The Elf and the Dwarf

Overall Summary: Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain. 

Chapter Summary: Let the festivities begin

Categories: Humor, Romance, Angst

Pairings: Thorin x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is going to be completely different than what I originally wanted and it’s kind of shitty because I just wanted to post something because I haven’t posted about this in almost a month even though I’ve written ten other stories. This story may or may not be put on a back burner for a bit until I decide where I want to go with it because my originally plot line was stupid and I’m already doing it for Adventure Awaits, but we will see.

Strike Through = Current Chapter

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

You walk out of your chambers and meet Bard and his children at the main hall with Tauriel. The other guards already left to the mountain and it was yours and Tauriel’s duty to escort the King to Erebor.

“Ready you’re highness?” you ask and Bard glares at you, making you smile. He hated it when you called him that. Tilda and Sigrid giggle and the girls take your arms, leading you toward the lonely mountain.

These four were like your family. You loved children and you always wanted a family of your own and although they were not yours, they were yours. You and Bard had a very platonic relationship and he was glad that the children had someone else to depend on. Someone who loved his children as much as he did.

“Do you think there will be any dwarf women?” Tilda asks, bouncing excitedly. You try to calm her down, but once she was excited she was EXCITED. “Of course. I’m sure the princes mother is there along with a few other darrowdams,” you explain.

“Have you met their mother?” Sigrid asks. “No. Not yet. I suppose I will be meeting her tonight,” you reply.

You were not going to admit it but you were quite afraid of meeting the princess. You had heard Dwalin’s stories about her and she seemed more intimidating than Thorin. You wanted to get her approval, but you didn’t understand why given the fact that you were not courting her brother or sons. It was probably just the thought of her liking you that made you want her approval.

“We never did ask, but what was it like traveling with the dwarves. As an elf,” Bain asks. “Well, they’re very – different,” you start and Bard laughs. “You can say they stink, y/n. We’ve housed them before, remember?” Bard asks and you smile.

“They’re very loud and secretive at the same time. Getting them around a dinner table is the worst idea imaginable. You should have seen Bilbo’s house after the feast. IT was absolutely wrecked, but they are good people. Loyal to a fault. Especially those 13 dwarves,” you explain smiling at the past memories. 

“Who is your favorite dwarf?” Sigrid asks and you stop, surprised. “What?” you ask. “Who is your favorite? You have to have a favorite,” Tilda says, pulling you along and you look at Bard. He smirks and shrug his shoulders and you glare at the man for his nonexistent help.

“Well come on. Give us a name,” Sigrid insists and you sigh. “It is a tie between the King and Dwalin,” you say. “Dwalin? Which one is that again? Is he the one with the floppy hat?” Tilda asks. “No tilly. He’s the scariest dwarf of the bunch,” you reply. “Ah. It seems like you have a type,” Sigrid says. “Why are we talking about this?” you ask. “Because we have a lot of time to spare. Back to you having a type. It seems like you like the more rugged men,” Sigrid says and you roll your eyes, wishing the trip would be quicker.

Once you get to the ball room, you notice that there is a very long table in the front with the whole company sitting there. In the center is Thorin and there’s a missing seat and you realize that that is supposed to be your seat.

“IT seems milady, that they miss you after all,” Bard says and you ignore him. “Tauriel and I will talk to the guards. Please, try not to get into any trouble,” you tell bard. “Yes mum,” he says and you glare at him as he walks away.

The two of you walk around making sure that your men know their duties and soon the men and dwarves on guard are joined by the elves. Ah, you think to yourself, the elf king must be here.

Sure enough you see Thranduil talking with Bard and a few other elves scattered about. Legolas is nowhere to be seen which is strange. He’s usually-

You jump as you feel someone blow on your ear and you turn to glare at the elf behind you. He just smiles at you. 

“Prince,” you say. “Princess,” he says and you roll your eyes. “Should you not be sitting with them?” he asks looking at the front of the room. “I should, but I have a duty to the King,” you say, following his gaze.

Balin stands and the room goes silent. 

“I present to you the King Under the Mountain, Thorin Oakenshield,” he announces. “Hail Thorin,” the crowd says, lifting their glasses. Thorin stands and the cheering comes to a slow stop.

“It has been nearly a year since we’ve begun this treacherous journey and I could no have done it with these men by my side,” Thorin says and holds out his hands to gesture to the company. It makes you a bit mad, but you cannot complain. You chose your place.

“However, we are missing a member of our company. She came on this journey against her father’s wishes and she has been a huge help to all of us. She saved my life multiple times and I cannot be more grateful. Y/n, please join us where you belong,” Thorin says, looking straight at you.

You just look at him in shock before Legolas gives you a shove. You look at him and he nods towards the front with a smile. You find Tauriel and see her smiling and also nodding towards the front. You smile and the crowd parts as you make your way to the table.

“If she was not a part of our company, Fili, Kili and I would not be here and being with her has changed so many of my views including that of elves,” Thorin continues and as you take the empty seat between Bilbo and Dwalin, he smiles at you and you smile back at the King.

“Thank you. All of you. For never leaving my side and following me until the very end,” He says, looking at the company and you all grab your glasses. “To us,” you all say and after cheering, Thorin takes a seat and the chatter around continues and the party truly begins.

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Imagine Being A Teacher and Your Students Shipping You and Thorin

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Modern!AU

Master List


“Morning class,” you say as the bell rings. 

You were an upperclassmen english teacher meaning you thought AP students and senior classes. Thank goodness. Everyone else was too annoying for your taste.

“Professor y/n,” Emily says and you look at her. 

She was a nice girl. Very quiet but always got good grades on everything. She remind you of yourself very often.

“yes?” You ask, grabbing your cup of coffee.

“Are you and Mr. Oakenshield ever going to go on a date?” she asks.

That makes you choke. The coffee travels up through your nose and you hurriedly grab a tissue, trying to wipe away the tears and coffee.

“Mr. Oakenshield and I are just colleagues,” you reply, throwing the tissue away.

 “But you guys look happy together like all the time,” Ori, your favorite student, says quietly.

He was so quiet, but that is what why you loved him. 

“I so ship it,” Kili says and you glare at him.

He was the knuckle headed one out of the entire class and he bothered you to no end. Sometimes you wondered how he was even in AP. His brother was one of our students five years ago and you expected more from the younger durin.

“You really should not be shipping your Uncle with another teacher and focus on your work Mr. Durin. Now today, we will be talking about the Catcher in the Rye. I hope you all read,” you announce earning a groan from the class.

You smirk as you turn your back. That’ll teach them.

When it’s time for lunch, you head to the staff room hoping and praying that Thorin won’t be in his classroom like he usually is around this time and you smile as you spot him in the break room. 

“Good afternoon, y/n,” Thorin says, pouring coffee into his bottle. 

“It’s not really good though,” you say, plopping onto the couch and putting your foot up on the coffee table, earning a glare from Dori, Ori’s older brother who looks a bit too old to be his older brother.

“And why is that?” he asks.

 “It seems that my students want us to date,” you say, closing your eyes. 

“Really? That’s strange,” Thorin replies, taking a seat next to you. 

“And why is that?” you mirror.

“Because my students want the same thing,” he chuckles and you can’t help, but laugh along. 

“Isn’t Kili in one of your classes?” he asks.

“Yes. That was the class that brought it up,” you groan, sitting up straight.

“In fact, he was the one who said, ‘ I ship it’,” you tell him and he lets out another chuckle.

 Oh how you loved that laugh. 

“I feel like they plan it out. Gimli asked me the same question today during my first period,” he explains. 

“Ah that would explain it. Kili and Gimli are cousins after all. At least according to what you said on our first date,” you tell him, smiling.

He smiles again.

“I did, didn’t I?” he asks. 

“Are you ever going to tell your students that you are already dating?” Dwalin, the PE teacher, asks as he takes a seat on the other chair. 

“Nah. We’re just going to let them stew for a bit. Both of your nephews deserve it,” you say, rolling your eyes and that earns a chuckle from the two of them. 

Keeping secrets was fun.

Imagine Going Back Home

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Continuation of Interesting. Last part will come eventually. 

Master List


You sigh from your spot next to Thorin. He had just escaped with his life. He and both of his nephews. Thanks to you, however, they were going to be okay.

“You seem disgusted at the prospect of sitting next to me,” a voice says, pulling you from your thoughts. You smile down at Thorin.

“Only disgusted at the thought of having to change your bedding. You’re making quite a mess bleeding out like that,” you joke lightly and he smiles.

“Forgive me, Princess,” he says and you resist the urge to smack him. You hated that nickname and he kept on calling you that after learning that you were in fact Lord Elrond’s long lost daughter.

“I’m not going to hurt you because you’re already hurt. It is good to see you doing so well and back to your normal self,” you tell him.

He had kicked you out of Erebor for aiding Bilbo in stealing the Arkenstone, but you knew it was going to be done.

“I am sorry for all those harsh words,” he says. “IT is fine Oakenshield as long as the King and his nephews live, I could not be happier,” you tell him, smiling. He gives you a smile back.

“Y/n. I think it’s time you return home to your kin,” Thorin starts after a few seconds of silence. You close your eyes and sigh.

You yourself were thinking about it. Especially after seeing so many fallen elves. You could not stay away any longer.

“I know. I know. I will stay until after your coronation and then head back to Imladris,” you say.

“Oh please. The only reason you are staying is because you want a share of that treasure,” Thorin jokes and you laugh.

“I could care less about the cursed treasure Thorin. As long as I get to see that throne rightfully restored, I will be the happiest elf alive,” you tell him and he gives you another smile.

After the coronation, you make your way to the front gate with the Company walking behind you and Bilbo beside you. You had decided to travel together since you were going the same way anyway. Gandalf was a few paces ahead, waiting.

“We’re going to miss the both you,” Fili says, leaning on his permanent cane. He had torn something so bad that he could not walk without assistance.

“Tea is at 4 and don’t bother knocking. Thank you, all of you, for everything,” Bilbo says and he looks at you.

“I will be back eventually. It is time I tell my father that I’m not actually dead,” you say and that earns a laugh from the company.

“Besides, I doubt Thorin can run a kingdom without me,” you say, throwing a wink at the dwarf and he smiles.

“I’m pretty sure you will have another kingdom to run and it is not at my side or in Rivendell,” he says, nodding to something in the back of you. The both of you turn to find Legolas waiting with horses. You turn back to the King and smile at him.

“Farewell, Master Burglar. Master Princess,” Thorin says and you shake your head, ignoring his antics. The two of you make your way to the other two.

“My prince,” you say, smiling at the blonde elf. “Milady,” he says, smiling back. “What brings you to Erebor?” you ask him even though you already know the answer. “I have come to escort you home. I simply cannot leave a elf maiden to defend a wizard and hobbit by herself,” he tells you smirking.

That earns a grunt from Mithrandir and a huff from Bilbo.

“Well lead on, prince pompous,” you say, getting onto the horse. “With pleasure,” he says and the four of you trott off in the general direction of Rivendell, finally going home.


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