Multifandom One-shots

48. Stones of Love, Part 1 - Thorin x female reader (The Hobbit)

Erebor stood proudly, its stone walls bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. Laughter echoed through the grand halls, and the air was filled with the melodies of the dwarven celebration. The company reveled in the newfound prosperity of their once-lost kingdom, turning back to its old charm.

As the company shared tales and clinked tankards in the great hall, a seasoned dwarf approached, his beard grizzled and his eyes gleaming with a twinkle of mischief. "Oi, Thorin! Gandalf! There's someone outside who wants to meet one of you."

Thorin glanced at Gandalf, both sharing a bemused look. "Another visitor?" Thorin muttered, wondering who could be seeking them in Erebor after all this time.

"Bring them in," Gandalf replied, curious himself.

The old dwarf nodded and ambled outside, pushing the grand doors open once more. The evening breeze stirred, and anticipation lingered in the air. The company exchanged puzzled glances but continued their festivities.

A short while later, the large doors opened once again. There, bathed in the warm light filtering through the entrance, stood I. Thorin's heart skipped a beat as he recognized my familiar silhouette. The laughter in the hall faded into a hushed murmur as the company turned to see the unexpected guest.

My eyes met Thorin's, and a tender smile graced my lips. The air seemed to shimmer with a mix of surprise and delight. The familiar scent of dwarven ale and the distant sound of a lute playing in the corner added to the ambiance.

"Who is that?" Bilbo asked softly, his voice barely hearable as he looked around at the company.

Bilbo squinted his eyes to try and figure out who I was; he had heard the name before but couldn't quite recall it. However, the atmosphere shifted as Fili and Kili, eyes wide with disbelief and joy, muttered in unison, "Aunt." The realization dawned on Bilbo as he witnessed the heartfelt moment with huge eyes.

Thorin, emerging from the grip of his initial shock, moved deliberately toward me, his steps gaining purpose with each stride. Then, without hesitation, he transitioned from a measured walk into a determined jog. In response, I mirrored his pace, closing the distance between us until our reunion became inevitable.

As we finally met, his arms enveloped me in a tight embrace. In an exuberant display of joy and relief, he lifted me off the ground, twirling us around as the echoes of our laughter intertwined with the melodies of dwarven celebration. Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, I could hear Thorin's muttered words, an intimate dialogue shared in the warmth of the long-awaited hug.

Thorin, still holding me in his arms, finally set me down but kept me close. The twinkle of mischief in his eyes had transformed into an expression of profound happiness and love.

We gazed into each other's orbs, with Thorin's hands cupping my cheeks. "Oh, how I have missed you," he whispered, his voice soft yet holding its majestic tone.

Thorin, hesitant to let go, in case I was just in his imagination, leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. The world seemed to pause, and for a moment, there was only the sensation of his lips against mine, a silent affirmation of the love that had endured the test of time.

The kiss, a culmination of yearning and a testament to enduring love, lingered in the air as Thorin and I shared a moment of quiet intimacy.

The dwarven company, still caught in the enchantment of the unexpected reunion, erupted into cheers and applause. Even the stoic Dwalin couldn't hide a grin, and Balin's eyes glistened with tears of joy. But the echoes of cheers from the company reverberated in the background, intertwining with the melodies of joy that filled Erebor's grand hall.