The Hobbit Imagines: Volume I (DISCONTINUED)

Dori - All grown up

Guys, there are so many ideas in my head, I just can't believe it!

Just like always you are being fussed over by Dori, but for this special occasion it has gotten even worse. Smiling stiffly at the grey haired dwarf, mumbling how poorly the bell sleeves are done on your dress and the train is a disaster beyond comparison.

Acutely aware of Dori's mother hen ways, you did not think that he would particular overrule the wedding plans. When it was formally announced that Thorin will take you as his queen, much was celebrated for, you were beaming. Except you remembered that you did not have a father, one that will walk you down the aisle.

 

It has never come across your mind that you will need anyone, but over the years of being close friends with Ori, Dori has taken over the father figure role. A surrogate naturally and when the idea crossed your mind to ask him, you became hesitant.

 

It has taken days for you to muster up the courage to ask and when you finally got a word in, he was rambling at the time before you interrupted him. Then in all of the years you have known him, he became silent. Questionably asking of his wellbeing before he proudly accepted your request, deeming it an honor.

 

With that said, his demands and strict style have increased. He wanted the best for you even though you could care less about being lavished in the best jewels, fabrics and shoes. All were foreign to you especially when a blacksmith measured your head for the crown that will be bestowed upon you during your coronation.

 

Stifling a yawn, your cheeks stretched as your eyes squinted. The attempt of hiding your fatigue failed, Dori's sharp eyes caught your body language. "Don't strain yourself too much, lassie."

 

"How can I not? Writing my vows have proven to be difficult, expressing my feelings on paper never have that feminine quality and I do not want to sound standard. Everything I say and do will be talked about, I will no sense of privacy anymore."

 

Dori frowned, circling around you as the seamstress altered the new fitting measurements he has given her. "You are feminine. Speak from your heart and it will flow easily. Your vows are meant for your husband not the entire kingdom...that is what your coronation is for." Hearing you groan, he poked the middle of your back when you started to slouch. "Conduct yourself like a lady, Y/n! You are going to be queen in a matter of days! Act like it!"

 

As you exhaled heavily, you winced feeling the slight sting from the needle that stabbed you while you shifted. There is no point in complaining, regardless you grumbled slightly.

 

The days cannot fly any faster as you have been tousled, spun, poked, stabbed and suffocated more than enough times to last eternity. Dori picked everything from the jewels to the shoes, constantly inquired you if you felt comfortable, even if there was a slight pinch, he would send them back.

 

You swear that you have been spoiled rotten.

 

Sitting on the chair, your handmaiden assisted you in getting ready. Thankfully this is the only time that you will have to yourself without everyone trying to give you last minute advice. Having written your vows last night, Dori would have a heart attack if he knew, you felt better.

 

If only the corset isn't so tight. The soft material of the dress shimmered in the natural light, creating waves around your ankles when you walked. The train simply a few feet instead of million mile length that some of the females wanted or insisted. One thing you did fuss over yourself is the length, you wanted something simple.

 

The natural regal style they wanted to portray you did not feel right especially when the crown that will be bestow upon you will already be too much.

 

As you were prepared to walk out of your room, Dori's voice could be heard along with Ori. You rolled your eyes hearing the older brother lecturing Ori on decency of a royal wedding and etiquette.

 

When the door swung open, Dori's worried voice stopped. His eyes looming over your form as you self-consciously pull at your sleeve. "By my beard, Y/n...you look beautiful."

 

A shy smile placed upon your lips, "Really?"

 

He smiled kindly, one of his hands gently slapping your hand tugging at your sleeve. Grabbing your hands for you to look at him, he said, "You truly look like a queen."

 

"Thank you, Dori." You smiled, he offered his arm and you gladly took it. Escorting you down the hall to await for you parade down the aisle. As you made your way, his words were short and swift, reminding you of the ceremony taking place after the wedding, your coronation before festivities were to begin.

 

Giving you quick tips of how to behave, you both stood in front of the large doors waiting for them to open. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled, gripping Dori's arm tighter. "We are lucky to have you as our queen, remember that." He murmured.

 

Your breath left you as the doors finally swung open. Hundreds of dwarves on either side of the aisle all gazed upon you as you kept your focus straight on. Right at Thorin giving you a ghost of a smile beneath his beard. Your heart has stopped refusing to let your eyes stray to take in the beauty and magnitude of you marrying a king.

 

Not once did you take it all in as you slowly made your way to the front. Dori turned to you giving you a soft peck on the cheek as he gives you away. As Dori made his way to sit next to his brothers, he stared at you gazing lovingly into Thorin's eyes as you recited the vows that you have written.

 

He smiled softly feeling the emotions swelling up inside of him. Burying himself in the preparations of this wedding has kept him sane, it has kept him from realizing that you will no longer be just an ordinary dwarrowdam that he needed to protect. The little dwarfling that would always tug on his trousers to expose his skivvies and you innocently explaining that Fili and Kili dared you to do so.

 

How wild you were when you were young, dashing about like some dwarrows and refusing to wearing dresses and skirts half the time. How he fussed over you to be more lady-like.

 

To see you transform from a dwarrowdam rolling around in the mud to the queen of Erebor made his eyes water with joy. Rapidly blinking, he patted his eyes with a handkerchief before clearing his throat before turning his head to a random group of dwarves with trembling lips, "My little girl is growing up so fast."