The Hobbit Imagines

1. Ori x Reader

Birthdays...

On the morning of your 21st birthday, you awoke to a lively camp. You and the company had stopped for the night in a forest on the way to Mirkwood. Smiling contently to yourself, you stretched your arms above your head, squinting at the sun which peaked over the mountains in the distance. It was still early, but it seemed the boys were already up and working. Carefully you picked up your blankets and folded them, placing them to one side. You saw a few of the boys smirking at you from across the camp. "Good morning." You grinned at them. "Good afternoon, more like." Bofur chuckled alongside Fili and Kili. You wandered through the camp helping out whoever you could, enjoying the calmness of the atmosphere. Dwalin plodded up to you with an stern look plastered across his face, his hands clasped behind his back. "Lass, I wanted to give you something for your birthday. It's not much, but I hope you like it anyway." You were shocked- you never told them it was your birthday so as to how Dwalin found out, you were clueless. "Why, thank you! You didn't have to go to the trouble." You gushed. "Nonsense. It was no trouble at all." Slowly, Dwalin brought his arms in front of him, producing a small, brown parcel tied with string. Gently, you took it from his outstretched hand and pecked him on the cheek lightly. At this, a blush rose to his face so red it was undisguisable. Undoing the bow which held the paper around the gift, you watched the wrapper unfurl. It gradually revealed a  shining, silver dagger. You put the wrapper to one side and inspected the present. It was fairly clean, very sharp and had small engravings on the handle. Dwalin stood proudly, watching you closely as you held the weapon. It wasn't the most conventional gift, but you appreciated the effort. "That, my girl, is the first dagger I ever used in battle. I've stabbed many an orc with that blade. In the right light, you can still see some of the blood." He pointed at it. Suddenly aware of the smears along the shining edge, you held the dagger at more of a distance. "Thank you, Dwalin. It's lovely." You forced a smile. Taking it, you wrapped it in a small cloth and kept it buried deep within your rucksack, feeling slightly guilty for not being more grateful.

Mere moments later, Fili and Kili approached, beaming at you. "How can I help you boys?" You arched a curious eyebrow at them. "Well actually, we've got something special for you, missy." Fili replied. You cast them a suspicious glance. Kili elaborated, seeing your confusion. "See, a little birdy told us that today was your birthday! And we thought 'What on middle earth are we going to get our favourite she-dwarf for her special day.' And then realised- such a beautiful girl, deserves a jewel just a beautiful. So here you go!" They both revealed a glistening emerald, offering it to you. "Wow, it's incredible. Where did you find it?" You inquired, enchanted by the precious stone. "We took it from the blue mountains, not sure why though. We're glad we've finally found a use for it really." Fili explained. Holding it cautiously in the palm of your hand, you thanked them and they held you in a strong embrace, then you took it to your rucksack and took a closer look. What in God's name were you to do with something so fragile? It was too large to turn into a necklace or bracelet, and you could see from the way the boys spoke there was a lack of sentimental value to it. Once again you felt bad for not appreciating the gift as much as you should. It just seemed as if the boys were forgetting who you were. You didn't fight with daggers, or have any great longing for gems and jewels. Wrapping it up with your dagger, you closed your rucksack and put it aside again.

For the rest of the day, the dwarves came up to you one by one, giving you gifts that seemed rather impersonal. You loved the boys and you regretted that you weren't more excited by their gifts. Each gift became more fanciful and ridiculous than the last. By the end of the day your rucksack was full of jewels and books- Thorin hand-picked you a bouquet of flowers! The only person who thankfully had not mentioned your birthday was Ori.

Gathering around the campfire, all the dwarves prepared themselves for supper. A simple rabbit and vegetable broth with bread, kindly made by Bombur. You noticed one particular dwarf was missing from his regular place around the fire. You spotted Ori sat on a log facing out towards the trees. His shoulders were hunched over and he didn't turn around. You wondered if everything was okay... Silently, you ate your broth, thinking about Ori. He was one of your closest friends out of all of the dwarves. Although he was quiet, and at times could be a bit slow, he only ever had good intentions. He had the purest heart, and the kindest smile. Ori was young, but so were you and you loved him for all his flaws and funny faces. Bofur's loud voice jolted you out of your thoughts as you heard him call to Ori "Hey lad, put that silly book down and come and do something useful for once!" The others jeered and laughed at Ori, as he violently shook his head. "What's wrong lad, you forget how to spell your own name again?" Bofur teased. Feeling so bad for Ori, you interrupted Bofur. "Stop being so horrible to him." The boys turned to look at you. "Come one lass, we're only playing. Aren't we Ori?" Bofur looked over to him, but he did not speak, nor did he move. "Well it's not funny anymore. Can't you see he's upset? And you're not making it any better." You scolded them like a mother to a misbehaving child. The dwarves glanced at each other contrite written into their faces. "Okay Y/N. Ori? Come and sit with us for dinner?" Balin spoke to you and then Ori. Still, Ori shook his head. "Please? Ori lad, eat something." Dori asked worriedly. Once again, Ori refused "I'm busy." Was all he said. "Too busy to sit with us?" Slowly, all the dwarves started questioning Ori. This was not what you wanted to happen, and you could see it getting to him. He began to fidget, becoming irritated. "No. No, I don't want to. I'm not hungry. Later." Were some of the simple replies he gave. His voice steeled with each question, growing more and more angry. "Lad, just come over!" Bofur exclaimed. "NO!" Ori yelled, immediately rising from his seat. "I don't want to sit with you!" Everybody sat in stunned silence. Quietly Dori, who had always mothered Ori, said to him "Okay, you don't have to. We just thought it would be nice since it's Y/N birthday. Don't you want to know if she liked her presents?" Guiltily, Ori's eyes flicked to you, scanning you sadly. Kili chimed "Obviously she likes mine and Fili's the most." Indignantly, Thorin stood and contradicted them "As if she cares for some jewel, I collected only the best flowers for her birthday." Dwalin scoffed "You collected? You made Bilbo go out and pick them for you! She likes mine the best!" He boomed. Soon, all of the dwarves were in uproar about who's present you liked most. Finally Bombur turned to you and asked "Who's do you like the most?!" Impatiently the boys stared at you. "Well... They were all very nice gifts and I'm thankful that all of you tried hard to make this day special, but..." You were at a loss for words. How do you tell your friends, your family, that their presents were terrible? Incredibly, you didn't have to. A clear voice rang out from behind you "You don't get it. You're all stupid." Ori huffed. "Today wasn't about who had the best present. It was supposed to be about making Y/N happy. Are you, Y/N?" You paused, it was better to be honest. "Though the gems and the flowers and the daggers were very nice, I was really hoping we could all just spend some time together. None of you are selfish, but you can be shallow. And I think you know me better than you showed today..." You trailed off, but Ori finished the thought for you. "Did any of you stop to think why you were giving her those presents- other than to be better than everyone else?" Thorin cut him short when he challenged him by saying "You didn't even give her a present! Why should we listen to you?" Ori's mouth twitched as if he was holding back tears "You're right, you shouldn't listen to me." He sighed defeated. His sudden change in demeanour made you frown at him, worriedly. Before you could say anything, he turned and walked off into the forest, taking his book with him.

Shooting an angry look at the other dwarves, you shook your head and began to follow Ori into the darkness. Stars blanketed the night sky, like lanterns guiding you to your hurt friend. Seeing him clutching the notebook close to his chest, you waited a moment to watch him. You hated to find him so unbearably alone. That's when you heard him sniff... He was crying. "Oh Ori." You gasped as you ran to him, holding him tightly. He was shocked that you were out here with him, but he clung to you, never wanting to let go. "I'm sorry Y/N. They're right. I didn't even give you your present, I'm such a fool." Taking a step back, you gazed into his eyes, showing him that you were right there with him. "You're not a fool, and I don't mind that you didn't get me a present but I-" "No, I do have a present. I just... It's not ready. I wanted it to be finished for today, but I needed more time." He spoke quickly. "What do you mean?" Without saying anything, Ori lifted the notebook up and opened it to a page clearly marked. He turned it around and handed it to you, looking away shyly. You took the leather bound notebook wherein lied a beautiful water-painting portrait of yourself. "My goodness. Ori, did you do this?" He nodded slightly. Your jaw hung open in awe of the intricate drawing. He captured the light bouncing off of your H/C curls, the reflections in your E/C irises, the way you tilted your head slightly when you stop to think, and the way the corners of your mouth turn up when you try to hold in a giggle. Tears gathered in your eyes, and you threw yourself into Ori's arms. "Thank you. I love it so much." Raising onto your tiptoes, you gently went to kiss Ori's cheek, but he turned and kissed your lips instead. It was soft, sweet, so right. "I hope you had a nice birthday Y/N." He whispered. You grinned "It was perfect." The two of you sat on the forest floor, studying the painting. Ori told you all about how he had to watch you around the camp and find the best colours to get it just right. Spending the night with Ori was the perfect end to the day. You decided the painting was definitely your favourite present, and it would be for a long time...

Aww guys! I really enjoyed writing this one, although I felt a bit bad for Ori. If you'd like: vote, comment, request, and all that jazz! I would love to hear some feed back for this one because I honestly don't know what to think of my stuff anymore. But yeahhh, I'll see you guys in the next one <3

~Niamh~