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

The story - Thorin x Reader

"Bed........" The word garnering moans and groans from not only the three children, but their two, much, much, much older cousins.

"No one said that you had to go to bed." She continued, shaking her head, as the two dwarves turned to look at her.

"That's true, but we are staying for story time.......you did promise story time, didn't you, Aunt (Y/n).........?" The elleth rolling her eyes, as the pair grinned at her, while the children begged her to tell them one of her tales.

"Fine....but if you are going to stay, there will be no interruptions......this time; and you three can get into bed.........." (Y/n) smiling as there was a sudden flurry of activity. She taking a seat in her old chair next to the hearth, as covers were pulled up and comfortable spots on the floor, were found.

"Now what story is it to be.........?"

"The story, Naneth. We want the story..........." The oldest child replied. (Y/n) smiling at her son, who was the spitting image of his father.

"Very well then.......the story it is........" The elleth settling back in her chair, before she began.

"Now.....were to start......Do I begin at the end, with the dwarven king facing a pale orc atop Ravenhill? Or perhaps in the middle, with a fall into the kingdom of a certain goblin king........? No, I will begin where all good stories should begin, in the home of a small hobbit, in the middle of the Shire.

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She couldn't help but smile at the five faces that hung on her every word. It not seeming to matter that two of them present had lived all this with her, or that the other three had heard the tale a hundred times before; no. It always as if she was telling them the story for the first time; though the occasional little voice would add things that she may have omitted in this telling. Her oldest son, Throndin always wanting to know more about the battles; her second son Thrar, much more interested in all the funny little moment.....and trolls. And her daughter, Teliadis, the littlest of the trio, never letting her go passed describing Imladris; or speaking or Lord Elrond and Lindir. The elleth weaving her story to suit each of her little ones; Throndin gripping at his wooden sword as she spoke to them of the orcs and wargs. Thrar smiling, when she explained how she and Bilbo had kept the trolls from eating the Company, until Gandalf could save them. And Teliadis......Teliadis would just have the same dreamy look on her face, when she got to the part where the Company made their way down to the First Homely House west of the wild lands of Rhovanion, over the Misty Mountains.

As much as one might think that the elleth may grow bored of telling the tale; that she would not like to relive the horrors that she and the others had faced, (Y/n) would continue to speak of their journey, until even the sun and moon were no more, if that was what was wanted. That she would happily tell her grandchildren.....great grandchildren when the time came; or perhaps even sit and listen while Throndin, Thrar or Teliadis recounted the story themselves. (Y/n) never wanting it to be forgotten, not even the tiniest detail; it only right that the sacrifices that had been made, the hardships that had been faced and the horrors that had been experienced in the quest to reclaim the Mountain back from the last of the fire drakes, be remembered for generations to come.

"And the rest you know........." (Y/n) said, finally finishing the story. Her eyes moving from the happy little fire in the hearth, to her five listeners. A broad smile making its way onto her lips, as she saw that each of them......even Fili and Kili, had fallen fast asleep, somewhere along the way. The elleth quietly getting to her feet and making her way over to them; placing a kiss to each of her children's heads before taking two blankets from the foot of their beds and draping them over her nephews. She placing a kiss to their foreheads too, before she silently walked from the room.

"The story, again...........?" The warmth of the familiar voice making her smile, before she turned to see her husband.

"The story, again........." (Y/n) replied, with a nod of her head. Her heart beating a little quicker as it always did when Thorin was close. The king taking her hands and bringing them up to his lips to kiss.

"Your children will never grow bored of the tales of their father, and his Company. Of the sacrifices he made for his people......for them, long before they were even thought of, so that they could call Erebor their home. How Thorin Oakenshield became the greatest King under the Mountain the dwarves have ever known......." She continued, as she placed her hand on his cheek.

"I love you, elf..........."

"And I love you too; you grumpy dwarf........"

"What.....even now that I am growing older and greyer; and you are still as beautiful as ever........?"

"A few more pale hairs and wrinkles in your skin will not change the way I feel about you, Thorin. To me, you will always be the same handsome, brave, strong, loyal, could get lost in the Shire, dwarf, that I fell in love with all those years ago. The same dwarf that griped and growled at me every step of the journey, for being an elf. The same dwarf whose singing enchanted my soul, to the point that I knew I would never be able to leave you. So, yes, Thorin, I do love you. Every day and in every way, I love you more and more." (Y/n) told him, before leaning down and placing a kiss to his lips.

"Well, in that case. What say you and I go back to our chambers and add more to the tale. Perhaps.......perhaps even try for another little one to tell everything to.........?" (Y/n) unable to stop herself from chuckling as she saw the mischievous little glint in her husband's eyes. The glint that he kept just for her.

"I like the sound of that.....King under the Mountain.....Lead the way......" The elleth agreed, taking the arm that Thorin offered her. The King and Queen making their way through the towering halls of their home. Both of them happy to add a little more to their story.