Thorin Oakenshield Imagines

(Requested by @hobbitlover23)

Gif not mineeee.. This is an attempt to get out of my writers block, so have some random Thorin-ness? Is this a word? I dunno. 

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Rolling to the other side of the bed, you expected to find the firm chest of your husband, his warmth radiating off him in waves. That’s what you expected. Your hand slipped as if to rest against his chest, but instead, it fell against cool sheets and undisturbed blankets from his side of the bed.

Raising your head, you sat up, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the moonlight spilling in from the open curtains. “Thorin?” You called out sleepily, worry creeping into you as you slid out of bed, a shiver rolling over you as your feet touched the cool stone floor.

Stumbling out of your shared bedding chambers, you flung on your robe as you slowly became more aware of reality as you walked through the vast halls. Thorin wasn’t at his study in your bedding chamber, meaning one thing.

The ruins.

The halls were illuminated in warm light, the torches flickering as you walked by them. The perfectly smooth stone walls soon shifted, now cracked and broken, rubble decorating the floor. It was like you stepped back in time to sixty years before when Erebor was left in ruin after Smaug’s attack. Cobwebs, the rotten smell of burnt flesh, rubble everywhere you looked.

“Thorin,” You called out, holding your robe tighter around yourself as Thorin sat in the middle of it all, a torch in his hand as he reviewed building plan after building plan. The light was low, but you could see the dark circles beneath his eyes as he slowly dragged his gaze up to your face.

“Men Givashel,” Thorin whispered, his brows pinching together, “What’re you doing up?”

“I should be asking you that, you never came to bed, did you?” Your tone accusing as you closed the distance between the two of you, kneeling next to Thorin as your hand moved to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

Leaning into your hand, Thorin let out a sigh, knowing it would be useless to try and lie to you.

“Aye, I never did…” Thorin’s head hung low as you frowned in response, pushing his head up gently to look at you.

“Thorin you can’t work yourself to death over repairing Erebor” You scolded gently, making him look you in the eye as you bumped your forehead against his affectionately.

Thorin’s hands took their home against your sides, holding you to him as he closed his eyes before pushing you back gently while shaking his head.

“We need to rebuild, we need to give homes to the dwarves returning, there isn’t any time to waste.”

“Erebor wasn’t built in a day, neither will these ruins be repaired in one.” You stated firmly before sighing. “I can’t convince you to do something you don’t want to, we both know you’re too stubborn for that…” You mumbled before looking up into his eyes.

“For me, Thorin, come to bed, rest, I cannot bear to see my husband ruining his health one more second.”

“(Y/n) I’m —”

“Your wounds haven’t even healed from the battle, yet you’re stressing your body constantly as if you never got them, so no Thorin, you aren’t fine.”

Looking down at the scrolls, Thorin sighed before nodding. “Aye…” He held the torch out to you as he slowly stood, his joints cracking from not moving in so long, causing you to wince at the sound.

“Only for you,” He grouched, never admitting that he yearned to be in bed next to you for the past few nights, no no, a stubborn dwarf he will remain until the end of his days.

“Only for me,” you mused as you handed him back his torch, your lips finding his for a brief kiss as a silent ‘thank you, I love you,’ his beard brushing on your skin as you pulled away. Thorin’s arm slipped around your waist as you rested your head against his shoulder, the two of you quiet in the walk back to your bedding chambers.

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Slipping beneath the sheets, you watched Thorin go to the bathroom, hearing the sound of the fire fizzing out from his torch as he doused it in water. Stripping off his daytime clothes, Thorin tugged on a pair of sleeping pants, too exhausted to think of anything else as he slipped into bed alongside you.

His chest was warm, you grinned in realization as he pulled you flush against his bare chest. It was quiet, the only sound filling the room was his deep breathing as he closed his eyes to sleep. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you laid your head over his heart as the soft thudding began to lull you to sleep.

“Thank you for making me sleep…” Thorin whispered, his heart fluttering as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, knowing you forced him to leave his work out of care for his wellbeing.

A sleepy smile crossed your face as you pressed a kiss to his chest, “That’s what your One is for right? Looking after your wellbeing,” You hummed as he brought a hand to your head, gently carding his fingers through your hair, tenderly rubbing your courting braid that he put in your hair long ago.

“Aye…” Thorin mumbled with a light chuckle, “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, knowing that he has been neglectful of you for a while, yet not noticing that you were already asleep until he got no response.

Thorin smiled at your sleeping state, brushing your hair slightly out of your face before resting his hand against your back, holding you to him. “Sleep well, Men Iananubukhs…”

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Imagine being apart of the company, and when you reached Rivendell, you went to look around, and the rest of the company worried about where you were.

Thorin: where is she?

Kili: Maybe she went for a walk. 

Fili: why so worried Uncle? *smirking*

Thorin: uh, no reason. 

Thorin has liked you ever since you met in Bilbo’s home, and he didn’t want you getting hurt. 

You: *stumbles into room giggling* The wine here is amazing. 

Thorin: *Walking towards you* Where did you go, if I may ask? 

You just giggled again, the wine meddling with you senses, and reached up to grab Thorin’s collar before planting you lips onto his.

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Word Count: 1238

Warnings: Character death, sadness,

Note: I was balling my eyes out the entire time I was writing this, I hope you all enjoy.

“You?” Thorin began, shock filling his sickly veiled eyes, his expression wild and almost that of a scared animal in a corner.

Fearful, wronged, shocked, ready to attack.

“You dare betray the King!” He shouted, the crown on his head showing just how ‘magnificent’ his words were as you bit your tongue, staring at the Company around him in battle armor. The Elves held their place below the barricaded entrance, waiting for their King’s command as they watched the Dwarven King with unease.

“I didn’t do it to betray you, Thorin, I did it to save you…” You talked lowly, even Thranduil had to strain his ears to hear you. “You are not the Dwarf you were in the Shire! You’ve changed, that stone…. That stone corrupted your mind and your heart,” You spat back at him with equal agitation, your voice laced with sadness as you recalled all the moments he treated his fellow Company like dirt because he was now ‘The King’.

“A king without regard to his people is a king I will not stand beside.” You finished, taking the silver bead out of your hair and slamming it to the ground, the sound echoing like dragons roar. Before anyone could say anything else, you made your way to the side of the barricade, using the rope Bilbo left and made your way to Gandalf, not letting him have the chance of throwing you over it in anger.

You didn’t betray him, but you knew that if he knew Bilbo did, it would be the end of the Company. You were just a magic user to them,  you didn’t mean much to them, you told yourself to take away the pain of seeing their faces of shock and hurt that you would take away the king’s jewel in hope for peace.

The wind howled past your eardrums as you ran up the snowy landscape, your boots almost slipping on the ice several times as you felt your heart beating rapidly, threatening to burst out of your chest. The last thing you recalled hearing, ‘Thorin’s badly wounded, he may not make it.’

If there was one thing you were, it was loyal. You would not sit by while he died. The memories of Thorin throughout the journey passed through you like a movie rewinding and pressing start back at the beginning. How he accepted your opinion over Gandalf, how he treated you with respect and kindness like you were his own kin. How he began to trust you and tell you stories late at night beneath the stars about how great Erebor was, and how happy he was you were with him to experience it again.

Blinking back the tears in your eyes, you caught sight of Bilbo leaning over something brown, narrowing your eyes you bit back a gasp.

That was Thorin on the ground.

“Bilbo” Thorin rasped, a cough ripping through his throat as he struggled to find the words to say. An apology? A last-minute request for forgiveness for his despicable actions? A farewell? Thorin’s mind was scrambled as the pain in his chest kept growing,  

“I’m glad you’re here..” Thorin rasps out as Bilbo moved to put pressure on the wound. “Shhh.. Don’t speak Thorin, don’t speak,” Bilbo shushed him, tears filling his own eyes as he felt the blood seeping onto his fingers.

“I wish to part from you in friendship,”

“No no no, you aren’t going anywhere Thorin–” Bilbo sucked in a hiccuping breath, “You are going to live!” Bilbo asserted, his tone seeming like he was trying to convince himself rather than convince Thorin.

“Bilbo!” You shouted out, running up to the two, eyes widening at Thorin’s state.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here, Thorin see? You’ll be alright, we’ll get you all fixed up.”

“(Y-Y/N)…” Thorin rasped, his eyes softening upon looking at you.

“Don’t talk Thorin, save your energy,” You muttered at him, dropping to his side and searching through your bag.

“I have to have some of my shifting stones in here, come on…” Your hands fumbled with urgency, the pounding of your heart now banging against your eardrums as you nervously fumbled through your bag.

“(Y/N), I take back all my words and my deeds at the gate… You did what a true One would do, forgive me… I was too blind to see it…” Thorin’s eyes filled with tears as he realized the inevitable fate he got himself into because of his greed.

“I am so sorry…” He breathed out, his chest rising up and down rapidly as he tried to control his breathing.

“I am so sorry to have led both of you into such peril…” A lone tear slipped down Thorin’s cheek. His last memory with you was him damning your name, telling you he wished you were never a part of the company, not holding you and telling you how much he loved you.

Closing your eyes, you pulled your hand out with no shifting stone to be found, one tear slipping from each eye as you looked over to Thorin,

“No, we’re glad to have shared your perils,” You smiled sadly, your hand gripping his, as you prepared yourself to do what you believed was best.

“What’re you doing?” Thorin sniffled, seeing your hands begin to light up as they grabbed hold of his one hand. “No, (Y/n), don’t you dare,” Thorin begged, feeling the pain lift from his chest.

A pained cry left you as you lurched forward, burying your face in his chest. It was already too late.

“No!” Thorin yelled at you, “Stop it, give it back, (Y/n)!” He shouted, hot tears scalding his cheeks as they fell from his eyes, your cries of pain leaving him helpless as you gripped his hand tightly.

“What’s happening?!” Bilbo demanded, not understanding what was going on.

Your cry choked off with a shuddering sigh, looking up to the sky with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I took it away…” You mumbled, blood beginning to bloom on your chest where Thorin was impaled. Your breathing began to grow labored as your eyes glazed over slightly. Losing your ability to hold yourself upright, you laid on Thorin’s chest, your eyes slipping shut as you cried silently.

“What does she mean?!”

“She took my wounds, so I would live…” Thorin choked out, holding you tightly to his chest, sobs wracking his frame as the Company gathered around.

“Thorin…” You began, your voice nothing more than a pathetic whisper, “Be the king we always knew you could be…” You finished, looking up at him one last time, before your eyes fully glazed over, the light draining out of them like clouds filling the sky and hiding the sun, your chest giving one last labored breath before it was no more.

Bilbo moved your bag to hold your hand one last time when suddenly the contents spilled out. At the very bottom was a shifting stone, the one you began looking for only minutes ago.

Bilbo held it up with a pained cry, realizing your death was for nothing. It could’ve been prevented, you could have lived. 

You could have been a mother, you could have been Queen of Erebor. 

But as the cries of the Company caught his ears, Bilbo’s heart broke bit by bit as he realized all you could have been. 

And all that you never would be.

Fin.

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Warnings: Slightly suggestive

“She is going to get herself killed,” whispering Bilbo motioned towards you, “He is going to kill her!” It had been explained to Bilbo in great detail how to act around Dwarves. There were just some things one should and shouldn’t do. No touching of the hair, no touching another’s food, no touching their coats and absolutely NO touching of another dwarf’s weapons. This of course did not apply to family and/or lovers.

“What on earth are you talking about lad?” Confusion swept through those present, they didn’t understand why Bilbo thought Thorin would harm you. The idea of Thorin hurting a hair on your head was just preposterous.

This was requested by our lovely @thorins-magnificent-ass  

Drabble challenge request #40. “The kids, they ambushed me.” #52. “There’s a herd of them!” #61. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.” With Thorin and his rambunctious hoard of children, please.

Hope you like it!

Warnings: Thorin´s overly energized kids

Pairing: Thorin x wife!reader

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Word count: 719

Gloin and Bifur stared at their king before them on one of the corridors that lead into the bathing area on the royal floor stunned expression on their faces not sure how to react to this unexpected sight in front of their eyes. Thorin was wet all over, looking quite miserable and few brown feathers were sticking out of his hair. Not very kingly spectacle if they had to say something about it. Gloin coughed awkwardly trying to keep his face straight. ”What happened your majesty?” he asked.

Thorin sighed irritated and glanced first Bifur before turns his gaze back to Gloin answering. ”The kids, they ambushed me.” nearly growling he started walking toward his royal chambers hoping that his two youngest children would be fast asleep still, not waken by their four older siblings who were rather lively and gave Thorin some more grey hair by their wild personality. Thorin loved his children equally, he really did but just sometimes it was little too much to handle especially if you, his queen, the mother of his children was away and left the kids to his care. Gloin and Bifur walked little behind him looking around in case those mentioned little rascals would be stalking them too. ”All of them or..just couple of them?” Bifur asks in khuzdul and Thorin looks over his shoulder huffing not really in the mood for answering but Gloin´s chuckle does the trick. ”There´s a herd of them.” And that is all he is able to say as he opens his chamber´s door and steps in Bifur and Gloin right behind him.  

Next thing he knows is that he´s under an attack by all his children and there´s nothing he can do before he falls to the floor on his back while all six excited, too much energy having kids jumps on him yelling their battle cry. They start to hit their father with their wooden swords that Kili had made for them a couple of months ago and now Thorin really was regretting to allow that to happen. ”Die you filthy org!” one of them cries enthusiastically while two of them grabbed his legs in order to stop his movements. Grunting Thorin lifts his arms to protect his face cursing in his mind that never again he will allow his children to eat cherry pie for breakfast, things that sugar does to his kids is unbelievable. Bifur and Gloin make their retreat before they will be caught in the crossfire leaving their king to defend himself.

”What in Mahal´s name is going on here?” your voice suddenly booms from the doorway and everything comes to a halt. All six children turn their attention to you, their mother, while Thorin is still on the floor lifting his gaze to you sighing in relief. Your e/c eyes gazed each one of your children with an intense look in your eyes and for a moment everything was quiet and peaceful. ”Thorin?” you lowered your gaze to your husband´s face little amusingly while he stared at you little vexed. None of the children hadn´t get up, still sitting on him Thorin was feeling quite uncomfortable. ”Welcome back. Now fucking help me.” he snapped at you causing his children to turn their gaze to him.

”Daddy! That´s not the way you talk to mommy!” youngest one cried and smacked Thorin onto the chest with her little hand earning you to smirk. She was only four years old but what an attitude she already got. ”Say you´re sorry daddy,” oldest one, your seven-year-old son scolded making a serious face. Oh this was getting hilarious, your own children lectured the king under the mountain like he was just an ordinary dwarf…well, to them Thorin was their father first, then a king and they respected him greatly but what came to you and how people talk to you if it was something rude, they would let them know, that´s not tolerated. They were your little guardian angels and Thorin´s little devils in disguise like he occasionally described them. You couldn´t hold it in anymore and burst into laughter falling to the floor holding your stomach. The kids and Thorin joined in your laughter after a little while and whole royal wing soon echoed with your family´s joyful moment making any passerby smile contently.

Imagine Thorin cuddling a kitten.

Thorin: * takes off his shirt to chop fire wood* You: *stops midstep to gawk at him* Thorin: hehe I still got it. Dwalin: yeah yeah, get back te chopping, wood bitch.

Imagine: Thorin calling you armalime and lying to you about what it means, you eventually find out the true meaning of the word from Fili and Kili.

Not requested.

A/N: I thought I’d take a minute and write an imagine for myself since I haven’t done that in AGES lol.

You had been walking for hours when Thorin finally announced that it was time to set up camp, you let out a breath of relief, finally. You had joined the company shortly after they had begun their quest to take back Erebor. You were a human so the dwarves -particularly their leader- were reluctant to let you join, but upon seeing how well you could fight, they decided you’d be an asset.

You had just begun to settle down when you heard loud footsteps coming your way. All of you were instantly on your feet, weapons ready. A group of goblins came forward, carrying weapons of their own, you could tell that they came with the intent of robbing you.  

They came at you and you charged back with full force. You killed two of them without earning a single scratch, the rest of the company was proving to be just as successful. The remaining goblins shortly learned that they were no match for you and they fled.

Thorin order for camp to be moved to a safer location. 20 minutes later you had set up a bit deeper into the forest. Everyone instantly went back to their tasks, and you settled down by the fire, already having finished the job you were assigned. You were lost in thoughts when you felt someone drop down next to you. You looked up to seeing Thorin, you instantly looked away, pretending that the proximity between you and the King wasn’t bothering you. When you had first joined The Company, you thought Thorin was a bit stuck-up and you tended to stay away from him, but as the months went on you found yourself drawn towards him. Slowly but surely, you had begun to fall for him, but you refused to admit it.

After sitting in silence for a moment, Thorin finally spoke up, “You fought well today Amralime.”

You look up at him with a confused smile, “Thank you, but what does that mean?”  

He opened his mouth but quickly shut it again, and for a moment, you thought you saw blush rising up behind his beard, but you brushed it off, Thorin Oakenshield would never blush, “What does what mean?”

“That word…am…amra-amralime.”

“Oh, forgive me lady Y/N,” He said shaking him head, you had given up on telling him that he could just call you Y/N -you were no lady after all- he just refused to listen, “Sometimes I forget you don’t speak Khuzdul. It’s just a word we use to describe good warriors like yourself.”

“Oh…” You nod, a bit disappointed that it didn’t mean anything more special. Stop it Y/N, you’re just a human, he’s a king, you’d never be special to him.

As the days went on, you began having more and more interactions with Thorin, he’d always call you by that name and you had grown quite accustom to it, you loved the way it rolled off his tongue. One thing you noticed however was that he would never use it in front of the other dwarves, this made you wonder, was he actually telling the truth when he told you what it meant. But why would he lie to me about something like that…?

You were walking at the back of the rest of the group, alongside Fili and Kili. You were completely lost in your own thought until you heard one of the brothers say the word ‘amralime’, “What’re you boys talking about?”

“The lass Fili fancies,” Kili smirks, earning a glare from his older brother.

You laugh, “I’m sure she’s wonderful. Is she a good fighter?”

“Not particularly,” Fili responds, “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” You shake your head. Why would they be using that word if she isn’t even a good fighter, “Say, what does that word you used earlier mean?”

“Which word Miss Y/N?”

“Amralime.”

Kili chuckles, “Oh, it means ‘love of mine’ or ‘my love’.”

“Really?!” You feel your face heat up, “I-I just thought it meant something else…”

The boys shrug at your confusion and go back to their conversation.

For the rest of the day you kept picking up on little things you had never thought anything of before, like the way Thorin watched you when you weren’t looking and the way he’d quickly turn away every time you noticed. Maybe he does like me, but why? Why would Thorin, the King under the Mountain, like a simple human girl like me?

Night fell and you were sitting by the dying fire, the other dwarves had fallen asleep but you just could stop thinking of what you had discovered this morning.

“You cannot sleep either?” The baritone voice sends shudders down your spine. Thorin sits down next to you and your heartbeat picks up even more than usual, “You look nervous, what’s wrong amralime?”

Your heart fluttered, you definitely didn’t hear the word wrong, it was definitely the same word Fili and Kili were talking about. How could this be? But what if the brothers had heard their uncle calling you by that name, what if they were only messing with you, “Y/N? Are you alright?”

“I-I…what does amralime mean Thorin?”

You can visibly see him put his guard back up, “I already told you, it means war-”

“Forgive me for interrupting my King, but what does it really mean?”

“Y/N, why are you asking this?”

“I had a chat with Fili and Kili…” You trail off, knowing he’d understand what you were talking about.

“I suppose you know what it really means,” You nod, and he shuts his eyes and turns away, “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

“Do you really feel that way about me?” He nods, “Why? I’m just a common, human girl.”

“You are so much more than that Y/N. You are braver, stronger, smarter, and so much more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever met,” He says genuinely, making your heart melt.

“Thank you,” You whisper. He gently places his hand against your cheek and searches your eyes trying to find out whether or not you feel the same way. You take in his beautiful features, illuminated by the dim fire in front of you, without thinking, you lean in and softly press your lips against his. He pauses for a split second before kissing back, your heart stops and you can’t believe this is actually happening. He finally pulls away and you can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…”

“Don’t be sorry. Y/N? Do you know the significance of hair in Dwarven culture?” He asks. You nod shyly, knowing that the touching of hair was considered a very intimate act. He pauses for a moment before continuing, “May I braid your hair amralime?”

You blush, did he just ask me to court him?! Oh my God…you finally manage to give him a small smile, “You may.”

He sits you in front of him and gently begins to braid your hair, singing softly as he does so. He finally closes the braids off with some of his beads. You turn to face him and he hums in approval. He places a kiss on your forehead, “My Queen.”

End.

Distancing yourself from the company one night and Thorin goes looking for you and he stumbles upon you singing ‘Cranes in the Sky’ by Solange, not knowing you were just singing a song you loved, he takes it seriously and is far more tender and kind to you from then on…

You: is your uncle married?

Fili: no, like anyone would want to marry uncle Thorin, and with his looks who would even want to kiss him.

Kili: and he’s so old it’d be gross.

Thorin: * over hears the conversation* *mopes and looks like a kicked puppy.*

You: I think Thorin’s actually rather handsome. *tilts his head up and starts kissing him on the lips to prove a point*

Thorin: *kisses you back and gestures for his nephews to go away.*

Summary: After reaching the Lonely Mountain, Thorin’s fiance, along with the company, grow worried about their leader. When they discover that he has contracted the Dragon Sickness, she tries to help him, only to be pushed away.

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

“My love, is it truly you?” Thorin asked, his eyes still widened from disbelief.

Thorin: lass you’re 1/10th my age! You deserve someone young, like one of my nephews. You: no, that would just be cruel to all parties involved. What’s left of my life span is more similar to what’s remaining of your’s than theirs’. Thorin: I’m not sure I understand. You: the average life span of a human is 79 years old. I’d be dead before they even reach their midlife crisis. Plus I don’t want them, I want you and even if I had a thousand years left I’d still pick you… I want you, Thorin, more than you can even imagine. Don’t you feel the same? Thorin: yes, I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. You: then take me damn it!