tolkien one shots

the avarice of kings {thorin} (c)

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"If you don't have my stone, get out before I make you." Thorin was practically growling at the Company- you included. Poor Bilbo looked ready to faint. It seemed as though the hobbit's bravery did in fact have bounds. Unfortunately for you, you found Thorin rather... attractive like this. You blinked. Oh, no.

The Company didn't leave at first, waiting to see if Thorin would follow through with his threat.  It wasn't until he growled that Bilbo squeaked and ran out, Ori following close behind. The rest of the Company did the same, until only you, Dwalin, and his nephews remained. "I thought I made myself rather clear. Perhaps you didn't understand."

"Uncle, we don't have the stone, but we're not leaving you." Fili sounded braver than he felt, you were sure, because even though Thorin was your One, and knew that he would never hurt you, you were shaking. And he knew it.

"What is the matter, amrâlimê?" Dwalin didn't like the king's tone and stepped in front of you. Thorin didn't like that. "Step away, Dwalin." You had never heard his voice so low before. It thrilled you.

"Not until I know ye won't hurt anyone, Thorin." The older dwarf held his ground.

"I am your king. You will speak to me as such." The two dwarves were staring at each other, standing off. You didn't like the tension in the room and sent a desperate glance to Fili and Kili.

"Uncle," Fili began hesitantly, "we didn't stay to begin a fight. We stayed to..."

Kili finished his brother's trailing sentence. "We stayed to help you find the arkenstone, Uncle." His smile was almost believable. "We just didn't want to alarm the others."

Thorin's eyes were skeptical, but he nodded. "Why are you all just standing there? Start looking!" His gruff shout spurred everyone into a frenzy, with everyone hurriedly leaving. "Not you, amrâlimê." His voice stilled every movement, quieted every sound.

You turned to face the cold grey eyes of your One. "O-of course, Thorin." You turned back to Dwalin and the nephews. "I will be fine. Go." Fili and Kili frowned but nodded, exiting with a final glance to you. Dwalin was not so easily convinced. "Do not anger him." Your voice dropped so Thorin wouldn't hear. You turned back to Thorin with a shaky smile. Thorin's gaze stayed on you, but quickly darkened when Dwalin failed to leave.

"Dwalin." His voice was a growl yet again. Dwalin had a frown etched on his face, but left, determined to stay close by. Just in case. "Come here, amrâlimê." You inched closer, still a few feet away. "Closer." A few more steps. "By Mahal, (Y/N), come here!" The force behind his voice made you jump, quickly approaching him. He was quick to grab your waist and pull you in, your hands automatically moving around his neck.

"Thorin," you squeaked, "I-" He silenced you by putting his lips firmly against yours, pulling you ever nearer. Your eyes widened but you were quickly reciprocating. He was being rough, something unusual for him, but you didn't even notice, being so wrapped up in him.

"You are mine, amrâlimê," he said when he finally pulled away for air.

You smirked, caught up in the moment. "Were you jealous, my One?" Your courting bead mocked him.

Thorin growled and pulled you back in. "Very."

After too long a time of silence, Dwalin got anxious and re-entered the room. He didn't know what he was expecting, but seeing his king and friend kissing and getting very close wasn't it. He quickly left the room, glad that you were okay but knowing at the same time that he could never look at you or Thorin the same way ever again.