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

A dwarf in hobbit's clothing - Part 20 - Thorin x Reader

(Y/n) and Bilbo stood up, the hobbit gently squeezing her hand, as the two princes came to stand before them. The peredhel dwarf sure that she would begin to cry again, if she had any tears left. Of all the dwarves that she had grown close to since they had all left the Shire, Fili and Kili were always the ones that she had felt a true connection with. Yet if the serious looks on their faces were anything to go by, any friendship that had been between the three of them was long since gone.

Suddenly she found herself pulled away from Bilbo, Fili and Kili, both hugging her so tight that she could swear that she couldn't breathe. Cheers coming from all the others as (Y/n) hugged them back.

"You don't hate me then.........?" (Y/n) asked, as she finally pulled away from the two princes. Their brows furrowing as they looked at one another, before turning their attention back to her.

"Hate you? Why would we hate you........?" Fili asked, as he placed a kiss to her cheek.

"We came to welcome you to the family......cousin. Everyone else came to do the same thing." Kili continued, before he too leaned in to give her a kiss.

"The only thing is, it means that we can't court you now." The younger prince said quietly, giving her a wink, before he and his brother moved to the side, and the rest of the Company came to join them. Each of them wanting to know more about what the elven lord had said about her mother and father. About her being the daughter of Frór.

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Thorin stormed through the corridors of the elven realm, grumbling to himself as he went. It couldn't be true what she had said, his uncle could not have loved an elf; he could not have had a child with one of their enemies. Surely his grandfather, his father would have said something about it, if they had known of a relationship between Frór and an elleth; after all, it wasn't something that you would hear of, a dwarf and elf not only being wed, but having a child. Though if it were true, it would explain many things. It would explain how she fought like an elf; why she had crafted her weapons the way that she had. It would explain that familiarity that he felt, ever since he had lain eyes on her at Bag End. It would explain her looks and the way that she held herself. It would explain her stubbornness and why they would clash; it having sounded like his sister was chastising him when (Y/n) had grown angry at him for his reaction to being brought to Rivendell. But could he accept that she was his kin, his own blood, while she was half elf.............

"I know that you doubt her, Thorin; but everything she has said, is true.........." A voice came. Thorin turning to see Gandalf leant against his staff.

"I thought you said that you did not know who her parents were........." The prince growled, as he stormed over to the wizard.

"And I did not. Though I did know that Lord Elrond would be the one to be able to shed light on her true lineage. And I did say that she was as connected to the Mountain as you were. I knew that she would eventually accept what she really was. Now all you have to do is accept it too. The others are with her now; Fili and Kili have welcomed her to your family, the others, as their princess; as the grandchild of the great king Dáin. So, all that is left is for you to decide whether you keep your kin close, you welcome her just like the rest; or you push her away, because she is half-elven........." Gandalf told him. The wizard sighing and shaking his head as the one that would be king, turned his back. Gandalf quietly leaving and going to join the others, as they celebrated the daughter of Frór.

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(Y/n) quietly left her sleeping brother and the dwarves. To say that it had been the most emotionally draining days of her life, would be an understatement. She had entered the elven realm as a hobbit at heart. As a simple smith that would create daggers and jewellery for those that could afford her skill. She had gone from not knowing who her birth parents were, to being told that not only was she a dwarf, but she was also half elf; and that her father was not just any dwarf, but a prince of the line of Durin. She had gone from only having her brother, to having cousins; to feeling as though she was surrounded by nothing but family. Yet despite knowing that she should be sleeping, she just could not rest.

As much as she and Thorin had disagreed on the journey so far, he was as much her blood as Fili and Kili; and she did want him to accept her. For them to sit down and speak, so that they could understand one another better. So that the rest of the trip to the Mountain would not have them at one another's throats. And even though she was willing to do all she could, she wasn't sure whether Thorin would even want to see her, never mind listen to what she had to say.

"(Y/n)." A voice suddenly came, as she wound her way through the corridors of Rivendell. The peredhel dwarf turning to see Thorin come out of one of the shadows.

"Thorin.........I know we haven't............" Her heart dropping as Thorin held up his hand to stop her. (Y/n) waiting for him to call her a liar again. To tell her that she was not the daughter of his uncle. Waiting for him to inform her that he did not want her along for the rest of the journey, as her mother had been an elf. (Y/n) telling herself not to argue, to not fight; to just accept that blood or not, Thorin would never look upon her as kin. And that whether he liked it or not, she would still follow after the Company. Yet instead of him shouting, of him growling and calling her all manner of things; he simply came to stand before her, and without a word, pulled her into his arms.