Chapter 10

A.N. - I got really into the lore while writing this chapter so I thought it would be interesting to talk about it with the dwarves. Plus how else am I supposed to tell Fili and Kili about guns 

Word count - 2,223

Pairings - Thorin x Fem!Reader

Warnings - war, death, mental illness, self doubt

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-Your POV-

It was a few hours before you decided to return to the company. Thorin made good on his word everyone was dressed in their proper attire and the troublesome two were on their best behaviour. He gave a gentle nod in your direction causing a fresh wave of red to flush your face. Kili looked like he was going to say something but was rather aggressively elbowed by Dwalin before a single syllable left his lips.  

“Did ye find anything good to read in the library lass?” Dwalin asked as you took your place on your bedroll. He was looking for a way to keep conversation away from what happened earlier.

Just a little oneshot that has been floating around my head for a few weeks. Its set after BOTFA where everyone lives / nobody dies (YAY) during the negotiations regarding reparations. 

Warnings - if you couldnt tell from the title it contains a few swear words, mentions of assault/abuse of power, mention of bloody death

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"Well, if you do not agree to our terms then the Arkenstone will remain in our possession."

"Listen here you pointy eared bastard! " Thorin raised a hand to silence his cousin, then brought it to his furrowed brow. The meeting continued to go around in circles, as it had the past few days, no side willing to budge on their demands and no concessions being made.

"I think it time we all took a break." Bard, ever the peacemaker, huffed.  He was already out of his chair and pouring himself another drink. Dain was all worked up and angling for a fight, which with guards and armies assembled would undoubtedly lead to another war leaving countless more dead.

"Amrâlimê, you have barely spoken work since talks began." Thorin turn to you stood next to his chair and kiss your hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to overstep the mark"

"I think we are well past that given the bickering that is occurring. If you would like I can have Dwalin go to back to the mountain, at least then one of us can have a reprieve."  he chuckled through a pain smile. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"No, it's okay." you smiled back. A flash of relief washed over Thorin's face. "Plus, I think I have an idea, but it is going to be umm well a bit insane, possibly a little dangerous, and it might make things a whole lot worse.  Do you trust me?" you whispered into his ear.

" Do I trust your judgement? Undoubtably! Your ability to keep yourself safe? Well, that is why we have a small army of guards overseeing the negotiations. If you think it will work, go at least put an end to this, then you have my blessing" Thorin whispered back.

"Excellent!" your hand reached up and caressed his face. As he turned his lips met yours. " if you'll excuse me, I just need to fetch something" you kissed him quickly then left.

Chapter 7 

Thorin x Reader 

Warnings - ambush attack

Summary - post trolls the company regroup and their luck gets worse. 

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-Reader’s POV-

 Once freed from the sacks you became painfully aware how dangerous that situation had been and how woefully unprepared you were for the dangers of the wilds. The only weapons you had access to were the ones that the rest of the company owned, and they weren’t too likely to give you one of theirs. It turns out dwarves are strangely protective of their weapons. Fili had only given you a dagger so that you didn’t need to go into battle unarmed, and he still expected it back when everything was safe again. You needed to arm yourself.

 “Come on lass.” Dwalin’s words snapped you out of your thoughts. It seemed the company was already moving on, or at least moving towards something. His large hand clapped on your back, nudging you forward. You had noticed the way the dwarves travelled, Dwalin tended to stay near the back keeping an eye out for stragglers when the company started moving again, while Thorin took the lead up the front. As you caught up to the rest of the company the stench became overwhelming. It was different from the musky smell of the company; you had gotten used to that smell not that you wouldn’t be grateful if you were all able to have a bath soon. The smell was like if a dirty farmyard made love to a garbage heap. Quite frankly vomit inducing. You had to cover your mouth and hold your nose to keep from gagging. It seemed the company had assembled in the troll cave. The smelly treasure filled troll cave.

 Golden treasures were strewn about, likely kept hidden purely by the revolting stench alone. You followed the others although your stomach protested. You did not know what treasures lay within, but this just might be the solution to your weapons problem.

 Some of the dwarves were already hoarding some of the treasure and starting to bury it, while Thorin and Gandalf were inspecting the weapons.

 “You could not wish for a finer blade Thorin Oakenshield.” It seemed something Thorin had said or done had irked Gandalf once more.

 “What are you supposed to look for in a blade?” you asked breaking up their silent stalemate. Both turned their attention to you, the scowl leaving neither of their faces. “it’s just. I um. I thought I should um arm myself with something just in case.” You squeaked. The expression softened on both men’s faces.

 “Size. Weight. Balance” Thorin uttered, sifting through the collection until he finds what he was looking for. He handed you a sword much smaller than the one he had claimed.

 “Elven blades are much lighter” Gandalf announced causing Thorin to scowl again.

 “Blades suited to beginners” Thorin snarled at Gandalf. His voice softened again “Let us get out of this wretched place.”

 Once out of the cave you were able to admire the blade Thorin had chosen for you. The metal shone in the morning light almost as if it were newly forged. Intricate swirls weaved from the tip to the handle. The sword itself was light, perfect for a beginner like yourself but still would deal a decent blow when used against an enemy. It was perfect. You belted the sheath around your waist and trudged back to the original campsite to pack up the few items you had previously laid out. You owned very little, so it was easy to pack it all into a single bag with some overflow items in your pockets.

 By the time you and a few of the dwarves, who had the sense to pack up their items, rejoined those by the cave a newcomer had joined the group. He was rather disheveled, covered in mud and droppings. He almost smelt as bad as the troll cave not nearly as overwhelming though. The mysterious man was engaged in a heated conversation with Gandalf although what they were discussing was as mysterious as the man giving the information.

 “Who is that?” You leaned close to Bofur nudging him, hoping the identity of the man wasn’t a mystery to everyone.

 “Another wizard. Radagast the Brown I think he said” He whispered back. The whole camp was silent trying to eavesdrop on the two wizards’ conversation. The silence was suddenly broken by a howl. For a moment you thought it was a wolf until you saw the creature it came from. The creature was quickly killed before it could pounce on any of the company.

 “Warg-scouts! Which means an orc pack is not far behind!” Thorin bellowed. At this the clearing became alive with activity. Each dwarf taking on a different responsibility to ensure we would be moving quickly. In all the well organised chaos you almost missed the argument Thorin and Gandalf erupted into once more, only catching Gandalf exclaiming we were being hunted.

 Your luck went from bad to worse. The ponies were gone. They bolted during the whole troll fiasco. Leaving your only hope to outrun the attackers. Something instinctual made you move closer to Thorin. You hoped the warrior king would be able to protect you. Radagast volunteered to draw the scouts off which should give you all a head start. Although where you would be running to you did not know.

 “Move!” Thorin commanded. At that the company began running for their lives across the rocky plains that led east. Occasionally you all took cover behind the boulders hoping to keep out of sight. However, wargs much like the wolves they sounded like, can pick up on a scent and the company were easy to track by smell. Soon one was atop the boulder everyone was hiding behind. Leaving the only option to kill it and its rider.

 The screams and screeches of pain as they were killed drew the attention away from Radagast and his rabbits. You were on the move again but soon you were surrounded on all sides. You stuck close to Thorin hoping his fighting skill would make up for your inability and you drew your new sword. Thorin pushed you more behind him as the dwarves take on a defensive circle. The inexperienced being silently ushered towards the center. Kili began shooting arrows trying to keep as much distance between the group and your attackers as possible, but there were just too many of them.

 “This way you fools!” Gandalf shouted popping his head up from behind a rock. With everything going on you hadn’t even noticed the wizard was missing. The company moved still in formation towards the secret passage Gandalf was hiding in. One by one you all slide down the large crack in the rock to safety. Thorin and Kili were the last to get to safety `they were cutting it close though. Seconds later a horn rang out and an orc fell down the secret entrance, an arrow piercing its chest leaving it dead.

 “Elves” Thorin muttered seething with hatred. It seems they had come to your rescue. Although the way Thorin acted made it seem like you had avoided one enemy only to be met with another one. It was decided that it would be best to follow the pathway which would keep the company hidden for the time being. Soon the pathway widened, and you were met with the sight of waterfalls and intricately carved buildings. Rivendell. It was stunning although Bilbo seemed to be the only one who agreed.

 Crossing a bridge, approaching the entrance to one of the larger buildings, the company was greeted by a tall dark-haired elf who introduced himself a Lindir.  Gandalf and the elf began speaking in a language unknown to you. You had gotten used to not knowing what was being said around you and the dwarves often relapsed into speaking in khuzdul when speaking to each other, but the dwarves took offense to this interaction. However, before they could react the horn you heard earlier sounded and you could hear dozens of sets of hooves approaching at a fast pace.

 “Ifridî bekâr!” Thorin shouted and once again the dwarves formed their protective circle, much tighter than before, forcing you and Bilbo to the center. Neither of you could see what was occurring but it seemed the elves had returned from slaying the remaining orcs.

 Another tall dark-haired elf, the one that Gandalf was hoping to speak to, had appeared. You could only guess that he was one of the riders. Once again, they began speaking elvish. Then he turned to greet Thorin. At this the defensive formation loosened a bit and the company relaxed a little. It seemed they were going to offer us a place to stay.

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A/N -  how cute Thorin give you a gift  The relationship is starting to develop both seem to be gravitating towards each other I wonder what will happen now they are in Rivendell

 Ifridî bekâr means ready weapons 

Chapter 6

Warnings - violence, slow burn

Summary - The company stumble upon some trolls

Thorin x reader

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-Readers POV-

 Thorin began allocating roles to the dwarves to set up for the night but Gandalf did not seem to agree with the location. He seemed to disagree with the idea of camping here so much that an argument began between the King and the Wizard. You could not hear what the argument was about, but soon enough Gandalf stormed off and Thorin began braking orders at poor unsuspecting Bombur. Bilbo seemed to cling to the wizard more than any other member of the company as such was extremely concerned when the wizard just upped and left.

 “Don’t worry Bilbo he’ll be back; he wouldn’t just abandon us all because of a temper tantrum” Your remark earned a little chuckle from Bilbo and some of the surrounding dwarves. “Come let’s help set up camp. If we’re quick enough, we might be able to snag a spot closest to the fire” You nudged the hobbit with your elbow. He agreed and followed as the whole company set up camp for the night. You thanked your lucky stars you got a spot by the fire. Feeling yourself already drying off you stuck by Bombur while he made supper for everyone. Another stew. Eating the same thing in day in and day out was becoming a bore but Bombur ever the talented chef was able to create new flavours thanks to the herbs and spices he had packed.

 Bombur served you first. You seemed to eat the least out of everyone in the company, partially due to appetite and partially because you weren’t the fondest of the food you were being given. You wouldn’t refuse a serving by any means but once the sting of hunger was gone it became harder to tolerate the taste. Bombur had noticed this and took it upon himself to ensure you were given the first and heartiest portion so that you at least got a serving knowing that others would beat you to second or thirds by the time you got up to get yourself a bowl. Bilbo wolfed his food down each and every night, after all he was used to at least twice the daily meals you were all having. He was still worrying about Gandalf but there was nothing the hobbit could do about the situation now.

 “Here, do us a favor: take this to the lads.” Bofur handed Bilbo two bowls and motioned his head in the direction of Fili and Kili who were still with the ponies. Bilbo sighed knowing he was missing out on seconds by doing this but Bofur hadn’t eaten yet, so it was only fair.

 The normal chatter round the fire resumed but as the minutes ticked by you noticed Bilbo hadn’t returned, he wasn’t one to miss a second helping especially as you had all come to learn that any food left after a 10 minute window of time was going to be gobbled up by Bombur in seconds. The two lads came running out from the cover of the trees.

 “You’re supposed to be with the ponies” grumbled a very much still angry Thorin.

 “Where’s Bilbo?” Bofur asked just finishing his meal.

 “Trolls had the ponies” Fili cried.

 “Bilbo’s with them” Kili finished concern dripping from his tone.

 At that everyone jumped. The camp became alive with dwarves finding their weapons. You and Ori looked at each other worry covering both your faces for neither of you possessed any useful weapons. Fili noticed this and handed you a relatively small blade, probably only a dagger which you knew meant you would have to use it in close range fighting if it came to it.

 -Thorin’s POV-

 Thorin’s mood had been stale since the moment you left the tavern. The argument with the wizard didn’t help but inside he was having his own internal battle. He knew the legends of the ‘one’ bond. He had even witnessed it himself with his sister, Dis, and her eventual husband. It was a bond which crossed class divides and could not be forced. It was an honor for Mahal to have given him a ‘one’ and yet he didn’t feel blessed. It seemed that Mahal had chosen this moment to distract him from the only quest that would make him worthy of being with his ‘one’ and having the respect of his people.

 He had been trying to avoid the problem by avoiding you directly. But the further away he got the more he ached to be close to you, to be beside you and be involved in your conversation and jokes that seemed to make the whole company grow fond of you so very quickly. It seemed Thorin lived for the fleeting glances and brushes as you squeezed by. Was it ungentlemanly for him to not move completely out of the way? Yes. Was he going to continue doing it so that he could occasionally feel your skin against his and smell the warm honey essence that made him wish that was the only scent in the world? Also yes. Especially since the smell of musky dwarf was all he seemed to be smelling these days.

 Thorin’s daydream was cut short as his nephews came running into camp, it seemed the company had a troll problem. If this was the issue Gandalf grumbled about earlier then that left Thorin even angrier at the wizard. He could have just stated the danger, instead he chose to abandon the company and leave them unprepared for the danger. Thorin grabbed his sword and looked over at you. You were brandishing one of Fili’s daggers.

 “Stay at the edge of the fray Y/N. but don’t let them get near you” Thorin barked, sounded harsher than he had intended. He could not lose you, he would protect you with his life if he had to. Still he had a small bit of faith that his nephews had been teaching you defense maneuvers so that you wouldn’t be a sitting duck in situations just like these.

 -Reader’s POV-

 The mission to attack the trolls and save Bilbo had not exactly gone to plan. Instead it seemed you would spend the night in a sack, in a pile of dwarves watching your newfound friends being roasted alive. Everyone was squirming and shouting. That was not how you wanted to die surrounded by noise in a smelly sack being kicked occasionally by multiple dwarves. You needed time to think, it was said trolls were slow and stupid, so they needed to be distracted and outwitted.

 “Never mind the seasoning; we ain’t got all night! Dawn ain’t far away, so let’s get a move on. I don’t fancy being turned to stone.” One of the trolls uttered.

 “So the sunlight kills them” you gasped under your breath. That means they only had to be delayed. It was summertime already, so the hours of darkness were limited, and it took the trolls a decent while piling you all up in preparation for their feast.

 It seemed Bilbo had a similar idea. He started trying to reason with the creatures, discussing cooking techniques. That hobbit sure knew his food. But him standing up to speak gave you a bit more wiggle room and you were finally able to shift the sack. You had a way to escape and with Bilbo providing a distraction you might be able to help the others as well. As silently as possible you shuffled deeper within the sack pulling the opening all the way over your head. Unbeknownst to you this earned some questioning looks from a few of the company, but most were distracted by the insults Bilbo was throwing their way. Now that your head was out of the way you were able to reach up and start untangling the knot that kept you trapped.

 You prayed with everything in you that you wouldn’t be seen. Your hopes were dashed when you felt something heavy move over you.

 “Hurry, I’m covering you from view” A deep voice rumbled close to you. It seemed that Thorin had noticed and decided to protect you from view with his own body. Soon the knot was untied on your own sack giving you the freedom to escape. The terrified selfish girl in you so desperately wanted to run but you knew you couldn’t abandon your friends. You shifted again so it appeared you were still bound but secretly you were moving about untying the dwarves you could.

 “Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf! Nice and crunchy.” One of the trolls exclaimed lifting Bombur off the ground, dangling him upside down. Out of the corner of your eye you see someone move in the shadows. Gandalf must have returned. You heaved a sigh of relief; with Gandalf aiding the dwarves you had freed the company just might be able to make it until morning.

 “Not--not that one, he--he’s infected!” Bilbo panicked shouting anything that would save Bombur from being eaten at that moment. “He’s got worms in his … tubes.” The troll chucked Bombur away in revulsion. It seems in the moment of distraction Thorin took it upon himself to prepare the second attack.

 “khazâd ai-mênu” Thorin shouts, the freed dwarves seem to explode out of the sacks, being quick to grab any weapon available. Though we were at a disadvantage it seemed as though things had been learned from the last attack. Everyone had to stay on the move, especially Bilbo, who had now been cut out of his sack.

 “Az-barum!” Bifur shouts grabbing your attention, throwing a spare blade to you. “Abod!” Bifur motions slashing in the direction of the dwarves on the spit. Your relationship with the Khuzdul speaking dwarf was not blossoming in the same way it was with the others but him using few phrases with you and having someone translate made it much easier for the both of you. You were pretty sure he was telling you to free them while the trolls were distracted. You took a deep breath before leaping over the fire and cutting at some of the ropes.

 “The dawn will take you all!” Gandalf shouted, distracting everyone from the ongoing battle. He struck the large boulder he was stood on with his staff. Splitting the stone in two and bathing the campground in morning light. You watched on as the trolls began writhing about, skin cracking and solidifying in the sunlight. Before your eyes these once living beings were now nothing more than stone statues.

  A/N - sorry this is a long one but we needed some grumpy Thorin and the reader developing relationships with the other dwarves. 

khazâd ai-mênu – the dwarves are upon you

Az-barum – mistress of men

Fandom: The Hobbit  Pairing: Reader x Thorin Words: 1,402 Note from Author: So, this is my first reader insert and I feel like I should say that I didn't really expect this drabble to be this long. Haha! I got super nervous about mixing up the point of views, so forgive me if there's anything needing correcting! This drabble was based on the imaginexhobbit anon request that you can find Here. Besides that, I hope you enjoy this, my lovelies! ~x~ You're backside ached as it knocked repeatedly against the saddle which was set atop on the pony you were riding. The constant trotting of the pony seemed sometimes to lull you almost to sleep, and then having someone from the Company shake you until you woke from your dozing off. But today you didn't feel exhausted as you usually would. Last night you had an unusually good sleep as you had lain down against the tree and had fallen asleep to one of Bofur's humorous stories, even with the eruption of laughter, you managed to drift into a peaceful slumber.  You, the dwarves and your dear friend Bilbo Baggins, had been travelling non-stop for the day, taking breaks only for food and water. You let out a sigh of relief as you heard the deep-voiced call of Thorin saying to make camp atop a hill just ahead.