Tolkien One-Shots Book 2!

Engaged in Hatred (Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader)

(Everybody Lives AU)

You let out a huff as your door closed behind you. You hated that dwarf. Absolutely loathed him. How dare he?! How dare they?! Thorin and your father had NO right to arrange your marriage behind you back. Especially not to Thorin himself! The two of you hated each other, so why would he agree to marry you in the first place?! Did he really just want to make you miserable?

And what of Bard? You loved him not Thorin, but Bard would never pursue you now that you were betrothed to another. Thorin and your father had ruined your life in one single day. Well, you weren't going to take that lying down. One thing was for certain, you were going to make certain Thorin's life was going to be a living hell from now on.

*time skip*

You ignored the pounding on your chamber door, humming a tune to yourself. Thorin had practically ordered you to join him for dinner. You weren't about to bend to his will, king or not. The servant in the room with you sat wringing her hands nervously. "My Lady, perhaps we should-" You looked at her and she stopped speaking.

"If Thorin wishes to sup with me, he shall have to be more polite than ordering me about and losing his temper." She bit her lip and nodded. "But, My Lady, how can you get to know your betrothed if you spend no time together?" Your eyes narrowed. "Did my father put you up to this? I don't want to get to know the king. He despises me and I simply return the favor. That is the way it has always been. I did not ask for this betrothal nor did I want it."

Your maid did not reply and the knocking on your door ceased. When it had been quiet for a few minutes, you sent the maid away and sat at the vanity. Instead of studying your own reflection, you decided to write another letter. You'd been writing letters to Bard every week since your betrothal had been set. He never replied, but then, you hadn't expected him to. Bard was a man of honor and he wouldn't never step between you and your betrothed no matter how much he loved you. Your only source of happiness was your friendship with Thorin's nephews.

Fili and Kili were so different from their uncle and it was refreshing. You loved spending time with them; something that irked Thorin to no end. The two young princes also longed for you to get to know and potentially love their uncle, but they were much more subtle about it. Well, Fili was anyway. Kili didn't talk about it having already been on the receiving end of your ire when it came to the subject of Thorin.

You were lost in thought and also didn't hear the knocking at your door. With a sigh, you told whoever it was to come in. To your surprise it was Thorin who opened the door. His blue eyes, which normally held disdain for you, were softer than you'd ever seen them. Your lips turned down into a slight frown.

"Your Majesty," you greeted as you stood. "My lady," he began, his voice low, "I realize that I have been...unfair to you. You did not ask for this arrangement and I should not have agreed to it without your consent." You looked into his eyes. They were practically begging you to believe his words and to forgive him. "I see. Then why did you?" you asked. You needed to hear his response before you did anything else.

"My people expect much from me. Including finding a queen. Of all the...maidens that threw themselves at me, I could not find a single one who I could see by my side. And then your father brought you to Erebor and you challenged me and spoke your mind. You infuriated me and intrigued me at the same time. When your father offered your hand, I accepted without a second thought. Had I known you felt such hatred toward me, I would not have. Nor would I had I known your affection for the king of Dale."

For a few moments, it was quiet between you as you processed his words. "I-I accept your apology. And I forgive you. As for Bard, my father would not have allowed me to wed him. I only ask for patience with me. I cannot simply change from loving him to being ready to love someone else so quickly. I hope you understand." Thorin gave you a smile before bowing slightly. "Then I shall strive to earn your friendship before I earn your affection. I will leave you to your supper. Good evening." He turned to leave only for you to stop him. "Would you care to join me?"

True to his word, Thorin spent time with you every single day from then on. He took the time to learn about you. About your childhood, your hobbies, your likes and dislikes. He was more attentive than you'd ever thought and you soon learned he was quite the story teller himself. You loved listening to him speak, especially when he told stories of himself and Dis as they grew up together and ones about him and his nephews. Thorin could be quite funny when he allowed himself to let his guard down. It was during one of these stories that you realized your feelings for the king had begun to change.

Thorin was telling you a story about how his nephews had somehow gotten Dwalin to help them with a prank against the poor hobbit, Bilbo, during dinner. His eyes were crinkled up as he could hardly get through the story through his laughter. You never would have thought Thorin capable of such a thing. He must have hidden his amusement well on the journey. As you watched his face, the realization that you were beginning to fall for him hit you like a fast moving horse-drawn cart.

The Thorin you had been spending time with was not the same Thorin you thought you knew when you first arrived in Erebor. This Thorin was still stern when he needed to be, but he'd learned to curb his temper. This Thorin had moments of laughter and merriment. This Thorin treated you well; like a queen instead of someone beneath him. He let you challenge him and tell him off when his temper did get the better of him.

"Y/N?" You blinked, bringing yourself out of your daydream. You were met with Thorin's smiling face. "Where did you go?" You bit your lip and laughed lightly. "My apologies. I was lost in thought." Thorin sat back in his chair and hummed. "May I ask what thoughts have you looking so surprised and content at the same time?" You studied his face for a brief second before your mouth decided to speak.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," you whispered, your words echoing through the room. Thorin's fork dropped from his hand and hit the plate with a loud clatter. His eyes widened. "You are?" It was the first time you'd heard him anything but confident. It was as if he couldn't believe that you would love him. "I am. You are so different than I thought and I'm sorry I was so judgmental of you. And that I was so stubborn." He reached across the table, his hand palm up. You slid your own hand into his.

"There is nothing to apologize for, Y/N. I did not treat you kindly and your stubbornness was one of the reason I fell in love with you as well." It was your turn to be surprised. Thorin laughed at the look on your face. "Do not look so bewildered, Amrâlimê. It would have been impossible for me not to love you. I love you far more than I ever expected."

You stood up then, and moved to stand right by his chair. He looked at you confused as you reached down to cup his face. "Will you still marry me?" you asked, and he chuckled at you. "You are the only one I would ever marry." You smiled as tears began fall. Thorin reached up to swipe the tears from your cheeks. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm just so happy and I cannot wait to marry you." Thorin stood and took your hand in his. "Then we won't wait. We can have Balin marry us now. We shall have the extravagant wedding for the kingdom later." Your giggles carried throughout Erebor as Thorin practically dragged you to where Balin was.