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Summary: Thorin has now realized his feelings for the reader, but he might’ve realized a little late now that the reader is growing sicker and sicker from the poisoned black arrow. But how does the reader feel about Thorin 🧐
Warnings: illness, fighting, pain, thoughts of death
A/n: a part 2 to From Hate to Love!? It sure is!
Okay it got very long so I’ve broke it up so there is another part, which I'm still working on rn
part 1 part 3
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Fili helped you bind your leg. You were introduced to the group as a fighter and healer to the group, which you had done your fair share of helping take care of their wounds and such. This wound that you got however, you knew there was no way for you to heal it. You couldn’t help do anything against the poison of a poisoned black arrow.
Not long after your leg was bound all of you were greeted with another arrow. Honestly by this point you weren’t surprised that someone else had pointed one towards the group. However instead of elves or orcs it was a human. You felt more relieved than anything.
Balin worked to make a deal with the man and he promised everyone entry into Lake-town.
Everyone boarded the boat but stayed near the front away from him. You however took a spot at the back near him, as there was more room and you could stretch out. Thorin’s eyes quickly darted to you as you sat down near the man. He didn’t like it at all, he didn’t trust him.
The man, Bard, as you and Bilbo found out had started rowing to take all of you to the town.
“So, what is the point in collecting the barrels? If I may ask?” You asked him wanting to talk to take your mind off the pain.
“It allows us to load fish or crabs or whatever we catch into them and take them into the town.” Bard answered your question.
“I see, but why not make your own? I mean I understand you must have some alliance with the elves, but surely it seems unfair just to get barrels?” You questioned.
“They are high quality barrels. They’re sturdy and hold over the weight of our own.” He replied. “We don’t ask for much from the woodland realm, better to receive less now in case we need bigger help later.” He said and you nodded in understanding.
As the dwarves talked of distrust in Bard, Balin reminded them they still had to pay him. Thorin quickly handed his share, wishing they could leave the boat already. He wanted to reach the mountain in time, he wanted you away from Bard, and he wanted to make sure you were okay.
You were lucky, you didn’t have to hide in the barrels again and be covered with fish like everyone else. Not only would it had been hard to get back into the barrel, but you wouldn’t have been able to handle the fish either.
You understood this was to get all of them into the town without drawing much attention to them as well. Bard managed to get them past the deputy of the town as the two of you entered, not that your presence went over well either, however you were let in on the account of pretending to be a distant relative to Bard.
Once in the town Bard knocked over most of the barrels so Thorin and them could fully get out. He led all of you back ways around, of course some guards noticed, but Thorin and them handled them quickly. You noticed the bit of happiness in the townsfolk as they willingly covered the knocked out guards to help all of you continue on. That was until Bard’s son, Bain, came to inform him the house was being watched.
What you saw next took the pain away for even just a few moments as you watched everyone climb through the toilet and Bard’s youngest asking if they ‘would bring them luck’. What was funny to you was however embarrassing to Thorin. Not only did this not make him feel like leader and king he should be, but that you were witnessing this. His embarrassment quickly turned back to worry as he noticed you sitting down. You made no sound, but your face still showed the pain you were masking and was even paler than before.
By now most of them had blankets wrapped around them as they tried to dry off. You watched as Thorin looked out the window. You could see the shock and sorrow on his face.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Bilbo said to him.
“He has. The last time we saw such a weapon, a city was on fire. It was the day the dragon came.” Balin explained, continuing on the story of the day Smaug arrived at Dale and the mountain.
You couldn’t begin to imagine what it must have been like. What half of them in the company had endured for years. You looked at Thorin once more. He looked as if he wished he had done more that day. You may had disliked him when you joined the company, though some of that was because he disliked you, but you had to admit he did carry himself with that of a leader. Though sometimes you thought his pride was what could ruin this journey, not that it hadn’t almost a couple of times, but you felt you couldn’t help but admire the leader he was to the company. He admitted to his mistakes, he allowed the voice of the others to be heard, and he didn’t try to handle everything on his own. For that you too, felt as though you could put your faith in him, that you would follow him under his ruling; though you were not a dwarf so it probably didn’t matter to him.
You were knocked out of your thoughts to the sound of metal hitting the table. Bard unwrapped the cloth to show some hand-made weapons. You watched as they all picked them up looking in disgust and displeasement. You had seen Thorin pick up part of branch to use as a shield to wield with his sword and now he and the rest were complaining about the quality of what they would use.
They threw everything down in disappointment, but you could see a plan forming in Thorin and Dwalin’s mind at the mention of the armory. You knew this meant that was the next stop you were all going.
Bard left soon after and everyone started talking about the plan to get the weapons out of the armory. Soon enough none of Bard’s kids could stop them.
“I’m really sorry about all of this, but we thank you for your help.” You told them as you left behind the rest of the company.
Getting into the armory was simple to them as some of them formed a pyramid of sorts that allowed the others to run up it and into the window. Once they were inside they started to collect some of the weapons in their arms and some were being passed down to you through the window. The few become several and the weight is starting to get to you.
“You alright?” Bofur asked down to you.
“I’ll manage, but I think that’s enough.” You replied to him as he tried to hand down one more to you.
Between the weight of the weapons and trying to reaching the last your wounded leg gave out causing you to fall onto the ground. You let out a scream in pain as the weapons fall on the ground around you making a loud noise. You heard the watchmen in the distance yell out as the dwarves around you try to help you up.
“Run!” Yelled Dori as some of them try to do so only to stop when faced with pikes pointed all of you.
You felt guilty and completely useless to the company as you are all brought to what you believe was the Master’s house. He was not happy to be disturbed at the late hour and especially with a now crowd around his home. Thorin worked to get them to accept the company and promised treasure if the town would help supply the thing all of you needed to continue the journey.
After everything the master welcomed all of you into his home where there was no shortage of a feast. You didn’t celebrate like the rest of them. Between the pain being worst and the words Bard had spoke of bringing ruin to the town you honestly worried.
When you awoke the next morning you were in a sweat and your vision was blurry. You looked down at the binding on your leg, you honestly thought to remove it, but you knew if you did panic would set into you knowing how the wound would look. You could hardly move without a stab of pain running through you. It felt like you were being pierced with more arrows, each more painful than the next. You heard the rest of the company moving around getting ready to leave. You forced yourself up, closing your eyes for a brief moment at the pain and wiped away the tears that quickly ran down your face. You didn’t want to be a burden, you refused to slow the company down, to let Thorin down. You followed them slowly and silently to where the boat was.
You hadn’t gone unnoticed by Thorin. He noticed how much worse you had gotten and as much as he wanted you to continue with them and how much he wanted to stay by your side he had made up his mind. He didn’t want to make things worse for you, he felt the best thing was to let you stay behind and hope that you could recover then join him at Erebor. He wanted you to see his home, the mighty halls which he had once roamed, he wanted to show you what you had helped them journey to.
As all of you reached the boat seeing some of the guards load the supplies into it. A crowd had gathered to see everyone off as well.
“You do know we’re one short. Where’s Bofur?” Bilbo asked Thorin.
“If he’s not here, we leave him behind.” Thorin stated.
“We’ll have to. If we’re to find the door before nightfall. We can risk no more delays.” Balin said.
Everyone started to climb into the boat, but before you could step in Thorin stopped you.
“(Y/n), not you. We must travel at speed and you may not keep up.” Thorin spoke.
“I will keep up, worry not.” You reassured him trying to smile through the pain.
He let out a sigh, not of anger but of sadness. “(Y/n), I know you feel unwell. You need not hide it from me, I’ve seen you try to and I want to say come with us; but it will only worsen.” He told you. “Stay here, rest and once you’re healed join us. I will wait for your arrival and show the great kingdom of Erebor.” He advised you while trying to give a reassuring smile.
You understood. You were trying not to ruin the good that had became between the two of you that you were thinking it was best to forsake your health to stay by his side. Things you would have never done at the beginning of the journey. But there was something you knew that he didn’t or at least maybe he was trying hope for better outcome and that was what was to become of you. The only cure for the poison you could think of was elvish medicine, but that was not likely to anyone, you could only use things that could slow the process until it finally took you.
“I’ll stay with (Y/n). My duty lies with the wounded.” Oin stated as he got out of the boat and stood beside you.
“We will stay behind and help.” Fili and Kili spoke as they got out of the boat as well.
“Both of you belong with the company.” Thorin objected.
“He’s right. You should go on with them.” You interjected sitting down on the dock as Oin started to examining you.
“(Y/n) risked their life to save us, it’s only right someone should stay and help. Plus Oin cannot handle everything alone.” Fili stated.
“Had (Y/n) not jumped out of the barrel when they did it would have been me who tried for the lever and me who would’ve been wounded.” Kili admitted.
Thorin could no longer waste time to argue, he also knew it was better to leave you in the capable hands of his kin than most of those in the town. He didn’t know any of them and there was a possibility they wouldn’t care for you even if you were of the race of men.
Just then the musicians start to play and the Master of the town rises on the platform. He starts to speak of how it was an honor to host the dwarves and how the people of the town are rooting for them and to bring good fortune to all. As he finishes his speech Thorin and the rest begin to row off. It was then that Bofur came through the crowd looking to see he missed the boat. He has a frown on his face until he turns to see the four of you.
“Ha. So you missed the boat as well?” Bofur asked.
The crowd had started to disburse as the boat made it way farther down the canal and the Master left the platform with a scoff.
Your vision had already worsened, everything was blurry and you felt as though you were on fire. To make it worse, it felt harder to breathe, this didn’t go by unnoticed by the four dwarves as they noticed the quick shallow breaths you were taking.
“We need to get (Y/n) some help!” Kili yelled worryingly.
“(Y/n), can you stand?” Fili asked.
You only nodded in response. “Bofur give (Y/n) your hand.” Oin told him as he gave you his. Bofur did as he was told. You took both their hands and started to stand, you stumbled, but Fili and Kili helped you get stable. Oin and Bofur took to your side to help as you walked while Fili and Kili walked just in front of you. They decided to go to the Master’s house to ask for help once again, but he refused saying he had already done his share of help and that he wanted nothing to do with the sick.
“Where now if he won’t help?” Kili asked the other three.
“Bard…” You answered as you winced in pain.
“He won’t help after everything last night.” Bofur stated.
“He’s the only hope we got.” Oin replied.
Getting you to Bard was the best hope they had. Walking you there was a struggle, especially up the steps. Fili knocked on the door. Bard opened the door to see all of you.
“No. I’m done with dwarves. Go away.” He demanded as he tried to close the door only for Fili to stop it with his foot.
“No, no, no! Please! No one will help us. (Y/n)’s sick.” Fili told him.
“Very sick.” Kili added.
Bard looked to you being supported by Oin and Bofur. You had lost more color in your face since he had saw you yesterday. He was hesitant, but despite how the dwarves had been you had been kind to all of them. He steps aside allowing room for all of you to come in. “Put (Y/n) on the bed over there.” He told them as they came in and made for the corner of the room where the bed was and helped you down.
They began to talk about what to do, what could possibly help; as you cried out in pain.
As the pain became worse all you could do was think this was it. That you would soon lose to poison and not be able to see the journey completed. Sure you had already lived longer than you were meant to thanks to Gandalf saving your life years ago, but you didn’t want to go now either. Thorin would wait for you and the other to arrive at the mountain. ‘Thorin…’ Your mind raced back to him, how would he react to the news of you being gone? Why was it that you worried about his thoughts of you? In fact why were you trying so hard to continue by his side? What did Thorin mean to you?
You hadn’t noticed until now, now when it was to late that you loved him. That’s why you tried to mask the pain to stay by his side, that’s why your heart race when you looked his way, it wasn’t just admiration of the leader he was but the love you felt for the dwarf you had come to know.
While in your thoughts, unaware of what was going on out of your mind, the dwarves were trying their best to bring down the fever you had. You still were still crying out in pain though you didn’t notice, your body was succumbing to the poison that was spreading and your mind was blocking the realization from you.
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I will hopefully finish up the last part by tonight and get it posted. I really wasn't plaining for it to be this long but well it happened!
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Lively dinners every night. You often sing together while cleaning the kitchen after your meals.
“I know you can do it, but let me.”
Refers to you as his wife before even getting married.
He braids your hair every night before bed. The way he braids your hair into a bun makes your hair extra curly the next day
“No knives at the table Fi.” He’ll leave and come back five minutes later. You hear clanking as he removes all his knives.
Fili wants to explore all of the Shire with you. He wants to see your favorite spots. You often take weekly trips to visit loved ones and spend time with them.
Your whole family LOVES Fili. In return Fili loves your family. They’re very accepting of him, and, they always ask when he’s going to marry you.
Many of the Hobbit women also love Fili. They think his mustache braids are quite charming. (which they are) He is often flirted with.
“Sorry my lady, I’m afraid my wife is waiting for me at home.”
Loves helping you in the garden. He finds he has a rather good green thumb.
LOVES The Green Dragon!
Teaches you how to use a sword. is impressed with your skills.
Fili flirts with you every day as if it’s the first time he’s met you. He always tries to get a smile on your face.
You two visit with Bilbo almost every morning. Though Bilbo may act a little annoyed, he loves it. #heshipsit
Knows what personal space is but always seems to be by your side. He just loves being around you.
“Fi? Can you read to me tonight?” “Of course, Amrâlimê.”
Loves a good pipe weed session every once in a while.
Braiding his mustache and hair every day. He teaches you new methods of braiding.
The perfect mix of introvert and extrovert for you.
Going to every birthday, or celebration in the Shire you’re invited too, with a cake you both made yourself.
Once you were cutting vegetables and you accidentally sliced your finger. Fili was all over you for the rest of the day.
You’ve often ask him if he’ll ever not wear shoes outside of your home. He always says no.
Loves telling you dwarven stories and legends. You love hearing about his culture and his childhood.
Monthly visits from Kili and Tauriel! They stay in your guest bedroom. Fili invested in a large mattress to accommodate all guests you two may have.
Thorin also visits as well but not as much. Always showing up at night.
Fili plans take you to Erebor. He knows it’s a long journey and wants to make sure everything is prefect when you’re finally there.
You two often discuss whether to get married in Erebor, or Hobbiton. You both settle on having two weddings.
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