The Hobbit Imagines: Volume I (DISCONTINUED)

Thorin - Hour of the Wolf

This is an imagine about you remembering your troubled past (you are from Earth). I hope you'll enjoy it guys!

I know leaving is the hardest thing you can do in your life. I did it; I left my home, friends, family - everyone I loved and cared for.

I didn't even expect coming here, to Middle-Earth, a fantasy world where many strange creatures live.

At first I didn't know if the Company of dwarves would accept me, but they did. I felt so relieved then, the warmth spreading in my chest like wildfire. I admit, I never felt so welcomed before, my parents were cold and uncaring towards me, I had only few friends I could trust. After my brother Eric died, I fell into a deep depression. My grades kept falling and falling, until my teacher called my parents. I smiled a bittersweet smile while thinking abut this particular memory:

FLASHBACK

"[Y/N], come down this instant!" shouts my father from the living room. I know I'm dead if go downstairs and there's only one option for me: to run away from here. Yet leaving my friends alone......No, I need to do this, I need to escape this reality, escape this pain my heart burns from. I gather only necessary things from my drawers and cupboards - some clean clothes, make up, toothbrush, phone, earphones, money and a copy of my favourite book: The Hobbit. It has been my most favourite book since I was five. I remember how my grandfather had read me this book chapter by chapter, right before I fell asleep, thinking about what would I do, if I ever came to Middle-Earth. My favourite character is Thorin Oakenshield. I know I haven't been trough all that hardship as he had, but I can understand him, not everyone can survive without family. But now is not the time to think about that. Once I'm finished packing my things, I open up the window and jump out of it. Fortunately I have a trampoline in my backyard. I bounce there a few times, before jumping off of it again and running to the fence surrounding my house. I swing up my legs over it and then I'm finally free. I can breathe much easier now. As I look towards the sunset, I know that my true life only begins.....

By the end of remembering this, I had tears streaming down my face like little waterfalls. I was sobbing quite loudly, though I wasn't hearing it. I also didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind me.

"Why are crying [Y/N]?" a soft baritone voice asked me. I immediately recognized it as Thorin's. I turned my teary eyes towards him and I swear, I nearly doubled over, when I saw my reflection in his eyes. I looked like a total mess. Suddenly I felt a painful pang in my head and the darkness engulfed me.

*At night*

I woke up with a jolt. I was panting, sweating, and there were tears rolling down my eyes. I looked around me. No orcs. The night was silent, except for the sound of snoring, coming from some of the dwarves. A small fire was lit between all of us, keeping us warm against the cold winds. I looked down at my hand, and saw that I had grabbed my dagger out of instinct. "You alright, lass?" asked Balin, as he walked towards me, worry showing on his face. I guessed he was on a guard duty today. I tried to remember what happened, but my hain was still painfully throbbing as if someone knocked me sledgehammer.

"I'm allright Balin, but can you tell me....what happened? I mean I was one moment I was in the forest and the next I went unconscious." he looked at me in concern. "Lass, it was only a nightmare, none of what said happened"