Complicated (Thorin Oakenshield x Reader) [Slow Updates]

Chapter One

Along the roads of Hobbiton, an assassin lurks. As she walks down the unkempt moonlit paths, she is searching for something. And as she walks up a beautifully illuminated hill, she finds it.

A glowing blue symbol of sorts. Engraved into the circular green door of a Hobbit Hole. But as she climbs over a fairly short wooden fence with several smallish horses tied to a post of it, her attention is drawn to something else entirely; an open window. Through which she can hear deep gruff voices singing some ridiculous little song about blunting knives and bending forks.

As she crouches down in a pretty little bush of purple and yellow flowers, she can't help but roll her eyes.

"Idiots," she mutters.

Just as they wrap up the song, she hears footsteps coming from the stairs leading to the Hobbit Hole. And as she slowly turns her head to get a better look at who it is, she can't suppress a small smirk from forming on her lips. Her target has arrived.

Rather than immediately going for the kill, she takes a moment to assess her task.

He's fairly tall for a dwarf, looking to be a few inches taller than herself. He has long dark hair and cold gray eyes. So in short, he looks like what he is; a Dwarf.

He doesn't seem to be armed, though he could be hiding a knife or two beneath his cloak. Other than those minor possibilities, he should make for an easy kill.

You'll be safe soon Annabelle, she thinks, both sadness and hope glistening in her (E/C) eyes.

She watches as the Dwarf knocks on the door, giving the blue symbol a blank stare.

After a moment, a Hobbit of diminutive stature opens the door, a horde of Dwarves peeking around his shoulders, and a tall wizard with a pointy gray hat standing next to him.

The assassin realizes that this task may not be as easy as she thought, and begins to wish she'd taken a chance at the kill before everyone inside the hobbit hole had been alerted of Oakenshield's presence.

"Gandalf," her target addresses the wizard. "I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way- twice. I wouldn't have found it at all if it had not been for that mark on the door."

The assassin makes sure to listen to their interactions carefully as she attempts to pry the window near her open a little farther.

"Mark?!" the Hobbit exclaims, "There is no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!"

"There is a mark, I put it there myself," the wizard says, pulling the Hobbit away from the door and placing his arm on his shoulder. "Bilbo Baggins, I'd like to introduce to you the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield"

The Hobbit seems more than a little bit confused, as he proceeds to look back and forth between the wizard and the Dwarf.

The Dwarf takes a step toward the little Hobbit and sweeps his gaze across the pitiful creature.

"So," says the Dwarf, "this is the Hobbit."

He pauses for a moment, in a way that clearly indicates that he'd expected better.

"Tell me Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?"

"Pardon me?" the Hobbit says, clearly not sure what anyone has been going on about. The Dwarf ignores this, and continues with his questions.

"Axe or sword? What is your weapon of choice?"

"Well, I have some skill in conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that's relevant," the Hobbit says possibly trying to make a joke of the matter, although it's hard to tell.