The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

A dwarf in hobbit's clothing - Part 9 - Dwalin x Thorin x Reader

"And where might you be goin, lass........." A voice came from behind her, as she tried to sneak away from the camp. (Y/n) internally shaking her head at herself for being caught. The dwarrowdam letting out a sigh, before she turned to find Dwalin with his arms crossed over his chest. The large dwarf appearing half amused and half intrigued at her sneaking around; yet he was still trying his best to just appear annoyed.

"I was going to practice." (Y/n) replied, as she showed the dwarf her sword and bow. Dwalin looking at her as though he wanted a little more than that.

"Fine.........after Fili and Kili teased Bilbo about orcs, and Balin telling us all about what happened at the Battle of Moria, and Azog. Why Thorin was so upset about what they had said, I realised that......no matter how good I may believe myself to be with my weapons, I have.......well, I have never actually fought another person, never mind an orc or warg. Because.........hobbits don't normally do things like fighting with swords. Battles and warfare are something that the Shire knows nothing about. Not that I would want that changed. Hobbiton......Bag End, they are a sanctuary. A place where I have known nothing but peace.....well, unless I put my dirty boots somewhere Bilbo doesn't like." (Y/n) finding herself chuckling, as she recalled certain incidents. Dwalin not saying anything, so she found herself continuing.

"Yet there has always been something inside me, an urge to fight; to know battle. And that was why I forged my own weapons; that is why I taught myself to fight.......admittedly mostly against trees. Though I have challenged one or two rabbits here and there, and then there was that rather disagreeable goat of Misses Chubbs that escaped that time and put up a fight. But.......what I am trying to say is that if or when we meet orcs, I don't want to let anyone down. I don't want Thorin to be able to say that I am no fighter; that it was a mistake to bring me along. I want to prove to him, you........all of you that........that hobbits can fight too. That I can be as brave as Thorin was when he faced the Defiler with only his sword and that oaken branch. I want to be able to protect my brother, because.......he is the one that protected me when I was little; and it is my turn to look after him, now. That, and I don't know what I would do without him; he is all I have left." The dwarrowdam confessed. Sniffing away a tear that threatened to fall at the thought of loosing Bilbo. (Y/n) looking at the large dwarf, waiting for him to say something. Her brows furrowing, as he turned around and reached for one of his axes.

"Well, come on then. Ya aint gonna learn anything by standin there. And unless this Misses Chubb's goat was a war goat, ya gonna need some practice." Dwalin told her, indicating for her to follow him.

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Thorin couldn't sleep. Balin's story from earlier that evening had stirred old memories. Memories of Azog holding up his grandfather's severed head and roaring triumphantly. Of the Defiler throwing it down onto the floor and it rolling amongst the battling orcs and dwarves, towards him. Of how he had come to face the pale orc, and had his shield knocked from his hand; his sword quickly following it, before he had managed to grab the oaken branch, and used it to defend himself against blow after blow from the orcs weapon. Of being able to grasp the hilt of a sword, as he had once more thrown to the ground; able to remove the arm of the vile creature, before Azog was dragged back into Moria by some of his soldiers.

Slowly, he sat, looking over the others who were sleeping soundly. The prince deciding that he would go and relieve Dwalin of his watch. That he would allow his old friend a few hours of rest before they once more packed up and moved on. Thorin quietly getting to his feet and making his way to find Dwalin.

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Dwalin found himself stumbling back, as (Y/n) swung her sword over and over again. The dwarf doing his best to block her strikes with his axe; the seasoned warrior surprised by not only how good she was, despite the fact that her previous opponents were usually made of wood; but also, by how nimble and quick she was, for a dwarf. How fluid her movements were, when she turned her body. It as if this were no fight, but some kind of dance. And if Dwalin didn't know better, he would say that he might almost be fighting an elf; yet still, there was something more, if that were not enough. Something that reminded him of Thorin, of Thráin, and Thrór. Though the thought of such things vanished, as with one more movement, (Y/n) had knocked his axe from his hand, and was pointing the tip of her elegant sword, at his throat.

"Well, what do you think........? Do you think I can fight orcs and wargs......?" (Y/n) asked, as she lowered her sword. Dwalin huffing a little, as he went to retrieve his axe that had ended up on the other side of the small clearing. The big dwarf finding himself wondering how much of a fight, the trees, rabbits and Misses Chubb's goat, had actually put up back in the Shire.

"Aye, ya'll do. Should a made yaself a decent axe at tha same time as that sword a yours; but ya'll do." Dwalin told her. The dwarf finding himself smiling at the beautiful dwarrowdam, as she pushed her blade back into its sheath.

"Now, lets get ya back before anyone notices, ya gone. Don't want that brother a yours waking up and thinking ya been taken by somethin nasty." Dwalin continued, (Y/n) nodding, before they both made their way back to the camp. Neither having noticed that their little training session had been being watched over by a certain dwarf; and what he had seen had brought up more questions than he had already had about the reluctant dwarrowdam.