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

Picnic - Part 2 - Dwalin x Thorin x Fili x Kili x Reader

Thorin turned, as he heard a laugh. Rolling his eyes when he saw Dwalin with his arms crossed, leaning against the side of the shop.

"And what has you so amused.......?" Thorin enquired as he pumped the bellows under the fire, bringing the metal in the coals, back up to temperature.

"You..........."

"Me...........?"

"Aye, you. Every time that that lass comes anywhere near ya, ya forget ya own name. Why don't ya do what ya should a done years ago and ask ta court tha lass. Like ya father and grandfather told ya, she would make a great queen........"

"But she won't be a queen, will she?" Thorin protested, as he pulled the length of metal from the fire and placed it on the anvil.

"She would be the wife of a blacksmith. Not the Queen of the Mountain, as she should be.........." The hammer being brought down, as Thorin did his best to vent his frustrations, on the white-hot metal.

"And ya think that matter's ta (Y/n)? Ya have known tha lass long enough ta know that she never cared for her own title, never mind yours. (Y/n) would love even if ya had nothin ta ya name and lived on tha streets. Ya just tha only one that can't see it........" The younger son of Fundin continued, as he picked up one of the axes that he had left for his friend to sharpen. Sucking the blood from his thumb, as he caught it on the sharp edge. Dwalin chuckling again, as he heard a noise and looked up to see that Thorin had dropped his heavy hammer on his foot and was currently hopping around the smithy; turning the air blue as he muttered a string of words that were not suitable to be repeated in front of a dwarrowdam or child.

"She........she loves me...........?" Thorin finally managed to ask, after one last curse, before he tentatively placed his foot back on the floor.

"Ya sister is right, ya are blind. A course she loves ya; and if ya ask me, its about time that ya did somethin about it. There are plenty round here that have an eye on her. Plenty a lads just waitin for her ta give up on tha hope she has, that one day ya might tell her ya care about her too." Dwalin told him. Thorin finding himself thinking back to all the times that he and (Y/n) had spent together, not just in the Mountain, but in the Blue Mountains, too. A soft smile coming to his lips, as he recalled all the Durin's Day celebrations, where all the eligible dwarrowdams would want to dance with one of the young princes. Thorin leaving them to his younger brother, Frerin, while he would go straight to (Y/n). The dwarrowdam's smile getting bigger, brighter, when he would hold his hand out for her to take. The pair not leaving one another, all night. And then there were the times when he would teach her how to use a bow. How he would move his arms around her, and pull her back to his chest, so that he could 'improve her form'. A soft moan always leaving her lips, as she would move closer, and he would nuzzle his head into her hair so he could take in her scent. Thorin finally realising that he had been blind. That he had let the loss of the Mountain; of his grandfather and the disappearance of his father, drag him down, and had resulted in him denying himself any form of happiness. But that was about to change. And prince or blacksmith, he was finally going to tell (Y/n) that he loved her. Dwalin just shaking his head, as Thorin pushed his hammer into his hand, and left without saying a word.

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"(Y/n).........?"

"Yes, my sweetling........." The seamstress not having to look up from spreading out the picnic, to know that it was Kili. The dark haired mischievous dwarflings doing his best to fight off his big brother, with his little wooden sword.

"When will you be our auntie........? Momma says that you and Uncle Thorin are both blockheads, because you haven't said you love one another. And because uncle hasn't asked you to marry him, yet. But why can't you just ask him to marry you, and then you could be our auntie?" (Y/n)'s head shooting up at the question. A blush coming to her cheeks.

(Y/n) knew that she loved Thorin, in truth, she always had. To some, he could be gruff, and perhaps a little pompous and aloof when he had stood by his father's side, next to Thrór's throne. But she knew the other side to him. The side that only those who were truly close to him, knew. That he was a dwarf with a heart of gold that had raised his sister after the loss of the Mountain, and then taken on the role of father to Fili and Kili, when their own father had died. Yet she had never realised that others could see how she looked at him. That others realised that she loved him.

"Well...........well, it is just not done. It is up to the dwarf to ask if he can court a dwarrowdam. It is tradition........."

"But you want to be our aunty, don't you........?" Fili interrupted. Both little dwarves lowering their swords and turning to look at her.

"Of course, I do.........I would give anything to be your aunt. I love both of you, more than you can know. And I love your mother too; she is like the sister I never had. But I am afraid it is up to your uncle to ask such things. Now........" (Y/n) gesturing to the food that she had placed on the blanket, in hopes that it would distract the two dwarflings from their questions on that matter.

"I thought you said you were hungry............" Fili and Kili looking at one another, before dropping their swords into the grass, and then running over to see what treats (Y/n) had brought with her.