Thorin's Morning After || Hobbit Fanfiction
11 parts Ongoing MatureThere is a Dwarf in her bed - a gorgeous, sleeping, naked Dwarf. His black strands splayed on her pillow. His unexpectedly long, fluffy lashes. His prominent straight nose, and his luscious beard - and of course, his lips. His sensually curved, soft lips, that performed the most enticing acts all over her body last night. Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, is in her bed, in a deep slumber. A deep postcoital slumber.
{Initially this story was written as a one-shot on my Tumblr page, a mushy and sexy 'drabble' as they were called then, in February 2014. It has become my first ever multi-chapter - and it has essentially launched my writing career.
Over 60 fanfics, several Kindle books, and, these days, several series of Wattpad books - it all came after. It's fascinating to look back at those early days. For years, I'd been writing my stories in the second person, following the format of a 'reader insert.' Many (if not most) of my protagonists are 'echoes' of King Thorin and his redheaded healer, Wren of Enedwaith.
I'm posting this fic here by a reader's request, and I'm going to edit it with my current knowledge of the proper format and style of writing - but I'm keeping some of the 'fanfiction' flavour, such as incomplete sentences and excessive use of descriptive adjectives. And the overuse of the verb 'chuckle.' Have you noticed how men always chuckle, smirk (exceptionally lopsidedly), and their eyes twinkle amused, in fanfiction? :)
I haven't reread this story in years, and I'm endlessly curious. I wonder if some elements of my present writing are already there, in the pillow talk of Wren of Enedwaith and Thorin Oakenshield.