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

Prophecies - Part 8 - Thorin x Reader

"Gandalf.........?"

"Hmmmmmm?" The wizard packing his pipe, as the hobbit came to join him.

"Will (Y/n) be alright with all of this.......?" Bilbo continued, as he took a seat next to the Istar.

After the seer's interaction with Glóin that morning, Bombur had come to join (Y/n) and Bilbo, in hopes that she would be able to see something of his wife and dwarflings. (Y/n), just as with Glóin, able to assure him that his family were well, but missed him. The large dwarf wiping away a few tears, as she described how his oldest children, were helping their mother, while the little ones played. Though he got that same confused look, as Bilbo had seen in Bofur and Glóin when she had made mention of the rotund dwarf's running speed, and that he should be careful not to slam into the cottage door. And then there had been Kili, the dark-haired prince pleased to be informed that even though his mother feared not only for him and his brother, but also their uncle; the only daughter of Thráin, was in good health. Her grip on his hand getting tighter when she had begged him not to get out of his barrel; that they would find another way to get passed the gates. And now, after they had set up camp again, the rest of the Company had made their way to the seer, one after the other; all wanting to know if (Y/n) could tell them of the people and places that they had left behind. Of perhaps things that they might have to watch out for, in their futures.

"She will be fine, my dear Bilbo. While in the temple, (Y/n) would do this every day. It was rare not to see a line of people waiting to see her, from early in the morning. A true gift of foresight in a daughter of men, is normally unheard of; the ability usually only reserved for a few of the elves. But (Y/n), she is different; and unlike many others that claim to be able to see, she truly has been smiled upon by the Valar." Gandalf explained, as he puffed on his pipe. He and Bilbo watching a tentative Ori sit down next to her and place his hand in hers.

"You care for her, don't you...........?" Gandalf holding up his hand, as the hobbit turned to look at him.

"It is good that you do, for I believe that she cares for you too. (Y/n) needs a friend, someone she can look to in these difficult times. You will both give one another the courage to face everything that this journey has to come. And perhaps, when this is all over, she might be able to find a place in the Shire. I am sure that despite the fact that she is not a hobbit, she would fit in quite well; that she would be able to find herself a good home there. Don't you think.......?" The wizard continued, smiling as he saw the little hobbit, blush brightly. Gandalf able to see the redness, despite the dying light.

"Gandalf, Bilbo........." An urgent voice suddenly came. The Istar and hobbit looking up to see that (Y/n) and Thorin were standing near the fire. The son of Thráin not able to pull his hand away from hers, as her eyes glazed over.

"What..........?"

"She got up and accidentally bumped into uncle. His hand touched hers and now............" Kili explained. Gandalf and Bilbo quickly getting to their feet and making there way over to the seer and the would be king.

"She won't........." Thorin began. It obvious that he was more than a little annoyed. He had refused to let the young woman touched him, yet here he was, right next to her and she wouldn't let him go.

"Be quiet. Let her see............" Gandalf ordered. The wizard quieting Thorin's protests. Gandalf turning his attention to (Y/n), not liking the look on her face.

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

"Death........so much death; so much pain. The loss of not only a home, of many of his people; but also of a beloved father and death of a brother and grandfather.........." (Y/n) beginning to tremble violently, as she continued with her vision. Gandalf holding Bilbo back, as he tried to get to the seer.

"There is a battle. On one side, dwarves........on the other.......creatures, dark, ill made, grotesque creatures. The fighting is fierce, bloody, awful. The cries of the dying as thick in the air as the smell of blood. The younger dwarf is the first to die, dropping to the floor as he was run through. Yet he cannot get to him. cannot get to his brother. He must look to his grandfather, protect the king........." Tears now rolling down her cheeks, as the awful scene played out before her smoke-filled eyes.

"The old king fights bravely, yet he is no match for the great white creature. His head........no.........he has taken the dwarf's head, holding it up for all to see, before throwing it at the prince's feet. The pain.......I can feel the pain; his heart is breaking, yet he will not fall to his knees and let his grief overtake him. His line will not end that day. He fights, stronger, harder, fiercer than he has ever fought, before he has only an oaken branch to save himself from the pale beings onslaught. Yet then........then a sword, a sword is in his hand, and he swings it. The vile white being screaming out, as it slices off his arm. The prince rallying his people to a great victory as the beast is pulled away........." Every one of the Company now on their feet looking at (Y/n) and Thorin. Bilbo calling out her name, as blood began to trickle from her nose. The crimson liquid making its way over her lips and dripping from her chin onto her clothes, before Gandalf managed to pull her away. The seer dropping to the floor, as her legs gave way; Bilbo quickly rushing to her side and cleaning away the blood with his handkerchief, as the smoke began to clear from her eyes.

"(Y/n)........?" The hobbit asked, as she struggled to get back to her feet. Bilbo supporting her, as best he could, as she stood before Thorin; the son of Thráin, staring at her in disbelief, as she bowed before him.

"It is true that I am no dwarf; but I will follow wherever you go; fight with you as best as I am able and do all I can to help you reclaim your home. For if there is one in this world that deserves for me to call him king.......it is you, Master Oakenshield." The seer announced, bowing once more to the dumbfounded Thorin, before allowing Bilbo and Gandalf to help her back to her bedroll.