For LittleDragonFoxKat
Following Thorin Oakenshield and his company was, as you quickly learned, no easy task. Dwarves were quick to mistrust and slower to accept, and Thorin… well, he was by far the most stubborn and wary of all. From the moment you revealed yourself after saving the company from a warg pack, Thorin made it clear that he didn’t trust you and probably never would.
But despite his guarded, gruff manner, you’d chosen to stay with the company. After all, you hadn’t spent years training with Rivendell’s finest warriors only to abandon your mission at the first scowl from a dwarf king.
Besides, the more you traveled together, the more you found yourself noticing things about Thorin: his fierce loyalty to his kin, his quiet moments with his nephews Kili and Fili, and the weight of grief and duty that seemed to rest on his shoulders like an invisible burden. For all his bitterness toward elves, you could tell he felt something for you too, even if he’d never admit it. He was almost… curious, in his silent, cautious way.
One night, the company made camp by a river under a sky littered with stars. The night was calm, the air crisp and cold, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to move closer to the fire. Thorin was there, and every time you got too close, his gaze would follow you, that look in his eyes—sharp, intense, and unyielding. He was impossible to ignore, yet even harder to get close to.
Just as you were about to leave to get some space, you heard footsteps behind you, the faint crunch of boots on the frost-covered grass.
“Can’t sleep?” His deep voice was calm but wary.
You looked up at him. “I could ask the same of you, Thorin.”
His gaze softened, just for a second, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he looked out at the river, his face etched with something you couldn’t quite place—something like loneliness.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low. “You could have left after you saved us. Why didn’t you?”
It was a fair question, but not an easy one to answer. You didn’t know if he’d understand if you said it was because you saw something in him—something worth fighting for. “I believe in what you’re doing,” you said carefully. “And… I’ve come to care for the people I travel with.”
Thorin gave a humorless laugh. “Even a company of dwarves who’ve done nothing but doubt and distrust you?”
You took a step closer, gathering the courage to meet his gaze. “Not all of you have,” you said quietly. “You may act as though you don’t trust me, Thorin, but there’s more than just mistrust in your eyes. I think, if you looked closer, you’d see it too.”
He inhaled sharply, his brow furrowing, yet he didn’t deny it. Instead, his gaze fell to your lips, and his eyes darkened, filled with something you hadn’t seen before, something that felt like a storm held tightly in check.
For a long, silent moment, the two of you stood there, closer than you’d ever been. The sounds of the company around you seemed to fade as you watched each other, hearts pounding in sync.
Finally, Thorin spoke, his voice rough but quiet. “This journey is dangerous.
"(Y/N), if you continue with us, you risk everything.”
“So do you,” you replied, voice barely a whisper. “But I’d rather stand beside you than watch from afar.”
It was all he needed. Closing the small distance between you, Thorin’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, his thumb brushing softly against your cloak as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. For a moment, he hesitated, his breath warm against your skin. Then, as though some unspoken barrier broke, he closed the gap, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both fierce and tender.
His hand moved to cradle your face, and you felt the warmth of him, the strength he so carefully guarded, flowing through that simple, quiet connection. When he finally pulled back, his blue eyes met yours with an intensity that left you breathless.
“You may have earned a place here,” he said softly, “but you’ve also earned a place… here.” He tapped his chest, just over his heart.
A smile broke through your surprise, and you held his gaze, knowing that this was the start of something as unbreakable as the mountain he sought to reclaim.
And under the stars, with the soft crackle of the fire behind you, you felt—for the first time—that you’d found where you belonged.
I just noticed I should write Thorin Oneshots more often.
It's kinda fun to write Thorin Oneshots.
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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.
