The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings Imagines

-Thorin-

"Get back here! Get back here I swear to God- don't you make me run after you like this...!"

You stopped in your tracks, whirling around on you heel to face Thorin, fits balled and eyes filled with tears that had not yet been spilt. "Shut up Thorin! Please I just- I love you! But I'm not enough for you! Get away from me because I swear to God that I'm poison!" You cried out in a broken voice, the tears rolling down your cheeks as your eyes could no longer contain the overwhelming emotion.

Thorin grunted softly, taking three strides before he was instantly there in front of you, his hands reaching out to grab your face and cup your cheeks. His stunning eyes of blue and green bore into yours. "Y/N. I. Love. You. You and no one else. I love you for all that you are in all of your flaws. And by my oath I swear to you... If your poison... Then I want to die by your hand. Because you are the best damn thing that ever happened to me... And I am not. Not leaving you. Do you understand?" Thorin's voice was deep and commanding as he held back the tears that threatened his own eyes.

She didn't see it... She didn't see how perfect she was. But he had to make her see... Even through her flaws... She was perfect. And to him, she was all that he would ever need.

You looked into his eyes, feeling as if a switch was finally flipped inside of your soul. A soft cry escaped your lips as you leaned your head forward against his broad chest, the sobs wracking through your body. "I- I understand... I love you." You managed to cry out as he held you close to himself, swearing that he would never let you go.

Thorin swore that he would never let you go. He made an oath! And that oath must be kept... It... It must be... But now, as you lay before him on the ground, blood pooling around you like a little river... There was nothing he could do. You were not supposed to die! This was not supposed to happen! No! It's a bad dream! It's a bad dream! Wake up Thorin! Wake up!

Thorin screamed mentally at himself as he stood over you, refusing to bend down and see that it really was true. You had just been holding his hand, whispering out broken 'I love yous' as the blood drained from your body....

"I love you... I love you... I... Love..." Then silence. Then there was silence. No more words spoken for your pale pink lips. Your chest had no longer risen and fallen with the ragged gasping breaths. There was silence. Nothing.

Your now dead eyes looked up blankly to the sky as if waiting for some form of miracle to swoop down and fix you. Instead you were greeted by the cold arms of Death.

Thorin had been on his knees, clinging you to his body as if somehow the strength of his arms would force your lungs to continue to fill with air and your heart to pump. He whispered back the muttered '"I love yous' his lips kissing yours over and over again. But soon a small trail of blood made its god forsaken treck down the corner of your parted lips, rolling over your pale skin. No more 'I love yous.'

Thorin stood, not sure if his heart was pounding violently or if it had simply stopped altogether. She wasn't dead... She... Couldn't be... Memories flashed through his mind, hitting him so hard Thorin thought he might crumble.

"Thorin! Thorin stop it!" You cried out softly, the sound of his name rolling from your lips sounding like Heaven on Earth. Thorin was leaving a light trail of kisses from your lips over your neck and to your collar bone, making you brush profusely.

A soft chuckle escaped him as he played with your hand in his, his fingers slipping so that they fit perfectly between the gaps of yours. "But I like hearing you giggle..." He teased you, his chin lightly resting on your shoulder. You just rolled your eyes and turned your face to him, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.

Thorin was screaming now. Sucking in air and screaming it out so loud that his lungs might physically burst. The weight that you had left upon him felt as if it were crushing him like he were nothing. You could not be dead! He needed you...! He needed you....

But there you lay at his feet, your cold eyes starring up at him like the ghost of what you once were. The knife through your chest painted and stained with your blood. And Thorin could not look down at you... His mate... His lover. His other half. All he could do was scream. Scream at the sky as if that was what had ripped her away from him... Scream until his throat could no longer scream... Scream because... You were not there to stop him.

Once the screams could no longer physically come and the pouring tears no longer fell, Thorin collected your little body in his arms, slowly pulling the knife from your chest. He looked down at you as if willing you to somehow wake from your eternal sleep... But he knew there was no point.

Slowly, Thorin Oakenshield, the young prince beneath the mountain, carried you in his arms, away from the destruction of that crumbling world.

"I love you... I love you... I... Love..."