Multifandom One-shots

12. Unforseen Fates - x female reader (The Hobbit)

I peered cautiously through my kitchen window, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows on the group approaching, unmistakably dwarfs by their stout statures and intricately braided hair, which became more distinct with each step. Except one of them clearly not a dwarf, except if he was really, REALLY tall one.

They appeared to be talking to each other, with the next one being sourer than the previous one. However, without the tall guy in the gray hat. I could clearly tell that another one in the group wasn't a dwarf due to his rather large and hairy feet.

It wasn't until I focused on the figure in the gray had that I recognized him. Gandalf, the wizard with his weird personality and questions. Oh, dang that guy, last time I saw him he asked for the most hilarious question ever asked, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes of his peculiar question about finding "the one." I have all my life without one, why bother getting one.

The sudden knocking on my door jolted me back to the present, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. As I approached the entrance, the voices outside continued their discussion.

"Are you sure someone lives here?" one voice questioned, and I strained to listen.

"Why can't we just barge in? The house looks abandoned," another voice suggested, followed by a more assertive tone, "We can just kick the door away."

My heart raced as I began walking quicker towards the door, not wanting to fix it. I quickly opened my door, to get a kick to my stomach making me groan in pain clutching my stomach.

I heard a bunch of whispers and gasps, as I tried to recover. I looked up, a slight glare evident on my face, my eye meeting Gandalf's. He smiled at me, even though my state was nothing to smile about.

Gandalf's smile widened as he extended a hand to help you up. "My apologies for the abrupt entrance, my friend. We're on a quest, and it seems we've taken a wrong turn. May we come in and rest for a while?"

I stared at him, then at the dwarfs behind him. "Like you would of taking a wrong turn Gandalf." I said in slight anger. Gandalf chuckled, seeming to find my anger amusing. "Y/N, I can get lost sometimes." But as I stared at him, he finally breathed out. "Okay, okay. You got me..." he was going to keep on talking before a harsh, yet royal voice spoke up. "What!"

Gandalf turned his head around, looking at a dwarf who stood with an air of regality amidst the group of dwarves. He possessed a commanding presence with his broad shoulders and a muscular frame. His intense blue eyes, like sapphires, reflected both wisdom and the weight of responsibilities.

His long, dark hair, streaked with strands of silver, cascaded down his back, giving him a distinguished and kingly appearance. His beard, meticulously groomed and adorned with intricate braids, framed his strong jawline. The years of battles and hardship were etched upon his weathered face, marked by a few scars that told tales of past conflicts.

His intense blue eyes meeting Gandalf's gaze. "You said you were taking us on a short cut." He said, anger evident in his voice. "Well, you wouldn't have followed me if I were to tell we were going to a house to get some rest and shelter." Gandalf replied, making my head snap in his direction taking my hands at my hips, some of the dwarfs backing slowly away.

Gandalf feeling the death glare at the back of his head turned towards me. Gandalf tried to smile, but since my glare didn't vanish, he stopped, breathing out with me waiting for an explanation.

Gandalf, still wearing a sheepish expression, attempted to break the tension. "Y/N, my dear friend, I assure you this detour was not intentional. But sometimes, the path to adventure takes unexpected turns."