majesty that is thorin


Imagine Thorin accidentally calling you his wife.

You watched as Thorin unrolled the map across the long stone table, every one of his advisers shared the same look of exasperation and boredom. For hours, you had been sat in the council chambers, listening to him droning on about the elf king and their imminent meeting. It had taken months and cajoling from every single member of his council, but he had finally agreed to the affair.

Looking across the ink which traced every tree and twist of the Mirkwood forest, you nearly guffawed at the king as he stabbed an oblivious finger into the parchment, trying to lay out his path on the aged map. You looked around at the other dwarves, hiding their obvious amusement as the king went cluelessly on. You knew that no other would have the gull to speak up.

“Um, your majesty,” You chimed in the dulled silence, every head pricking up in anticipation, “You may want to turn the map right side up.”

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Feisty Little Hobbit

Summary: You’re Bilbo’s little sister, but you are the exact opposite.

Chapter Summary: You are asked to join a quest.

Notes: I’m going to be continuing from my other one-shot and I’m going to try to make other stories too. Have fun! Also no pairings just yet.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4  MASTER LIST

“Bringing along one hobbit is reckless enough, but two? That’s absolutely ridiculous. Plus one of them is a woman. She has no place amongst us,” Thorin says, making you scoff.

After the unwelcome dwarves had welcomed the leader of the unwelcomed Company, you decided you had had enough. Before you could insult every single person in your home, you made your way to your room, but you left your door open so you could listen in on these silly conversations.

“We should bring her in here to talk about it. She can handle a weapon. She stole yours to prove it and she’s very feisty. She’d be a great asset to our company, Uncle,” Fili states.

You don’t know how, but you know that it is his voice that is speaking.

“Very well. Master Burglar, would you please get your sister. It seems that I will not get rest if I do not at least speak to her,” Thorin says and after hearing Biblo agree, you hear footsteps coming to your room.

You feign sleep, but you know it’s not going to work. Not with your big brother.

“I know you’re awake y/n. You cannot fool me no matter how hard you try,” he says and you sigh, sitting up.

“I’m not going to speak with those silly dwarves,” you say stubbornly. “They won’t rest until they get an answer. Just hear them out and then turn them down,” he says. You sigh and stand, following him back to the dining room.

The company turns towards you, but your attention is turned toward Thorin.

“How can I help you, your majesty?” you ask sarcastically, bowing slightly. He sighs and rubs his temples. He’s only met you for five minutes, but you were already becoming a pain in his royal ass.

“My nephews want you to join us on our quest,” he states.

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asks, coming to stand next to you in the now crowded area.

“Let us have a little more light,” Gandalf says and Biblo moves away to grab another candle. You move to stand on the other side of Gandalf and next to Dwalin.

Gandalf brings out a map and explains the purpose of the unexpected party.

“I do not understand why Bilbo or myself will be needed,” you say, breaking the silence that has ensued after Gandalf’s explanation.

“Bilbo, and yourself if you decide to come, will acquire a gem inside of the mountain. A gem that proves that Thorin is the rightful king under the mountain,” Gandalf explains,”while Smaug is used to the smell of dwarf, he is unaccustomed to that of a hobbit.”

“Bilbo and I will not be going on this absolute suicide mission,” you reply shortly.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Miss Baggins. They are hardly burglar material,” Balin says and that makes you almost want to join the quest. Almost.

“Aye. The wilderness is not a place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves. Especially a woman,” Dwalin says and you resist the urge to slap his bald head. That comment makes you scoff and Gandalf upset. Before he can say something, you open your mouth.

“And how do I know you’re not women? If I remember correctly, you can’t really tell the difference between a male and female. For all I know, King Thorin could actually be Queen Thorin,” you say and you hear a choking noise from Gloin who had just taken a sip of ale. Thorn is glaring at you again.

“We are all male , thank you very much. Gandalf, I will not be taking these two hobbits with me,” Thorin growls out and Gandalf’s eyebrows furrow.

“You asked me to find the 14th member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There is a lot more to him than any of you know, including himself,” at this, he looks at Bilbo,“If Miss Baggins decides to join as well then it will be a company of 15.”

Thorn looks at Gandalf and nods.

“Very well. Hand them a contract,” he says and Balin stands and holds up two pieces of paper.

” It’s just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth,” he explains, handing one to me and the other to Thorin who shoves it into Bilbo’s chest.

“Funeral arrangements?” Bilbo asks, whimpering. He has always been the soft-hearted one. You read over yours quickly and Bilbo voices what you read.

“Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for injuries including but not limited to laceration, evisceration… incineration?” he asks, looking back at the company and you smile a little. He’s going to faint.

“One coin says that he’ll faint,” you whisper to Dwalin. He looks at you and then your brother. “He doesn’t seem that weak. You got a deal,” he says, holding out his hand. You shake it earning a small smile from Thorin.

“Aye, he’ll your flesh off in the blink of an eye,” Bofur states. Bilbo chokes and goes back into the hall.

“You alright there, laddie?” Balin asks.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I need. I need air,” Biblo says again and you give him another 40 seconds.

“Think furnace with wings. Flash of light, searing pain and puff. You’re nothing, but a pile of ash,” Bofur explains, yet again and you laugh quietly.

Bilbo straightens and looks at you and looks back ahead. “Nope,” he mutters before promptly fainting into your arms.

“Aye. How did you get there so quickly lassie?” Bofur asks as you gently lay him on the ground.

“I’m his sister. I know everything about him and you, Master Dwalin, owe me a coin,” you say smugly as Gandalf scolds Bofur.

It was decided then that you were going to be a part of this company whether Bilbo joined you or not.


Anonymous asked: Hi ! Can I request something with Thorin, maybe modern or something after the claim of Erebor ? Where she is a costume designer for the (little) princes, and everytime they hurt themselves in the orc hunt, they come back sweaty, bloody and with holes in their clothes, she scold them and sass them as possible, And that make smile and smirk thorin, and he begins to appreciate her more and more, and they end kissing ? thank you ;)

Here is your one-shot, anon! I do not own Thorin, Fili or Kili. They belong to J.R.R.Tolkien. 

Warnings: Fluff overload. Everybody lives AU

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader, Fili, Kili

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

The door of your little shop opened, making you look up from your work. Standing in front of you were the two princes of Erebor and their uncle, Thorin. You stood to curtsy, but Thorin waved his hand. The two princes refused to meet your gaze, which was odd unless…“Did you rip your new cloaks already?” They gave identical, sheepish nods. You rolled your eyes. “Let me see the damage.”

               You were a designer of sorts. Your top priority was making certain Thorin and his nephews, as well as your own King Bard looked like the royalty they were. Unfortunately, the two younger Durins always managed to find trouble, meaning they needed their clothes repaired often.

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Royal snowball fight

Originally posted by tinysofia

A/N: this shot is based on this imagine by @captainsxlo 

imagine the kids of Erebor having a snowball fight and accidentally hitting thorin and SHITTING THEMSELVES because holy crap they’d just hit king thorin with a snowball and thorin joins in and plays with the kids

So I stumbled upon this a few days ago and found it so adorable, that I just had to make a drabble out of it. I had literally so much fun whilst writing it and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did xx.

Word count: 1577

Warnings: none

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TTB--Handle the Situation...Personally

Title: Touch the Butts Hobbit Edition— Handle the situation…personally

 Summary: You were a simple office worker, until a twist of fate sends you tumbling into Middle Earth and into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.  You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know if you will survive, but you have this feeling that there is a great love story in the making.  But who will be the one you are destined to be with?  Make your choice and Touch the Butts.  

 Warnings: Language. Nudity.

 Start from the Beginning

Originally posted by life-is-righteous

Originally posted by tlotrgifs

After the drama upon first arrival, you quickly relaxed and enjoyed yourself.  You had to admit, Rivendell was beautiful.  The buildings were open and airy, the sounds of the waterfall and the animals and creatures, the beautiful gardens.  It was like a scene from a painting, so beautiful it was almost as if it weren’t real.  But it was, and you were here.  And damn, you were going to enjoy it!

The first night was a special dinner Lord Elrond held in the company’s honor.  But beforehand, he offered rooms and chances to bathe. Of course, the dwarves weren’t having it, but you and Bilbo were quick to accept.  The dwarves grumbled and complained, and a couple even tried to follow you, claiming to go as protection, but you shooed them away.

A friendly elf by the name of Elladan was your guide.  He stood tall, long dark hair, pretty light eyes.  But what was more, he was friendly, offering simple conversation and putting you at ease as you walked.  He explained art and the culture of his homeland, and even shocked you by explaining his family line.  

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The Line of Durin.

Woah…big post.  I actually wanted this to go horizontal and then I realized that format really wasn’t going to work on the interwebs very well.  Hmmm…thinking of making this a print.

I think these were always meant to be shown together.

Never Been Courted

A Wattpad request. I do not own Thorin. He belongs to J.R.R.Tolkien. 

Warnings: Um…none that I can think of. Everybody lives AU

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader

Originally posted by laurensparkesstuff

Your parents looked at you expectantly. What were you supposed to say? “Y/N, dear?” you mother began and you indicated that you needed a moment. You wondered how they could spring this on you so suddenly. “You want me to travel to Erebor, practically alone, to try and win the heart of the King Thorin?” You’d never heard anything so ludicrous.

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Understanding (Care For Series)

Originally posted by emilythelotrfan

Pair: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (a pretty short one too lol) + Gandalf being a sweet fatherly figure

Genre: Arguing, Angst, Fluff

Prompt/s“Are you okay?” “ Just how stupid do you think I am?”

A/N: Hello everyone! I thought I would write a few imagines from the Hobbit with Thorin x reader feels, and maybe even other characters if I get the extra time. Hope your all taking care of yourselves, and I apologise for not posting a lot, year 12 is taking the kick out of me and need a way to chill. If you wish to request, please do but it will take me a while to attend to them. Enjoy!| Inspiration:thereandbackagainimagines

Masterlist + Hobbit Masterlist

‘Y/N, may I introduce you to Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of this company and the heir to Erebor’s throne.’ I couldn’t help but smile at the dwarf, aged but still the stoic image of a true leader.

With a small smile, I gave a bow, ‘I am at your service your Majesty, and would be humbled to join your quest.’ Thorin was silent, his eyes roving over my form before turning to Gandalf. ‘She’s not welcome to join us.’

I was flabbergasted. ‘Um-I-uh-Beg pardon-What?’

‘She can’t come with us and thats final!’ I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the stubbornness of the King under the Mountain . Gandalf was, and had been a good friend to me, someone who had taught and advised me for many years of my life, and on a visit to Bree, he requested that I should join his quest alongside the desperate dwarf King to reclaim his home.

Usually I would deny his requests to join him on many of his journey’s, but after hearing the stories of these dwarves losing their home all over the greediness of a single dragon made me tremble, and agreed immediately. However I was now coming to regret that decision and sympathy towards them, especially their so called King.

‘Thorin be reasonable now! This woman is giving up her own safety to help you reclaim your home! Don’t you have any gratitude left to show?!’ Gandalf cried, only to be met with Thorin’s scoff, some of his company members chuckling, ‘And why should I be grateful accepting the help from a miserable human like you.’

‘You should accept all the help you can get, wasn’t it your own kind who believed this journey wasn’t even worth the time and didn’t come to your aid?! Huh?!’  At this they all went silent, Thorin’s lips now in a firm, tight line as I turned towards the wizard who towered over me, ‘Do you really expect that I’m going to help a ungrateful arrogant dwarf like him Gandalf? Think again!’

‘My dear please, lets speak about this-’

‘Let her go Gandalf!’ Thorin bellowed as he went into the sitting room without turning, ‘Good riddance if you ask me.’ 

The dwarves went silent at their leader’s exclamation, some casting dirty look towards him. With a growl of anger, I pushed past Gandalf and the little hobbit who scrambled out of my way as I slammed the door of him once cosy home open.

I never should have left home, I thought to myself. This is what I get when I want to try and help others. 

With home the only set destination, I continued my way down the path, ignoring the distant voices that called my name, only to stop when a firm hand grabbed my arm, twisting me around to face the blond bearded dwarf, a brunette also standing by his side, Fili and Kili I think it was.

‘I apologise for our Uncle’s bad behaviour. I know he can be a bit of a pain … at times.’ I scoffed. ‘At times?’

The blond one just smiled at this, shaking his head, ‘Well maybe a lot. But he has his good side too like everyone does. He’s gone through quite a lot in the past few years. I guess he just has a lot of trouble trusting other races other than his own kin.’

‘I can see that!’ I say, running a hand through my hair with a huff, ‘Well I know when I’m not welcome to a party. I reckon I should get going I lose the light of the sunset-’

‘Well that’s the thing, we - saying me and my brother Fili - would like you to join our journey to the mountain.’ I looked towards them quickly, confusion painting my features as he just smiled, ‘I know you must be confused, but were not like our uncle. We would like all the help that we can muster, especially the intelligence of another species.’ 

‘Are you trying to flatter me?’

‘Well don’t they say flattery is the best persuasion?’ Fili knocked his brother over the head, muttering in Khuzdul only to earn him a groan and I couldn’t help but smile at this, shaking my head, ‘Very well I’ll join you if that’s what you want!’ 

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That Doesn’t Mean What You Think It Means

A/N: So I can’t remember where I saw the imagine that was the inspiration for this, but it was about teaching Thorin and Co. slang from our world. (It’s based on an ENTIRELY REAL conversation that happened between me and my dad.)

Coming from the modern, normal world to Middle Earth where there are Elves and evil jewelry was a big adjustment, needless to say. However, one large adjustment you hadn’t anticipated was having to, for the most part, give up all slang. Words you hadn’t even realized were slang turned out to be slang and you had to translate what you meant to the company. Eventually, you decided to teach the company a bunch of slang words ranging from ones you tended to use regularly to more fun ones. You should have known it wouldn’t end well.

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Fluffy Friday Thought (Bagginshield, of course)

After Thorin’s official coronation as King under the Mountain, Bilbo becomes totally shy and awkward in his presence, especially in public situations because he doesn’t know how to address him anymore. He tends to call him “my king”, but that’s too embarrassing and obvious, isn’t it!? So he uses formal titles like “your majesty” and “your highness”.

Thorin, of course, sees the estrangement between them as his own fault … until he and Bilbo are confronted (a scheme of Fíli and Kíli, very probably). And when Thorin finds out that Bilbo isn’t sure how to talk to him, the king, in public anymore, he’s like “We’re alone right now. How would you call me when it is just the two of us?”

And Bilbo just calls him “Thorin”, and there’s so much emotion in his voice that even Thorin realizes what’s going on, and Thorin’s smile is so soft that even Bilbo realized what’s going on … and hug and kiss happy end :)


A Thorin Fanfic

This is eventually going to lead into this imagine here

Honestly, she hadn’t intended to rock up at the door in this condition, she’d intended for it to be a surprise not a plea for help.

So she knocked on the door with a strong sense of trepidation.

It was Gandalf that answered.

He frowns down at her.  "Evanna?“

There was a loud crash before she could speak and they both looked at the other doorway as Thorin dashed out.

He looked livid.

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impalafortrenchcoats  asked:

Thilbo - birthday suit

Why this phrasing? If this is silly, I blame you. Uh. AU: Everybody Lives.

Explicit? | ~900

Maybe Bilbo has had a bit too much of the Gaffer’s homebrew…or maybe it’s the simple fact that the King Under the Mountain had shown up to his silly little birthday party.

Either way, Bilbo is giggling like a fauntling and trying not to show everyone in the Shire how excited he is to have Thorin back in Hobbiton, and perhaps to not draw too much attention to having Thorin back in Bag End.

It’s not like there’s necessarily anything untoward in having Thorin over in his smial as the party dies down and all his neighbors return home.

He’s just visiting with an old friend who happens to be a dwarf.

And his old friend just might spend the night in his cozy little hobbit-hole.

Alright, alright. When phrased that way, the glow of Bilbo’s blush could light the way for weary travelers and it’s not what he means–

Who is Bilbo trying to fool? It’s exactly what he means.

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TTB--Human Relations

Title: Touch the Butts Hobbit Edition— Human Relations

 Summary: You were a simple office worker, until a twist of fate sends you tumbling into Middle Earth and into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.  You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know if you will survive, but you have this feeling that there is a great love story in the making.  But who will be the one you are destined to be with?  Make your choice and Touch the Butts.  

 Warnings: Language. Slight Angst.

 Start From the Beginning

Originally posted by farishkam

Having Oin clear the king and princes to be able to function on their own was one of the greatest, and saddest, moments of your life.  And that made you question your life choices…just a little bit.  

On one hand, you were happy you didn’t have to fight with one of them each morning to help get them ready and off to their duties.  But on the other…what were you going to do now?

The restoration of Erebor was well underway, and the problem was, you couldn’t really help with it.  You weren’t a miner, or a stone crafter, or big and strong like Dwalin to be able to keep people in line.  You were just a human girl who really wished these dwarves knew what indoor heating and cooling was.  

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common bagginshield character tropes

- never there
- super supportive
- vague
- probably hiding an illicit love affair with radagast but otherwise just tells one party or the other that they’re hopelessly in love and can’t see it

- absolute mother hen
- ori do not tell me you are courting that, that thing
- likely attacks dwalin

- definitely attacks dwalin
- thief with a good heart
- wants the best for ori
- dwalin, however, he is still debating about being the “best”

- tiny and knits
- actually precious
- probably the bird child of the group
- learns how to clean weapons of dwalin and gives him hundreds of sweaters and mitts
- sassy every durin’s day or so

- thorin’s right hand man
- explains dwarf culture to bilbo
- “thorin… ur gay”
- my majesty my ass
- is so done with them

- loves ori
- will fight anyone who stops him and ori from being the most sickeningly sweet shits ever
- fears dori more than smaug
- gruff n’ ruff but a big teddy bear

- loves his brother
- also kicks his brother’s ass
- mother you won’t believe this
- helps his uncle woo the fair maiden bilbo
- gets his ass kicked by his uncle because he doesn’t want to woo fair maiden bilbo no definitely not

- too cute to get his ass kicked
- usually, that is
- is loved more than life by company
- actual lost puppy
- sometimes gets swayed by tauriel if she exists and gets distracting
- otherwise spends most time trying to seclude uncle and bilbo in sexually frustrating and forcefully gay situations

- likes medicine
- healer
- tiny too
- not much information on this one, lowkey angsty

- that’s it
- that’s his entire arc

- ???
- who???
- like, i am not sure how often he shows up but
- not enough for me to give any descriptors

- again with the no info
- i feel
- like he sometimes supports thorin
- but maybe he has only that job

- large and physically dominating but pure and happy
- eats a lil too much
- helps with the idea of love

- emotionally constipated
- gets grumpy easy
- pathetically pines the entire time
- but also
- it’s like a competition for what he loves more
- but in the end
- it’s always bilbo <3

- loves to garden
- could go on for h o u rs about it
- doesn’t notice thorin’s affections like ever
- needs company help
- fili and kili are of no help
- someone save this poor child he just has a minor major crush on his majestic leader but can’t understand it

- hilarious
- SAV a g E
- kicks her brothers ass
- rightfully, of course
- caused a lot of PTSD for thorin probably
- fixes everything
- you endangered my children and now im going to endanger your chance of having future children :)
- halfling. be… be a good suitor. my brother needs it