Request by Anon: Can you write a Thorinx reader story? I am not good with plots so it can go however you wish :3
Summary: The reader owns a large treacherous garden.The dwarves are fortunate enough to wander inside and meet you. You're not the typical witch that they imagined, nor the one that Thorin expected to fall in love with.
Words: 1536
Notes: I got deeply into the Halloween spirit before making this....
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Thorin had to hand it to you. You liked sharp things.
He and the company had made the risky decision to go through the Drach Garden. There were rumors of a sorceress who wandered there. She would build lush flowery gardens and lure her prey in. Once they were in, she would sacravice them and use them as her eyes. Her spies were said to walk the earth; they saw all. Everything that was seen would be seen in her eyes as well.
But those were stories.
Once the company had "quietly," walked into your beautiful garden you doing from a statue that you hid yourself in.
"Who walks the path through my domain?" You spook from behind them. They jumped and pointed their weapons at you. You smirked. Using your magic you had made their weapons heat up to an intense degree. In pain they dropped their weapons and looked at you questioningly.
"You didn't answer my question," you shifted your weight to one foot. This company was entirely made up of dwarves! Well....a wizard and....a hobbit. Odd.
"W-we were just passing through your grace," the wizard in grey took did a bow to you. He was quite tall; his bushy beard was long and grey as well. You stood at the size of a dwarf. Who ever had the assumption that all witches had to be tall?
"I see, and if I may, why are you passing through?" You asked looking over the dwarves. One stood out most to you. He had long black waves hair and he stood taller than the rest. His braid clips were nothing like the others. They held symbols of royalty. You could not deny that he was attractive looking.
"We journey to the Lonely Mountain. I am here to help this company get their safely, the hobbit is our burglar," the wizard gestured to the halfling. You had heard of the dragon Smaug. If Thirin had the one gem that crowned all, it would summon the dwarves back to Erebor.
"The Arkenstone," you stated. The wizard bowed again. None of them had said their names yet; they would be right to.
"Yes. I am Gandalf the Gray and this is Thorin," Gandalf gestured to the attractive dwarf. "may we continue on our way..er ...?" The wizard didn't have your name yet.
"Y/n. Y/n Drach, I am the witch of my lovely garden if you haven't noticed," you told them your name. It seems only polite.
"May we go in peace witch?" Said the attractive royal dwarf named Thorin. You glared at him. You stared intently at him as you slowly crept up to him.
"Master dwarf, you call me witch like it is a bad thing," you smirked," I suppose you would be right to think that....," you were face to face with him now. It was clear that even he was intimidated by you. "You have no idea just how powerful I am. I have monsters and things that go bump in the night for friends. The winds are my messenger; it is deep within the night that she whispers to me. Tales of the forest and tales of a large group wander Middle-Earth. Oh yes! I have long expected your arrival.
"I can make objects move with my mind. Messing with temperature is a favorite of mine- speaking of which you weapons are quite cool. Feel free to pick them up. Try anything foolish and I will make sure you leave my domain with three eyes a horn on your head," you spoke to the company.
