Imagine being an adult with a baby face and Thorin thinks you are a child
Gandalf: this is (y/n), they will be coming along with us on the journey
Thorin: Gandalf I can tolerate you bringing the halfling, but I cannot allow you to bring this child along.
Gandalf: but (y/n) is not~
Thorin: the wilds are no place for a child
Gandalf: Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror! You promised me that I could pick two people to come along with us on our journey, (y/n) and Bilbo are whom I have chosen, unless you mean to break your promise to me (y/n) is coming and that is final.
*the next morning*
Thorin: you will share a pony with me until further notice
You: um excuse me?
Thorin: children aren’t supposed to ride by themselves until they are sixteen, unless they are from Rohan.
Gandalf: ignore the foolish dwarf (y/n), here is your horse
You: thank you Gandalf, *mounts the horse* I am not a child Thorin.
Thorin: uh huh, and I’m Durin the fifth
You: I thought your name was Thorin?
*at the Prancing Pony*
You: *has just gotten your mead and are about to drink it*
Thorin: *takes away the flagon of mead* nnnope no alcohol for children.
You: for fucks sake Thorin I am not a child!
Thorin: teenager whatever you’re still too young to drink. You are a member of my company you will obey my rules, you signed a contract after all.
You: that contract did not state anywhere that I relinquished control over my dietary intake to you, so fuck you *takes back your mead*
Thorin: no! *Tries to get it back*
You: *pushes him away with your feet and proceeds to chug the entire thing*
Thorin: *has your foot pressed against his face* you impudent child!
*at Rivendell*
Elrond: I don’t think it is really a good idea to risk your life for these dwarves, you are so young.
You: *glares at him* excuse me, did I ask for your opinion?
Elrond: well no, but~
You: you’re right, I didn’t
*At Mirkwood*
Thranduil: you dwarves are as dumb and reckless as ever, you even brought a child along.
You: I’m not a fucking child why does everyone think that!
Thranduil: *ignores you*
*at Bard’s house in Laketown*
Tilda: excuse me (y/n) but how old are you?
Sigrid: that’s a rude thing to ask Tilda!
You: no, it’s alright, I’m (age).
Thorin: wait what, you are (age)? I thought you were a teenager.
You: yes I’ve told you how many times I’m not a child or a teenager, and you only believe me now.
Thorin: all teenagers say those things! How was I supposed to know you weren’t lying.
You: by giving me your age then asking me mine, duh.
Thorin: ooh
*at Erebor after Smaug has been slain*
You: *is taking a bath in the hot springs*
Thorin: *walks in to take a bath as well* oh (y/n)… I didn’t know you were here *starts to feel flustered*
You: yeah, I can’t get the smell of smoke out of my hair, nor can I get the tangles out. Do you think you can help me?
Thorin: um, I can’t touch your hair, it goes against our traditions
You: but you touched it before, you even braided it before remember?
Thorin: yes, but I thought you were a child then, and now that I know you’re an adult it would mean I am proposing to you.
You: then technically haven’t you already done that? I was an adult when you did it before, can you circumvent traditions due to ignorance.
Thorin: *realizes you are right and not only has he proposed, but he’s courted you by taking care of you*
You: *gets out of the water and goes over to him*. Thorin, relax I was kidding.
Thorin: *now feels rather embarrassed and timid* but you are right, I have technically courted and proposed to you accordingly as traditions dictate.
You: but are your traditions the only ones that should be taken into account, my culture has traditions as well, and you have done none of them
Thorin: can you put some clothes on please.
You: why, I’m not done with my bath, and you’ve seen me naked before.
Thorin: (y/n), please this is different then before.
You: how about I get back in the water?
Thorin: that’ll be fine. *Once you are in the water* It’s just now, I see you as an adult and a lot of things I didn’t think of before are coming to my mind and I don’t know how to cope with them.
You: as in sexual things?
Thorin: yes
You: as much as I hate to admit it, but I’ve had sexual thoughts about about you since… A week into the quest.
Thorin: perhaps we should see where they take us?
You: get in here and let’s find out.






