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Marital Promises

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Relationship: Thorin×Fem!Reader

Word count: 4099

Summary: Thorin and you fought too hard one day, sending each other into a spiral of not communicating in weeks. One night he tries to make amends, and you hope it’s not too late to save your marriage.

Khuzdul dictionary: -Amrâlimê: My love

-Bunnanunê:  My tiny treasure

-Amralizi:  I love you

Author's notes: -English is not my first language. I am open to suggestions of fixing grammar/vocabulary and even revising entire works.

-This fic emerged after reading @fizzyxcustard fic “Misunderstanding”.

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Thorin Oakenshield was King Under the Mountain, and you were Queen. The good thing about your marriage was that you two loved each other dearly, which wasn't the norm when it came to royalty unions. You and your husband had gone through good and bad situations before, experienced ups and downs and were able to sort them out; that’s how a marriage was supposed to work, encountering difficulties and handling them, always ending together and happy again. But there had been a moment when you two had fought so harshly it didn't look as if it could be fixed easily.

It had been two months ago, during the banquet that was set to celebrate the fifth anniversary of Erebor’s reclaim. It was a special day for Thorin considering how important it had been for him and all dwarves to regain their home, but his joy dissipated entirely after hours of not only not capturing your attention but also not being the first dwarf to take you out to dance. If you were entirely honest, you had been drinking way before the celebration started. By the time everyone was sitting at the big and abundant table, you had a great time getting to know new friends. Most of them were lords, who took your hand and led you through the dance floor before your husband could. Thorin was not amused by the way his wife seemed to ignore him all day during his special occasion, and even worse, because of other dwarves.

The next day, and the following one, and the one after it, he ignored you. Suddenly he was too busy attending different royalty matters; he went to bed after you'd fallen asleep and got out of the room before you woke up. You followed the routine, but he never showed up for lunch nor dinner. Even though you felt lonely, there had been previous occasions in which you two barely saw each other, so you'd thought it'd be over soon, like it had been many times before. But then you started asking the royal workers where Thorin was, and realized he wasn’t that busy at all; he had been eating alone or with friends, pacing the halls boredly, calling for extra public petitions forums and checking in different matters that weren’t completely necessary. He could have definitely taken some time to be with you.

So you confronted him, staying up till late one day to surprise him when he got to the shared bedroom. You had made sure to tell the staff you were going to sleep (because you had the suspicion he would ask them if you had fallen asleep before entering the chamber), and two hours later, around midnight, the door opened. You closed the book (which you could barely read because of how tired you were by that time) and got up from the armchair. Thorin spotted the lit candles and then saw you, standing there, and looked away.

“What are you doing awake so late?” He asked with a casual tone while walking to sit on a chair, which enraged you further because you two hadn’t seen each other in days and he didn’t even smile at your sight.

“I could ask you the same question.” You answered.

Thorin shot you an annoyed look before sitting down and starting to untie his boots.

“Royalty duties. You know I have responsibilities and sometimes they take all day long.” He spoke with some resentment in his voice.

“For three days in a row with no time to eat with me?” You walked closer to him and crossed your arms over your chest.

He finished taking off his footwear before sighing deeply and looking up at you, serious.

“Do you want to reproach me about something, love? Do it quickly, I want to go to sleep.” The king said rudely and got up. He walked past you, heading to his closet.

You were outraged when turning around and facing him. “Yes, I do want to complain.”

“Do you? Then go ahead.” Thorin spoke like he didn’t care one bit about what you had to say.

Then you exploded, accusing him of not living up to the expectations of a married life and being secretive with his own wife. He snapped back at that instantly, despite his attempts of remaining cold and unbothered. The king accused you of being the one who failed to fulfill the marital promises in the first place. He screamed at you, which only made you bite back. With uncontrollable anger on both sides, sleepiness taking over your ability to think before speaking and refusals to listen to the valid points of the other one, the argument escalated until he hurt your feelings, and you hurt his. It was a relief that the walls were made of pure stone; if they weren’t, the whole staff would have heard every harsh word that was screamed inside the royal chamber.

“Do not speak to me of loyalty!” He had said. “You were surrounded by dwarves who approached you unequivocally being suggestive, yet you did nothing to stop them! People might have thought you actually enjoyed it! At my own celebration!! That was an embarrassment. I’m disappointed in you as my wife.”

“I'm so sick of you! Of your pent up anger, cold demeanour and childish behaviour!” You had screamed back with tears threatening to wet your cheeks. “If I’m such a bad wife, to the point in which you do not even want to dine with me, then leave the room and never speak to me again!”

After that night, you two picked new bedrooms to sleep at, separated. The royal workers had been ordered to take the personal belongings of each and rearrange them in the new chambers. From then on, you hadn’t slept with your husband and definitely didn’t go back to the routine of eating together. It had been weeks since that.

You closed your eyes and placed your forehead into your hands, trying to forget about the argument. But the memories kept coming back, like a curse that haunted you. You shook your head, sighing. There definitely was work to do on your outbursts, as well as Thorin needed to work on his repressed anger. Luckily, a knock on your bedroom’s door distracted you from the memories.

“My queen?” You heard Halda's voice, your personal maid.

“Come in.” You said and your voice sounded quiet and wavering.

Your voice was worn out because lately you hadn't talked to anyone. At your request, nobody ever bothered you as you stayed in your chamber alone every day, only going out to read under the sun when natural light was very much needed. Still during those occasions you never came across anyone, avoiding all kinds of contact. The servants were to take dinner to your new cold chamber.

“My queen,” Halda said while entering the bedroom. “I've come to bring your lunch…” She took a pause before speaking again. “And to tell you the King asked me to bring you this…”

“Do not say more.” You interrupted her, looking through the window with a frown, watching the midday sun clean the white rock that held up the mountain high and strong. “Please leave it on the desk and leave.” You said with a brittle voice. The situation hurt you a lot, but unless Thorin apologized in person, you didn't wish to maintain contact with him. That was your pride taking over you.

“My queen,” Halda spoke again, after leaving the tray on the desk and picking the plate she had brought for breakfast hours ago, which was still half full. “he insists on telling you he wants you to join him…”

“Please, get out.” You ordered and closed your eyes. “I do not wish to be bothered.”

“Of course, my queen. Forgive me.” You saw from the corner of your eye that she bowed.

“Do not apologize. It’s not you who started this, and I’m not mad at you.”

“As you wish, my queen.”

When the door closed, leaving you alone and silent again, you laid in bed and allowed yourself to be true to your feelings for the first time in days. You cried your heart out, feeling cold and empty, until you were so exhausted that you fell into a deep sleep.

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Thorin had been in the dining hall for over an hour. He had tried, since midday, to concentrate on his duties, but the thought of whether you would accept or not his invitation to dinner was unsettling him. Since he couldn’t concentrate on his duties, or in any pleasant distraction even, he showed up to eat before it was planned. The kitchen servants started to run from one place to the other, cooking as fast as possible and preparing the table for the king who had arrived earlier. When dinner was ready, the king asked to speak with Halda.

“Tell me what she said.” He demanded, his voice soft but deep as always.

“My king,” She whispered a bit afraid, knowing what was about to come. “she asked not to be bothered.” Thorin slowly nodded, closing his eyes while growling. “She never gave a clear answer, and she might as well show up when it’s actually time for dinner…”

“You can leave now.” Thorin interrupted.

“Yes, my king.” She rushed out of the dining hall.

“I'm so sick of you! Of your pent up anger, cold demeanour and childish behaviour! If I’m such a bad wife, to the point in which you do not even want to dine with me, then leave the room and never speak to me again!” He remembered your words, and the guilt ate him alive. Were you serious about not wanting to speak to each other anymore? Was the situation that bad?

Your extremist decision of never walking around Erebor had been devastating for him, since he couldn’t cross paths with you and try to talk. Of course he could have simply walked to your room, but he didn’t want to risk another fight that would make the marriage even more unsavable. There was also a bit of pride that participated in the making of the decision, but he was more than used to that feeling, so he didn’t realize. Your complaint of him not wanting to eat with you haunted him, because he knew it was a thing that mattered a lot to you; to share a bit of time together, even if it was only ten minutes, sitting close and enjoying nice meals while updating each other on their days and plans. But he had been so angry that he gave no care to the things that kept the marriage going, even during the busy weeks when you couldn’t see each other at all times.

His way of trying to start a conversation was by giving you what he had so selfishly denied you. But the thought that you had given up in the relationship filled him with an early grief that broke his heart. The big gate of the dining room closed, and to that it followed the sound of plates, cups and food crashing against the ground with loud noises. The king let out a scream from the core of his chest, getting up. He then took the tablecloth and pulled from it until he had thrown every bottle and tray to the ground. The guards flinched and the mess Thorin provoked was heard from nearby rooms, making the servants prepare themselves to clean the dining hall.

The King Under the Mountain left and the place remained silent.

…

You opened your eyes and stood up quickly after realizing you had fallen asleep. When looking around, you saw only darkness. Once your eyes got used to the gloom, you lit the candle from your bedside table and then the fireplace. You sat for a while in front of the big cackling fire, eating the food that had been brought to you hours ago, despite it being cold. You were feeling numb, but not physically. You couldn't think of anything or concentrate on your feelings, only on the rising fire in front of you, warming your body and blinding your eyes with white and red brightness. It was peaceful, really, and you very much needed those few minutes of silencing your brain.

When you were done eating, you decided to read for a while under the moonlight. You took the tray to your desk in order to keep a minimum level of order in the chamber, and there you saw it; a letter. You frowned, and after stirring in your memories, you remembered that Halda had left something Thorin wanted to give you. But that had been many hours ago. You dropped the tray, not minding the broken glass cup, and quickly picked the envelope. The truth was, that even while acting indifferent, you cared about your husband. A lot. No stupid fight could ever make you stop worrying about him or loving his majestic personality. What you had said about his “childish and cold demeanor” wasn’t entirely true; there was way more in him than jealousy and anger, which is why you fell in love in the first place.

You sat in front of the fireplace again and opened the letter. It read:

“Amrlâlimê, love of my life, who I chose as my companion and queen:

I wish to apologize for my manners. What I said wasn't fair, and I haven't been sincere with my feelings nor with you, Bunnanunê. I do not wish for that unleashed fight to keep affecting us. Please, do me the honor of joining me for dinner tonight.

Amralizi,

-Your king and husband, Thorin Oakenshield”

You covered your trembling lips with a shaking hand, then looked out the window and deduced that the night was nearing midnight. You sighed with guilt and ran out of your bed chamber, almost forgetting to put an appropriate cloak on. While you headed to the dining hall, rushing down dozens of stairs and running through multiple corridors, many heads turned to look at you. You even met Dwalin while he was coming out of a door in one of the hallways. Well, you rather collided with him.

“My queen!” He exclaimed, surprised.

“I am so sorry, Dwalin.” You sighed, agitated. “I’m in a rush.”

“Then I won't stop you.” He stepped aside with a nod of his head.

You lowered your head too as a quick greeting and kept on running. But before stepping down on another pair of stairs, it occurred to your slow sleepy mind that because Dwalin and Thorin were so close, he might as well know where he was. The king probably hadn’t been sitting at the dining table for hours, waiting for you. So you turned around and shouted so Dwalin could hear you.

“Do you know where Thorin is?”

“I do, my queen.” He said, but didn’t turn to face you.

“Oh…” You walked back and stopped next to him. “Tell me.”

He sighed and looked at you. “He asked to not be bothered by anyone, no exceptions. So I cannot tell you.”

“Dwalin…” You lowered your head with tears in your eyes. “Tell me where he is. I made a mistake and need to make amends with him.” Since you didn't hear an answer, you kept on trying to persuade him. “I think you and everyone knows Thorin and I haven't been… Well.” He looked at you with soft eyes, slightly moved. “You worry about him as much as I do, and I'm sure that if we don't solve our problem now, he might go mad.” Dwalin looked away, sighing and weighing the possibilities.

And when a slight impatience filled your chest with a tightening anxiety, you suddenly remembered: You were the Queen of Erebor. You shouldn't be begging to talk to your husband. Your marital promise had been to stay with Thorin until the end. What kind of royal member would allow their duties to be unfulfilled because of a disobedient friend? So you spoke again, putting on the serious demeanor that you’d been perfecting in order to use it during important political situations: “I order you to tell me where he is. I’m the queen, Dwalin. And Thorin was the one who tied me to him with a marital knot. If he really wished to be alone, he wouldn’t have asked me to be his companion! Now tell me where he is!”

Dwalin looked up, surprise and concern invading his eyes, since it was the first time you snapped at him like that. “He's at the forge.” The dwarf answered, not yet convinced he was doing the right thing by disobeying a direct order from Thorin.

You looked at him with a big smile, whispered a “Thank you” and rushed to the forge.

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The rhythmic sound of the hammer against the iron and the king's groans filled the place, along with a permanent heat that came from the lit forge. He was still thinking about you. It had not been possible for him to take you out of his mind during the night, so he made it his goal to stay there, crafting and refining to appease his feelings. Even before opening the gate, you could hear your husband’s growls, and it worried you. It wasn't a new thing for him to calm himself down with his crafting, but this time, you knew  you were the cause for his anger. You opened the gate slowly, almost not wanting him to hear you. But he did, and the sound of the hammer stopped so suddenly that the utter silence still reproduced the echo of the previous hitting.

“I asked not to be interrupted.” Thorin said with a low but agitated voice. “Now what could be so important…?!” He turned around, and when he saw you, the hammer fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The place remained silent, only the forging fire daring to make a noise. You couldn't look at him, much less talk to him. For a moment you thought of running back to your lonely chamber and locking yourself up. What if he was still mad? And what if he didn't want to see you? What if it was all lost already?

“Amrâlimê.” Thorin whispered and slowly approached you.

In that moment, all fear and doubt vanished. You remembered the times he called you that, kissed you and made you remember you were his one. And when you saw him, you remembered how much you loved and longed to be with him. His lips were parted, threatening to form a smile. His eyes were shiny, big and expectant. There was a sudden light that traveled his face and set hope in him, which turned his expression so soft you could melt like the iron he had just been working with. He had sweat on his face and was almost completely covered in dust from working; despite not being clean, you always thought that look was so masculine and sexy. When you met his gaze, Thorin seemed to take it as a sign that you weren’t going to run away or shout at him, and he quickened his steps. He stood in front of you, took your hands in his and got on one knee, resting his forehead on your wrists while kissing your knuckles.

“Amrâlimê…” He repeated, and you felt his warm breath against your hand. You were frozen despite the heat of the place. “You are here.”

“Yes, I am.” You whispered, not really knowing what to say.

“You sound doubtful.” Thorin said, insecure, and slowly raised his head, linking your gazes. His eyes were so passionate that they filled your own self with strong emotions. “Don't you want to be with me?”

“I do! I do. I do want to be with you.” You said quickly. “The thing is… I wasn't expecting this reaction from you.”

“After many moons of not meeting with you, how else would I react?” He asked, getting up. You could watch him closer then, admiring his bright eyes and paying attention to every one of his handsome features.

“I never thought you would want to see me again.” You said lowly, lowering your gaze.

“Why wouldn't I want to see you?” He asked, confused. “I love you. I asked you to be my wife…”

“And I accepted! Because I love you too… But you’ve pushed me away, love.”

“But why would you think I don’t want to see you for weeks?” Thorin seemed so sincerely confused it annoyed you. How could he not know?

You looked at him raising your eyebrows, outraged. “Allow me to think.” You said looking at the ceiling and crossing your arms. “First you avoided me for days, then you screamed at me, and called me a bad wife. After that you agreed to sleep in separate rooms, then you did not come looking for me in months, and you just told Dwalin not to be bothered by anyone! No exceptions, he said…”

He chuckled lightly at the end and shook his head. He looked so beautiful that suddenly all your pent up desire bloomed and you wanted to jump at him and kiss him hard. “I ordered that to Dwalin because I did not think of the possibility you would look for me.” He explained, a bit ashamed.

“Why wouldn't I look for you? Even though you hurt me…” You swallowed, a cry threatening to come back and making a lump in your throat. “Why would I reject an apology?”

This time Thorin was the one who raised his eyebrows. “Well, allow me to think.” He mimicked your corporal actions and voice tone comically, surprisingly making you laugh. “First you ignored me all day during my celebration feast, then you accused me of not being a good lover, after that you told me to not speak to you ever again. You suggested sleeping in separate rooms, locked yourself in your chamber for months, and on top of it all you did not come to join me for dinner tonight…”

It was your turn to shake your head with an amused smile. “I fell asleep before reading your letter.” You explained, chuckling softly and feeling your body relax slightly; it wasn’t as bad as you had thought it would be. After all, you had chosen a good husband. You could sort things out, even when the situation was bad; that had been your marital promise. So you decided to abandon all your pride by then. “I'm really sorry, love.” You looked at him with sad eyes and lips tightened in a straight line. Guilt had done its damage to you too.

Thorin shook his head and placed your foreheads together, holding onto your hands dearly. It kept surprising you how soft and careful he could be with such big hands, strong body and imposing looking. “I am sorry, Bunnanunê. You were right; I failed to fulfill my husband duties.”

“I also forgot my vows when I abandoned you and refused to fix things immediately.” You sighed, closing your eyes. “I’m afraid both of us have failed to keep up with our promises.”

He was silent for a moment, then whispered “I am working on a ring at the moment. I’ll look for your favorite gem tomorrow to complete it, and we’ll renew our vows when I gift you the ring.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a big smile and a tear already making its way down your face. You couldn’t believe your ears; after all that happened, he kept finding ways of mending the relationship. You were so, so lucky to have him as a husband. Someone who tried, very hard, to stay with you and be a good companion. You nodded intensely and he smiled too, then lowered his hands to your waist. You both looked at each other, melting in a hug and closing your eyes. Little by little, you got closer and closer until you kissed. It was a slow kiss, deep, loving and letting show how much your bodies had missed each other those past weeks. You two had a lot to talk about Thorin's management of his emotions and your dangerous outbursts, but that kiss told you that you wouldn't have to be alone. You would work together in the amending of your own selves and the relationship you so madly wanted to keep forever. The marital promises had to be repeated, and this time, kept.

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Heyyy, I’d like to read your Thorin fic but the link doesn’t work. Where can I find it? Cheers!

Edit: I've already revised the fic and re-wrote it. The link I shared doesn't work because I already deleted the unclean work. You can find the clean one HERE.

Hello there!

Oh myyy I'm so happy you want to read it! Sorry about the link, I just realized why it doesn't work🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm a bit dumb and didn't see it before, but I will revise it and post it on AO3 soon!

Btw, you can read it on Tumblr HERE. But I warn you, it has a few mistakes and things I'd change. If you still can't read it, search "thorin" on my profile and scroll down just a bit.

Thank you again, and sorry!🤎

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