“I’m going to murder
these dwarves,” you say, ducking to avoid getting hit from a bowl.
These dwarves just popped up out of nowhere
and you were NOT happy about it. While Biblo was more subdued, you were not.
You always spoke your mind and if it meant yelling, so be it. You and Bilbo
were basically opposites. Your house is going to be in ruins if they keep this
They noise pauses as there is a knock on the
“He is here,” you hear the wizard
mutter. Seeing that you’re closest to the door, you go to open it.
The sight that greats you is that of a very
regal looking dwarf. He must be very important. He nods at you as you let him
in. You did not want to say anything in fear you might offend these dwarrow and
stab one of them.
By now the others have gathered around.
“Gandalf. I thought you said this place
would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice,” he says, nodding at who I
remembered to be Dwalin, Dori and Ori. You watch carefully as Ori and Dori come
close to bowing. He must be VERY important. “I wouldn’t have found it at all had
it not been for the mark on the door,” the dwarf states as you close the
“There is no mark on that door! It was painted
a weak ago!” Bilbo exclaims as the dwarf hands his coat over to Kili, finally
joining the unexpected party.
“There is a mark. I put it there myself. Bilbo
Baggins. I would like to introduce you to the leader of our company, Thorin
Oakenshield,” Gandalf introduces and you make sure to remember his name.
Thorin smirks, looking at your brother and for
some reason it infuriates you more than it should have.
“So this is the hobbit. Tell me, master
baggins. Have you done much fighting?” Thorin asks circling Bilbo and you
clench your fists.
You may be 10 years younger than Bilbo, but you
were still very over-protective.
“Pardon me?” Bilbo asks, sounding confused
which makes sense. He wasn’t much of a fighter. You were. He didn’t know that
of course, but that’s a story for another time.
“Ax or sword? What is your weapon of choice?”
Thorin asks again, still eying him over.
“I do have some skills in conkers if you must
know, but I fail to see how that is relevant,” Bilbo replies, straightening
himself out to look not frightened.
Thorin smirks again.
“Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer
than a burglar,” he states making everyone laugh.
That is it. You swiftly grab Thorin’s sword
from his belt, twirling it a bit before pointing it at the dwarf’s neck.
Everyone looks at you in shock. They did not
understand how you could take Thorin’s weapon from him so easily.
“You do not, Mr. Oakenshield, get to come into
our home and insult my brother. He was gracious enough to feed the mouths of
those that we do not know. I think he deserves some respect,” you growl out.
Thorin is glaring a hole through your head.
The doorbell rings again and you finally lose
“If this another one of you fucking dwarves, I’m
going to fucking castrate every single one of you!” You shout, moving to open
the door again.
Instead of a dwarf, it’s your worst nightmare.
You’re frown deepens more as you are met with the pig face of Lobelia Sackville
“What do you want Lobelia?” you ask coldly. “I
just wanted to tell you that you and your brother are making too much noise. It
is not proper of a Baggins-“
“Listen here you utter twat! You are not a
Baggins. You are a Bracegriddle. And for your information, we are also Tooks.
Now, I am tired of seeing your ugly mug. So would you please do me the favor of
kindly fucking off,” you shout, slamming the door in her face.
You turn towards the company and hand Thorin
back his sword.
“I’m going to turn in before I just murder all
of you,” you say, pushing pass the company and walkin to your room, but not
before hearing Kili and Fili say, “we need her on this quest.”
(Author’s note: Woohoo! This was certainly a lot of fun to write! It was weird not to write in second-person pov, but I wanted to focus more on Thorin’s thoughts as he meets this woman and finds himself both irritated and impressed by her, so you can see how he becomes attracted to her. Hope you like it!!
Request: Thorinx(fem)reader where she is a beautiful warrior half dwarf half human invited by Gandalf to join the quest without Thorin’s knowing. At Bilbo’s home, her arrival makes Thorin hugely angry, which makes him yell at her, trying to make her give up on going along. But she is a super sassy insubordinated girl that bites back every harsh word. That makes Thorin even more furious but he can’t deny that he feels attracted to her.
Gif is not mine, credit to original owner!)
“I thought you said this place would be easy to find,” Thorin huffed as he stepped inside the hobbit home. He raised a brow at Gandalf who towered very awkwardly over the group of dwarves. “I lost my way….twice.”
Gandalf had only just shut the green, circular door when there was a tentative knock. Thorin did not particularly like the subtle, sly smile the bearded mischief-maker wore. It made him feel uneasy. Thorin hated feeling uneasy. He much preferred certainty of situations.
“That would be our final Company member, right on schedule,” Gandalf announced, giving a small nod.
“What do you mean? All of the dwarves I summoned are here.”
“I was hoping you would have arrived to Mr. Bilbo Baggins’ house a lot sooner so we could have discussed the matter before she arrived.”
“She?” Now Thorin was most certainly irritated. What on earth was Gandalf going on about? The Company leader folded his arms across his chest as Gandalf opened the door. There stood a rather striking stranger, female, who stood in the doorway. She donned a dark green tunic, ash-colored trousers, and a pair of brown boots. She also wore a dark cloak, but had already pulled back the hood. Her height and clothing suggested she was dwarvish, but she lacked a certain features such as facial hair, which was strange for a female dwarf.
“It’s about time you opened the door,” the woman said with grin. “I was starting to think I had the wrong place” She gave a respectful nod to Gandalf as she entered the house. “Gandalf.”
“It is good to see you, my dear,” he greeted with a warm smile. “I hope your travel was swift and safe.”
“Indeed.” She turned to look at Thorin, her eyes sweeping over his form briefly. “You must be Thorin Oakenshield.”
Thorin gave her a curt nod. “And who might you be?”
“The name is ________,” she took a polite bow, “at your service. Gandalf has summoned me to join your Company.”
At that, the handsome leader gave Gandalf another incredulous look, lifting one eyebrow. Gandalf ignored the expression and simply gestured for everyone to join the others in the dining room. But Thorin would not have it.
“I demand to know what this woman is doing at a secret meeting such as this. It is no place for her.”
“With all due respect,” she spoke up, though her tone suggested a lack of respect, “I understand that I am not a dwarf of the Blue Mountains, but I can assure you that I have as much a right to be here as any of the others. Erebor was a home to my ancestors, and I intend to help reclaim it.”
Thorin inwardly seethed at her quick and certain response, but he could not deny that her determination was admirable. She had the spirit of a warrior, and he caught himself wondering just how skilled she was in battle. He could picture her swinging a battle ax with strength and precision, her expression tightened with ferocity as she took out any and every foe that crossed her path…
He shook the thought away rather angrily, Who was this woman to speak to him in such a manner? He was Thorin Oakenshield, future king of Erebor!
“Why don’t we head into the dining room, and discuss the matter later?” Gandalf suggested in a friendly manner as he tried to defuse the situation. But Thorin and _______ locked eyes, both their gazes burning as neither refused to back down.
“You will not last a moment in the wild.”
“Because I am female?” She scoffed. “I can assure you, Thorin Oakenshield, I have done my fair share of traveling. And fighting.”
“Fighting, no doubt,” he quipped. “Since you seem to have no hesitation in engaging in conflict with someone such as myself. Your weapon of choice?” He took a step towards her, folding his arms across his chest.
“Ax and sword. I have much experience with both.” She mirrored his actions, stepping forward and folding her arms as well.
They stood directly in front of each other, their previous anger replaced by a newfound mutual respect and admiration. Thorin smirked at her, convinced that he might as well let her join the Company since she would most likely come along whether he liked it or not. At this point, he found himself fond of the idea.
“Well, then, Ms. ________.” He held out a hand. “Welcome to the Company.” A warmth filled him when she firmly took hold of his hand and shook it.
“Thank you,” she responded, smirking as well with a glint in her eye. “I look forward to reclaiming our homeland.”
You had made it into The Shire and found the door when you saw that Thorin had just arrived there as well.
“Hey.” You say.
“Hey. I didn’t think you would actually come and join. I thought I would’ve run you off by now.” He said while laughing lightly. He then knocked on the door after a minute of casual conversation between you two. You both turned your attention to the door once it opened.
“Gandalf. I thought you said this place was easy to find. Lost my way twice. If it weren’t for the mark on the door, I would have missed it.” He said, while entering. You smiled and nodded your head at Gandalf when you walked in, and you heard another voice begin talking.
“There is no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!” The hobbit said. “There is a mark, as I had put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of the Company, Thorin Oakenshield, and a very good friend of mine and Thorin’s, Y/n Y/l/n.” Gandalf introduced us, and you bowed your head slightly in acknowledgement.
“So, this is the hobbit. Tell me Mister Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Thorin asked.
“Pardon me?” Bilbo faintly replied.
“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?” Thorin asked again.
You couldn’t hear what he said next, as you had moved over to look around. But you could hear Thorin’s voice.
“Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” Thorin said, in response to Bilbo’s words, and you saw the look on his face. It was shock and confusion, those you knew well enough. You smiled sympathetically in his direction, before Thorin had walked off into a dining area, and all of us followed after him. You sat off in the corner, leaning back, to listen and watch everyone and their reactions.
You listened to Thorin half-mindedly, while taking in everyone. There were 14 total, including Thorin and Bilbo. You watched their reactions amongst themselves, while also peering at their different auras. You noticed that some were uncomfortable by your presence, as you were unknown to all of them. You saw a younger, smaller, and less experienced dwarf stand up and claim that he wasn’t afraid of Smaug.
“That’s good for you. But that will not help you in fighting. You need to be able to also defend yourself, not just be ‘fearless’ as you say you are. Though, only fools are the ones that are fearless. Real men aren’t afraid to admit when they’re scared.” You mumble, but everyone clearly heard you. Then one of the older and wiser ones said something that started a huge argument between all of them.
After a moment or two, this was completely unplanned, but you and Thorin both had stood up and yelled, “Enough!” Everyone went silent in shock and you glanced at Thorin to see the slight shift in his expression, showing that he found that funny.
“If we have read these signs, what makes you think others haven’t read them as well? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug hasn’t been seen in 60 years, and eyes have begun to spread to there. They are weighing the risk and wondering. The last of our people’s wealth lies in a mountain. Now, do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?” He said, and they cheered for a moment before the older one said something that made them think.
“You forget, the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain.” He said.
“That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.” Gandalf said before holding up a key. You look to Thorin to find an incredulous expression adorning his face. You saw his aura change to a fiery red, and you knew he was angry, so you left the room. You had never cared for being around people when they were mad, and you tried to avoid it as best you could. Auras could mess with your mood and you tried to tone it down as best you could, but sometimes you just couldn’t. And then that would entail you feeling the strongest emotion that you were around.
After a little while, you could feel the tension decrease immensely, and you decided you could go back to them. Everyone was much calmer than before, and they were somber as they began to sing. You went over and sat by Gandalf and laid back, as their voices lulled you to sleep.
Hope you like it!! Please let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged in this or anything I write!! And I am pretty sure this will be Thorin x Reader
Fandom: The Hobbit. Pairing: Fili x Reader ( ft the Company of Thorin Oakenshield) Word Count: 1.881
Requested by Anon:Can I request a Fili x Reader one shot? Human reader who is traveling with the company and she is very very shy. Fili is falling in love with her and he flirts with her and touches her a lot which makes her blush and get nervous but eh thinks it’s cute. Ends with them confessing their feelings a kiss?
A/N: Hey Anon! At first I had trouble with writing this. Falling in love isn’t just a process written in a thousand words. Therefore, I am making this a continuation. There will be coming multiple character as I write it. That way the feeling can be better related and everything just falls better in to place. I hope that is okay with you ^~^. I just can’t write this in one piece or it would be way too long for my liking. I hope you look forward to more!
“Gandalf.” The king said warmly, “I thought you said this place was easy to find. I lost my way. Twice.”
Bella snorted despite herself, trying to quickly cover it with a cough though it turned into a real cough when Thorin’s intense gaze turned to her.
“So,” he said, eyeing her up and down, “this is the hobbit.”
“Bella.” She corrected automatically, drawing herself to her full height (which honestly wasn’t very impressive when she was her real size let alone when she was smaller than a dwarf).
“What is she wearing?” Thorin addressed Gandalf and Bella bristled. She had never changed from the sweatpants and tanktop she had worn to bed- finding that all of her clothes had been replaced by long skirts, flowy tops, and corsets.
“She is standing right here. And she is wearing clothes, Mr. Oakenshield, the same as you. Though I managed to find my way here on time, which is where we differ.” She snapped.
The fact that it was her house and she had woken up there was unimportant.
Thorin’s mouth quirked into a smirk, “She looks more like a school teacher than a burglar.”
“I’ll have you know,” Bella ground out, “that I am a writer.”
“What is your weapon of choice?” Thorin continued like she had never even spoken, “Axe or Sword?”
“I don’t know, which one is better for smacking you upside the head with?”
The dwarf finally looked away as Gandalf walked up to him, nodding at the wizard in greeting. “Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice.”
The young brother dwarves laughed softly amongst themselves, muttering something about “Uncle Thorin’s sense of direction.” Apparently the regal dwarf got lost quite frequently, though Bilbo would never dare to point that out to him. He’d rather keep all of his limbs.
teaser to my upcoming fic Amrâlumê, Thorin’s sense of direction.
Thorin the Wise, he was called, Pennypincher Thorin, the Paper Prince. Sexiest and wealthiest bachelor according to Forbes, the willing and taxable 1%, head of Erebor conglomerates, fondly called “the Mountain”. He’s been there. He’s slept in the streets, stormed soup kitchens to keep his nephews and family fed. He knows what it’s like to have nothing. He knows what it’s like to stand in front of a panel of skeptical sponsors, convincing them to invest a second time in a company he was sure to revive.
Don’t wonder why he recycles paper cups. Don’t ask why he hangs around food stalls and talks to the vendors like they were old friends, when the meeting he’s headed for is catered by a hotelier sponsor. Don’t find it strange to see him look like a 6-foot-tall fool, fumbling with his scarf and scowling, standing outside Baggins’s tiny flower shop, as if he were a rascal caught snipping tulips from the bucket, and not the most powerful man on the Northern Grid.
Don’t tell him he looks like he’s seen a ghost.
Belated birthday Thorin + snippet for bilboo, who is amazing. Happy belated birthday!!
It was an act of mercy, Gandalf thought, and perhaps he was right. When he’d asked Bilbo, departing the foothills of Erebor on their way back (not ‘home’), “Have you got what you need?” and the Hobbit had said, “I carry what is mine,” it should have served as a warning. It was a small enough spell after all: every step away from the Mountain erased a part of the adventure that the poor Hobbit could have been better off without.
So when they reached the green door of Bag-End and Gandalf comments with no small care, “I see no reason why Thorin should have not found this on the first try,” he is met with a blank look and a wide smile.
“Oh yes, yes!” the Hobbit laughs. “You’d think dwarves have a sense of direction!” as if he were talking of an acquaintance, a person he knew; as if it were a fact; as if there was only the ease of friendship that grew between himself and this Thorin, dandelions in the valley, with their gnarled roots hidden and unchecked. As if Thorin existed to the Hobbit as a figure in his mother’s books, imagined and untouchable, and not a year’s worth of memory that his own spell had helped to erase. A thing best left behind.
The sun rises over the hill from the East. Bilbo’s shadow leads him long across the slope.
Meanwhile in Erebor, Thorin wakes up.
(Or, a sketch because ewww I had a bad week, and AU where Bilbo asks Gandalf to erase his memory of the journey partially, and Gandalf thinks it’s just the trauma that’s gonna go, but nope, trauma ain’t nothing next to the issue called Thorin Oakenshield)