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

A dwarf in hobbit's clothing - Part 21 - Thorin x Reader

(Y/n) and Thorin sat side by side on the bench, in silence. She had been taken aback by his embrace. Despite what Fili and Kili had told her about their uncle while they were growing up; despite her seeing firsthand the care that he had for his nephews, (Y/n) had never really associated Thorin such soft emotional reactions. Fili and Kili, yes; they were two of the sweetest, bravest and kindest beings that she had ever met, even though they had teased poor Bilbo about orcs that night, and a grinning Kili would still occasionally call them both Boggins, instead of Baggins. But Thorin.........not that she wasn't grateful for it, a hug most definitely better than what she had expected; his royal grumpiness still refusing to accept anything that she had said, because the news had come from an elf. And what would elves know about dwarves. Though she still wasn't quite sure where the two would go from here. Whether they could both come to terms with knowing that they were kin; or should that be, whether Thorin could come to terms with the fact that in her, elven blood tainted that of the proud line of Durin the Deathless. And she could come to terms with the fact that the dwarf that she had been so angry at since they had left the Shire; the dwarf that she had spoken so harshly to, as they had looked down at Rivendell, was now what she had told him he wasn't...........her king and her kin.

"So.........." (Y/n) began, feeling the need to say something given that they had been sat there for some time in this strange silence.

"Was Lord Elrond able to read your grandfather's map.........?" She continued. (Y/n) seeing Thorin nod, out of the corner of her eye.

"We have to be at the Mountain before Durin's Day............."

"The dwarven new year..........."

"You know of it.........?" Thorin asked, as he turned to look at her. A small chuckle leaving her lips, before she moved to meet his gaze.

"Just because I have always thought of myself as a hobbit, it doesn't mean that I don't know a few things about dwarves, Master Oakenshield. It is the day when the last moon of Autumn and the first sun of Winter appear in the sky together. A day of much celebration I have heard; though, that does mean that you do not have as long as you probably hoped to get to the Mountain." (Y/n) replied. Thorin slowly nodding his head again, before they both turned their eyes back to the softly illuminate scene before them. The peredhel dwarf letting out a heavy sigh, before she got to her feet.

Given the news, she had a feeling what Thorin would do next; that the Company would be leaving before dawn, so that the elves didn't have a chance to stop them. Which meant that either way, whether he wanted her to continue with them or not, she would have to be ready to go. But before she made her way back to her room, there was something that she wanted to do; that she needed to do. Her hand pulling the mithril dagger from her belt.

"I..........I found this in the troll hoard that we were in, in Trollshaws. This and the necklace I now wear." (Y/n) began, her eyes set firmly on the dagger, as Thorin looked to her.

"It was a gift that my father...... Frór, gave to my mother, Ilmamë, right here in Rivendell. I saw it, while we were in the cave; a vision of them, together. Professing their love for one another; Frór gifting it to her, so that she could protect herself when she made her way to the Mountains, where they would tell king Dáin they were going to be wed. It is mithril, taken from the heart of Khazad-dûm, and forged by the princes' own hands for the elleth he loved; engraved with the crest of Durin, and.......... and I want you to have it." She continued, holding out the dagger to the shocked and confused looking dwarf.

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

"No, please, Thorin. As much as Lord Elrond and Gandalf tell me it is mine, this is no weapon of a simple metalsmith from the Shire; it is a weapon for a king........for the King under the Mountain. For........for my king. And even though I never knew my real father and mother, I have a feeling that they would both agree with me giving it to you." (Y/n) explained, as she placed the dagger on the bench next to him, when Thorin refused to take it from her hand.

"You never know, one day it might just save your life; and then I can spend the rest of my days, teasing you about it." The dwarrowdam chuckled slightly, before turning to leave.

"(Y/n).........!" Thorin called out. (Y/n) stopping at the sound of his voice.

"We leave at dawn. Make sure that you are ready. We wouldn't want to leave you behind." The peredhel dwarf nodding as she looked over her shoulder. A small smile coming to her lips, as she noticed that the dagger was now in Thorin's hands.

"Of course. Good night, Thorin..........."

"Good night..........cousin.........."