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Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Another guest was unexpected when Thorin Oakenshield's company gathered in the tiny hobbit hole.

At least it wasn't expected by the dwarves and the hobbit.

Surely the cunning mage knew. He was crouched on one side of the table full of dwarves, where the king sat at the head corner. Bilbo was on the verge of losing his mind as he studied the contract when the atmosphere got heated again as the meeting continued. Taking a deep breath, Thorin got up from the table and paced around, his arms folded across his chest. Just then, he heard the sound coming from the door. When no one was there, he advanced and opened the door.

In front of him stood a tall figure dressed in black. Before he could open his mouth, the other person broke the silence as he lowered the cap of his cloak.

"Good evening, master dwarf. Gandalf invited me here for a meeting. I hope I'm not too late."

Thorin looked intently at the owner of the gentle voice. It was a human woman. Thorin finally managed to break in.

T: Your timing is not very good.

Just then, Gandalf's voice was heard from behind.

G: Oh dear friend! You finally made it, I was starting to think you disappeared!

As he approached the door, he made Thorin stand aside and let her in and closed the door. The woman looked at the mage with a slightly mischievous expression.

"I thought this was your job, my dear friend."

Gandalf laughed with delight. Meanwhile, when Thorin and the woman came face to face, she greeted him briefly.

"I am Y/N, a Dúnedain ranger of the North. I am at your service."

Thorin returned the salute.

T: Thorin Oakenshield.

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It had already been a few weeks since Y/N had set off with the company. They were trying to find a suitable place to camp now. At first Thorin and some of the dwarves from company were reluctant to accept him. Being a woman had a big part in this, of course, but she was also part of the uncanny rangers. Although these two elements caused great prejudices at first, they were broken over time. He had the opportunity to prove himself. Now the dwarves had acknowledged his existence. Bilbo had agreed from the very beginning. First of all the dwarves, Balin had shown him a kind of kindness, the most sensible of them. Then the princes Fili and Kili, Ori and Bofur followed him. Dori and Nori brought the sequel. In fact, Dwalin's ice had melted after a while, but his relations with Thorin were volatile. He was a mean and stern dwarf. He was stubborn and domineering, sometimes even rude and hurtful.

However, Y/N seemed to tolerate this side of him with his composure.

When a suitable place for the camp was found, everyone determined a certain corner and left their belongings. The fire was lit and the division of labor was done. By the time the food was eaten, most of the dwarves were already asleep. Kili and Fili were sitting on the bottom of a rock near the fire. Balin and Ori were chatting in a corner, while Thorin and Dwalin were sitting in the far corner of the others. Gandalf was sitting under a tree, smoking his pipe, watching the scenery. Bilbo was back on his pony again.

Y/N had gone to look around as part of his duty. When he turned, he came out of the darkness and proceeded to the place where the fire was. He knelt by the flames and reinforced the wood, along with some wood he had brought with him. At this moment, he was aware that two pairs of eyes were watching him, and he slowly got up and went to his corner. It was his first watch.

Dwalin nudged his distracted friend lightly and said, "You're doing it again, Thorin." she muttered softly so only he could hear. Thorin snapped out of his thoughts and refused. "No I don't."

He fidgeted restlessly, struggling not to meet his friend's eyes, but without success. Dwalin grunted. Thorin reluctantly agreed, showing his displeasure. "Yes I did."

Dwalin had known his friend for a long time, and it was the first time he had seen him like this. "You can't take your eyes off her. Thorin…it's clear this isn't about insecurity anymore. Whatever it is, this needs to be settled."

Thorin let out a shaky breath as he listened to his friend. Then the strong hand gripping his shoulder showed his support. "We have enough trouble. This is neither the time nor the place, Dwalin."

Dwalin added, "Then it's better for him to gnaw at you. Then you may not have the opportunity." Thorin thought he had said too much and immediately returned to his inner world. He sighed as his gaze wandering over the floor shifted back to the body sitting in the darkness.

As Y/N sat on the top of the rock watching the surroundings, feeling overwhelmed, he slowly turned his gaze to the right. Here again the same thing happened. He made eye contact with Thorin. This time, however, was different because Thorin wasn't the first to look away. This had been happening, especially lately, and Thorin was usually the first to look away. However, he did not cut off the contact. When their eyes were locked for a while, they exchanged a short smile at each other. Although there were arguments, mostly due to Thorin's stress, they also managed to have decent conversations a few times. Yet there were still crackles, and at times he even thought that Thorin hated him.

Y/N was the first to catch his gaze. He had to keep his mind off and go back to his vigil.

As the hours passed, the dwarves' snores began to echo more and more. It was literally a headache, even their sleep was chaotic. It was at such times that his longing for the peace of Imladris increased. He took a deep breath.

After a while, he turned in that direction when he heard footsteps near him. He was a little startled to see that it was Thorin approaching him, but he didn't show it.

"An hour until your shift. Looks like you're having trouble sleeping again." said the woman.

Thorin smiled and asked permission to sit down. When the confirmation came, he sat down. "You should have noticed by now."

The woman shook her head. "You're right, stress brings dark clouds over everyone. I can understand that."

Thorin was silent for a moment. In the midst of this silence, he cast some glances at the woman. He looked like he was going to say something, but the woman broke the silence.

"What reason do you have for hating me, Thorin?"

Thorin wasn't expecting this, as he looked up in surprise. Then he answered without delay, "Of course I don't hate you. Do you really think so?"

Her eyes fell on him. "You didn't give me any other choice. It's okay Thorin, that's not my problem. I'm going to say that I'm here on duty. You may not realize it, but I know what it's like to be homeless and tossed around. I accepted the offer as soon as I heard it because I wanted to help. I asked you to come back, with all my heart and I will keep my word."

As Thorin turned his full attention to the woman speaking, his expression began to soften his uncomfortable expression. There was even a slight smile. His eyes didn't lie, though he had proven himself to the company all this time and helped them many times over.

"Erebor will be restored to its former glory. The dwarves will return to their homeland. Until then, we must support each other. It will be easier if we are united and respectful. Then we will part ways and I will leave you alone. Now just allow me to help, I have no further requests. "

The dwarf king's face fell towards the end. A sense of unease came over him again. Of course, separation... Their paths would diverge at some point. This human warrior would have to return to his realm, and it strangely disturbed Thorin. While saying these, Y/N couldn't help the bitterness in him.

He watched the expression on the man's face. Then their eyes met. The woman mustered up her courage and placed her hand lightly on the man's wrist, intending to quell the restlessness. Thorin seemed startled at first, not expecting contact, and held his breath for a moment. The feeling of warmth that then spread through him burned him, actually both.

Thorin's expression softened a little, and he smiled as he watched her face.

Then he began to speak, "Thank you for everything." Then he added, "And I'm sorry... for everything."

Now it was her turn to be surprised. Had Thorin really just thanked and apologized? This is seriously unusual, but he soon realized the importance of it. Thorin had rarely done this, and he was completely sincere. It was definitely one of those rare moments. The woman smiled. "I will remember this moment for the rest of my life, Thorin. It was unusual." lightly stuck. This made Thorin laugh.

With the withdrawn hand, the warmth in his wrist had disappeared. He almost seemed to protest, but of course he remained silent. Instead, they both enjoyed each other's laughter.

They sat there chatting for a considerable time. They understood each other a little more. The warrior woman told some things about her past without going into details. Over time, the duo found more in common.

They sat until late at night. Even Thorin's watch had passed, and Bofur's watch had come. Thus ended the night. In fact, they had a lot more to talk about, even something they had to resolve between themselves. But they had set that aside. They dispersed and settled into their beds, relaxed, with smiles on their faces.

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S/O hating the way they look so much that they push Thorin away completely when he attempts to pursue them. But he won’t take no for an answer from his S/O.

Headcanons based on this imagined. The credit goes to: @fizzyxcustard

At first, when Thorin attempted to pursue his s/o, he was met with rejection. His s/o pushed him away, telling him that they could never be together because they hated the way they looked. Thorin was taken aback by these words, hurt that someone he cared for could think so poorly of themselves. But he refused to give up on them.

Despite their protests and attempts to distance themselves from him, Thorin was persistent. He showed them kindness, understanding, and unwavering support. He listened to their insecurities and fears, reassuring them that they were worthy of love and acceptance.

Slowly but surely, his s/o began to see themselves through Thorin's eyes. They started to believe in their own worth and beauty, thanks to his unwavering love and devotion. Thorin's patience and determination paid off, as his s/o finally let their walls down and allowed him into their heart.

In the end, Thorin's love transformed his s/o's self-perception. They no longer saw themselves as unworthy or unattractive, but as someone deserving of love and happiness. And Thorin was there every step of the way, showing them that true beauty lies not in outward appearances, but in the depth of one's heart.

Unspoken Goodbyes (Kili x Y/N)

overview: Kíli’s infatuation with Tauriel jeopardizes his relationship with his partner. During the Battle of the Five Armies, he faces devastating regret as he realizes its too late where his heart truly belongs.

warning: angst?? third-party interference, death

A/N: inaccuracies

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The forest of Mirkwood loomed around Thorin’s company like a dark omen. You walked beside Kíli, his hand intertwined with yours, feeling the warmth of his presence. Yet, beneath the surface, an unsettling tension brewed. Kíli was captivated by the elves, and it gnawed at your heart like a slow poison.

When the elves appeared, it was as if the vibrant greens of the forest faded, overshadowed by their ethereal beauty. Legolas, tall and regal, commanded with respect, but it was Tauriel who held Kíli’s gaze. You had noticed Kíli's fascination the moment they met, his curiosity did not go noticed. But you hadn’t worried, not at first. After all, you had weathered worse than a fleeting glance, hadn’t you?

Trapped in the cells of the Elvenkings fortress, captured by the elves, you sat beside Fili, the damp stone cold beneath you, exchanging worried glances. The oppressive silence was broken by snippets of conversation from Kíli’s cell, and your breath caught as Tauriel’s melodic voice drifted through the air. You strained to listen as she spoke with Kíli about the rock his mother had given him, a token of comfort he always kept close.

“It reminds me of home,” Kíli said, his voice soft yet filled with an emotion you couldn’t place. “It’s like a piece of her is always with me.”

Your heart dropped at his words. The tenderness in his voice felt like a dagger piercing through your chest. It stung to realize that you had once been the one who brought him comfort, but now it was Tauriel who stood in that place, bright and captivating.

Jealousy and despair swirled within you as Kíli shared memories of his mother, reminiscing with the elf who had captured his attention. You forced yourself to look away, not wanting to hear any more. You had thought the bond you shared was special, that Kíli’s heart was yours, but in that moment, it felt like you were losing him to someone who seemed so much more enchanting.

Fili noticed your distress and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, but it did little to ease the heaviness in your heart.

“He doesn’t see you slipping away,” he murmured, his voice a mix of concern and frustration. “He’s lost in the moment.”

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that Kíli was drifting further away with each passing moment. And when Tauriel spoke again, it confirmed your worst fears—he was captivated by her, and you were merely an afterthought.

Day after day, you caught him looking at her. His laughter was lighter in her presence, his eyes sparking with a fascination you hadn’t seen since before this quest began. It was as though the darkness of the journey lifted when Tauriel was near, and the weight of it crushed you instead.

It wasn’t until Kíli had been injured during a skirmish with orcs, poisoned by an arrow, that everything unraveled. You stayed by his side, holding his hand, but his eyes always seemed to drift elsewhere, waiting for someone else. When Tauriel arrived, glowing with the ethereal light of her magic and saving him, your heart shattered. Kíli murmured something to her, his voice soft and raw as if he was confessing, and you knew, deep in your bones, that whatever had bound him to you was slipping away.

You distanced yourself after that. There were no fights, no declarations—just quiet withdrawal. You told yourself you were being silly, that Kíli was just grateful to Tauriel for saving his life. But it didn’t feel like gratitude; it felt like you were being replaced. When Kíli would ask what was wrong, you’d brush him off with a smile that never reached your eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you’d whisper, turning away before your voice could betray you. But Fili noticed, and so did the others.

One evening, as the company sat around a fire, Fili pulled Kíli aside. “You’re blind, brother. You’re so focused on someone who isn’t yours that you’ve forgotten the one who is.”

Kíli scoffed, defensive. “It’s not like that, Fili. Tauriel… she’s just… different.”

“And what about her?” Fili asked, nodding toward you as you sat alone, away from the others, staring into the flames. “Do you see how you’ve hurt her?”

Kíli’s heart tightened as he followed his brother’s gaze. You were different lately—quieter, more distant—but he hadn’t put the pieces together until now. Guilt gnawed at him, but before he could speak, a call to arms rang out.

The Battle of the Five Armies had begun.

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The chaos of battle was overwhelming. Screams echoed across the battlefield, the clashing of metal, and the roars of orcs filled the air. Kíli fought alongside his kin, but a part of him searched for you, needing to talk to you, to apologize. He had been a fool, blinded by something fleeting and neglecting what was real: you.

But you were nowhere to be found. As time passed, his desperation mounted. His strikes grew wilder, fueled by frantic fear for your safety.

When the battle slowed, he found Fili standing over a body, his face ashen. Kíli’s heart dropped into his stomach as he rushed to his brother’s side.

“No…” Fili whispered, his voice shaking.

Kíli followed his brother’s gaze and saw you. Lying there, your once bright eyes now closed, your skin pale beneath the grime of battle. Blood stained your armor and the fallen snow, a fatal wound that had taken you when he hadn’t been there.

“No… no, no, no!” Kíli dropped to his knees beside you, trembling hands cradling your face. “You can’t be… you can’t…” His voice broke, shattered by grief too powerful to contain.

He had lost you. Not to an orc’s blade, not to the chaos of battle, but because he hadn’t been there when you needed him most. He had failed you long before your body had fallen on this battlefield.

Kíli let out a roar, more pain than rage, as his world collapsed around him. The battle, the quest—none of it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore.

Fili knelt beside him, his own tears falling, but Kíli barely noticed. All he saw was you—your face, once full of life, now still. He pulled you into his arms, rocking back and forth, as if he could somehow bring you back by sheer force of will.

“I’m sorry my dove,” Kíli whispered, his voice breaking. “I should’ve… I should’ve been there. I should’ve never let you go.”

But it was too late. The words he should’ve said, the love he should’ve shown, would never reach you now. He had betrayed you long before Tauriel had entered their lives, and now you were gone.

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As the battle’s final moments played out, Kíli fought with a desperation that had nothing to do with winning. He fought because he had nothing left to lose. Tauriel, who had rushed to help him again, found him amidst the carnage, but he barely acknowledged her presence.

She wasn’t who he wanted. She wasn’t who he needed. He realized, too late, that the only person he had ever truly loved was now beyond his reach.

Kíli fell on the battlefield, not from an enemy's blade but from the weight of his own heartbreak. As he closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was your face, the memory of you smiling at him before everything faded into darkness.

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In the end, it wasn’t an orc that took Kíli’s life. It was regret.

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Modern Girl in Middle Earth

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader Pt. I

Modern Girl in Middle Earth

just for fun, please don't be disappointed

The girl had originally come from the modern world, but by now had spent quite a few years in middle earth and was accustomed to it. She grew into a strong warrior, conquering many great evils throughout the three films with her willpower and prowess.

These days, she was recognized by many dwarves, elves, and men for being a skilled warrior. Many days were filled with conflict, but in times of peace it was different.

In times of peace (Y/n) enjoyed more mundane activities, such as touching up her manicure, keeping up her snapstreaks, and watching Dr. Pimple Popper.

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.

The Hobbit Incorrect Quotes

(Y/n): *walking into Erebor*

(Y/n): "Duuude, it's totally burnt in here."

Bilbo: "It's called a 'fire,' (Y/n)."

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'."

growing up is realizing that thorin oakensheild is the hottest in the company (and then fili).

A Herbal Soup || Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader

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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?"

Thorin: -Cutting off Azogs hand in battle.-

Y/N: "Shoulda gone for the head."

Thorin: ????

Thanos: -Sneezes-

Smaug: "No blade can pierce me!"

Bard: -appears with a black arrow-

Y/n: "Okay so are we gonna do it this movie or the next one?"

Bard: "What?"

Y/N: "I'm just saying, if you're not gonna kill him now, then why show us the damn arrow."

The company: "Movie? What's a movie?."

Imagine being there when Kili gets rescued by Tauriel

Tauriel: -Appears to save Kili-

Y/N: Mommy?? Sorry, Mommy?"

Tauriel: "I- I have no child?..."

Company: -Visibly confused-

Legolas: "Would you like me to shoot it in the face Tauriel."

Y/N: "Shutup Elsa I'm not talking to you."

Imagine Y/N arriving at Rivendell with the hobbits.

Frodo: "I am ready to go home."

Y/N: "Yeah well if you were we wouldn't have two more movies to get through"

The Hobbits: "What?"

Legolas: "Wait, I know your face. I know you! You are the mortal who called me Ella!"

Y/N: "It's Elsa"

Imagine Y/N sitting at the council of Rivendell with Legolas.

Boromir: "Why not use this ring?" -continues speech-

-While Boromir talks-

Y/N(quietly): "On a scale from one to ten my friend you're fucked."

Legolas: "Language Mellon."

Imagine the reactions of the fellowship when Y/N took the blade for Frodo on Weathertop (Amon Sûl)

Elrond: My dear child you would have died. You do not possess the gift of immortality, must you be as reckless as you are? You are not of this world!

Y/N: *grinning* Nah she'll be right. I'm fine aren't I?

Legolas: *walks in* You look terrible. As you would after a near death experience.

Y/N: You call it a near death experience. I call it a vibe check from God.

Aragorn: *Bursts into laughter*

Gandalf: *Stares pointedly* Yes.. not of this world.

Legolas: *is visibly confused* Are we talking about her recklessness or her beauty?

Y/N: >_> Ummm anyways, when are we leaving?

Incorrect quotes #1

Boromir: Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.

Y/N: *whispers* Mad cause bad.

Legolas and Aragorn: *suppresses grins*

Incorrect quotes #2

Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor. It's black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep.

Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn: Neither does Y/N, what's your point.

Y/N: *Sarcastically* Oh no you got me!!