The wind was howling through the mountains of Erebor, making everything feel cold and kind of eerie. But inside the great halls, it was warm, with fires crackling everywhere. The kingdom was being rebuilt after everything that had happened, and Thorin Oakenshield—the king—was working hard to restore it. It was a lot to take in.
You stood near one of the huge windows, looking out at the snowy mountains. You liked it out here because it was quiet, and you could think without all the noise from the feast going on below. Honestly, you weren’t in the mood for it. It was a little too much after everything you had been through.
“I didn’t think I’d find you here.”
The deep, familiar voice startled you a bit, making you turn around. There he was—Thorin, with his messy dark hair and intense blue eyes that always seemed to make your heart race. He looked at you with a serious expression, like he was thinking about something important.
“Where did you expect me to be?” you asked, trying to sound casual, even though your heart was beating fast.
“At the feast,” he replied, moving closer to you. “It’s supposed to be for you, after all.”
You shrugged, turning back to the window. “I just needed some air. Feasts aren’t really my thing.”
Thorin stood next to you, and even though he didn’t say anything, just being near him made you feel a little better. The silence wasn’t awkward; it was comfortable, like you didn’t need to fill it with words.
After what felt like forever, Thorin spoke again. “You’ve done a lot for my people. More than I could ever repay.”
You glanced up at him, confused. “I didn’t do it for a reward, Thorin. I just did what I had to do.”
He shook his head, his blue eyes softening as he turned to look at you. “No. You did more than anyone else would have. You stayed with me when others didn’t. You saved my life, (Y/N). You saved Erebor.”
You blushed, looking down. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Thorin. After everything… I wasn’t sure I’d see you again.”
Suddenly, you felt his hand brush against yours, and your heart skipped a beat. His touch was warm, rough from years of battle, but gentle in a way that made your heart beat faster.
“I owe you more than I can ever say,” he whispered, his voice bearly audible.
You took his hand in yours, feeling a wave of warmth rush through you. “You don’t owe me anything, Thorin. I didn’t do it because I wanted something in return. I did it because I…” You hesitated, your heart racing.
Thorin’s eyes searched yours, waiting. “Because you…?”
You swallowed nervously, then whispered, “Because I care about you. More than you know.”
Thorin was quiet for a moment, and you could see something change in his expression. His eyes softened even more, and he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.
“I am a king,” he said quietly, like he was admitting something difficult. “And my people come first.”
You nodded, pulling your hand away even though it hurt. “I know. I get it.”
But before you could step back, Thorin reached out and grabbed your wrist gently, keeping you close. “But you…” His voice cracked slightly. “You will always come first to me, (Y/N).”
Your eyes widened in surprise, your heartskipping a beat. Was he really saying what you thought he was?
“I can’t pretend anymore,” Thorin said, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve tried to deny it, told myself I couldn’t feel this way, but… you are my heart, (Y/N). I will be a king for my people, but for you, I want to be something more.”
Your breath caught in your throat as he cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. His touch was soft but firm, and you felt like your heart might burst from all the emotions you were feeling.
“And if I asked you to stay?” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “If I asked you to be by my side… as more than just a friend?”
Your chest felt tight, and you could barely speak. “I would stay. For as long as you want me to.”
Thorin let out a breath, like he’d been holding it in, and he leaned down, his lips brushing yours in the softest, most gentle kiss. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you could feel the warmth of his body against yours, grounding you in the moment.
When he pulled away, he whispered, “Then stay with me, (Y/N). Not as someone who saved a king, but as the one I will love for the rest of my days.”
You rested your forehead against his.
“I will, Thorin. Always.”
And in that moment, standing there in the halls of Erebor, you knew that no matter what lay ahead, you’d face them together. You were no longer just Thorin’s companion—you were his heart, and he was yours.
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Lotr oneshots
Fanfiction-REQUESTS ARE OPEN- This is a lotr oneshot book. I will write oneshots with: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and some other charackters, also from the Hobbit.
