Multifandom One-shots

142. Blades and Hearts - Dwalin x female reader (The Hobbit)

The sun had barely risen over the rebuilt city of Dale, casting a golden hue on the stone and timber structures that now stood proudly where ruins once lay. The sounds of hammers on anvils echoed through the streets, a testament to the city's resilience and the tireless efforts of its inhabitants.

At the heart of this industrious hum stood a modest forge, where Y/N and her father had made their home and livelihood. The forge was a place of warmth and fire, of steel and sweat, and today it was filled with lively conversation.

Y/N stood by the anvil, a half-finished sword in her hands, as she chatted with Kili and Fili, who had taken a break from their duties in Erebor to visit Dale. The two brothers were in high spirits, their laughter mingling with the sound of clanging metal.

"You should have seen Thorin's face when Kili suggested we decorate the throne room with Elvish tapestries," Fili said, grinning widely.

Kili laughed, shaking his head. "It was a joke! But he didn't find it very funny."

Y/N chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm surprised he didn't banish you both from the mountain."

"Oh, he threatened," Fili replied, "but he loves us too much to follow through."

Their laughter was interrupted by the arrival of Balin and Dwalin. Balin approached the forge with a welcoming smile, his eyes twinkling with the same warmth that defined his character. Meanwhile, Dwalin, ever the warrior, surveyed the surroundings with a critical eye. His gaze was sharp, his stoic demeanor a stark contrast to Balin's more cheerful countenance.

"Morning, everyone!" Balin called out, his voice carrying a note of excitement. "Kili, Fili, I didn't expect to find you here."

"We were just catching up with Y/N," Kili said, nodding toward the blacksmith. "She's been showing us her latest work."

"Indeed," Fili added. "You have to see the craftsmanship, Dwalin. It's impressive."

As they approached, Dwalin's gaze fell upon Y/N. Her strong, graceful movements and the way the morning light caught her hair briefly unsettled him. He quickly composed himself, his expression returning to its usual sternness. "Your reputation precedes you," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "I've heard of your work."

Y/N looked up from her work, meeting Dwalin's gaze with a mixture of curiosity and challenge. "And who might that be?"

"Those who know a fine weapon when they see one," Dwalin replied, stepping forward to inspect a newly forged sword. "But a reputation's worth is in the work behind it."

Balin chuckled, sensing the interaction. "Indeed. Dwalin, Y/N here is the true artist behind much of the fine work you see. Perhaps you'll find common ground in your shared dedication to craft."

Y/N straightened, her gaze unwavering. "I suppose we shall see, won't we?"

Dwalin gave a curt nod, though his eyes lingered on Y/N with a blend of admiration and skepticism. "Aye, that we will."

Kili, ever the joker, nudged his brother and whispered, "Looks like someone's met his match."

Fili grinned, adding, "Careful, Dwalin. Y/N's been around long enough to know how to handle stubborn dwarves."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the brothers, her lips twitching in amusement. "Stubbornness isn't confined to youth, Fili. Some of us have had years to perfect it."

As Kili and Fili's laughter subsided, Y/N's attention remained on Dwalin. She could sense his unspoken curiosity and the subtle tension that hung in the air.

"Well, if you're here to see my work," Y/N said, setting the half-finished sword aside with a deliberate clink, "perhaps you'd like to test it out yourself."