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"To Woo A Warrior": A Holiday Hobbit Imagine: Dwalin Fundinson

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A Holiday Hobbit Imagine

Dwalin Fundinson x Reader, Plus Size Reader, PS Reader, Human Reader

Warnings: Middle Earth in and of itself?  This is post BOTFA .   HOWEVER, we’re rewriting it in which I’ve chosen to keep the line of Durin alive because I don’t want to bawl my eyes out this holiday season.  That’s the joy of fanfiction and writing it myself.  I can do what I want. 

Use of Y/N because we’ll all be lucky to see this if I stop to figure out a character.  For those of you who are still waiting for Thorin and Fawn’s story… I’m sorry.  It’s coming.  I just… got stuck in world building mode.   *cowers in writer’s shame*.  Back to Dwalin and this fic though.  

TBH… this is loosely based on a story I’ve written for Dwalin but I just haven’t had the confidence to post.   

Fem Identifying Reader just cause I wanted to.   If that causes gender dysphoria for you, hey, please take care of yourself.  No hard feelings if you scroll on.   Totally fine.   I just like writing a fem Y/N a lot of the time because I love writing women because women are awesome.   

Disclaimer:  I don’t own the works of Tolkien or his characters.   I just own my own characters, my writing and such.   

Additionals:  If you are under 18, listen.   I love you.  I wish you well.  A very Happy Holidays.  However, this would be the time for you to leave.  My page is not for you until you reach a certain age.  Sorry but it’s not.  Love you but shoo.  But also be kind to yourself, remember to drink water and do something nice for you today.   Tootles, though.  

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The markets of Dale were bustling and busy as ever. 

The morning was crisp and a certain cheer seemed to saturate the very air itself. 

Winter Solstice drew closer and closer every day, urging the citizens of Erebor and Dale to leave the cozy warmth of their homes and venture to the markets. 

Delightful trinkets and trades laid out just waiting to catch your eye and make you think of the perfect recipient. 

This morning was no different but the buttery sweet scent of star bread cut through that crisp cool mountain air that morning and a certain Captain of the Guard was all but paralyzed in fear. 

Dwalin knew that no one else made star bread that smelled like that. 

Y/N.

A very talented baker who lived in the city of Dale… though she frequented the halls of Erebor so much that she might as well have lived there.  

This was, in part, because of Thorin. 

He sought out her services on a fairly regular basis because, frankly, Bilbo Baggins had a remarkably large appetite for such a small creature. 

It had nothing to do with those little blackberry and brie swirls of bread, fruit and cheese that danced on his taste buds as if his very ancestors came to bless him.   

Most certainly not. 

It was just because the hobbit had an insatiable appetite and a seemingly endless cavernous void for a stomach. 

Bilbo was very much aware of Thorin and his pride. 

And he let him keep it because Thorin’s borderline obsession with blackberries actually served to further his matchmaking tendencies. 

You see, the baker, Y/N was a lovely woman who Bilbo had spent many an afternoon tea with at this point.  

A delightfully charming creature with a wonderfully surprising duality. 

The woman could throw together a handful of anything and turn it into something scrumptious…. and that was high praise coming from a hobbit. 

However, she also seemed to have a penchant for weapons. 

He’d seen the impressive set of kitchen knives … and the endless array of weapons that seemed to produce from seemingly no where.

Bilbo swore that she and Fili would have a grand old time speaking of weapon concealment if he could ever get her out of the kitchen and Fili out of council meetings.  

But back to how Y/N came to Dale.  

After Smaug the slughead had been slain a relative had sent word. 

Her ancestors who had lived there previously had long since passed many years ago. 

However, it was a great surprise to her when she received word from her cousin, Bard. 

She’d been to Dale only once before and it was directly after the passing of his wife.

Dale was struggling as were all its inhabitants. 

Suddenly, Bard had lost the love of his life, his partner and was left to care for their little ones alone…. and unable to do so because he could not leave them. 

Sigrid and Bain were still quite small and Tilda was just a newborn.   

It was an impossible situation. 

He couldn’t leave them alone to care for themselves but if he didn’t leave for work they would all starve.  

He’d sent word to his nearest kin… all of which rejected him by claiming they had their own problems. 

Y/N, who’d barely been out of adolescence herself at the time, wrote back and told him that she’d only just turned sixteen but that she’d had plenty of experience in caring for children, keeping house and plenty of other things. 

And most importantly, she said she’d come and help. 

He’d been a bit hesitant because it seemed she was still a child herself and that seemed like another mouth to feed and care for. 

However, he was desperate and sixteen was old enough to be in charge and look after the others. 

He’d wrote her back in thanks and acceptance. 

Imagine his surprise, when she showed up by the next full moon with a wagon of supplies. 

He learned that she was a highly resourceful creature and given the right equipment and ingredients… could make delicacies that brought many a man to his knees. 

What had surprised him was how she managed to evade the shake down upon entering. 

He learned just exactly why the next time Alfrid saw her in public. 

The man had apologized profusely and ran the other way. 

When Bard had asked her about it, she’d given him a vague answer involving a frying pan and a battle axe. 

He hadn’t questioned her about it since. 

She stayed with the family for a few years and when Tilda, who’d been a baby when she came, reached five years of age… another family member wrote to her asking for help. 

A cousin of her father’s had lost a child and succumbed to the darkness of it herself. 

The father had followed after her in heartbreak. 

Understandable, but it had left the twins without anyone to look after them. 

And they were only seven. 

It had broken her heart to leave the family she’d come to know in Dale.  

Bard’s as well. 

She’d come to be like a younger sister to him rather than a cousin.

He hated to see her go but understood that the twins had needed her more than they did now and so she left. 

It had been many, many moons since they’d seen her. 

They’d received the occasional letter from their Y/N but had not seen her in years. 

However, when Smaug had been slain and Erebor restored… Dale had flourished and her cousin, Bard, was now the King. 

Of course, all those family members he’d reached out to before came in droves then but they mattered not. 

He hadn’t been heartless about it but they hadn’t been the ones he had missed. 

When his duties as King only increased, he found himself with less and less time for his children. 

They understood, of course, and they were well looked after… but he knew what was missing. 

So he finally wrote to his cousin, Y/N, asking for her help once again. 

She was there once again by the next full moon. 

Though this time, it hadn’t been needed; she arrived again with a wagon of supplies. 

She had been embraced by Bard and the children once again.  

Auntie Y/N had returned to them.  

Upon remembering how wonderful her baking had been, he’d immediately offered her a job as the royal baker. 

She’d accepted the frilly title but in reality she much preferred her old apron that had been worn soft with age. 

Bard had provided her with a room and kitchen of her own and that’s where she really created her magic. 

Sure, she worked in the kitchens where she was in charge of the feasts and delicacies and every other ridiculous thing one could think of when it came to food. 

But where she found her joy was on the days of the market where she sat up a little stall with her wonderfully charming little treats. 

They weren’t over the top in design. 

Simple but pretty and the taste always felt like a warm hug. 

Her prices were fair and she always gave samples. 

Bard had assured her that she didn’t need to, as he’d buy her whatever she wanted. 

She had thanked him but informed him that she enjoyed it and to let her be for she was far more pleasant to be around when she was happy than not. 

Bard, who had been married to a woman for years, understood that that roughly translated to, “Bard, thank you but mind your own business.   I need a project to keep me from overthinking everything.  Either this can be my project or annoying the ever living hell out of you can be my project.  Take your pick.” 

He chose wisely and didn’t question her again. 

Fortunate that he didn’t because it was for this very reason that led her to Dwalin Fundinson. 

Or rather, led him to her. 

You see, Dwalin had a sweet tooth about as big as his arm and when word spread about the new royal baker and her amazing creations… he’d been intrigued. 

When Bilbo returned to the castle with two guards carrying boxes upon boxes of them… it got his attention. 

When Thorin nearly had a stroke over a blackberry pastry and suddenly had to place an order from the woman every few days… Well honestly he hadn’t been surprised by that one. 

His cousin had a serious problem with blackberries that he really thought he might need to see someone about. 

Gold sickness looked like a jealous pouty child compared to what Thorin Oakenshield looked like when there were blackberries to be had. 

However, one day Bilbo decided that he was going to the market and Dwalin, having had enough of listening to stuffy council meetings all day, volunteered to be his personal escort. 

Bilbo was happy to have the company of his dear friend and they set out to the city of Dale. 

Bilbo drug Dwalin all over the market looking for this vegetable or that fruit or that jam or those herbs but he didn’t mind. 

The fresh air did him well. 

Dwalin did not miss hardship in the slightest but occasionally he did miss the freedom of his old life. 

The simplicity of it. 

For example, a lot of peace can come to the mind when doing something as simple but useful as sharpening your blades. 

‘Maybe a new whetstone…’ he thought to himself as he caught sight of a stall ahead. 

Bilbo, having already followed his gaze in that incredibly observant way of his, simply waved him off and told him that he would be right here looking at honey for quite some time. 

Dwalin had laughed for he knew just how long the hobbit could spend deciding on honey. 

He’d nearly watched Kili explode out of impatience once when Thorin set the young dwarrowman to be Bilbo’s guard as a punishment for falling asleep during a council meeting. 

Bilbo, the mischievous little creature that he was, actually took the opportunity to ask about every. single. honey infusion available.    

It had taken hours and Kili nearly lost his mind. 

So he felt assured that the hobbit would be just fine for him to peruse the stall and check out the new wares. 

Dwalin spent some time looking at the stones as well as a bit of time eyeing some new polishing cloths. 

However, his mind was clouded in a haze as the scent of buttery, sugary sweetness filled his nose. 

“Hello, Mr. Kaznia.  How are you today?” 

“Quite well, Miss Y/N.  And yourself?” 

“Lovely actually.  I love it when the air is a bit crisp like this.” “Oh aye.   It’s coming strong off the mountain today.  Probably a fair bit of wind coming.” 

“I hope so.” she giggled. 

“You hope for wind?” the dwarrowman asked with a laugh. 

“Oh definitely!” she said.  “I sleep best with a bit of cool air.  I’m no fun when I’m too warm.  A bit too stuffy and I become right unpleasant.” 

“Oh, Miss Y/N.  I’ve never seen you be unpleasant a day in your life.” 

“Well, Mr. Kaznia, you haven’t known me my whole life either… nor have you been round when I’ve just woken in the morning.” she said. “Let me tell you.  Perhaps, the lot of you should have loosed me into the mountain on the great slug when I’ve just woken and there’s no tea to be had.  According to Bard, I am quite the fire breathing beast when there’s no tea.” 

Dwalin couldn’t help it and he laughed a bit. 

However, he’d gotten a first hand account of Smaug and was well aware of Bard and his … Bardness. 

“You must be tha’ cousin then.” Dwalin said.  “The wee fancy baker that's the cause o’ me cousin’s blackberry addiction.” 

She turned to face him fully and his breath caught in his chest as he looked at her. 

She was a beauty absolutely ridden with a soft fullness that had him absolutely enchanted. 

“You must be a cousin of King Thorin then.” she smiled.  

“Aye.  Dwalin.” he said with a bow.  “At your service.” 

She gave him a kind smile, “Y/N.  At yours.  Charmed to meet you, Master Dwalin.” 

It was there that began the very long and drawn out game of cat and mouse between Dwalin and Y/N. 

And subsequently the testing of every last nerve that Bilbo Baggins had in his possession. 

For months, the two of them did this song and dance.  

  Sometimes they met at the market at the stall where they first met. 

Sometimes Dwalin hand delivered Thorin’s latest order. 

Sometimes she slipped a tiny star bread into his hands as she passed him while she hand delivered the order to Erebor.  

Over time the both of them just kept making excuses to see one another … and yet neither would make a move. 

Bilbo was about to lose his patience. 

But that day, on yet another cool crisp market day… with Winter Solstice drawing near… the pair of them set out to find one another again. 

Bilbo had had just about enough and he was about ready to take matters into his own hands. 

It had been months, nearly a year, and no progress had been made. 

He knew and if neither one of them would make a move… he was going to make it for him. 

He was so sick of dwarvish courting customs and human wooing. 

Hobbits had their own ways of course but this was simply ridiculous. 

He set off to grab Dwalin by that mangled ear of his and drag him to Y/N if he had to. 

However, upon nearing that little stall… the hobbit halted in place. 

There they were strolling through the market. 

Dwalin happily munching away on a massive star bread in his hand. 

Y/N gleefully clutching a shiny new axe in hers. 

And their free hands entwined together swinging between them. 

The hobbit tilted his head, a funny little smile on his face. 

It seemed that Miss Y/N knew exactly the way to woo a warrior.  

It wasn’t how he thought this would go but he was happy nonetheless. 

He nodded to himself, thumbs tucked under his suspenders in contentment until…

“Miss Y/N!” 

Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin when Thorin lumbered past him towards the pair of them. 

“I heard you had blackberry bread today at your stall.  How many more do you have?  I will buy them all.” 

Bilbo sighed and turned his face to the heavens. 

“Yavanna, help me.” he said in exasperation, “Thorin, come back here!” 

Thorin did not, in fact, come back there. 

Bilbo did have to chase him down. 

Dwalin never stopped eating his star bread and Y/N simply laughed at scene before here. 

This blackberry obsessed dwarf being chased by a tiny meddlesome hobbit. 

She turned her gaze to her own dwarf, “Dwalin, love?” 

“Hmm?” he asked, licking his fingers along with the last of his treat. 

“On a scale of one to ten-” 

“Ten.” 

“What?” 

“Tha’ was a ten, lass.  Best one yet.” 

“Well, thank you, sweetheart but that wasn’t what I was going to ask you.” 

“Ok, ten again.” 

“What this time?” she giggled. 

“Yer definitely a ten in mah book, love.” he said with a bit of a smirk. 

“Smooth.” she said, hand reaching to smooth over the top of his head.  “But not that either.” 

“Alright.  What is it then?” 

“On a scale of one to ten, what would I have to do to get you to help me make a certain dwarf king and a certain hobbit to admit their very obvious feelings to one another?” she said.  

“Ah, lass.  Let them be in their own time.” he groaned. 

“I will make you a yule log cake, cranberry creme puffs and star bread.” she said.  “As well as kisses and canoodling.” 

Dwalin chuckled, “Ye had me at cake, lass, but I’ll definitely be taking everything from cake to canoodling.” 

“Good.” she said with a nod before pulling him into the bushes.  “Let’s have dessert first then.” 

His eyes lit up, “Oh? Ye got more treats you been keeping from me, lass?  Where are these secret treasures?” 

She gave him a smirk of her own, “The cakes come later, love.  They’ll take time to make.  However, I can make good on my offer of kisses and canoodling right now.” 

The two of them shared a massive grin before the sweetest of kisses... a lots of canoodling.

Miss Y/N certainly knew how to woo a warrior.

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Hello, loves!  I hope you enjoy this holiday content! 

Hope ya’ll are having a great day! 

Love you. 

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Love Bites

Fandom: The Hobbit Characters: Kili, Fili, Nori, Dori, Ori Relationship: Kili/reader Request: Could you please write a Kili x reader where they have been courting on the quest to reclaim Erebor and end up having sex one night on the journey but get called out by Fili the next morning when he sees they both have hickys? Ps LOVE your blog 😘 When the company first arrived at the tavern, you were more than relieved to find out you would not have to sleep under the stars again. Not that you didn’t like it, but your back craved the softness of a proper bed, or even just a taverns bed. At least you wouldn’t have to worry if it were to rain, or if goblins might attack you in the middle of the night. And you could also get some private time with Kili. Both of you were some of the youngest members of the company, and that meant you bonded very quickly. Kili was energetic and incredibly funny, which had taken you by surprise. You had heard some stories of dwarves and, while they were known for being the centre of parties, you never expected Kili. You had been having dinner with Bilbo when Dwalin turned up, then Balin and then the two young princes. Kilis eyes had lite up the second Bilbo opened the door and he saw you peering over your brothers shoulder. From that moment, you were his. After a very short private courtship, a slip during a meal lead to the entire company realising that you and Kili were courting. Bilbo had been speechless, spluttering the entire time, but eventually he came around. The dwarves had no qualms with you being a hobbit. Their numbers were few and, since Kili was on the lower end of inheriting the throne, it was not an issue. Through some stroke of luck, you were allowed to continue with your courtship of the dwarf with no issues. The company were having a merry time in the tavern under the inn. It was a quiet night, so the inn keeper was more than happy to have the group in since it would line his pocket during the winter months. You and Kili sat in a corner with Fili and Ori. For the most part, the four of you spent the most time together. You were all very close in age and enjoyed each others company. Sometimes the older members of the group would take a joke too seriously or try to steer the conversation away from certain topics. But not now. Kili leaned over to you, whispering in your ear if you wanted to go upstairs. Your head snapped towards him but you couldn’t help the smile that pulled on your lips. But by this point, Fili and Ori were past being drunk, as were most of the company. Bilbo had went to his room a few hours ago, followed shortly by Gandalf then Thorin and Balin, but the rest stayed in high spirits. No one would notice if you two slipped away at the same time. Or if he slipped into your room rather than his own. The two of you had barely had any beer and yet you stumbled up the stairs and into your room. The second he was alone with you, something broke with in Kili and he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into for a passionate kiss. Clothes were thrown carelessly onto the floor and the two of you fell into bed, wrapped in each others arms. It wasn’t the first time you and Kili had been intimate. No, the first time had been ever so romantic, in the grand bedrooms at Rivendell when the company spent the night. It had been awkward and a little messy, but pleasurable and loving nonetheless. As time progressed, you both struggled to keep your hands to yourself. Fili would provide an alibi as you and Kili snuck off for some alone time or allow your bathing times to overlap a little. As normal, Kili left you breathless and shaking with pleasure. He always drove you to near madness on nights like this. He made you orgasm again and again and again before he finally came in you. It was nights like this that made you forget your name or where you were. With him trusting into you, his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck, you didn’t even notice his teeth connect with your skin or how he sucked on the area in a desperate attempt to keep himself from calling out your name. The company were drunk, not deaf. You would mirror him, leaving your own marks on his shoulder and neck. Of course, these were long forgotten as you fell apart, panting. -------------time skip --------- You woke with a jolt as you heard movement inside your bedroom. Sitting bolt upright, you saw Kil struggling to pull on his trousers without falling over. You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle which caught his attention. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He bowered his head in apology. “Its okay.” You wave him off as you get up and stretch. “You certainly made up for it last night.” “I did?” he asked, but you could see the smirk on his lips and the way his eyebrow tugged upwards. He wasn’t asking as much as he was wanting to hear you say it again. But before you could say much else, you heard footsteps outside your door. They came and went past your room with no disturbance, but it was a close enough call for Kili to finish dressing and sneak out of your room, but not before returning to you to retrieve a kiss. ------time skip ---------- Despite it being early winter, the day was incredibly warm. There was a cool breeze, but because you were traveling round the base of a mountain it never seemed to reach the company enough to waver the hot sun. Huffing, you moved your head side to side uncomfortably. Your hair was starting to get damp from the sweat. It made you feel sticky and horrible as well as uncomfortable. Deciding to try fight against this awful weather (that you were sure you would miss once the winter sets in), you pulled your hair up into a loose bun. You ran your hands over the back of your neck as you tried to stop the sweat from running down your back. Your eyes fell on the company. All of them rode on their ponies, not daring to walk in this heat. Thorin rode ahead with Bilbo and Gandalf, who seemed to be discussing the best way around the mountain Balin and Dwalin were slightly behind, but speaking with them. You would normally ride in the middle, where it was safest, but nothing would attack in this heat, so you had fallen a little back. Instead, Oin and Gloin rode beside Bombur, Bifur and Dori. You were riding slightly behind Kili, with Fili and Ori to your side and Bofur and Nori behind. It would appear the entire company was feeling the heat. Even thorin had taken off his large fur coat and chose to only ride with his tunic on. Bofur was using his hand to fan some cool air to his face while Dori chose to pull his hood up to try and protect himself from the sun. No one would win, though. It was a hot day, and there was little to no way to combat it. Even Kili was feeling the heat. Outside of you and Bilbo, he was the only one who had no facial hair and relatively short hair by dwarven standard. But judging by the disgruntled groans from the company, he was probably rather relieved right now. He had taken off his own coat and wore only a thin tunic, the same one you had helped him take off last night while you straddled his lap on the bed. The thought made your cheeks burn as you dropped your gaze from him. If only you had some way to cool down. You wondered if there was a stream up ahead somewhere. You pictures a small river, with sparkling blue water that would be nice and cool on your heated skin. you were so lost in your fantasy, you didn’t notice Ori nudge Fili and nod at you, his cheeks a bright red. And it didn’t take Fili long to see what Ori had seen. You lulled your head to the side, showing part of your neck that was normally not visible through your thick hair. And, on the skin, was a very distinctive mark. You didn’t notice the smirk on Fili face, nor how Bofur had fallen back to speak to them only to follow their gazes at your neck. Nori was next to join the silent discussion as all four pair of eyes shifted to Kili. And, because he wasn’t wearing his normal coat (which was thick and with a high collar), they could clearly see his own marks on his neck. It would appear his tunic was not on his side either, because it had a very open collar and the group could see a love bite on his shoulder. Fili looked back to you, noticing the way you seemed to be zoned out. “Are you dreaming?” He called across to you. “Yes, of a nice cool lake. Maybe a waterfall.” You nod, only being pulled from your fantasy to reply but not to fully pay attention. “And Kili as well, I’d imagine.” Nori chuckled, bringing you right out of your dream as your head snapped towards the group to your side. “Excuse me?” You breath, completely confused. Just because it was common knowledge that you were courting Kili didn’t mean that you were any less embarrassed when private matters like this came up? Perhaps you were just reading too far into it, but a comment like that coming from Nori normally had another meaning. “nothing.” Nori chuckled, shaking his head as he and Bofur exchanged a look that told you it wasn’t nothing. “so, where did you slip off to last night?” Bofur suddenly asked you. “I thought I’d get to bed early.” You weren’t exactly lying. Since you had gone to bed straight after you had left the tavern. “hmm.” Bofur nodded to himself before looking ahead. “What about you, Kili? Last night?” It would appear Kili had been lost in his own thought because he hadn’t heard a single thing that had just been said. He looked over his shoulder. “Last night? Me and [y/n] decided to take a walk. Get some fresh air.” His answer completely clashed with your own and you could have thrown something at him. “And suck on some lemons as well.” Fili Chuckles from the group to your side made you look to the side out of embarrassment. You couldn’t even meet Kilis eyes. Not that they would have met your own. No, they were focused on your neck as well. He pulled his pony to fall back beside you, instantly understand what was going on. “maybe you’d be better to plait your hair.” He offered, reaching out and pulling your own pony back so you both fell behind the group of chuckling dwarves. “What?” you frowned, even more confused than before. Until your eyes fell on Kilis neck. Instantly, the memories of how you had bitten down on his neck came flooding back. Instantly, your own had snapped up to your own neck, covering the area you remembered feeling him suck on the night before. “Yeah, a plait would be good.” You breath, your other hand tugging some spare string you had out of the saddle bag. “And maybe you should do up your tunic?” Kili took the string from you while you pulled down your bun. The two of you worked in silent to cover the love bites. You were so embarrassed that you were unable to meet anyones eyes for the rest of the journey until Thorin ordered to stop and make camp. You got off your pony but Kili was quicker and was by your side, helping you down. “Im sorry.” He spoke in a low voice to you. “No, you don’t need to apologies. We’re both to blame.” You smile at him, seeing the worry in his eyes vanish when you smiled. “You know-“ Fili walked over to your both, his head hung a little. He had obviously noticed your behaviour since and was feeling a little guilty. “-theres a stream through the trees there. You two could go cool off.” You couldn’t help but smile at little at Fili. Even though he and the others joked about, they did want the best for you and realised when they took things too far. “That would be nice.” You nodded. The setting sun would offer a nice romantic setting. But just before you and Kili could slip away, Dori caught your attention. He slipped something discreetly into your hand. A little box which you knew the Ri brothers carried medicine in. “A little something for the discoloration.” He stammered a little as he tapped his own neck. “Wouldn’t want you feeling embarrassed.” “Thanks, Dori.” You smiled, half tempted to tell him that Nori had already teased you a little, but you suspected Dori already knew. He was a mother hen and would do anything to make sure you were okay. You looked in the box to see a power, which was very close to your skin colour. You could put it on when you washed and it would certainly help with the colour of your neck. “whats that?” Kili asked, having missed the conversation. “Im not too sure. Dori said its to help with the discolouration. Wanna test it out?” You looked at Kili and winked. Immediately, that mischievous smile dawned Kilis lips and he grabbed your hand, pulling you to the river.

[evangeline-perry]

Thorin x reader: more than just an everyday lass

Summary: you fell in love with thorin during your journey, but when the dragon illness struck him, he hurt you and you left. After the battle (he, fili and kili survive), he realizes what he did and tries to find you but can’t. It was unknown to him that you weren’t actually who you said you were, but of course a certain wizard knew. ps. You are kind of half hobbit, half elf. It’s more of an oc story, your name is Emilia, nicknamed Mia Pps. I turned you into mia thermopolis, just roll with it please XD

Warning: this fanfic is longer than I expected it to be XD Words: 2056

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Thorin POV

It has been weeks since the battle. And I still haven’t found her, but I will, eventually, even if it’s the last thing i’ll ever do. I couldn’t believe that I actually did what I did. I missed her, Emilia, my Mia I searched for hours on end, but her body was nowhere to be found on the battle field so I refused to believe she was dead, so she must have snuck away, back home. I had asked bilbo baggins where she lived but he said he did not know, ‘She only comes to visit the shire every once in a while, she never talked about herself.

*Flashback*

your POV

it’s been days, and all he does is waste away among that godforsaken treasure of his. He doesn’t sleep and hardly eats at all. We all gathered in the throne room where thorin sat on his throne, and again we tried to talk sense  to him, hopelessly. ‘Since when do we forsake our own people?’ Dwalin says. Thorin only continued to mutter to himself about the gold. ‘Many die in war, life is cheap. But a treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost. It is worth all the blood we can spend.’ ‘you sit here is there vast halls’, Dwalin says, ‘with a crown upon your head and yet you are lesser now then you have ever been.’ ‘Do not speak to me as if I was some lowly dwarf lord, as if I were still, Thorin Oakenshield, I AM YOUR KING.’ ‘You were alw ays my king, you used to know that once. You cannot see what you have become.’ ‘Go’, thorin says, ‘get out. Before I kill you.’ ‘Thorin please’, I say, barely above a whisper, ‘don’t you see what this place is doing to you? It’s bewitching you! We are not your enemies. Thorin, we need to fight against our real enemies and those are right at our gates…’ ‘SHUT UP!!!’ he snapped at me, he has never snapped at me! ‘You have no say in this, woman. You were never one of us. You… were a burden.’ ‘What?’ Thorin looked at me, he had a scary look in his eyes, the same you would see in a madman. ‘Then again, I guess you never really belonged anywhere, did you? Half elf, half hobbit, people would even see you as a person, you are a creature.’ ‘Enough!’ I snapped, ‘How dare you say such a thing? I have saved you multiple times during the journey, don’t you dare tell me I am a burden, Thorin Oakenshield!’ Then something happened that I would have never imagined. My face shot to the side as Thorins hand came in contact with my cheek. My cheek stung as a single tear rolled down it. I looked him dead in the eye and the man I saw was someone I didn’t recognize anymore. ‘You are not the same man I met all those months ago, you are not the same man I grew close to during the journey, you are not the same man I fell in love with.’ The entire company gasped in surprise, this was as much of a surprise to them as it was to Thorin. It seemed as if Thorin broke through the dragon illness because he tried to take my hand but I wouldn’t let him. I ran away, straight to the main gate, that was the last time Thorin saw me.

*end of flashback*

thorin POV

We were in the library I was lost in thought while I should be listening to what Balin had to say. The main reason why I couldn’t focus was, books, libraries, they reminded my of Mia. The way her eyes lit up when she walked into a library, her smile when she browsed the shelves. However my thoughts were interrupted by fili and kili running through the door followed by Gandalf. ‘Uncle, you may want to see this’, fili said. He handed me a piece of parchment and I unfolded it:

(A/N: before you read the letter: yes I went there XD )

‘King under the Mountain, I hereby invite you to the coronation of my eldest daughter. The ceremony shall be at midsummer’s eve at sunhigh. It would be with deepest pride and greatest pleasure to welcome you into our home. We all hope to see you there. Sincerely, Queen Clarisse Renaldi, and soon-to-be Queen Emilia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi’

Soon-to-be queen Emilia?!?!? I looked around me in shock before passing the letter on to Balin who shared the same look as I had. ‘I’m guessing Emilia isn’t the lass we have come to know. Turns out Mia is more than just an everyday lass.’ Balin said (slightly amused might i add). ‘Midsummer’s eve, that’s in 3 weeks.’ kili said, ‘but the journey to the North takes is long especially in that territory.’ ‘We shall leave immediately, and the entire Company is coming along, I have searched for Mia for so long, now that we found her, I am not going to lose another minute.’ I said while walking out of the room, getting ready to leave as soon as possible.

no one’s POV

Thorin Oakenshield and the Company traveled the harsh conditions of the North in hopes of arriving in Winterfell on time. They had some trouble along the way, if they were lucky, they would arrive just in time for the ceremony. Which they were, they had just enough time to clean up and change into the proper clothing for the coronation. In the main hall he and the company pushed themselves to the front of the crowd, hoping to get a good view as to where you were.

your pov

Meanwhile a certain princess was in her chambers nervously passing, awaiting the upcoming ceremony. Even though i had been preparing for this moment my whole life,I could help but debate with myself whether or not I’d make a good ruler. The maids were helping me get into a gorgeous gown made by the finest seamstresses in Genovia. My grandmother come into my chambers, ‘Hello darling, now I know you have been preparing for your coronation but I want to go over one last lesson with you.’ I nodded thinking it would keep her thoughts at bay. ‘today we’ll be learning the art of the fan.’

(A/N: please excuse my laziness XD, the lesson comes down to that, except the grandma is the mother)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bE3mRxWwM4

It was almost sunhigh, after my grandmother left the maids came in to help me dress into a beautiful gown I will be wearing during the coronation. After that, Paolo came in to do my hair, it looked absolutely beautiful.

*skip*

Me and my grandmother came in from opposite sides of a two way staircase, when we both had walked down the stairs, a member of my grandmothers counsel, helped me onto the steps where the throne stood, where I now sat on while holding the traditional scepter and orb. After this he took the crown from my grandmothers head and put it on mine while another counsel member of the counsel spoke: ‘Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the people of Genovia, according to the statutes in parliament agreed on,and the respective laws and custom of the same? Will you, in your power, cause law and justice and mercy to be executed in all judgments?’ 

I swore: ‘I solemnly promise so to do.’ With that I stood, and walked through the middle of 2 lines of guards who rose their swords so I could walk under them. When I got to the front, the counsel member proclaimed:

‘Presenting Her Majesty Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Queen of Genovia’

(A/N: just in case you don’t get what i explained, here is the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf4M0GWjwnk)

that’s when I saw him, thorin oakenshield himself. And the entire Company along with him. I tried to conceal my surprise and keep a straight face, as my grandmother had taught me, to be honest, i barely could but I managed.

*behold, for I am the lady of time skips*

during the party, I was even more nervous than during the preparation of the ceremony. I constantly looked around me not to cross paths with the Company, or worse, Thorin. But that plan didn’t go as I had hoped, when I felt a hand on both my shoulders. I jumped and turned around to be greeted by the one and only Prince’s of Durin, Fili and Kili. They smiled at me but with a slightly sad look in their eyes. ‘Hello Mia, you look beautiful.’ fili began. ‘I must admit, Mia, even though you always looked like a princess to me, I would have never imagined you’d actually be one too, if I may be so rude.’ kili followed. ‘But, Mia…’ ‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ both of them looked a bit hurt. ‘I didn’t think anyone would believe me… and Gandalf made me promise not to tell.’ ‘GANDALF KNEW’ the brothers yelled, getting some weird glances from the surrounding lords and ladies. ‘Yes, he knew.’ the boys looked at each other with a surprised look. ‘anyway Mia, we actually came to talk to you about something else’, kili said. ‘When you left’ fili continued, ‘Thorin completely came to his senses, he has been looking for you ever since.’ ‘He wanted to contact you contact you but he didn’t know where you were staying.’ ‘And when we got that letter, he was overjoyed that he had found you and now we wants to make up for what he did and said to you, Mia.’ ‘That’s true, amrâlimê.’ I suddenly heard from behind me. I turned around to find myself face to face with The King under the Mountain. I didn’t dare look him in the eye, I looked towards the ground. ‘We’ll give you some space’, the brothers said. ‘Mia, I am truly sorry for the things I said to you and that I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you, I swear by all the gods, it’s the last thing I would ever want to do. When you were gone I tried everything to try and find you but I couldn’t, I thought I had lost you forever. But when I read that letter and I had found you again, I knew I had to come here.’ I did not know what to say, nor did I look at him yet. I could hear him step closer to me, suddenly I felt his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look at him. His beautiful blue eyes locked on mine. ‘Please, Mia. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? I love you with my whole heart and when I watched you leave that day, it was like a piece of me left me as well. I need you by my side, my love, please forgive me.’ His apology left me speechless, he loved me? During the journey he had never shown that kind of interest in me and now here he stood. I had to admit to myself, I never stopped loving him, and something told me I never would. Unable to say anything I let actions speak for themselves. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him, not a second passed until he kissed me back while holding onto my waist. From around us I could hear gasps from the surrounding lords and ladies, but I didn’t care, all I cared about was Thorin here with me, right now. After a while we had to part for air, Thorin whispered to me: ‘Will you be my queen, amrâlimê?’ ‘Yes, I will’, I whispered back.