“Could you do Thorin’s company reacting to a female 14th member who has
a boy cut?”
The company of Thorin Oakenshield had departed Hobbiton
early that morning. Bilbo had come sprinting up the trail shortly after their
departure and the company now found themselves, a few hours later, at a fork in
the road where the Great East Road was intersected by the smaller Green Way.
“We continue East on the Great Road!” Thorin called out.
“We do not!” called Gandalf, riding up to the leader.
“Surely one as travelled as yourself, old man, knows our
path lies to the east along the great road.” Thorin said.
“Yes yes. And we will continue east….tomorrow.” Gandalf
“We can make it four more hours before nightfall.” Thorin
said, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“Perhaps. But we must wait here for the 14th
member of our party.” Replied.
“An associate and a close friend. She has been collecting
information for me in the far north that I hope will aid in our quest.” Gandalf
said, dismounting his horse.
“A woman?” Both of Thorin’s eyebrows shot up.
“A very capable woman.”
Thorin shook his head, but said nothing. He called for the
others to begin setting up camp, several yards from the road itself. A fire was
started and a few hunted rabbits were set to cook. For another few hours the
company relaxes, smoked their pipes, and had low conversations. The sun had
just dipped below the horizon when the muted sound of hooves made everyone look
A rider in a dull blue cloak, hood raised, trotted into camp
and Gandalf stood.
“Y/N” he called up to you. “Your punctuality never ceases to
You swung off your horse.
“And here I was expecting to have to wait several days for
your arrival.” You teased. You raised a hand to pull off your hood, not noticing
several of the dwarves’ eyes going wide at the sight of your hair cropped
closely to your head. As you entered conversation with Gandalf and Thorin, the
other whispered about you in hushed voices.
“Can she even lift that sword? It’s huge!”
“She has less hair than Bilbo.”
“Maybe she’s sick.”
“Women do not belong on these sort of quests. They are weak.”
Dwalin mumbled as he went to bite from an apple. He jolted when a small dagger
flew through the air and buried itself in the apple. He turned to see you
standing with your hand twirling an identical dagger. You grinned and winked.
“Women also have great hearing.” You said, turning back to
your conversation with Gandalf.
Summary: (don’t read unless you want spoilers) Crowley informs Dean that the demon possessing you used to work with Azazel. When they attempt an exorcism, more demons arrive. The demon incapacitates Sam and then goes after Dean, stabbing you in the process. When she goes to kill Dean, you overpower her.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,000
Warnings: (again, don’t read unless you want spoilers) language, violence, blood, death, too many feelings
A/N: I sat down this morning and MADE myself write this next part. So it might be a little messy. My apologies. I just really wanted to get it out for you guys, since I’ve had several of you ask when it would be out and it’s been FOREVER since part 8 came out. I hope you like it…
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.” - J.R.R. Tolkien (born: 3 January 1892)
What if Thorin had started writing ‘There and back again’ for Bilbo part way through the quest as a courting gift. However Thorin never finished it and Bilbo found it when they were sorting through Thorin’s belongings. On finding it, he swore to finish it but it was too painful to continue at that time. So he waited decades until he could finally look back at his memories with Thorin with fondness rather than overwhelming grief.
It wasn’t until Bilbo turned the final page that he found a small inscription, 'I love you, Bilbo Baggins’. The words Thorin had expected to end his quest with and to begin another. After all, all great writers know their endings before their beginnings.