Short Affections (Thorin x Reader x Bilbo) Book 1 of 3

Chapter [1]

A warm, blinding light caressed your skin. You could hear the breeze flow through your ear as the blades of grass tickled around the skin that surrounded the outer layer of your ear. You couldn't move, it was like you were paralyzed, unable to move your limbs, but the dull pain in your side told you that you were alive. You weren't in your apartment anymore, in fact, you couldn't hear anything that would give away anyone's presence, just birds chirping to each other. Before you could fully start to panic, a wave of drowsiness overcame your senses. But before you could fully drift off, you could have sworn that you heard the sound of multiple clomping horseshoes.

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When you came to, the sound of clomping returned with it, along with occasional snorts and huffs. You could feel the animal sway it's head up and down as it moved. The sound of voices and laughter reached your ears, they echoed, as if coming from behind you. With a slight groan, you lifted your stiff body up to a siting position on the horse. With squinted eyes, you peered out over the land.
On your left, there was a vast forest, then to your right, there was open plains that stretched as far as the eye could see.
With a mind still slightly fogged over with sleep, you were having trouble processing what was happening. Where were you?

"Ah, it's good to see that your finally awake, I was beginning to think that you might never wake up."

You felt your heart stop for a second as you jolted forwards, in result, falling off the horse. You tried to grab something as you fell, but only succeeded in grabbing air. You hit the ground with a thud and rolled a bit. With a groan of pain you sat up and rubbed the back of your head.

All the yelling and laughing stopped and was replaced with the sound of people stopping their horses. Suddenly big, hairy feet came into your line of sight. "Ma'am, are...are you alright?" You looked up, only to be met with the worried face of a very short...man....child? He reached a hand down to help you up, and you let him hoist you up, but instead of letting go, you spun him around and put him in a choke hold. "No, I am far from being alright!"

The sound of feet caught your attention, you looked up and seen other short men holding weapons, they started to advance towards the two of you. "Stop! Or I break his little neck!" At your words, they stopped abruptly.

"Now, who are you and where are we?" You demanded, keeping an eye on the eleven men.

"I-I...I am Bilbo Baggins, from the Shire, and we are in Weather top." He stammered, not liking the thought of you breaking his neck.

You made a noise, between a laugh and a groan. "Mmhm, and I can see the future." You thought the sarcasm was obvious, but apparently not.

Before anyone could do anything, someone pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "Enough of this, who are you?"

You didn't answer his question, because you were to caught up in your sarcastic moment. "Ah, and you must be Thorin Oakenshield. Son of Thrain, who is believed to be dead, who is son of Thror, who was beheaded by the pale Orc known as Azog the Defiler." You paused, confused by all the shocked looks that were aimed at you. "Thorin, who is on his way to reclaim the mountain called Erebor, that was taken from you by the dragon named Smaug. But mostly, you want to take back your precise Kings jewel called the Arkenstone, the same one that made Thror go mad with dragon sickness, the same on that you will fall ill to. Should I go on?"

There was a tense silence. Then the gears finally started to turn in your head as you began to process everything...This is Middle Earth. You're holding Bilbo Baggins in a choke hold...and you just pissed off the real Thorin Oakenshield.....well shit.

You let out a nervous laugh. "Shit, you know what, I think I have to go, would you look at the time. I got places to be and people to see. Ha ha haaa...bye!" You released Bilbo, who scrambled away towards the safety of the dwarves, and quite quickly started to walk towards the cover of the forest.

"Get her!" You could hear Thorin's voice ring out. The command was followed by multiple footsteps running behind you.

A stream of quiet curses came from you as you began to sprint away from your chasers. As you ran, you felt something quite heavy land on your back, you stumbled a little, but continued to run.

You stopped once you were sure the other one was far enough behind, to try and remove whoever was clinging to your back off.

But, before you could do much as lift an arm, a new weight came barreling into your side. This caused you to topple over. You hit the ground with a thud.

"You know, we really hate to do this, but Thorin's orders."

The next thing happened so fast. Your hands were tightly tied together with rope, and you were being dragged out of the woods towards the awaiting group.

"Come on, just let me go and we can all pretend this never happened, you can go your way and I can go another, simple as that!" You said, pulling on the rope.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening anytime soon, you know to much for it to have come from the stories. You could be a spy, or an assassin for all I know. But one thing is for certain, you are a Seer, or so Gandalf and yourself claim. You are lucky, or I would have killed you already." Thorin growled while pulling your hair so you would be eye level with him as he spoke.

God, you hate karma.

You would have laughed if not for him pulling your hair. "Well then, isn't this just my lucky day?" Sarcasm leaked from your words like a stream.

He glared at you before turning away. "Lets move, we've wasted enough time as it is, Fili, Kili, I'm leaving you in charge of her, don't let her escape." He handed the rope to Kili before walking back to his pony.

"He's even more of a dick up close and personal. I seriously don't get how people can even love him." You muttered to yourself.

"Um, Thorin, aren't you going to give her a horse?" You heard Bilbo ask. Even after almost breaking his neck, he was still being nice to you.

"No master hobbit, the Race-whore will walk."

Bilbo looked like he was about to say something, but kept his mouth shut.

You felt your rope being pulled, so you looked up, expecting the brothers to start joking about the incident. "So, what's your name?" Kili asked, facing backwards to face you.

"There's no point in telling you, so fuck off." You snapped.

"Alright then, if you won't tell me your name, then tell me something that will happen to me in the future.!" He said, hoping to know.

You snorted. "I can't just give away valuable information to someone like you."

This argument continued the whole way to the next camping spot.

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Welcome to the new story, this one actually has a publishing schedule.

For Valentine's Day, I might write a special side story for this book, I don't know yet.