Imagines - The Hobbit

Realisation

Imagine: the Company have set up camp for the night when Alex Hunter comes to a shocking realisation - she had fallen in love with Thorin Oakenshield!!

Alex's P.O.V

After Thorin had declared we would stop and set up camp for the night, as well as had given everyone their jobs, I picked a place and set up my bedroll before assisting Bofur with collecting some firewood and creating the fire itself. After that, I allowed myself to rest and warm up by the roaring fire as the others all carried on with their own jobs; I was kind of glad I got some time on my own as I needed to clear my head. Lately, something has been on my mind for a couple of weeks now - one single thing which refused to leave my head...and heart. And that single thing was called Thorin Oakenshield. The damn dwarf had somehow invaded my mind and decided he rather liked it there, refusing to leave even when I seriously needed to think of other more in the moment things!! Like during a fight against a blood thirsty orc and I needed to focus on not getting killed!! But no, my mind - even during those dangerous moments - creeped towards the Company's leader!! On the other hand, it wasn't completely terrible. The thought of Thorin was a pleasant one, that was for sure. His beautiful blue eyes, his long braided hair, his strong muscular arms and chest, as well as his broad shoulders - stop it Alex!! Shaking my head of the thoughts of the dwarves features, I began to wonder why I was thinking these things. When we had first met, it was no secret Thorin literally hated my guts and wished I hadn't agreed to join his Company; we really didn't get along back then. But after I had saved him, as well as everyone else within the Company at least once, he had apolagised for his hostality towards me and began to change; he started checking on me, helping me with my jobs and injuries, his harsh words and snaps were no more, he would purposely walk with me when we were traveling and I'm pretty sure he talks to me nearly more than anyone else. Not to mention I've noticed how he chooses to sit next to me during our meals, as well as places his bedroll not too far from my own. And honestly....I wasn't complaining. I never had anything against the king - even when he was horrid towards me - but once we finally came to an understanding, a friendship began to grow. And a strong one at that. I felt I could now trust Thorin with my life and more.

But what I couldn't figure was why?? Why do I think about Thorin in ways I have never thought of anyone else before?? Sure, I always make sure everyone else within the Company is okay, but I've never thought about them as much and with as much close detail as I do with their leader. So why did I do this?? Was something wrong with me?? Uhh!! Why are my thoughts always consumed by Thorin Oakenshield?! I used to believe it was just because - once we had sorted our differences....or his differences - we were building a friendship that appeared to grow stronger and stronger as each day passed by; it helped that we began to actually spend most of our days volenteerally together, as well as held hour long conversations which we were both interest in. It was nice. But why was it that, whenever I thought about the future crowned king of Erebor, my stomach began to do backflips?? That my cheeks would burn to the point where I was sure I resembled a tomato?? And whenever Thorin and I were forced to part, I felt a sense of...sadness and worry - especially if it was during dangerous situations. And whilst I didn't like being separated from the others, I never felt like I did for their leader.....what was wrong with me?! Why couldn't I just understand these strong yet bloody confusing feelings?! Sighing, I rubbed my forehead in an attempt to calm my racing and annoying thoughts. Looking up from the fire, I glanced around to see what everyone else was doing; Kili, Fili, Ori, Bifur and Bofur were in the middle of playing a card game as they used their limited gold coins to gamble. Nori, Dori and Bombur were sat on the other side of the fire having a good old chat whilst the largest dwarf prepared our dinner which should be ready within the hour. Sat on a large bolder not too far from the roaring fire, Gandalf and Bilbo were happily devoted to a conversation about who knows what as they also puffed on their smoke pipes, both making different shapes with the smoke. It was rather impressing actually. And sat under a large oak tree on the opposite side of our chosen campsite, Balin, Dwalin and Thorin were also talking away; the elder of the three was enjoying his smoke pipe whilst the younger two were both cleaning their weapons.