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Not Your Daughter
Here we are, finally getting my ass back to writing things! This was a request from darling @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth
Request: A thorin x reader where after the mountains reclaimed, readers parents who only want money come to visit. Like they manipulated her whole life and after being with the company she knows what real love is and she stands up to them like, “You’re our daughter.” “You have no daughter.” It can be a thorin pairing or thorin is her figurative father figure and adopts her after. You can do whatever, I’m not picky about it.
Author´s note: Bear with me, this is two part long story, as I wanted to write the backstory of how the reader ended up with Thorin and how their relationship formed during the journey.
Warning: mention of child abuse, poor parenting
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Part 1
It had been five years since Thorin Oakenshield and his company reclaimed Erebor from the dragon and defeated Azog and his army with the help of Men and Elves.
Gazing down from the balcony in your chambers you let your mind travel back in time when you first met Thorin and his company. Now that you thought about it, you were the luckiest one in all Arda and you couldn´t stop a smile creeping into your face.
You were part of Thorin´s company ever since they found you wandering near the Shire nothing but torn clothes on. They were shocked while staring at your small shaking figure in the mud, one by one getting angry after you told them you escaped from your home because your parents got physical with you after they thought you didn´t work hard enough to bring money into the household.
None of the dwarves could fathom how parents could treat their daughter in such a way, your age couldn´t be much over eight which made them even angrier.
When you told them you then had gotten lost after hours of trying to find your way back home when it was getting dark, it was surprisingly Thorin who claimed you would be travelling with them as he felt obligated to find for you a better home. That sentence had made every warrior in his company turn their heads and look at Thorin like he had grown two heads on his shoulder.
Why? He didn´t know the reason why he should feel obligated toward a human child, you weren´t his responsibility but something about your teary eyes and light quiver of your lower lip resolved him to make up his mind before he could stop himself.
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Oh my, thank you!! I love this so much! Can't wait for more. Great job! :D ❤🥰😭💖
Not Your Daughter
Here we are, finally getting my ass back to writing things! This was a request from darling @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth
Request: A thorin x reader where after the mountains reclaimed, readers parents who only want money come to visit. Like they manipulated her whole life and after being with the company she knows what real love is and she stands up to them like, “You’re our daughter.” “You have no daughter.” It can be a thorin pairing or thorin is her figurative father figure and adopts her after. You can do whatever, I’m not picky about it.
Author´s note: Bear with me, this is two part long story, as I wanted to write the backstory of how the reader ended up with Thorin and how their relationship formed during the journey.
Warning: mention of child abuse, poor parenting
Masterlist
Part 1
It had been five years since Thorin Oakenshield and his company reclaimed Erebor from the dragon and defeated Azog and his army with the help of Men and Elves.
Gazing down from the balcony in your chambers you let your mind travel back in time when you first met Thorin and his company. Now that you thought about it, you were the luckiest one in all Arda and you couldn´t stop a smile creeping into your face.
You were part of Thorin´s company ever since they found you wandering near the Shire nothing but torn clothes on. They were shocked while staring at your small shaking figure in the mud, one by one getting angry after you told them you escaped from your home because your parents got physical with you after they thought you didn´t work hard enough to bring money into the household.
None of the dwarves could fathom how parents could treat their daughter in such a way, your age couldn´t be much over eight which made them even angrier.
When you told them you then had gotten lost after hours of trying to find your way back home when it was getting dark, it was surprisingly Thorin who claimed you would be travelling with them as he felt obligated to find for you a better home. That sentence had made every warrior in his company turn their heads and look at Thorin like he had grown two heads on his shoulder.
Why? He didn´t know the reason why he should feel obligated toward a human child, you weren´t his responsibility but something about your teary eyes and light quiver of your lower lip resolved him to make up his mind before he could stop himself.
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Ok, Thorin, ya makin' me swoon again...
True Courage.
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Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Sexual harassment, fluff, mutual pining
Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "Thorin takes a stand for you when a lecherous man won't take no for an answer and keeps bothering you." Requested by @sweetestgbye (Love you, hun!!)
This fic touches on a bit of a nerve, as something similar happened to me a few weeks ago when travelling home; so why not put my experience to a good use and make a fic out of it? However, I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.
Your stomach lurched and you recoiled as the man took your hand in his. "You are very beautiful," he grinned, staring at you.
It had started off with you being polite, listening to the man talk about his life, and eventually his wife. Then he started nudging closer, his body almost right upon you. You had looked around for any sign of someone who may help you escape. But all the residents of Lake-town were too busy in their own conversations or inebriated. The Company seemed to have disappeared and you could not see anyone you recognised in the sea of heads swarming around you in the Master's main hall.
The man kept trying to catch your gaze as you averted it elsewhere, completely sickened by him. His continued chattering away, but your mind was ablaze, contemplating an escape. The feeling of his hand on you made you feel dirty, defiled.
Across the room and Thorin had a clear view of you. A man who looked easily old enough to be your father was sat beside you, his hand resting on your thigh. Thorin grit his teeth and moved through the crowd toward you, having to shove a few bodies away.
"How about a kiss?" the man asked you, his breath almost upon you.
You shoved his hand away and shifted further out of your seat.
"How dare you!" an angry voice came. "You will leave her, unless you wish to be spitting your teeth out upon the floor."
"Thorin?" you whispered, looking up. His face was livid and fierce. You had never seen Thorin so fired up; his eyes were dark and his teeth were bared.
In your embarrassment, you got up and dashed from the scene. Tears were welling in your eyes as you raced out into the cold air outside. Your whole body was shaking, and sobs suddenly overcame you, uncontrollable. It may have been almost winter with a flurry of snow on the air, but you still felt as though your whole body was on fire. Anxiety and adrenaline raged through your veins. The fight or flight response had been activated, only a little too late. It would have aided you better when you were sat with the hideous man.
"Are you alright?" a voice came from behind.
Jumping, you turned around to see Thorin behind you. Instantly you threw yourself at him, finally feeling safe. "I'm sorry," you sobbed on him.
"Shhh," he cooed into ear, brushing his fingers through your hair. "You are safe." Thorin's heart thundered in his chest, both at the feel of you in his arms, but also at the feeling of you shaking. His chest was full of both love and anger, intense and all consuming. How dare someone touch you against your will. How dare someone reduce you to a sobbing mess like this!
You looked up at Thorin, his arms still around you. You were safe here against him. Looking at his face, his expression soft but also full of concern, began to wash away the edge of your fear. It re-formed your crumbled composure, mending the pieces of a broken confidence.
Thorin cupped your cheek and his thumb dried the tears which were glistening on your reddened skin. "No one will harm you, I promise."
Ever since first meeting Thorin six months previously, at the beginning of the quest to re-take Erebor, and you trusted him. There was something in his eyes; a steadfast resolve and a deep-seated sense of honour.
Thorin couldn't take his eyes from your gaze. Having your skin against his made his breath hitch. You were beautiful, and since the moment he met you, he felt as if you were a special, one of a kind flower which he didn't dare touch. He hadn't dared touch out of a fear of offending you. But now that need to be in contact with you was too much. Cradling you had made his heart swell.
Feeling Thorin's touch was something you had imagined far too many times, and now that it was a reality, it was a softer touch than any fantasy had ever allowed you to experience. However, the more he gazed at you, shame entered your heart. "I'm sorry that I'm not brave like you."
"No..." Thorin began.
Your head turned to the side, twisting from his touch.
"No..." he whispered again, sadly. "Never say that."
Tears welled again. "I'm a coward. I froze. I'm ashamed."
"Never be ashamed," Thorin told you, his voice somehow deeper. "Do you understand me? You have nothing to be ashamed of. Absolutely nothing!" Anger dripped from his tone. "He violated your intimate space. No one has the right to do that. No one. And freezing is natural."
"I've never seen you freeze."
"Do not compare yourself to me. My reactions are learned, after years of experience."
If there was one thing that Thorin had always been drawn to, and it was your innocence. In your innocence of being polite and kind, you had entertained the lecherous man for a short while. Thorin, on the other hand, was hardened off to a polite and kind demeanour. You were open to people, welcoming. Thorin was shut off. Now, who was the brave one?
"Bravery isn't only found in battles," Thorin told you, stepping back from you. "It's seen in allowing yourself to be vulnerable and opening your heart to others. You have a courage that I could only dream to have, dear one. I walk into battle, ready to face the pain of a sword in my flesh. But you are ready to face the pain of a broken heart through being vulnerable in someone else's sight. That is true courage."
"That's not courage. That's just being too trusting and being ridiculous," you hissed.
Thorin smiled and then took your hand, kissing it. "You dare to trust. You have no idea how courageous that is. I wish I had a heart such as yours."
A wave of anticipation washed over you and you sighed. "In that case, this is me being brave. You do not need to wish for a heart such as mine, as you already have it. You've always had my heart, Thorin."
Thorin exhaled loudly, smiling, and cupped your cheek again. Then took your lips in a kiss, his beard tickling you. The heat rose and your kiss deepened.
As your kiss ended, Thorin pressed his forehead to yours. "My love," he whispered. "My brave love."
***
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@fizzyxcustard youve done it again!!!! The feelings, the frustration, THE HEART!! All so beautifully spoken!!
One Night.
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Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, sexual references, angst, heartbreak, insecurity.
Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "You spend the night with Thorin, and then out of insecurity, you leave him." Requested by @lathalea. Timeframe of post-BOTFA requested by @sotwk
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Thorin was lay beside you, his breathing slow. You watched his chest rise and fall. His dark eyelashes fluttered and his eyes moved beneath their lids. He had fallen asleep not long after your final round of love making.
You sighed. He was so beautiful, and didn’t even know it.
The night had become full of tension, which had followed his coronation celebration. Of course you attended, being a close friend of the new king. For many months and you had travelled alongside him, helping and fighting for him to re-take the mountain kingdom of Erebor. Thorin had taken you aside, complimenting you on your attire for the celebration, his blue eyes alight for you. Your first kiss had been outside the main hall, in a cold, empty hallway. Everything else that had followed was back in his bed chamber. The two of you had snuck away, hand in hand, still stealing secret kisses along the hallways.
Never before had you ever been touched in such a way as how Thorin touched you. His hot skin sent intense vibrations through you. His gaze made your heart thunder, and pulsate in other parts of your body, acknowledging just how aroused you were. His voice made sighs slip off your tongue so effortlessly.
You kept your eyes on him as he slept, recollecting the beautiful memories of him opening his heart, soul and body to you. When he had first slipped inside you, he had been over you, his large hands holding your legs open. You had welcomed him so freely in those moments. However, in your second round of pleasure seeking, you had climbed on top of him. He was laid out beneath you, vulnerable, offering it all. Those hands had been clamped on your hips, guiding your movement as the two of you ascended higher towards that wonderful, earth shattering climax. The third and final time, Thorin had been behind you. His lips remained on your neck and shoulder, showing you that even when he could not see your face, he still adored you and admired your beauty.
This was all wrong. Thorin was the most amazing man you had ever met. And you were just mediocre. Nothing special or of substantial value. You looked upon his sleeping form, studying his slim lips which peeped from beneath his moustache. His beard was neatly trimmed, despite him now growing it longer after reclaiming Erebor. That was a promise he had made many years ago. Once the mountain was re-claimed and he would grow his beard back long, as was custom with the Longbeard Dwarves.
Slowly, and you slipped out of bed. There was an ache in your chest. You loved Thorin so much more than you could ever express, but you were not worthy of his hand. A royal Dwarf deserved someone of standing and position, not a commoner like yourself.
Tears fell down your cheeks, reminding you of the man you were originally pledged to many years ago. He had told you he loved you, showered you with gifts, but made it known through his behaviour that you meant very little to him. His actions did not speak louder than his words. And, of course, his attention then swept elsewhere. Thorin would no doubt do the same. Such a beautiful soul would never cherish you and mean it! If this man from your past could not love you, then surely Thorin couldn’t either.
But you had never been touched, kissed and made love to in such a way as that! Every movement made you quake beneath Thorin’s touch, and his whispers of adoration made you shiver. Maybe he just knew how to please women and had rehearsed the words many times.
You re-dressed and slipped out of the chamber, giving Thorin one last glance. The ache hit you hard once again and you placed your hand on your mouth, stifling the uncontrollable sobs.
The halls were quiet and dark, with only the faint light of torchlight guiding your way. And by the time you made it back to your room, you grabbed a quill, ink and parchment. Your hand shook as you tried to write, which meant that your normally laced handwriting became more squiggled. A tear fell onto the parchment, splashing, and caused a swirl of black ink to form under your signature.
***
Thorin woke, his eyes adjusting to the dark room. He looked up at the ceiling of the room and sighed, recollecting the evening before. And as soon as he saw your face in his mind’s eye, he turned to see you had disappeared. He called your name into the gloom.
A dread hit him and his stomach twisted into a hard knot. Something was wrong.
Why would you disappear like this? Even though you could have just slipped back to your own bed chamber, Thorin felt something in the depth of his very being that told him that he would not find you there.
Thorin pulled on a robe, tying it at his waist, and made his way to your room, his mind full of questions. He didn’t even knock as he got to your door and let himself in, finding the room empty. A lump swelled in his throat. He approached your desk. A candle had been lit, and there under the flickering light, was a piece of parchment.
My dearest Thorin,
I cannot remain here. I do not belong. I will never be enough for you, my love. Go and find happiness. May Mahal bless you.
The letter was simple.
Thorin crumpled the letter in his hands, feeling a whole array of emotion wash over him. Terror and frustration seemed to form the knot in his stomach, which was now gaining momentum. Only the night before and Thorin had been on the verge of offering everything to you, a life together. That was all Thorin wanted. You, in every way. He thought that you had been willing to give yourself to him. You had even told him you loved him, shivered at his touch, become undone beneath him. The two of you had panted, sweat, groaned against each other. How could he just let all of that go?
He would not let you go.
He could not.
***
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A Stormy Blessing: Thorin x f!reader
Content & Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, picnic gone wrong, sex in a cave, unprotected PiV (it’s fantasy, wrap it up), creampie, established relationship, a little dirty talk, a little praise, caught in the act (but have no idea), a little humor right at the end
Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+
Word Count: 1.6k
You and Thorin find time to finally have alone time. Planning for nice weather and a picnic, all that changes when a storm blows in. Taking refuge in a nearby cave, you and Thorin make the most out of the situation.
Hair color, skin color, eye color, height, weight, and body type are left ambiguous. It is written in 2nd person, so "you".
Requested by @protosslady
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The rain is an unwelcome surprise.
You were supposed to spend the afternoon with your husband, away from all the duties and responsibilities that come with ruling. Erebor is in the process of reconstruction after Smaug’s occupation. Thorin’s plate is overflowing. Everyone needs him for something. He is stretched thin. Oftentimes, you only see Thorin at dinner, but you can’t even depend on that. It’s straining your relationship and all you wanted was a nice picnic with warm sunny weather.
Instead, you got a storm. A storm that blew in quickly and ruined the lovely day you had planned. You and Thorin had to make a run for it.
You’re soaked through. Shivering. The cave provides shelter from the torrential rainfall. A streak of lightening ripples across the sky. The resounding boom of thunder trails right behind it. The sky only darkens further.
“I can start a small fire,” offers Thorin, collecting some branches scattered about the entrance to the cave.
Gathering the hem of your dress, you twist it out between your hands. Water rushes to the ground, creating a mini lake in the rock. Thorin starts on the fire, while you pull the blankets out of one of the baskets. Completely dry.
“Thank the stars,” you sigh.
Removing the smaller one, you unfold it and lay it out next to the fire. You place the basket containing the food in the middle. The larger blanket goes around your shoulders, bringing with it sudden warmth as Thorin coaxes the small spart into a steady blaze.
You take a seat, opening the blanket in invitation when Thorin joins you. He snuggles close, until you’re nearly in his lap. Even soaked through Thorin is still a heater. His warmth chases away some of the chill.
Opening the picnic basket, you remove the sandwiches, handing one to Thorin as you remove one for yourself. Thorin unwraps it, brings it his face, and inhales deep.
“You used the hot mustard,” sighs Thorin before taking a massive bite.
By the time you unwrap yours, Thorin has already inhaled the first one and quickly reaches for another. He takes his time with the second sandwich and the two of you chat about the lives of others, steering far from your own lives.
It’s a quiet, comforting moment. Enjoying a meal together and simply relaxing seems like a luxury. It’s more than you’ve had in weeks. While the warm, sunny day is gone, you’re still with Thorin. You’re together. Actually together instead of sharing glances across the throne room, or passing each other by in the hall, running off to another meeting or appointment.
After the sandwiches come grapes and apples with a small selection of cheeses. Then it’s buttery pastries with sweet jam. Thorin sucks a bit of jam off his thumb and begins to pack up. You glance out at the rain. It’s still coming down at a steady speed.
“Looks like we’ll still be here for a bit.”
“Perfect. Then I can truly have you alone.”
When you turn to answer, Thorin is incredibly close. Closer than before. And his eyes, always the color of a freshwater stream, are darker. Deeper. As if the pupils have melted a little and darkened the blue in his eyes.
The tips of his fingers trace up your arm. It makes you shiver with the anticipation of that touch, the intimacy behind it, the promise it makes. Those fingers find the curve of your shoulder, dance up your neck, and finally find a home against your cheek. Thorin cradles your face in his hand, and you don’t care that you can feel the callouses. They’re a reminder of everything.
He leans in slowly, brushes his lips softly against yours with gentle tenderness. Delicate, like a feather against skin, ones that tease and evolve into something more passionate. Ones with tongue. Ones that fuel a fire in your belly.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, Thorin drags you into his lap. You go eagerly, wanting nothing more than to be close to your husband. His hands run over your back, hips, and then down to your ass where he squeezes, rolling his hips against you, telling of his intent.
You lock your legs around him and drape your arms around his neck. His beard scratches against your skin and even though it scratches, it’s comforting, and reminds you how real he is. That he is here in your arms and not off somewhere else.
Thorin runs his hands over you again pressing his erection into your sex with each upward roll of his hips.
“I want my wife.” He growls into your mouth. “Does she want me too?”
“She does,” you say, nipping at his bottom lip.
Thorin slides a hand between your bodies and disappears beneath the hem of your dress. It glides over your thigh and dips into your heat, fingers parting your folds to seek the warmth there.
Thorin moans low in his throat when he feels how wet you are for him.
“I’ve been aching for you.”
His words ignite the fire in your loins. How long has it been? How long since you’ve heard Thorin’s voice drenched with desire, with his need and want for you?
Thorin growls again, one finger pressing against your entrance. The slight intrusion is welcome, and you roll your hips into it, pushing yourself onto his finger until it’s inserted to the knuckle. His other hand goes to his pants.
When Thorin struggles, you take over greedily, quickly undoing enough that his erect cock springs free. It’s hot in your hand. Nearly scorching. A pearly bead blooms on the head.
“I’m going to remove my finger and then I want you to sit on my cock. I want you to ride me. Claim your king.”
Thorin removes his finger with deliberate slowness. You glimpse your slickness on his finger before it disappears beneath the blanket as Thorin grips your hips and helps you guide them upward enough that he’s perfectly aligned with your entrance.
The tip presses into your sex. There is a brief, solidary pause, and then you begin to sink, sucking more and more of him down as your cunt swallows his length. Thorin moans and your fingers dig into the fabric of his tunic, pressing half-moons into the skin underneath.
He’s stretching you. Filling you. It’s an intrusion but it’s welcome. You forgot just how big he is, how good he feels inside you. When he’s buried to the hilt, you pause, breathing heavy. Shifting even a little makes your body buzz with the thickness of him.
He presses a kiss to your throat and then gently bites the skin.
“Ride. Me.”
You do a little test first, rocking your hips a bit. You both moan in pleasure.
“Take what you need from me,” Thorin murmurs against your throat.
You do, starting with a steady, rolling rhythm that has you sliding up and down his cock deliciously. It hits all the right spots and you’re able to take control. He doesn’t push. Doesn’t shove you back down. Simply being with you is enough for him.
He runs his tongue along your bottom lip at the same moment you roll back down his length, adding a little more momentum.
“Perfect. So perfect.”
His hand slides between your bodies again, this time to seek your clit. He circles it with a finger, using your wetness against it. Your cunt shudders and squeezes with the sharp intensity of that touch. You’re needy for him. The tension is coiled tight, and it’s been waiting all this time for him.
Thorin grinds his hips upward as your movements faulter. As the pleasure shakes and startles your body so suddenly that your brain needs a moment to catch up.
“You were made for me.”
He swirls his finger against your clit again, and again, until the building buzz bursts through your brain like waves breaking against rocks. As you come undone, Thorin takes control, thrusting up into you, his finger still skillfully rubbing you into euphoric need.
It only takes a few more before Thorin is releasing too, bathing your womb with himself. You’re collapsing into each other, clinging and happy even though the storm rages outside.
Thorin gives you nothing but tender kisses. “We might be here longer yet.”
You smile deviously. “I guess we’ll have to make the most of it.”
“This is it!”
“Mushrooms!”
Fili and Kili left right before the storm broke, going to their secret cave the two of them had discovered weeks ago. Roasted mushrooms, ones crisped in bacon fat and eaten with charred tomatoes, are a favorite.
The mushrooms only grow in the darkest reaches of the cave. It isn’t far inside, nor is the cave a massive network of tunnels. It’s a simple in and out.
But when they plucked what they could, stuffed their pockets full with an eagerness to return home, they found their way blocked.
It’s not a rockslide or a cave in.
It’s their uncle, and his wife, clearly lost in passion while a storm raged outside.
They sit on the cold floor with their backs to a massive rock. Fili has his hands over his ears while Kili has his head stuck between his legs, knees pressed to his ears as they both desperately try to block out the noise.
“This is the worst,” mutters Kili.
“Worse for you, ya? Wasn’t she your friend? Had a little crush on her, didn’t you?” teases Fili.
“Please, brother, I beg you. Stop talking.”
Fili elbows Kili in the knee, which only breaks the seal he’s trying to create, allowing in the unwanted noise coming from the exact place they need to get to.
“I’m never going to let you forget this,” chuckles Fili.
Kili groans and deliberately thinks of nothing but mushrooms.
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MY EYES HAVE RECEIVED A GIFT!!!!
Oh my gosh, where to begin??? This lovely and intriguing use of magic? how it was -in reality- a DULLED version of his true feelings, even in love?? THEN the gift of fiery spice?! MUAH what a lovely story!!
Oh I just adore your depictions of Thorin-- loyal as always, a faithful lover of the reader's heart, and I am a sucker for happy endings ✨
So perfect!! Thank you for this treat and for the tag! ((It is super delayed, but much deserved; I'm trying to catch up on works during the long weekend!))
Under Your Spell
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Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, insecurity, a little angst (with a happy ending)
Word count: 1571
Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "You put a spell on Thorin to make him fall in love with you, but as the spell wears off, you find out that he has always loved you." Requested by @asgardianhobbit98
Written while listening to Journey's Greatest Hits.
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Thank you to everyone who supported me during my posting hiatus. I felt like it was needed to get back into a better mindset after I become incredibly overwhelmed by another one of my fics' reception.
The last twenty four hours had been beyond perfect. The spell which you had been keeping for the last few months, ready for the chance to use, had worked better than you could have imagined. Thorin had declared undying love to you as the sun set; the two of you having just shared dinner together with a large group. Then once on your own together, he had been so open in his affection toward you, blushing and smiling as the words tumbled out of his mouth.
“I love you more than anything,” he had told you, confident and bold. He had taken your hand, kissed it, then asked for you to join him on the royal balcony.
The two of you had sipped wine, while Thorin gazed at you over the top of the glass, unable to tear his gaze from you.
You shared tender kisses, hand holding, and Thorin had held you as you fell asleep. Then you woke in his arms, warm and content. He had been watching you, and as you woke from your slumber, he smiled at you and kissed your head.
All of that day and you had remained in Thorin’s presence, sharing meals, conversations, kisses.
“Would you join me again tonight on the balcony? It is forecast that we should have a clear night sky.”
“Of course,” you had replied. Only now, sadness began to seep from your words, unable to hide any further. The realisation that all of this would be over at sundown was growing heavy in your heart and gut. The spell would only last for one twenty four hour period, and could only ever be used on one person once in their life. After sundown, and Thorin would return to his former self, purely a friend to you and your King, nothing more than that.
It was almost sundown, and you excused yourself from Thorin’s chambers, telling him that you wished to quickly write a letter to a friend. He just smiled at you, his eyes so full of adoration, as you disappeared out of the door.
As you walked the corridors back to your bed chamber, you felt tears fall down your cheeks. The pain was so heavy and hot in your chest. Just to have Thorin adore you for twenty four hours had been perfect beyond any kind of comprehension. However, the fall back to reality was going to be excruciating. In time, another woman would have Thorin fall for them, and this time it would be of his own choice.
You lit your candles and sat down on the edge of your bed, staring at the vase of roses that Thorin had had brought to your chamber. They could now be disposed of as they would just serve as a reminder of your pathetic need to have Thorin love you.
All sense of time slipped away from you as you fell asleep on your bed, still fully dressed. Once you had lay out on your bed, you had not moved. Tears had flowed, pulling you into your subconscious world where you could be happy temporarily.
Dreams came and went, flickering pictures of far off lands that you had explored with the Company, months earlier, where you had fallen for their leader. Flashes of sunlight bouncing off swords and the calls of armies became a jumble in your mind.
Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting. The candles had gone out hours ago. There was a dull thump behind your eyes and you winced, blinking hard.
For a second, you felt as if you were still in a dream somewhere. You could feel something resting on your waist, curled around. Blinking again, you looked down and could make out a hand. On the middle finger was a ring.
You gasped and shifted away suddenly, almost dropping out of bed. “What?” you choked.
Thorin was lying on your bed, and was now rousing. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at the sight of you. “Come back to bed, my love,” he said sleepily. “It’s still early.”
“But…how?”
He just smiled again and sat up. “You think a spell could make me love you?”
“How did you know about it?”
“I’ve known about it quite some time now,” he replied. “I will not name any names, but I was made aware that you acquired the spell from someone in Lake-town, did you not?”
Shame hit you hard and you lowered your head, feeling the tears fall once again. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “And now you are playing along to mock me; the spell wore off at night fall yesterday.”
Thorin got up from the bed and followed the edge of it towards you. “Why would you think I’d ever mock you?” He stood before you, his head to once side in question and disbelief that you could ever think such a thing.
“I was stupid to ever think you could love me,” you hissed.
Anger flared in Thorin’s eyes and on impulse he grabbed your hip and threw you both into a kiss. It was hot, demanding, needing. So much unlike the day earlier. All you could do in your weakness was cling to him, your backside resting against your dresser. He was pressing into you harder now, his tongue desperate in your mouth.
Thorin drew back from you, his blue eyes ablaze. They were no longer soft like the day before, but they were on fire. That had always been the true Thorin, and as you had known him for the last six months: passionate, on fire. He pressed his forehead to you and then kissed it.
You closed your eyes as you felt his hand become buried in your hair. His other hand was still on your hip. There was a desperation in his actions. The day earlier and he had wanted to be in your company, to look upon you. Now, he needed to touch you.
The two of you kissed again, hard and needing. You could feel your inhibitions let go, and your hands became tangled up in his hair, your breath lost, your heart pounding.
He whispered your name, needing you.
Within minutes and the two of you were back on your bed, disrobed and exploring each other. Thorin’s lips caressed every inch of you, and when he was kissing down the inside of your thigh, he looked up at you. “Why did you ever think you needed a spell to capture my heart? It was always yours.”
The two of you joined, exhaling in relief at the pent up frustration. Thorin was over you, his one hand gripping yours. To feel him connected with you, feel him inside you, giving himself over to you by choice, that was the true magic.
Your bodies were synchronised, moving together in rhythm so well.
Each and every time Thorin’s gaze connected with yours, and you could see the love for you there. It burned. The spell you had cast had diluted his true love, and his gaze the day earlier had been as if he weren’t quite in the room with you. Now he was present for every second.
Every thrust was now making you build upward towards climax. The sensations feeling as if waves were cascading down your body, until the last one took hold. It came from the base of your stomach, and shattered outward. You shook, and as you rode out that one spectacular wave, Thorin kept his gaze locked on you.
The sensation of you gripping Thorin’s girth in your plateau pushed him over the edge, and he spilled. He dug his head against your neck, groaning at the wondrous pleasure that washed over him.
Both of you fell down beside each other, panting and sweating. Thorin reached for you, and you rolled over to him, and put your head on his chest. “Is that what true love feels like?” you gasped.
“No spell could ever replicate that,” Thorin said softly. “When you first placed the spell on me, it was as if I couldn’t control my words, and no longer could I keep my feelings for you secret. But the expression of my love for you, it…I cannot describe it. It was as if it was dulled, and when dusk came, the spell having ended, my heart and my body burned for you again, like it always had. The spell stopped me feeling that love in a true sense.”
“Why did you never tell me how you felt?” you asked, propping yourself up on your arm.
“I was terrified of rejection. The spell at least took away my cowardice.”
“You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known, and yet you couldn’t tell me you loved me?” you asked, not quite able to believe such a revelation. “You lead a kingdom, and armies, yet you couldn’t tell me three simple words.”
Thorin sighed. “You did not tell me either.”
“I had reason not to,” you scoffed. “You’re a king. Declaring your love to a king and expecting them to love you in return is just ridiculous.”
You saw that anger flare in Thorin’s eyes again, and his jaw clenched. “I am a king in name and by my birth right. But I am no different to you in heart. There is only one that I bow to, and that is my wife and Queen. And those positions will only ever be filled by one person…you.”
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Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader
Summary; You lived a normal life, in a world much like our own. But then you were suddenly thrust into Middle-Earth, a land much different from her own, with almost no recollection of you life before now.
Time passes, and you come to understand the need to find Thorin and his Company - before they leave for Erebor.
The only explanation as to why you're here - and who you are - lies with the Son’s of Durin, and their journey home.
This is a re-write of a old series! If you'd like to read the original, you can find it Here.
Masterlist || Ko-Fi
Warnings; Angst. Reluctant Allies to Lovers. The One Slow Burn to Rule Them All. Fighting and Canon-typical Violence. Injuries and Blood. Major Character death.
Reader is female-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human bodied. (We look down on Thorin, literally.) Can read as any ethnicity.
PLEASE REFER TO EACH INDIVIDUAL PART FOR RELEVANT / EXTENDED WARNINGS.
You can now read chapters on AO3, Here.
CHAPTER ONE - A Journey's Beginning
CHAPTER TWO - A Plan; Fit for a King
CHAPTER THREE - Here Answers Are Beheld
CHAPTER FOUR - When You Move, I'm Moved
CHAPTER FIVE - Mo Ghile Mear
CHAPTER SIX - A Warmth of Home
CHAPTER SEVEN - Visions, Relations
CHAPTER EIGHT - Blood or Water
CHAPTER NINE - Crossing Rivers, Crossing Lakes
CHAPTER TEN - (coming soon!)
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Thorin Oakenshield x Reader Pt. I
Thorin Oakenshield x Reader Pt. I
Concept: Middle Earth/Arda is only one realm among many. The reader is from Earthrealm and was hired to help Thorin's company by Gandalf's invitation. She's a fighter and a member of the Lin Kuei. This is a Mortal Kombat/Hobbit collaboration.
(This is not yet edited, please excuse any mistakes)
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The company had convinced Bard to sail you all to Dale--not without payment of course, which Balin now calculated and counted as everyone chipped in. You surrendered a portion of your currency, placing it on the table in front of Balin, then returned to your sight seeing at the edge of the boat. Your elbows and forearms were perched on the rails and you leaned slightly forward. It was late evening and thick fog rose from the black lakes on which you sailed, offering a covering over the boat. The peaceful atmosphere was a welcome change from the never ending action you were always faced with. In your own realm, you could never imagine such peace. Yes, Arda evidently had a good share of evil beings and bloody battles, but it also had the Shire and Rivendell--beautiful cities and villages untouched by war.
Your own realm had peaceful towns and gorgeous scenery as well, but you never had time to appreciate them. This entire journey with Thorin and his company was the longest you had ever been out in the world,--or a world, rather?--free. You had never experienced the warm sunrise so many days in a row, having lived your whole life in the cold mountains of Tibet. You had never truly witnessed what life was like in every day cities and towns. Places like the Shire... places like Rivendell especially!--these were too good to be true. All your life, you had only known fighting, wars, tournamets.
But what struck you the most was the fellowship you saw within the people in Arda. From the moment you met the Company in Bilbo's home, you found that the warmth of the Dwarves had touched you in a way you felt you had been longing for your entire life. Their two songs, though strange at first, bewildered you the more you thought of them. The company was joined together in joy and in loss, expressing their emotions so freely. You had not been raised to show your emotions. In fact, it was custom, from where you came, to express nothing--but anger, perhaps.
The way they cared for each other, tending to each other's wounds, sharing meals, comforting each other when forlorn and laughing together when merry was all but familiar to you. At first you found their openess overwhelming and frankly exhausting, but you came to appreciate it.
In secret, part of you wanted to be as open and free as they were with their thoughts and hearts. Now, as many members of the company had expressed their utmost admiration for your fighting skills and made effort to take care of you while camped out, you found yourself longing to be a part of them. To share in their joys and share in their sadness, to care for others as they did and be as close as they were. You did not know what it was like to put your trust and confidence in an individual. In your clan, relationships such as these were not allowed. You may rely on your brothers and sisters as a whole, as the Lin Kuei, but never in a personal manner.
You squeezed your fists shut, angry at yourself for having lost the control you once had over your mind and emotions. The longer you were around the Dwarves, the more the intensity of your emotions increased. They had, without knowing, made you more aware of the desires of your heart.
You glanced once again to the table where Balin counted the coins and noticed Kili looking at you. When you met his eyes, he smiled, channeling so much warmth and real, raw emotion to you. He was grateful for your action just a few hours ago, when you had jumped on him to save him from the arrow of an Orc; when you saved his life. It would have been a waste to let him die. The others seemed to love him much.
By your observations, you figured you were supposed to smile back, but you were suddenly overwhelmed with emotions you were incapable of understanding. You did not let yourself feel them, pushing them into a bottle as you had been raised to do. But now it felt as if the bottle was pouring over, unable to contain anything more. You tore your gaze from Kili and tried to distract yourself with the beauty of the lake once again, though unsuccessfully.
"Is something wrong? Were you injured during the attack?" You were surprised to hear Thorin speak casually to you. He had never done so previously. Out of the members of the company, he was the most normal to you. He only spoke when necessary and maintained a calm disposition--though he did let his anger and frustration flow freely. His hostility did not shock you. It was understandable and even quite close to home for you.
You spared him a glance then looked away again, shaking your head. "No, I am fine."
He was unconvinced. It was easy to see you were troubled about something with your clenched fists and rapid, shallow breathing, but he knew better than to intrude. Instead, he thanked you for saving Kili, explaining that he had made a promise to his sister, their mother, to protect them best he could.
At the mention of their family, you felt the increasingly familiar anxiety form in your stomach. Your heart felt as if it was being crushed within you, and a scoff escaped your lips as you couldn't help but raise a hand to your hair, frustrated.
Next to you, Thorin frowned, confused about your response. "What?" He asked, expectantly.
"I apologize." You shook your head and straightened your posture, trying to shed away your troubled mind. "I only..."
Thorin took his hands off the edge of the boat, replacing them with his elbows as he mirrored your previous stance, leaning over to see you better. "Only what?"
You struggled to find the words, remaining silent for a few moments until making the decision to do as they did: speak their minds with utter honesty. "I am jealous of your family." You refused to make eye contact, eyes still fixed on the obscurity of the fog.
Thorin was dumbfounded, taken completely off guard by such an opinion. A sound escaped him, something between a scoff and a chuckle. "My family? You know next to nothing of them." He spares a quick glance at Kili and Fili. "You've only met my nephews."
You shook your head, turning so that you could look at him, but not in the eyes. "But you have a family... and I can tell from what I've witnessed and have been told that you... care for each other." You scratched at the wood beneath your hands, trying to quell your nerves.
Thorin thought for a moment, bewildered until he realized what you had implied. He wanted to ask a question or maybe offer his condolences, but his words ran dry.
"Look! there it is! The mountain!"
You had gratefully turned your attention to where the dwarves were pointing, but Thorin's eyes darted between you and the mountain as he became torn between the desire to continue talking with you and to relish in the moment he had spent years dreaming of; returning home.
With the arrival on land came more obstacles to overcome. Thorin was focused on sneaking past the guards of Dale, and reaching the safety of Bard's home, but he did not miss the way you stared at Bard and his children when they interacted. There was a deep longing in your eyes, maybe even sadness. However, he put aside his curiosity.
It wasn't until after the company had been discovered and the Master of Laketown had promised his help that Thorin began thinking of what to say to you. While you and the company enjoyed the feast hosted by the Master, Thorin was quiet. As soon as the company began filling up with ale, they became more rowdy than usual, no doubt their spirits having been lifted by being so close to Erebor. Though you quite liked hearing their joy, laughter, and jokes, you were still overwhelmed. You sought peace and quiet elsewhere, excusing yourself from the table.
Through the window, you could see that it was late at night. There was even a slight hint that the moon was out and shining so beautifully. So without thinking, you left the house entirely and walked out into the empty streets. A cool breeze went by, colder because of the water surrounding the premises, but it had nothing on the cold you were used to in the moutains of Tibet
Just a few meters away was a dock, looking across the lake with a view of Erebor, you imagined. It was hard to tell with how dark the lake and everything beyond it was. You walked out onto the edge of the dock and sat down, leaning back onto your palms. You did not notice that Thorin was following not far behind you, as he had been waiting for a moment like this.
Just a few seconds later, heavy footsteps on the dock approached you. "It's only me," Thorin announced as you had been close to drawing your dagger. You said nothing, only watching him as he sat down next to you. "It's dangerous to be alone in town this late."
"It wouldn't be the first time I've had to defend myself. I am able to do so," you stated, relaxing once again.
"I shall never doubt your skill again. However, I insist that you stay close to the company. We're too close to reaching Erebor to lose a member of the company now." Thorin stared at your face and troubled expression, and while you were still silent, he continued. "I wanted to talk to you. About what you said on the boat." His voice was soft and hesitant. "What happened to your own family?"
He was met with only more silence as you tried to figure out whether you should be honest or wise. The Lin Kuei was very secretive, virtually unknown except by a select few. With courage, you turned your head and looked Thorin in the eyes.
He seemed sincere.
He was a very private person.
He was of good character.
"I will answer your questions, but whatever we discuss must be kept between us in complete confidence." You wanted to be like the dwarves, as open and close as they were. So even though you felt uneasy about revealing your secrets, you thought that perhaps it just took courage to be like them.
Thorin nodded once, slowly, to show that he agreed to your terms.
"I barely knew them," you said in a monotone voice, almost nonchalant. "I have a few faint memories, but that is all. I was taken at too young of an age to remember what my parents looked like. I know I had siblings, but I remember even less about them." You outstretched your legs and sighed.
"Taken?" Thorin asked for clarification. "What do you mean?
"In my clan, the Lin Kuei, children are often born into it, but sometimes they are stolen during childhood or even infancy. Then they are brought to the temple to become acrobats... assassins... fighters and warriors. That is what happened to me."
Thorin had nothing to say, unaware that such a place could even exist. It began to make sense, why you looked at Bard's family with longing and why you confessed to envying Thorin's family. "You are still a part of this... clan? They sound diabolical!" He whisper shouted.
You made no reaction and instead changed the subject. "But... that is why I wanted to help you and your company get back that mountain,"--you motioned to it with the jerk of your head. "Long before I was offered to help on this quest, I entertained the idea of looking for my family. I wanted to know what it was like to have a normal home." You looked into Thorin's eyes, sincerely. "So even though your definition of home is a place and mine is the people, I believe we want the same thing. I will help you get your home, so you may grant your kin normal lives, beginning with your nephews and Gloin's son."
Thorin wanted to thank you, or somehow show his appreciation, but first he needed to know, "Did you not attempt to look for your family?"
A new heaviness itself upon your chest, and you looked away from Thorin. "No," you shook your head, "another member of my clan had attempted to find his family once; he was like me. After a long time, he managed to track them down, but they were killed by a rival clan. Because of the bad blood between us, they may do something similar to mine should I attempt to find them. I don't want to risk my family's life, if they are indeed still alive and well. They don't deserve to lose anyone else."
"You have done much to help us on our quest. Once we have taken back Erebor, I should like to help you reunite with your family." As you looked at Thorin with a shocked expression, he realized it was indeed impulsive of him to promise you help, but you risked your life for his cause, and he endeavored to do the same for you some day.
You smiled for the first time in forever, it felt awkward, but you were touched by Thorin's offer. "Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to do with a normal life even if I had the opportunity to have one. After the life I've lived, I don't believe I'd integrate well into civilization." You stood to your feet, wanting the conversation to come to a conclusion. It had been nice to be open, but it was also exhausting.
Thorin quickly stood as well, facing you and taking a step forward. "The odds never seem to be in our favor. There is a dragon in that mountain at this very moment, the same one who burned my home and murdered and drove all my people away--thousands of people! Yet here we are, 15 of us headed to take it back. Are you not willing to fight for your home as you are helping me do now? Even for just the chance of getting it back?" He had such a passion in his eyes, you admired it. But his attempts to inspire you were in vain.
"And if I found my family... what will I do? Live amongst them?" You wore a bitter smirk. "There is no leaving the Lin Kuei. It is punishable by death." And with that, you began heading back to the rest of the company.
Thorins face softened at yet another piece of shocking information. He was not used to accepting defeat so easily. He would find a way to fight for your freedom.
More Incorrect Hobbit Quotes
Thorin: *enters Bilbo's home and sees (Y/n) among the rest of the company* "You shouldn't be here! I thought I told you, 'no'!"
(Y/n): "But your eyes said, 'yes'."
A Herbal Soup || Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader
Masterlist
Summary: the talent you possess in the kitchen gets complimented by Thorin during a stopover in Rivendell.
Warnings: none
Word count: 575
Author: Rouge
A/N: today’s prompt: Dinner Cooking
The journey to the Lonely Mountain was far from easy - you had to face trolls, orcs, spiders, and other foul creatures you never knew existed.
During the quest, you questioned your motives and the fact you agreed to help Gandalf - you were only a human and could add only the skill of wielding a sword; you even hacked heads of a few orcs.
The company was fortunate to have made it to Rivendell where you all could have rested upright for the first time since several days ago. On the night when Gandalf sought Elrond's assistance, you joined the Dwarves at their small campfire while Elrond was translating the Moon-letters on Thrór's Map.
“Have you seen Thorin?” You asked Kíli after taking place by his side.
He nodded while biting into food he held in his hand. "Yes. In fact, he went with Elrond and Gandalf."
Nodding, you immersed yourself in one of Balin's tales. After feeling a little hungry, and since the food the Dwarves had acquired a taste for was not something you longed for, you got up and went to ask the Elves for a cauldron and some herbs. The Elves agreed to let you use their kitchen after hearing your request; it was a blessing and you felt honored. You chopped carrots, celery, and some parsley and its leaves, and added a few potatoes, herbs, and spices to a pot over the fire. You smiled at yourself as you inhaled the herbal smell of the soup you were making.
A sudden question asked in a deep tone echoed from the walls of the kitchen, "What are you doing, Y/N?"
Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at Thorin as he entered the chamber. "I'm cooking soup. Would you like to try it?"
As Thorin got closer, he simply nodded.
A spoon was passed to him and you shifted aside so he could get closer to the pot.
He gathered some liquid on the spoon, then he blew at it a few times and slipped the spoon past his lips. Seconds later, he smiled, "It's really tasty, Y/N. I never thought soup without meat could taste so good. Perhaps I'd add something spicy to it."
"Can you peel a big onion and a few peppers for me?" You asked. "Is everything okay?"
Thorin nodded, doing what you've asked him to. “In some way, yes. Elrond read the Moon-letters, which said: ‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole’, so we are running out of time since Durin's Day is just around the corner,” Thorin said as he passed you the onion and started to chop the peppers.
Over the fire, you fried the onion until it turned golden, then added it to the soup, followed by the peppers. “I’m sure we’ll get to the right place on time, Thorin. Be of good cheer.”
Thorin only listened to you, his expression remained unchanged as he grabbed some peppercorns and threw them into the pot.
Thorin helped you clean the kitchen and threw away the peeling while remaining quiet.
As soon as the soup was ready, you let him try it.
Thorin looked at you after tasting the broth. "It's very tasty, and I take it as a huge compliment from a carnivore," he said. "Who would have thought humans are capable of cooking so well?"