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

Little mouse - Part 5 - Beorn x Reader

(Y/n) yawned and stretched as she woke for the second time; sitting bolt upright, as she realised that she was alone. The side of the bed that Beorn had been sleeping on, cold to the touch. The huntsman's daughter, pushing the blanket from her body and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. A soft hiss coming from her lips, as she caught one of the cuts.

"Beorn........" She called out, making sure that the cut hadn't left any blood on the sheets, before she carefully dropped down from the bed. (Y/n) giggling as some of the mice that called the large cottage home, scampered across her bare feet. One of them sitting there for a moment and looking at her as it rubbed its nose, before following after its fellows.

"Beorn........?" She called again, as she made her way over to the cows. Her brows furrowing as it became obvious that the big man wasn't in the house. Her head turning as she finally heard something; a sound that was familiar to her, having heard it often enough when her father would chop wood for the fire. (Y/n) quickly, or as quickly as she could with her injured feet, making her way over to the window. A smile pulling at her lips, as she saw Beorn with an axe in his hand. The wood splintering easily with every one of his strikes.

"Sigh"........she couldn't help but sigh as she leaned on the window sill and placed her chin in her hands; continuing to watched him, as the pile of firewood got bigger.

"Sigh.........." Another dreamy breath of air leaving her lips. (Y/n) feeling her cheeks heat, as she realised that she had been looking at Beorn's muscles. How a sheen of sweat clung to his skin as he continued to swing the axe. (Y/n) sure that she shouldn't be thinking the things she was about her host; but how could she not. He was a sweet gentle giant that made her feel safe, and to wake to find herself in his arms had made her hope even more, that her injuries would not improve, too soon. Yet she doubted that he might feel the same; (Y/n) feeling as though he would not protest when the time came for her to leave, sure that he would like to be alone again. So, she would make the most of it while it lasted; but perhaps now that they had met, when she did go back to her little home, they might still see one another. The young woman liking the idea of having a friend, of having someone to share things with. (Y/n) straightening out her dress, before making her way out into the garden in order to say good morning to the large man.

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Thwack........the chunk of wood breaking apart as Beorn brought the axe down yet again. The big man picking up the pieces and throwing them onto the ever growing pile, before he grabbed another log.

Thwack.......Beorn shaking his head as more thoughts of the little mouse filled his mind. It had been like this since he had left the bed; the memories of how she had looked so beautiful, so at peace, as she snuggled into his side. How her body had fit his, perfectly, and how, for the first time in a long time, he had not felt so alone. The Beornling finding himself chuckle, as the image of her smiling in her sleep, as he pushed her hair back behind her ear, popped into his head.

"Good morning........" A soft voice came. The big man turning to see (Y/n) smiling at him. A pretty pink hue kissing her cheeks as she twisted the hem of her skirt around her fingers.

"Good morning, little mouse. Did ya sleep well.......?" Beorn replied, before picking up a cloth and wiping the sweat from his brow and hands. (Y/n) gulping at the lump that had formed in her throat, as the cloth then moved over the muscles of his torso.

"I, er.........I slept very well, thank you. And you.........?" (Y/n)'s smile only growing as Beorn nodded.

"Um.......can I help......? I may not be able to chop wood like you, but I can carry some inside. Or maybe......maybe I can make you some breakfast. My father always said that I was a good cook; that if it wasn't for me, he would be a much thinner man........" She chuckled. Finding herself biting at her bottom lip, as Beorn moved to stand over her. Her blush only becoming more heated, as her host reached out his large hand and pushed some of unruly hair away from her face.

"Breakfast would be nice, little mouse. Let's see if ya father was right.........."

"Yes, yes, I'll start now........" (Y/n) replied, as she made her way back to the cottage; stopping as she got to the top step.

"I'll call you when its ready........." She continued. Flashing a smile that Beorn was sure could lighten up even the depths of Mordor, before disappearing back into the cottage.

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(Y/n) was sure that all her muscles ached from just trying to move Beorn's pans. The young woman feeling as though one of the skillets alone, weighed as much as she did. But it was all worth it in the end; the table now covered in food. (Y/n) just hoping that it was enough to sate the hunger of the big man; the young woman about to make her way outside and call for Beorn, only to turn and find that he was already stood in the doorway.

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Beorn sniffed at the air, as a wonderful smell came from his home. He had always classed himself as being a decent cook; but he was sure that nothing he had ever made, smelt as good as whatever his guest was now creating. His belly letting out a loud grumble, informing him that it thought it smelt good, too. The Beornling shaking his head at himself, before dropping the axe and making his way to the door. The big man able to do nothing but stand in the doorway and watch as the exquisite woman buzzed about like one of the plump bumblebees that made their way from one flower to the other, in his garden. A small smile making its way onto his lips as he looked at the table and saw all that she had managed to make. His mouth watering at the sight. The strangest feeling taking over him, as the little woman brushed down her dress than looked up to see him. A feeling that this was no longer just a house, but a home.