Imagine If....

Preference #6

Where you first meet:

Bilbo: In Bree. He was on his way home, from his extraordinary adventure to Erebor. He was travelling by foot, carrying a large amount of luggage on his back. He was very tired, and decided to stay the night at The Prancing Pony Inn. When he had walked in through the bar, he saw the most beautiful hobbit sitting at a table alone enjoying a small glass of orange juice. Bilbo saw a man giving you filthy disgusting looks, and decided to intrude, before something happened. He walked over and asked to sit with you; of course you said yes, enjoying the only nice hobbit around's company. You talked all night, talking about everything and anything- laughing, empathising, simply enjoying the company a lot more than you ever had. From there on, you invited each other round to the your homes, going for long walks through the fields and forests, even going out for a few evening dinners. It turned into a deep, growing love for each other.

Thorin: The Battle for Erebor. Although it was probably not the best way to meet each other, it was very lucky you were there. You managed to arrive on the ice cliff top just in time, tackling Azog off of Thorin, and pushing him over the edge of the cliff. You saved Thorins life, along with his nephews. A mere dwarf from the Iron Hills, saving the King under the mountains life- wow. Thorin looked at you in utter shock- and relief. The sun shon behind your body, wisps of light escaping around your body. He truly thought you were an angel at first, but did finally realise that you were an actual dwarf, when you walked over to him and gasped out, searching for oxygen, "Hi, I'm Y/N."

Legolas: The lonely forest. It was located in the centre of Middle Earth, once filled with joy, but then turned to sad and illness. You were visiting there, checking upon the nature, and hopefully being able to heal what has been pained. You were known in Middle Earth as "Y/N the Gentle", being known for your kindness and love for all that posses good within them. As you were talking to the trees, whispering soft elvish songs throughout their leaves, you heard faint footsteps walking towards you. You turned around, slowly walking forward towards the sound. Through an opening of the bushes, a tall, blonde haired elf appeared. He had kind blue eyes, a defined jaw line; he was very handsome. He looked as shocked to see you as you were to see him.

"H-hale Y/N, the Gentle." He stuttered, leaning down on one knee.

"Please," I spoke kindly, "Call me just Y/N."

"Okay, 'just Y/N'" He smiled, standing up again.

For hundreds of years since then, he had called you 'Just Y/N', reminding you of the day you both met.

Thranduil: Lothlorien. Lady Galadriel decided that she would hold the Feast of Starlight, creating an extraordinary event. You had been slightly late, entering the lit up gardens after everyone had already arrived. You had tried to enter without anyone noticing, walking slowly down the steps, your beautiful dress trailing slightly behind your feet. Without knowing though, you had caught the attention of a certain elf King. King Thranduil watched you walk your way through the elves, slightly blushing under the eyes of the admired elves. He made his way after you, nodding at a few high elves along the way. He saw you talking to Lady Galadriel, both of you smiling at something she had said. Thranduil came over to you both, tapping you gently on the soldier.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if I could steal you away from Lady Galadriel, and offer you your first dance?" He asked, calmly asking, secretly hiding the nervousness inside him.

"I would love to." You smiled, taking his hand he held out to you.
Lady Galadriel looked at you both, smiling at the love that was to come.

Bard: At Tilda's 6th birthday party. Your sister had caught a cold, so you had offered to take your niece to her friend Tilda's party. You arrived at Bards house, knocking on the door gently. The door opened, revealing a young boy- Bain. He led you inside, taking you to where the few parents were talking in the kitchen. You decided to go check on the young ones, seeing what game they are playing now. It seems that you weren't the only one checking on them, as you had bumped into a hard chest along the way. You looked up, coming face to face with Tilda's dad, Bard.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry." You said, looking up at him embarrassed.

"No no! It was my fault, honestly." He smiled, "I'm Bard, Tilda's father. Who's mother are you?"

"Oh no- my niece is here. Her mother is sick, so I am looking after her for a while." You said, nodding your head towards your niece.

"Oh, I see, that's very kind of you. Well, when she gets better, and you have some free time, I would love to take you to dinner and get to know you better." He said, running his hand through his hair nervously.

"It sounds like a plan." You smiled at him, Bard mirroring the genuine smile.