LOTR/The Hobbit Characters X Reader

(Thorin X Reader) Trying to Get to You

Ever since she was forced to witness the fall of Erebor firsthand, (Y/N) had never truly been the same.

Perhaps this was due to the loss of her only living relative, her elder brother, which had caused the drastic change in her heart. Or maybe it was the dark memory of seeing her best friends being devoured before her, the dragon smirking in a sinister manner, as though he understood how helpless she had felt upon discovering that her weapons were no match for the its hide.

Or, possibly, she was not the same woman which she once was due to the deep red scar which had taken the place of her left eyebrow when a panicked citizen of Dale had raced past her, not minding his pitchfork as it grazed her forehead like a dragon's claw.

Only (Y/N) knew the true answer to this riddle which was often puzzled by her neighbors, their conclusions never reaching her ears.

Only the dwarves which had once lived near her in Dale knew that (Y/N) had once been a very sociable, open-minded, pleasant girl. This information, of course, would truly have shocked the people who she now shared a homeland with in Bree, especially since her new personality consisted of traits which could only be described as cold, dark, and distant.

Rarely did she invite others into her humble abode, which consisted of a fraction of the upstairs portion of the blacksmith shop in which she had found work upon arriving in the area. Her daily routine was simple. So simple, in fact, that if one was to keep an eye on (Y/N) long enough, they would be able to memorize the whole of it.

She began her day by eating a quick breakfast on the balcony of her quaint home, and then she would dress and prepare for the day's work. The remainder of her day would be spent working in the back room of the shop, with the exception of several breaks for food and the restroom, before she would finally retire for the night several hours after sunset.

Nothing was the same about her. Absolutely nothing.

That is- everything except for the owner of her heart.

Before the arrival of the foul beast Smaug, (Y/N) had been courting the former Prince of Erebor, Thorin.

The two had been madly in love, however in a very secretive way; for in public, the two would act as colleagues. It was know by all that they were together, however they would act as if no such thing was occurring between them when in the presence of other beings. Once they were alone, they acted as though they had already been married for a great deal of time. Such an immense change occurred, that any who intruded on their private conversations wondered if they had overheard the same people as the two who were known as (Y/N) and Thorin.

They had been separated physically during the fall of Erebor, however their love had been little more than momentarily strained. They had felt shattered, broken, lost.

And yet, deep within themselves, they both knew that the other was still alive.

And, because of this mysterious feeling, (Y/N) would end all of her days by stepping out quietly onto her balcony, and asking the moon itself in a very hushed tone if Thorin was living, and then if he was well in his health. She had never received a direct answer from the moon, however she had heard rumors of a dwarven prince passing through the Shire, to which she at first paid no mind to. However, after hearing countless men, hobbits, dwarves, and even a single elf speak of a quest to reclaim Erebor occurring within the Shire at that very moment, she knew that it must be true:

Thorin was alive, and he had set his heart upon avenging his homeland and the people who had been lost during its downfall by killing the dragon.

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