An Unexpected Fanfiction: The Hobbit & LOTR One Shots

What Hurts the Most (Evermore pt 2)

Heyooo my dear readers! This is a follow-up songfic to Evermore, requested by the lovely HingYiHuang! Soooo sorry this took me so long to publish, and I hope you like it!)

Type: Songfic

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x female reader

Warning: SAD but it gets better :3

A/N: I changed a few of the lyrics here to better fit the story

Translations: abanjabl = 'stone-brain', essentially 'idiot' in Khuzdul

Enjoy! (I hope...)

I can take the rain on the balcony of this empty throne room
That doesn't bother me

Thorin still hadn't gotten over her. Four years, almost five now, since Cora had left the throne room of Erebor in tears. Her prolonged absence was entirely the King Under the Mountain's fault, and he knew so, loathing himself for it every day. Her father had been sick, yes, and so she'd left to be at his side in his last days... But when she'd told Thorin she was leaving, he erupted with fury, berating her for leaving his side. Truly, his mind had been clouded with Dragon Sickness, but he blamed himself only, not the illness that had corrupted his mind. Now, he was too afraid to search for her, believing she never wanted to see him again- if she had, wouldn't she have come back to him by now?

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them outI'm not afraid to cry every once in a while

A tough, just, serious king was what his people saw him as. No one he wasn't close to suspected his inner pain and turmoil. Balin, who'd known him best after the deaths of his dear nephews, had needed to return to the Mines of Moria and rule justly there. Without the older dwarf's support, Thorin felt even more lost in his grief and longing of Cora. Each night, he would climb the stairs to the highest layer of the mountain kingdom and step out onto the balcony he watched her leave from. Only then, under the cloak of night and the stars twinkling so serenely it was almost as if they were mocking him, did Thorin cry. For hours on end, sometimes, he would stand, staring out at the world below, wishing with every ounce of his being that a speck of light, a lantern, would appear over the hills, and Cora would appear, riding the same tawny mare she'd rode away from him.

Even though going on with you gone still upsets meThere are days every now and again I pretend I'm okayBut that's not what gets me

No matter how much he wished for her return, it did not come, and the months kept passing by as Thorin grew gloomier and fell into deep despair. Even Balin, come for a short visit, could not console the king, and soon whispers emerged from his subjects. Why was the king so sad? Had someone he cared about died? Was he not content with his subjects and rule? One young dwarf, a brave squire, approached the king one day and asked if anything could be done to cheer him up. Thorin raised his head and thanked the lad, but replied quietly that only her return could bring back any semblance of joy he'd once felt. 

What hurts the most was being so closeAnd having so much to sayAnd watching you walk awayAnd never knowing what could've beenAnd not seeing that loving youIs what I was trying to do

The young dwarf, who was as clever as he was brave and caring, inquired as to who the 'she' he referred to was, and Thorin narrowed his eyes. When asked by the king what his name was, the lad replied, "Tibir, son of Aibir, your majesty. My father is the head of the stables near the east residentials." Thorin tilted his head. "The stables? Then you must know how to ride?" "Yes, your majesty," Tibir replied, perking up a bit. "Been riding near since I was born, yes." Thorin stood from his throne and examined the strapping lad for a long moment. He turned to his advisor and they had a muttered exchange. By the time Thorin turned back, Tibir was itching to know what his ruler had planned. He did not have to wait long for an answer, as the King Under the Mountain tilted his head gratefully at the young dwarf and declared, "I have a quest for you."