The Hobbit - Imagines & Short Fics

Thorin

Written for ThoraOakenshield, I'm so sorry it takes so long :") I hope you enjoy!

-

It's a strange place, and a strange world.

Everything feels so strangely peaceful and serene, and dare to say, a bit oddly familiar as well; compared to the usual hustle and bustle of your everyday life in the big city.

The occupants of this place, Rivendell; are Lord Elrond and his children and they are very friendly to you. I mean, if you were to switch places and you're the one who have to face strangers tresspassing with odd clothing and mannerisms and no recollection of how they got there, you probably would have shut the door on them.

But Lord Elrond didn't. He welcomed you in, even helped explaining a little about this world you're currently in and he gives you a place to live and clean clothes as well. That's after he made sure you were not a threat, of course. He was also intrigued of your story, and made you tell all about your world.

It irks you that you can't remember what happened before you got here, and anything from your childhood. All you know is that you've been in your 20s, living in that apartment and working in a publishing company forever.

That, combined with the fact that everything in this world feels oddly familiar, and somehow more comfortable than your studio apartment back in your world. But even after that fact, you still deeply missed your old life and at times wishing you could return, even though even Lord Elrond had admitted that he couldn't help the matter and had no idea how you suddenly appeared here, other than a few times he spoke to you about a "connection" that you might have with this world. You never truly understood what he meant, since you're not even aware of this place before you suddenly got transported here.

Until one day, a company of dwarves came to this place. You only knew they were dwarves after noticing the huge distinction in appearance compared to the elves living here (and also after asking around several times, of course). You had no problem with them, even moreso than most of the elves around, since all you do every day was visiting the library to learn more about this place and nothing else. The dwarves were rather a nice addition.

Although, there is one thing that slightly bothered you.

The first time you saw him, you were just making your way to Lord Elrond's library accompanied with the scribe of the house. You were, thankfully, in one of your best evening gowns, your hair tied up into a bun. A bit impatiently, you rushed through the walkway you know as well as the back of your hand to reach the library, only to come head to head with one of the dwarves from the company, who seems to be no less than the leader: Thorin Oakenshield, according to Lord Elrond; seeing how he seems to be wandering alone while the others are still in the dining room.

He stopped for a while, and his expression suddenly turned sour as he thought you were also one of the elves here; but before walking away something seems to snap when he noticed about your height. You couldn't be an elf, you're around the same height as him, if not shorter. His gaze turned to you and as soon as your eyes met, his expression changed entirely.

He knows your name.

You heard him whisper it under his breath, very shortly before he muttered something to himself and turned his gaze away from you. He walked away as soon as you met, leaving you puzzled.

He had tears in his eyes.

And in this quiet evening, he followed you all the way to the balcony. You were there all by yourself, a little bit confused by today's events.

How did he know your name?

You were sure you've never met him in Rivendell before, this is the first time you saw a dwarf before.

Is it possible that he's just like you, suddenly appearing in here, transported from his normal everyday life for no reason? There's a possibility, but he seems too familiar with this place to be someone like you.

"Y/N."

A rough voice suddenly called out from behind, startling you. You turned around only to meet the same face that you saw earlier today.

"Master Thorin," you smiled, bowing your head a bit. "It seems that you know your way around here."

There were something in his eyes. Something lit up in him that you didn't see before. His eyes were hopeful, especially when he gazed at you.

"You remember my name."

A connection. Lord Elrond spoke of a connection, was this what he meant?

How come you can't remember anything?

"No, I do not," you said in an apologetic tone, although this leaves you with even more questions. Have you been here before, somehow?
"Lord Elrond told me about your name. I believe we have not met before."

He turned his face away from your eyes, tears were beginning to brim in his eyes.

"We lived together," he said, in a bitter tone. "Do you not remember any of the days we spent? Do you not remember Ered Luin?"

"You were my One, Y/N. We have been together for ten years, you disappeared one day. I could not forgive myself. You're here now, but..." He couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence, as he had to stop to regain control of himself. You looked away in silence.

The sun began to set as the day came closer to an end, basking the balcony and both of you in its light. Your shadow grew longer behind you, and so does the increasing feeling of frustration in you.

Is this what was causing the feeling of familiarity the first moment you stepped into this place? Because you have lived here in this world before, somehow?

Your gaze turned to the stranger in front of you, hoping something snaps in you and you're able to remember something, anything.

Ten years were not a short time to spend together. Ten years would be a lot of memories to lose.

And you cannot bring yourself to remember any of it.

Slowly, you begun to feel your own tears filling your eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot remember anything."

But that feeling of peace is still there when you see him.

It does feel like seeing someone you know, even though you cannot remember anything from the days you have spent with him.

Your own tears started to fall.

Perhaps, both of you can try again.