Ron Glass passed away at age 71 on Friday. The actor was best known for his roles of Detective Ron Harris on ‘Barney Miller’ and Shepard Derrial Book on the Fox series ‘Firefly’ and it’s followup movie ‘Serenity’. Glass was no stranger to the genre though, with appearances in “Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D” and “Star Trek: Voyager”. He also provided voice work in the video games “Ancient Space” and “Fable 2″. My condolences to his family and friends.
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: You announce to the Company that you are leaving with Bilbo and some members try to convince you to stay.
Categories: Humor, Romance, Angst
Pairings: Thorin x Fem!Reader
A/N: Its a bit slow in the beginning, but I promise it’ll pick up.
You look around the table from your spot between Kili and Fili. Thorin was currently at the head with Dwalin and Balin flanking his side. His most trusted advisor and his best friend. You couldn’t have been happier to see the King smiling and laughing with those he cared about.
You had just finished reclaiming Erebor a month ago. There had been many casualties, Fili, Kili and Thorin had almost been among those causalities, but luck had been on your side that day. Luck and a little bit of healing powers you had gained from your father. Elves were an interesting bunch and they deserved more credit.
After the battle, Thorin kept the promise he made before reaching the mountain. A quarter of the treasure had been given to the people of Lake Town and a quarter to the elves of Mirkwood, however, Thorin had yet to return the gems that King Thranduil had gone to war for. In fact, he had yet to find them. He couldn’t remember where he threw it while he was under the dragon sickness and him saying so gained a laugh from Fili and Kili.
Lord Dain had returned back to the Iron Hills with some of his men. Majority of what was left had stayed and word was sent to the other dwarves and they were on their way back. In fact, they were due to arrive tomorrow and you figured that this would be your last meal together as a Company.
You continue to look around and the group of merry dwarves sitting in the kitchen, your eyes always landing on the King Under the Mountain.
“Talk to him, y/n,” Fili nudges you as he catches you staring at his uncle yet again.
“Why, Fee? I’m useless to him. I’m surprised that he has let me stay this long. Besides, there is nothing to talk about. In a month’s time, after the coronation, I’m leaving with Bilbo. That is my final decision. I-,”
“You can’t be serious?” Kili interrupts.
“I am. There is nothing here for me. I’ve done my duty. Erebor is reclaimed and Thorin now reigns as King Under the Mountain. Your families are sure to make their way back to the mountain. There is no space for a half elf,” you tell them quietly, lying about your heritage.
You knew of Thorin’s dislike for elves so you knew that you had to lie. Given that your stature was shorter than that of elves, you told him that you were half dwarf, half elf. Your father being an elf and your mother being a dwarrowdam but you pulling more of the elvish side rather than the dwarfish side. It seemed plausible and with a little convincing from Gandalf and a lot of complaining from Thorin, the Company of 14 became the Company of 15.
“Don’t be stupid. Where would you go? You have no home,” Fili states.
You look at him, slightly stunned. You knew he was wrong, but it still hurt.
“Y/n, I didn’t mean that,” he tells you, reaching for your arm.
You stand quickly, scraping your chair along the floor loudly gaining the attention of the company.
“Excuse me. I think I’ll retire for the night. It seems that I might actually move my trip home up a month” you say, bowing your head slightly.
You turn and leave the room.
Instead of turning in for the night, you head to the gates, standing where the company once stood a month ago, looking at Thranduil and his army below.
You sit on the stone wall and smile as a cool breeze blows by.
“Is something troubling you lass,” someone calls out from behind you.
You turn and smile at Dwalin.
Out of the entire company, besides Kili and Fili, you became the closest to him. It was strange at first because he seemed like such a scary dwarf. Always giving you the cold shoulder and talking about you to Thorin behind your back but after saving his hind multiple times, he opened up to you. And ever since then, he became the brother you pretended you never had.
“Nothing master dwarf. Just thinking about our journey over the past 8 months. It’ll be nice to just roam for a while and having nothing to do,” you say, thinking about the trolls and the goblins and the amount of laughs you had with the company.
“Why didn’t you mention that you were leaving?” he asks, leaning next to your foot.
“I only told those who I thought would care,” you say.
“And yet I was never told,” he snaps and you can tell he’s angry.
You look away and back to the night sky.
“You’d only make it harder for me to leave. It is already hard,” you tell him.
“Then don’t leave! Stay with us! You can’t do that! You can’t just make a difference in someone’s life and up and leave like that, lass. You really can’t,” he tells you.
“And what would I do here?” you ask.
“I-. You could-. There’s always-,” Dwalin tries.
“Exactly. There is nothing for me here. I’d rather just be on my own. A wanderer like I have been. There is nothing wrong with that. Besides, many of the dwarves will have a problem with me. Not only dwarf, but elf as well that is not going to so well with your people. I’m a disgrace,” you say.
“Fuck my people!” he shouts. You look at him, shocked.
“You can’t walk out on us. After all that we’ve been through. You just can’t,” he says, quietly.
You look at him and You’ve never seen Dwalin so heartbroken. It’s then that your mind is made up.
“I will stay, master dwarf,” you tell him.
His eyes light up.
“But, you must find work for me here. I cannot just stay here and be a burden,” you tell him again, getting off of the ledge.
“Aye, lassy. I will. Maybe you can help me train some of the dwarves? They could use a few skills from an elf,” he says.
“Half-elf,” you say.
“I’m not stupid, lassy. No dwarf has that much grace and if you were a dwarf, your ears wouldn’t be as pointed and you’d probably have more facial hair. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” he says, winking.
You laugh and you head down the stairs.
He walks you to your current chambers. The Company didn’t know where to stay so you all just chose a room, making sure that you were all close together.
“Thorin was worried about you,” he mutters.
“That’s news. It really is. Why would a dwarf king worry about me?” you ask, sadness leaking through your voice.
“He worries about you more than you know. Trust me,” he says, stopping in front of your door.
“Has the company disbursed?” you ask.
“Aye. After you left, Fili made to find you, but I told him that I would do so and he left back to his chambers with Kili and Bilbo following along,” he explains.
“I think I shall speak to Bilbo. See you in the morning master dwalin,” you say.
He grunts and leaves in the opposite direction of where you’re headed.
You knock on Bilbo’s door and hear a “come in”.
You walk in and Bilbo is sitting on a chair next to the fire with Thorin standing next to the fireplace.
“I see I’m interrupting something. I’ll just leave,” you say, backing out.
“Nonsense. I was just leaving. Goodnight, master burglar,” Thorin says.
He walks past you without even giving you a second glance and you walk back into the room, shutting the door behind you.
“I’ve come to a decision and I am staying here,” you tell him.
“Why, may I ask?” Bilbo asks as you take a seat in front of him.
“Dwalin has convinced me so,” you reply.
“Are you sure it is not because of the Dwarf King?” he asks smirking slightly.
“Is it just me or does everyone know, but Thorin?” you ask, groaning.
“Everyone knows, trust me,” he tells you. You shake my head.
“Will you at least visit me in Bag End once in a while?” he asks.
“Of course I will, my dear hobbit. As long as that room is still open, I would love to visit. Why are you speaking as if you leave tomorrow?” you ask him
He shrugs and laughs
You continue to talk about the next month and when he yawns, you stand.
You lean down and kiss his cheek.
“Goodnight, master burglar,” you say.
He smiles and you walk out of his room.
You see Thorin turning down the hall which is strange.
He should’ve been long gone by now.
You shake your head and walk towards Fili’s chambers.
You knock on the door and it is immediately opened. “Y/n!” he shouts, surprised.
“Hello Fili. May I come in?” you ask him. He nods and moves out of the way.
“I’m sorry about tonight. I really am,” he says.
“It’s quite alright. Everyone was bound to find out anyway,” you say, taking a seat.
“But I didn’t mean to say that you didn’t have home. I really didn’t,” he says.
“Fili. I got over it. So should you. Besides I’ve got a home now,” you say, smirking.
“What do you mean? Are you staying?” He asks excitedly. “Yes. Master Dwalin talked me into it,” you say.
“But I must speak to your uncle about it. You know how he feels about me being a part of the group,” you tell him, causing his smile to drop
“Y/n, you can’t believe that what he said is true, right? He was under the dragon sickness,” he defends.
“’Lowly elf scum who has no use to anyone in the company and is nothing but a whore,’ is not something you think of on the spot. It’s obvious that he never liked me. He liked me less than Bilbo. That is no secret,” you say.
“That’s not true and you know it. Look, I’ll talk to him about you staying here. I’m pretty sure Dwalin talked to him about it. It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he tells you.
You relax just a bit and look at the 82-year-old in front of you. For a dwarf, he is quite handsome and looks quite young. You guess it must run in the family.
“You’re staring,” he says. “Sorry. I can’t help but wonder why you look so young,” you say, shaking yourself out of my revere. He laughs. “I could ask the same thing. When do elves stop aging?” he asks.
“Seeing as that I am only part elf, I do not fully know. I am sure that I stopped aging at age 26, but I am a few centuries years old,” you say, smiling.
“When are you going to get it through your thick skull that we know that you’re an elf?” he asks.
“Uncle heard overheard you talking to your father, Lord Elrond. We sort of knew it from the beginning because of your ears, but we were halfway to Erebor so we couldn’t really get rid of you. Actually, we didn’t want to. You saved our hinds on multiple occasions. We’d never want to get rid of you,” he says.
You laugh and continue to talk into the wee hours of the morning.
“I shall let you sleep, my little lion man,” you say, standing as you see him yawn yet again.
He nods and walks me to the door.
“Goodnight, she-elf,” he says.
You laugh and he closes the door behind you. You take a walk around Erebor, stopping by the front gates, yet again. You look down and see a figure walking towards the gate. It’s Legolas.
You walk back to the front gate and make your way towards him.
“Hello, old friend. What brings you here?” you ask him, concerned.
Out of all the times that you’ve been on watch, this is the first time you’ve seen him. The dwarves didn’t ask you to be on watch. You decided to do it myself. With the dragon gone, there’s no telling who will try to claim Erebor.
“We are currently in Dale on a business trip. Father wanted to have a word with you,” he tells you.
You look back at the mountain.
“I cannot leave right now. I’m on watch,” you say.
“Why do you choose to stay here? This is not your home. You belong in Rivendell or Mirkwood, not Erebor,” Legolas states.
“I have been through hell and back with these dwarves. They have become like my kin,” you tell him.
“But they are not. We are your kin,” Legolas argues.
“Legolas, please. Just leave me be. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” you say.
“That you are. Do what you must, but father will be expecting you tomorrow at first light,” he says.
You nod and he walks off. You walk back into Erebor and you’re startled as a voice asks you, “what did that elf want?”
You turn to find Thorin.
“King Thranduil has requested my presence. For what, I do not know.”
“And will you be going?” he asks.
“Yes. If he has requested to see me, I shall go. You should be headed to bed, King Thorin. You also have an early day tomorrow,” you say, bowing.