are hungry right?“ you asked.

    His shoulders dropped before grumbling, "Yes, but I will be fine.”

    "I understand that this is going to sound weird, but what if I feed it to you. I have no intention of eating this food, so I might as well use my clean hands to put food in your mouth.“ you suggested.

    Thorin stared at you for a moment before saying, ” I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.“

     "It was a serious suggestion, I’m sorry for being concerned if you ate or not, I’ll just go feed this to the pigeons. I mean it’s not like many people can say they’ve been hand feed by a goddess, excuse me!” you huffed, biting the box of food and starting to drag it to the door.

    Thorin picked up the box and said, “I never said no, I just wasn’t sure if you were joking or not I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, "walking over to the table and setting it down, and looked at you expectantly. You hopped up into the chair next to him and reached for the box. Thorin stopped you and said, "Hands not paws please, I get enough fiber in my diet as it is thank you.”

    You turned back into a human, opened the box, pulled out a piece of the food, whatever it was, tore off a bite sized piece for Thorin and held it out to him.

     Thorin’s beard hairs tickled the tips of your fingers, as he let you place the meat in his open mouth. After he finished off the first box, you asked, “are you full, or do you want to start eating the other box?”

    He hoarsely said, “Yes, next box please. It’s been years since I’ve had this dish, not since I lived in Erebor.”

     As you tore up the food, you asked, “What even is this stuff, it’s oily.”    "It’s breaded and fried chicken,“ He chuckled as you, as you popped a piece in his mouth.

   Once he was done eating the chicken, he got back to work on the stubborn blade, you sat at the table watching him still in human form. After about an hour he seemed ready to just throw the damn thing across the room. He leaned over the anvil panting in frustration, you walked  over to him and rubbed your hands from his shoulders to his upper arm and hushed, "it’s alright, it’s gonna be okay, why don’t I take a look at it?”

    "do you even know anything about blacksmithing?“

    You picked up the scythe and murmured, "only what Aule taught me back in the age of Trees, when I lived in Valinor,” looking over the blade.

    "You knew Mahal? Personally?“ Thorin exclaimed.

    You pointed at yourself and replied, "Goddess of fire, earth, and lightening, so yeah naturally he and I got along. I knew the first of your kind as well.”

    "You knew Durin the first!“ he said

         ” yeah, this should be melted down and recast, it’s full of impurities that make it too brittle to cut more than wheat.“ you huffed

    "That’s what I told him!”    

—Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 —

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THE FLOWER IN THE FORGE (part II/II)

Request: Thorin x fem human! reader please where they meet in Ered Luin during Thorin’s blacksmith days, she bonded with the rest of the Durins too especially Dis, so just cute & stuff until finally Thorin has to leave to reclaim Erebor, maybe a bit of an angsty bittersweet ending because the reader is not interested in being a queen

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x human!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Requested by: @queenofmankind

The flower in the forge: @rosierosieelain

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722

Warnings: feelings duh

A/N: the second part is finally finished uwu, I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first one, though it's kinda long ngl, anyway enjoy <3

Part I

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There were rumors almost immediately after Thorin had spent the night in my house, and they only increased when, past a week, we started courting each other. The people in town weren't exactly subtle, so we caught on them rather quickly.

"What are you doing here?" Thorin inquired after having seen me approaching the blacksmith's.

"I came to keep your company for a bit." my reply was casual and relaxed, as opposed to his tone, almost distressed. "Would you like me better away?" my question was meant to tease him, though it hid some insecurity.

"It is not like that." he grumbled, moving around the workplace; I couldn't say for sure if he was actually working or if he was avoiding having to lay his eyes on me.

"Then?"

He ceased his actions for a moment and sighed. "People talk." he almost whispered, glaring at every person that might had been staring at us.

"Well, let them." I shrugged, letting myself fall on the stool.

Unexpectedly, his eyes left his hands and dug into mines. "It does not amuse me one bit hearing these people talk about you." the intensity his ice blue eyes held was too much to bear; I had to fight the urge to look away. "nor the things that they say."

"Listen, that is very sweet of you, but if I don't mind it, then neither should you." He grunted and went back to his tasks. "Thorin." I pinched my nose at his deliberate disregard of me. "I'll leave now." I waited for an instant there, hoping to receive a response of some kind, but seeing I wasn't going to get any, I began to stand up.

"Thorin" we both looked at the entrance, where a dwarf-woman stood with arms crossed.

"Dís?" the raven-haired dwarf seemed not only caught off guard, but also tense. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to drag you back home personally," she entered the blacksmith's and took a seat on the wooden bench right across me. "since both my sons keep being thrown out."

Thorin kept his mouth shut, and so did I. Dís didn't seem to notice me, and I'd rather keep it like that as long as I could; if Thorin hadn't said anything about me, it was for a reason.

"Brother," Oh no. "you spend too much time in here." it was then that she looked up and met my eyes. I couldn't say for sure if I looked as scared as I was. "Is this the lass that got you smitten?" my eyes went wide and Thorin almost choked on the water he was drinking. "don't look so scared, kid, I won't bite you." I cleared my throat and tried to relax. "what is your name?"

"Y/n, ma'am."

"who told you?" Thorin inquired, hostile.

"Kíli." Thorin mumbled something in what I supposed was khuzdul. "You know how he is," Dís defended him. "If you wanted the courting to be a secret you should have kept her away from my sons."

"who else knows?"

"I think I shall leave now." I stated, walking to the entrance of the shop.

"nonsense." Dís replied, getting up too. "Stay, I did not mean to interrupt you."

"You didn't."

"She was leaving."

Thorin and I spoke simultaneously, which somehow made the situation more uncomfortable.

"In that case, I'll walk with you, if you don't mind." I shook my head no and she joined me at the entrance. "He's poor company anyway." I let out a chuckle at her words. "Tell me about you, Y/n."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

THORIN’S P. O. V.

"Dís came to visit today." Y/n informed me whilst brushing her hair in front of her old mirror. "she sends you regards."

"I have the feeling that my sister likes you more than she likes me." I chuckled, walking to stand behind Y/n.

"No wonder why" she teased, looking at me through the mirror as I carefully took her hair in one hand and the brush in the other. "She explained to me that touching another's hair is something very intimate for you." I stopped my actions at her intent words. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... Don't know." I replied truthfully, resuming the brushing of her hair. "I guess I didn't want to impose my costumes."

"Can you please braid my hair?"

"Of course." I replied, separating her hair in four sections, just to be stopped by her hands as she turned her torso to meet me.

"No, I meant as in—" my eyes widened a little and her smile grew wider. "Can you please braid my hair, so I can braid yours too?" She bit her lower lip expectant.

I lifted her chin and laid my lips on hers in the most tender way I could. When we pulled away, her eyes shun with love and excitement equally, and I felt a beam making its way to my face. "Of course." I repeated, going to her side to braid a section of her hair.

When I looked at her reflection, I saw her already staring at me with such happiness it made my heart swell.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

A year had passed since I had first met Thorin, and it had been the happiest year of my whole life.

But all good things come to an end, sooner rather than later, to my dismay.

Thorin appeared in front of my shop late night. He had business in his home that day so I wasn't expecting him to come back until the next morning, so when he showed up, I had the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course," I closed the shop to the public and invited him to come inside. "What is it?"

"I'm leaving." I furrowed my brows in confusion and Thorin sighed. "I must reclaim my Kingdom." I sat down as realization started to overcome my confusion. "I cannot ask you to come with me," he came to me and took my hand in his. "But I can ask you to join me in a different way."

"Thorin..." my gaze stayed casted down, fixed in our hands, and when Thorin realize that wasn't going to change, he kneeled in front of me. "I don't—"

"I love you, Y/n." he sounded sanguine in his declaration. "Let me make you my queen."

"I love you too, Thorin." with a bittersweet smile, I kneeled too in front of him. "But I can't be your queen." his ice blue irises, though held pain, showed me that he already knew my answer. "There are endless reasons why I cannot," I replied, squeezing his hands. "but the main one is that I have no interest in being queen in a foreign land." before he could interrupt me, I kept explaining, "Thorin, that mountain is your home, but my home is here, you have to understand."

His eyes stared into mines with such intensity that the hurting and the love they held made my orbs well.

"I know," he whispered with a half smile "but I had to try." his voice trembled and a couple of tears ran down my cheeks, though they didn't get too far, since Thorin's thumbs were fast to wipe them gently. "listen now, amrâlimé, my future now holds nothing but uncertainty," a sweet-and-sour beam twisted the corner of his lips as he cupped my cheeks. "but one thing I'm sure of, and it is that I will love you forever."

"I will, too." I confessed, leaning on to kiss his lips.

It wasn't a passionate one, for it was a goodbye kiss. I savored it as much as I could, attempting to memorize how his lips felt, and so did he.

"Farewell, Y/n." he spoke, planting a chaste kiss on my forehead before getting up. "May Durin guard you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, expectedly, the blacksmith's shop was closed, and people spoke about Thorin Oakenshield, who had parted with some of his kin to take back what was theirs.

I took my hands to fidget with the bead at the end of my braid. I probably would not see him ever again, but I was certain my heart belonged to him, and his to me.

"Farewell, Thorin Oakenshield." I whispered to myself. "May Durin guard you."