An Unexpected Fanfiction: The Hobbit & LOTR One Shots

A King's Contempt Rethought

(heyoooo everyone! Yaaaayyness I got a request from the fantabulous hufflepuffturtle! Thank ya so much! This is based off a gif imagine in my hobbit/lotr gif imagines book. To all of my readers: Requests are most definitely open, so feel free to message me or comment below or on my profile if you want me to write you a one shot, gif imagine (for either hobbit/lotr or avengers), or any other sort of story, I'm open to all ideas!)

Type: One shot

Pairing: Thorin x Female (Elf!) Reader

Translations: Daewen = 'Shadow Maiden'
Manwë = most powerful of the Valar, who were the 'Powers of Arda who shaped and rule the world.' (courtesy of the LOTR fandom wiki page, found here if you want to learn more about the Valar: https://lotr.fandom.com/wiki/Valar)
Mellon = friend

Read on, mellon, and I hope you like!

Dwarves and elves had historically never gotten along. Alliances between the two races most often failed, tensions were always on the rise and fall, and the opposition in times of peace and war often didn't waver. A clear example of the ancient rivalry still existing in modern day were two just rulers of each race. Thorin Oakenshield, rightful King Under the Mountain of Erebor, and Thranduil, king of Eryn Galen and all the forestland around it, had a stiff hatred of each other. Ever since Thorin's people had been besieged by a dragon and then orcs while the elven king watched mercilessly, turning his troops away and refusing to help, he had never forgiven Thranduil. Years and years passed and still, the tensions held high. Dwarves and elves would never form a true alliance and fall into peace with each other, so it seemed.

One elleth thought differently, and of course, she was considered to be quite odd.

Daewen was born and raised in Eryn Galen in its glorious time of beauty and prosperity, before the great spiders came and infested the land, turning the forest dark with their malignant poison. Her parents were well-to-do scribes for the king, and although she was raised in the lower end of the palace, she never enjoyed the life of plenty. As an elfling, she would always want to explore the forest and learn how to fight rather than reading the lengthy historical scrolls her parents wanted her to memorize. A future as a scribe never appealed to Daewen and as she grew, she longed more and more for the road. As she grew into full elven maturity, she developed a strong dislike for the king of the realm, deciding she viewed him as haughty, pretentious, cold, and even somewhat apathetic. 

When she chose a life as a Ranger instead of a scribe, her parents were disappointed but not at all surprised. They bade her farewell and so she went on her way, ready to explore all of Middle Earth, from each edge of the land to the other and everything in between. It was only a few months into her travels that she ended up at a small inn in Gondor, sheltering from the wild winds and lashing rain outside. The storm was mighty, but it never dimmed Daewen's spirit for adventure. She was so much happier now that she was seeing the rest of the world and appreciating all it was worth, and was pondering her newfound joy when an old man in a rather silly pointed grey hat sat down across from her. She met his twinkling gaze and immediately knew a great journey was in the future for her. 

Indeed, she predicted right, for in only a week's time she sat at the edge of the table in a good Master Baggins' home. She was laughing with the dwarves as they threw around food in a bit of a mock fight, even joining in and launching a spoonful of mashed potatoes at an older, disgruntled-looking fellow (who she later learned was named Balin) when a solemn, single knock on the door rang out. Everything stopped and Gandalf, the old wizard who had summoned her to join this quest, said something about 'him being here'. Poor Master Baggins was at his wits' end and so Daewen offered to get the door. He was mighty grateful and so she made her way over, bending her head to fit under most doorways and not bump her head on the ceiling. The circular door swung open and the face of a dwarf Daewen had heard much about before now turned to look at her. An expression of shock, then disdain appeared on his face and he shouldered his way inside without even a greeting.