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

A dwarf in hobbit's clothing - Part 24 - Bilbo x Thorin x Reader

(Y/n) clung to her brother. She had nearly lost him; she had nearly lost Bilbo; and if she had, then where should she be. Earlier, she had begged Thorin not to make them take the treacherous trail along the mountains, given that from the moment that they had woken that morning, the sky had been dark and filled with rain; but he would not listen, the would be king pushing them all to continue on their way. And what had been a difficult enough climb, was only made worse when the mountains came to life below their feet; boulders flying through the air, rock nearly making them tumble for the slim ledge, to certain death, as the thunder battle of the stone giants had raged around them. (Y/n) getting separated from Bilbo when the giant they were standing on, began to rise. And if that was not bad enough, when the Company had come back together, Bilbo was found to be hanging from a rock by little more than his fingertips over the precipice; (Y/n) screaming out his name, as the dwarves did all they could to rescue him. The dwarrowdam jumping forward to help Dwalin catch Thorin, when he himself had slipped helping Bilbo. (Y/n) never more pleased to see the older prince alive, until Dwalin made a comment about believing they had lost their burglar; to which Thorin had retorted that both the hobbit and his sister, had been lost since they left home and that they should never have come. Yet what was even worse, was that he had continued with, that neither of them had a place amongst them, despite now knowing that (Y/n) was in fact his kin. The daughter of Frór now not just hating the rain, not just hating the mountains and its giants; but also, back to hating Thorin. The peredhel slowly releasing her brother and turning to glare at the one who would be king.

"I dare you to say that to my face, Oakenshield. And if you have nerve enough to do it, I promise that I will smack the words right out of your mouth......." (Y/n) growled, as she moved closer to Thorin. The pair just glaring at one another for a moment, until Balin coughed. The son of Thráin, turning away, and calling for Dwalin to follow him into a cave that the prince had come across.

"He didn't mean it.........." Balin said, as he came up behind (Y/n) and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"He never means anything, Balin. I know you have known him all his life, and he is the one that will be your king; but you must stop defending his bad behaviour. For if this is how he acts now, it does not bode well for his rule........" (Y/n) retorted, before taking hold of Bilbo's hand, and pulling him towards the cave.

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(Y/n) took a seat on the cave floor, not listening, as Thorin shouted out his orders. Dwalin checking the back of the cave, while Glóin went to build a fire, only to be denied by the older prince.

"(Y/n)......." A voice came. The dwarrowdam looking up to see both Fili and Kili standing over her; both with sad, apologetic expressions.

"Thorin didn't mean it. What he said about you and Bilbo not belonging with us, he didn't mean it. He knows that you are one of us, that you are family; and that mean's Bilbo is family too. Its just that..........."

"I sometimes think that you two are far loyaller to Thorin, than he deserves. You, all of you are too good for him. But I do understand why you, why Balin, why Dwalin defend him. You will have seen a part of him that I have not. Part of him that is not just this gruff, grumpy, stubborn creature. All I hope, is that when we reclaim that Mountain, he becomes the dwarf that you see, that you know. That he becomes the king, that you all hope he will be." (Y/n) interrupted, before taking one of Kili's hands and one of Fili's hands in hers.

"And I also hope that I live to see it.........."

"Fili.......!" (Y/n) rolling her eyes as she heard the all too familiar curt voice.

"Fili, take first watch.........." Thorin continued. Fili nodding at his uncle before turning back to look at the beautiful dwarrowdam in front of him.

"We'll talk later........." The blonde prince told her. (Y/n) nodding before shooing the pair off. The dwarf in hobbit's clothing, slowly getting to her feet and making her way further into the cave; giving Bilbo a reassuring smile, as she settled down next to him. It obvious that she had no intention of discussing with him what had been said by Thorin, as she lay down with her back to him. The hobbit letting out a heavy sigh, wishing that he could make all this right. Wishing that his sister had not been as hurt by Thorin's words, as he had seen in her eyes. Bilbo knowing her for long enough to know when (Y/n) had been far more upset than she might appear, outwardly. When she had been fighting back tears. And on that Mountain ledge, it had been one of those times. The hobbit looking around the Company, as they sat in the dark cave, and did their best not to freeze thanks to the cold night and their rain-soaked clothing. A thought coming to him; a thought that if he was not there, that perhaps Thorin would be more likely to accept (Y/n); to look on her as the blood that she was. But he would have to wait; he would have to wait until the Company, until his sister was asleep. And despite knowing that it would hurt her, he hoped that (Y/n) would understand, eventually. Bilbo smiling sadly at his sister's back, before settling down, to wait for the right moment.