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

A dwarf in hobbit's clothing - Part 23 - Dwalin x Reader

They had made it to the bottom of the Misty Mountains, (Y/n) looking wearily up at the foreboding, jagged, dark faced rock. Thorin had told them to rest, as the night had grown incredibly dark. The moon hidden behind thick clouds; clouds that didn't bode well for the next day to come, as they made their way to climb over the barrier before them.

(Y/n) had to admit that she was glad Thorin hadn't seen fit to keep them moving. She had not slept at all the night before, especially given what she and Balin had spoken about; and all the peredhel dwarf had been able to think about as she dragged her sluggish feet through the seemingly never-ending expanse of grassland, was the death of Fili and Kili, of Thorin. (Y/n) finding herself praying to any god that may be listening that not one, let alone all three of them, should be allowed to die. It not seeming fair that Thorin would not be able to sit on the throne, given how far they had come, and still had to go; given all the losses that they had had to endure and things that the dwarves had been through since the dragon had taken their home, and that they still had to face said dragon. No, it was only right that he should be king, it not mattering that he and she had never really seen eye to eye; he had been born to do this. Born and raised to rule, and so she would do all she could to make sure that happened. Yet if she failed............the thought of being a queen, never something that had entered her head. Hobbits didn't do things like that; although there were certain members of the family that did think they were better than others. Not that she was going to mention any names; but a certain Lobellia Sackville-Baggins, did spring to mind.

Oh, what she wouldn't give to speak to someone about this. Balin and Bilbo did seem like the natural choices, of course; but she wanted to really think about things before she spoke to the pale haired dwarf again, and she was sure that if she mentioned any of this to her brother, it would only cause him to worry. And it not that she could speak to Thorin or the boys about it; after all, talking to them about their possible death and her taking Thorin's spot on the throne, was not what she would class as a comfortable conversation. It true that Bofur was good at listening; but............

"Is everything alright, lass........?" A voice came, causing her to jump from the spot where she had settled herself to take watch. Her hand resting over her heart, as she tried to steady it. A relieved smile coming to her lips, as she saw Dwalin making his way over to her.

"I.......I'm fine, thank you........."

"Not accordin ta everyone else, ya not. Ya ain't said a word all day, not ta Bilbo; not even ta argue with Thorin.........."

"I am just a little tired, that's all. I didn't get any sleep last night." She explained, giving the large dwarf a soft smile, as he came to sit next to her on the large rock. His axes set down within grabbing distance. The pair sitting there for a while in quite a pleasant silence, before she couldn't keep quiet any longer. Dwalin seeming like as good a person to speak to, as any.

"May I ask you a question, Dwalin..........?" The large warrior merely giving her an affirmative hum in reply.

"If.........if during our travels, or when we get to the Mountain, something were to happen to Thorin, Fili and Kili; who would you prefer to see take the throne in the Mountain, Dáin.......or me........?" (Y/n) asked. Her shoulders slumping, as she felt Dwalin's posture stiffen.

"Has Balin.........?"

"Please Dwalin........please, I need to know. I may not have been raised to rule a kingdom; but I do know that any monarch would need someone like you, someone like Balin to support them. Be there to offer advice and assistance. So, please, if something were to happen, who would you want..........?" The dwarrowdam interrupted, turning towards the younger son of Fundin, and taking his hand.

"When Thorin met with the envoys from tha seven dwarven kingdoms, back in tha Blue Mountains, Dáin refused us help; said that this quest was ours and ours alone. Any dwarf that denies their own kin their help, does not deserve ta call themselves king, in my mind. Yet those that choose to follow what may be a lost cause, especially when that cause was originally not their fight; those that choose to stay, despite all difficulties and disagreements. That chooses to remain with her kin, despite what she could have learnt if she had stayed behind; now that.......that is someone I would be happy to serve. Happy to call my queen.........even if she is half elf.........." Dwalin replied. His words seeming to take some of the weight off her shoulders; for if Dwalin thought that, then perhaps the others did too.

"Thank you, Dwalin......." (Y/n) finally said, as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. The large dwarf finding himself blushing at the gesture.

"You have been a great help. But......I know that you and I will both do all we can to make sure that nothing happens to any of them. All we can, to see that Thorin and then Fili take their rightful seats on that throne. Yet, it is nice to know that you would be on my side............" She continued. The two just sitting there, holding hands for a few moments longer, before Dwalin realised himself.

"Why don't ya go and get some sleep lass. I'll take the watch. I wouldn't want ta have ta carry ya up tha mountain." Dwalin told her, holding up his hand as she went to protest. (Y/n) reluctantly nodding in agreement, before placing one more kiss to his cheek, then heading off to find her bedroll.