Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Thorin- I'm Here

You wiped the tears from your eyes. Tears of joy, not agony. The Battle of the Five Armies was over as of a few days ago. All the Erebor heirs had survived, one of which being your fiance, Thorin Oakenshield, who was the last of the three to still be asleep in bed. 

Currently, you were embracing Fili, who had just woken up from his painfully long sleep. Kili had been the first to wake a couple days prior. You had barely gotten to see him before he was covered in the auburn hair of that Silvan elf he had taken a liking to over the past weeks. At first, this had alarmed you, but then you saw his smile as he was peppered in kisses, and you knew he was okay-- well, better than okay.

"I'm so glad you're alright!" you cried into Fili's shoulder. He rubbed your back comfortingly.

"Not going to lie," he began, a humorous twinkle in his eyes, "I felt sorta pressured to live. I mean, could you imagine Kili as the king of Erebor? My death would doom the kingdom, and I couldn't let that happen."

"Good," you laughed, "you haven't changed a bit."

Then, a healer knocked eagerly on the door. 

"Enter," you shouted. The healer stepped in, bubbling with excitement. She was twiddling with her fingers, and you could tell she was pushing down an ear-to-ear smile.

"My lady, my prince," she began with a curtsy. "The king has awoken."

You gasped. "Is he well? May we see him?"

"He is as well as can be, and is making a strong recovery as we speak. He's still quite tired, but yes, now is a good time to visit him before he gets confused and uneasy."

You grinned and looked at Fili, who patted you on the shoulder.

"You go ahead," he said. "I'll talk to him later."

After giving him a peck on the forehead, you skipped out of the room all the way to Thorin's door.  You forced yourself to take a breath and smooth out your skirts before going inside. 

Thorin's spacious bed lie in the middle of his luxurious room. On the center of the mattress lied him himself. His eyes we half closed, but there was a tender smile on his face as he was bathed in the golden light of the open window. He had not noticed you yet. 

You walked around the bed and sat on the edge. Feeling the mattress dip, he turned to see you, and his eyes glowed with joy. He took your hands into his and pressed them to his chest. He didn't speak, but his deep and steady breathing was enough to comfort you.

He cupped your cheek with his hand and smiled. "Is that my beautiful queen?"

"Queen-to-be," you corrected him with a smile. "We haven't married yet."

"Really?" he mumbled, brow furrowed. His voice was soft and tired as he continued, "Because I had this amazing dream of our wedding." He stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. "You were dressed in white-- my mother's gown. Laced with gold it was; the dress of a goddess. But you almost threw up on it at the alter, for you were so anxious," he chuckled, stroking the back of your palm with his thumb and your cheek with the other. "But when you looked into my eyes and I into into yours, we weren't nervous anymore... It was like the crowd had disappeared, and the solemniser's words came from the mouth of Mahal instead."

"That sounds lovely," you said. Not long ago, you thought Thorin would die and the wedding would be cancelled forever. 

"I get to live it all again," he said, looking back at you. "But in reality this time."

You relished in the warmth of his hands and said, "I look forward to it."

Thorin was not expecting you to burst into tears at that moment. You were just so traumatized as the reality of what could've happened swept over you. No more than a few days ago, you had been told to prepare for the grief of losing your One, for he was unlikely to wake up from his coma. You had believed it, too. He was in a terrible condition. The hours you spent laying awake in a cold, seemingly stone-hard bed, waiting for an awakening you knew may never come had been the worst of your life.

"Amralime," Thorin ushered, "what's wrong?"

"I almost lost you, Thorin," you cried, your tears falling onto his bandaged chest. "I was so scared..." 

"Why, my dear (y/n)," he said softly and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. "You need not be scared anymore. I'm here, see?"

You met his eyes and cracked a small smile. Yes, he was here and unharmed. By the grace of Mahal, he was here and breathing.

Tenderly, you lowered your lips to his. They moved slowly yet passionately, cherishing the warmth of life. When you separated, you kept your forehead pressed against his. 

"I promise, Amralime," he said, "that I will never leave you... come hell or high water."

"I love you," you confessed, and kissed him once more.

The two of you remained quiet for a long time, simply holding each other and mumbling words of comfort. Then Thorin's eyes widened all out of a sudden.

"Where are Fili and Kili?" he asked frantically. "Where are my nephews?"

You gently pushed him back down into the pillows. "Relax, relax. They're fine, I assure you. Fili can come in to see you whenever you're ready."

"And Kili?"

You gulped. How where you going to explain this without summoning a storm of fury out of this dwarf?

"Uh... It may take a bit longer for me to find him," you said honestly. You had no idea where he was right now, but you knew he was with that she-elf. 

"Why is that?"

"He's taken a liking to a Mirkwood exile and has invited her to stay in the mountain. I'm sure he's just making sure she's settling in alright."

A muscle in Thorin's face twitched. "An elf, you say?"

Oh no... At least Thorin is alive and back to his usual self, you thought as optimistically as you could.

Translations:

Amralime- my love/love of mine