Imagine If....

You are blinded by gold: part 1

Y/N POV:

He wasn't himself. He was consumed by Dragon Sickness, his heart corrupted by the need for gold. This was not the Thorin Oakenshield that I fell in love with, the Thorin Oakenshield that had captured my heart and treasured it. Not anymore, now he treasures gold more than my heart, my love. It was not just myself he had neglected, but his own kin, his own family.

I, along with Dwalin, was in the halls throne room of Erebor, listening to Thorin drive himself insane. The fight for the mountain was going on outside, whilst we coward away inside against our will.

"We can't hide away Thorin, whilst dwarves are being slaughtered outside, for us, for you." Dwalin spoke, looking very frustrated and angry.

"Do not talk to me as if I were a scared child. I am your king! You listen to me; you follow my orders!" Thorin shouted, swinging his sword around as if he were drunk. He was drunk, drunk with power.

"You were always my king, you used to know that once." Dwalin spoke, Lookin ashamed in Thorin. I stood to the side, tears threatening to fall, as I watched my love slowly become a monster. Thorin slowly turned around, nothing but a fierce look in his eyes. The eyes that used to sparkle as bright as any jewel in this cursed mountain.

"Get out. Before I kill you." Thorin spat, as if he were speaking to filth- did he not realise he was talking to his own kin, his brother?

"What?" Dwalin whispered, looking like he was about to cry himself. Thorin had broken his heart, they were once brothers, now only strangers. Dwalin looked down at his feet, and turned and walked away.

"How could you do that? How can you talk to your best friend as if he were a rat in the depths of the mountain? Where have you gone? You have disappeared into a depth of selfishness and love for gold." I said fiercely, yet getting no where. I was only talking to the back of his thick skull, his long black hair trapped under his damn crown.

"Did I not say to get out?" He turned to me, anger stuck to his face like glue.

"Excuse me?" I spoke, a little shocked and very much angered. What is he on about?

"Get. Out" He spat, slowly walking closer, "Or I swear my sword will enter your stomach." He raised his sword to my stomach, firmly, yet not painfully, putting the point of it to my abdomen.

"Who are you...." I whispered, letting a salty tear fall down my cheek.

For that one second where the tear drop was falling to the floor, I could see a flicker of shock on Thorins own face.

"Y/N...." Thorin whispered, letting his vulnerability pouring through his voice.