The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (male reader insert)

Chapter 1: Beginning

[first lines; flashback to Bree – on the borders of the Shire, it's pouring rain, Thorin enters The Prancing Pony, he passes a man at the bar calling out to the bartender]
Man at Bar: I'm dying of thirst over here! Come on! Come on!
[the bartender places the man's drink on the bar]
Bartender: Here you are.
[a man goes past the barmaid nearly knocking the drink from her hand]
Barmaid: Watch it!
Bar Patron: Sorry, darling.
[the waitress takes the drinks to Thorin, who's sat at a table with (y/n)]
Barmaid: Here you are.
Thorin: Ah, thank you.
(Y/n): Thanks miss.
[Thorin starts to eat his meal while (y/n) drinks when they notice a man in the corner watching them, thorin, looks around and notices another man on the opposite site also watching him, they start to walk over to them, Thorin and (y/n) gets ready to draw their swords when suddenly Gandalf sits before them ]
Gandalf: Mind if I join you?
[Gandalf stops the barmaid as she walks past their table]
Gandalf: I'll have the same.
[the two men stop in their tracks and go back to their seats]
Gandalf: I should introduce myself. My name is Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey.
Thorin: I know who you are.
Gandalf: Well, now, this is a fine chance. What brings Thorin Oakenshield and (y/n) (l/n)to Bree?
Thorin: I received word that my Father had been seen wandering the wilds near *Dunland. We went looking, found no sign of him.
Gandalf: Thorin, it's been a long time since anything but rumor was heard of Thrain.
Thorin: He still lives, I am sure of it.
[the waitress interrupts them by bringing Gandalf's food and drink and placing it on the table]
Thorin: My father came to see you before he went missing. What did you say to him?
Gandalf: I urged him to march upon Erebor, to rally the seven armies of the dwarves. To destroy the dragon and take back the Lonely Mountain, and I would say the same to you. Take back your homeland.
Thorin: This is no chance meeting is it, Gandalf?
Gandalf: No, it is not. The Lonely Mountain troubles me, Thorin. That dragon has sat there long enough, sooner or later darker minds will turn towards Erebor. I ran into some unsavory characters whilst traveling along the Greenway. They mistook me for a vagabond.
Thorin: I imagine they regretted that.
Gandalf: One of them was carrying a message.
[he unrolls the message and slides it across the table to Thorin]
Gandalf: It is Black Speech.
[Thorin looks at Gandalf with unease]
Gandalf: A promise of payment.
Thorin: For what?
Gandalf: Your head. Someone wants you dead. Thorin, you can wait no longer. You are the heir to the throne of Durin. Unite the armies of the dwarves, together you have the might and power to retake Erebor. Summon a meeting of the seven dwarf families, demand they stand by their oath.
Thorin: The seven armies swore that oath to the one who wields the King's jewel, the Arkenstone. It is the only thing that will unite them, and in case you have forgotten, that jewel was stolen by Smaug.
(Y/n): And besides they won't want to face a dragon, Plus we don't even know how to kill it.
[Gandalf notices the two men that had been watching Thorin earlier get up and leave the bar]
Gandalf: What if I were to help you reclaim it?
Thorin: How? The Arkenstone lies half a world away, buried beneath the feet of a fire breathing dragon.
Gandalf: Yes, it does. Which is why we're going to need a burglar.
[12 months later – Bilbo is keeping an eye out on the Orcs, led by Azog, he sees them ride on their wolves to search for himself, (y/n) and the Company of Dwarves, as Bilbo goes to leave he spots a much larger creature from a distance, he runs back to Gandalf and the dwarves]
Thorin: How close is the pack?
Bilbo: Too close, couple of leagues, no more. But that's not the worst of it.
Dwalin: Have the Orcs picked up our scent?
Bilbo: Not yet, but they will do. We have another problem.
Gandalf: Did they see you? They saw you.
Bilbo: No, that's not it.
Gandalf: Good, what did I tell you? Quite as a mouse. Excellent burglar material.
[the dwarves start talking amongst themselves, agreeing with Gandalf]
Bilbo: Will you listen! I'm trying to tell you there is something else out there.
Gandalf: What form did it take? Like a bear?
Bilbo: Ye...Yes, but bigger. Much bigger.
[everyone looks at Gandalf]
Bofur: You knew about this beast?
[Gandalf doesn't reply but turns away to think for a moment]
Bofur: I say we double back.
Thorin: We'll be run down by a pack of Orcs.
Gandalf: There is a house, it's not far from here, where we might take refuge.
Thorin: Whose house? Are they friend or foe?
Gandalf: Neither. He will help us or he will kill us.
Thorin: What choice do we have?
[suddenly they hear the creature roaring nearby]
Gandalf: None.
[the dwarves and Bilbo make a run for it away from the Carrock led by Gandalf with the Orcs hot on their heels chasing them, they stop when they hear the creature roaring close by]
Gandalf: This way! Quickly!
[they all make a run for it, Gandalf spots the house ahead]
Gandalf: Into the house! Run!
[as they reach the house]
Gandalf: Come on! Get inside!
[as the dwarves and Bilbo all rush towards the house, Gandalf sees the creature coming through the woods after them, the dwarves try to open the door of the house, but it's locked]
Gandalf: Open the door!
Thorin: Quickly!
[Thorin rushes ahead and manages to open the door, they all rush inside and just as they are about to close the door the creature lunges its head through it, the dwarves all push to close the door]
Dwalin: Come on, lads!
(Y/n): Come on, Just a little more!.
[they finally manage to shut the door and lock it]
[Ori turns to Gandalf]
Ori: What is that?
Gandalf: That is our host.
[they all turn to look at Gandalf in confusion]
Gandalf: His name is Beorn, he's a skin-changer. Sometimes he's a huge black bear, sometimes he's a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not over fond of dwarves.
[they hear Beorn outside]
Ori: He's leaving.
[Dori pulls Ori away from the door]
Dori: Come away from there! It's not natural, none of it. It's obvious, he's under some dark spell.
Gandalf: Don't be a fool. He's under no enchantment but his own.
(Y/n): Skin changers are not under a dark spell , It's just how they are Dori.
[he takes off his hat]
Gandalf: Alright now, get some sleep all of you. You'll be safe here tonight.
[he stops and looks out]
Gandalf: I hope.
[later that night, Beorn in his bear form roams outside the house, further away Azog and his Orcs watch the house]
Narzug: [subtitled] Attack them now. Kill the Dwarf filth while they sleep.
Azog: [subtitled] No. The Beast stands guard.
[they walk towards the other Orcs]
Azog: [subtitled] We will kill them on the road.
[suddenly another Orc arrives riding on his wolf]
Bolg: [subtitled] They are gathering in Dol Guldur. The Master has summoned you.
[back in the house, while the dwarves are asleep, Bilbo takes out the One Ring from his pocket and looks at it]
[Azog and his Orcs arrive at Dol Guldur and Azog goes to speak with the Necromancer, a mysterious dark entity]
The Necromancer: [subtitled] We grow in number. We grow in strength. You will lead my armies.
Azog: [subtitled] What of Oakenshield?
The Necromancer: [subtitled] War is coming.
Azog: [subtitled] You promised me his head.
The Necromancer: [subtitled] Death will come to all.
[the Necromancer disappears]
Narzug: [subtitled] Do we call off the hunt?
Azog: [subtitled] Bolg!
[Bolg appears and walks towards Azog]
Azog: [subtitled] I have a task for you. Do you still thirst for Dwarf blood?
[that same night, Beorn changes to his strong male form, he enters his house and Bilbo watches him]
[in the morning, Bilbo wakes to find giant bees flying around his head, he looks around and sees everyone is sat at a table being served breakfast by Beorn]
Beorn: So you are the one they call Oakenshield and (l/n) Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?
Thorin: You know of Azog? How?
Beorn: My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the Orcs came down from the north. The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved. Not for work, you understand, but for sport. Caging skin-changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him.
(Y/n): Sick bastard.
Bilbo: There are others like you?
Beorn: Once there were many.
Bilbo: And now?
Beorn: Now there's only one. You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn.
Gandalf: Before Durin's Day falls, yes.
Beorn: You are running out of time.
Gandalf: Which is why we must go through Mirkwood.
Beorn: A darkness lies upon that forest, fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and The Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there, except in great need.
Gandalf: We will take the Elven Road, their path is still safe.
Beorn: Safe? The Wood Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They're less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not.
(Y/n): I also rather not go there, Just reasons.
Thorin: What do you mean?
(Y/n): There are things you will never understand thorin.
Beorn: These lands are crawling with Orcs, their numbers are growing and you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive. I don't like dwarves, they're greedy and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own.
[he picks up the mice Dwalin pushes away from his arm and looks at it]
Beorn: But Orcs I hate more.
[to Thorin]
Beorn: What do you need?
[Beorn loans the company his horses]
Beorn: Go now, while you have the light. Your hunters are not far behind.
[the company arrive at the entrance to Mirkwood forest, Gandalf steps through the entrance]
Gandalf: The Elven Gate.
[turning to the rest of the company]