The Hobbit - Imagines & Short Fics

Thorin

(Written especially for richardarmibabe XD)
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The battle in Ravenhill raged on. You fought side by side with the two brothers. The goblin mercenaries were endless and they completely swarmed the place at the beginning of the battle; but with your good coordination and their skills in combat, all three of you came out victorious; though you were all drained.

You were just beginning to cool down when Dwalin came hurrying. He was clearly relieved to find all three of you mostly unscathed with only minor wounds, but fear was still written all over his face.

"We couldn't find Thorin," he panted.
Your breath was caught on your throat, and you could feel your heart rate spiking up.
Any news you expected Dwalin to bring, it wasn't that.

Thorin. That dwarf; that stupid dwarf that has become so important to you in such a short time.
He is your world, even though you weren't sure he felt the same way towards you.

He was supposed to be your first priority. You have insisted to come and fight with him, and he brushed you off; telling you to fight alongside his nephews instead, with the reason that they needed you more than he did.

If only he wasn't so stubborn.

You clenched your fist and gritted your teeth, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill out. The panic you felt at the beginning of the battle, it was nothing compared to this.

Without thinking twice, you set off to find him, ignoring Dwalin and the two brothers' cries trying to stop you.
You have sworn to protect him even with the cost of your life, and you will do exactly that. Your hand tightened around the hilt of your blades as you begun to scout the entire place, the chill breeze hitting your face as you ran as fast as you could.

It wasn't long until you found him.

But you were nearly too late, maybe only a fraction of a second.

Azog had his blade held high, and he laid there under the pale orc, defenseless. You knew he was wounded, even though it wasn't visible to you that time; he would have fought until his last as long as he still had the ability to.

With that sight in front of you, your instinct went berserk. No one should ever lay their hands on your beloved and get away with it.

Azog will pay for this, you thought to yourself; pulling the blades out from their case as you ran to attack.

The pale orc was too focused on Thorin that he was caught completely off-guard, and he roared in pain when your blade slashed through him. But he won't give up easily without a fight, as you will find out soon. It turned out to be a long and exhausting battle, and you earned yourself a nasty gash on your arm before managing to drive your blade through his stomach, ending his life.

You were finally able to breathe again as the orc dropped dead.

"Thorin," you whispered.
Your blades dropped from your hands to the icy ground, and you kneeled in front of him to make sure he was okay. Your good arm moved to his back to lift him off the ground, and he grunted in pain.

"Call Dwalin, and Fili, and K--" his eyes narrowed for a moment, and then widened back. It was a small change of expression that most people wouldn't catch, but you knew him enough to realize something is wrong. Slowly you begin to feel nauseous, and your vision blurred.

Did something happen to me?

"Thorin... what is it?"

"Y/N, your arm..." Your eyes moved to the large gash on your arm, and suddenly your mind snapped back to reality; your clothes were drenched in your blood, some of it dripped to the ground and staining it red. You just realized the cause of your dizziness: you lost quite an amount of blood.

"It's... it's nothing. I'll... get... help..."

You tried to get up, but even such a simple act made you lost your balance. You fell next to him, and your vision goes black.

"Y/N."

You could recognize that voice anytime. It was Thorin's. You groaned as your eyelids fluttered open, still feeling dizzy and disoriented.
Especially when you woke up and realized you have no idea where you are.

You can feel a grip tightening on your hand, and your eyes moved to your side only to meet his.

You wanted to reach out to him so badly, but you found no energy to do so; all you managed was a weak smile.

"I'm so glad you're fine, Thorin."

"You saved me."

"It was nothing. I knew I had to do it."

"Y/N, I thought I have lost you."

"I..."

You never get to finish your words, because as soon as they escaped your lips, he immediately sealed it with his.