The Hobbit Imagines

7. Thorin x Reader

Hey! This was requested by IrisEnigma - I really hope you like it! And thanks for putting in such a great request, I really enjoyed writing this one ^_^

For your entire life, people had told you to expect the unexpected, even your most loved ones can turn on you in desperate times. You should have believed them.

Upon arriving at the deserted kingdom of Erebor, the dwarves quickly made themselves at home- especially Thorin. While grey clouds loomed over the mountain, the dwarves were quickly set to work, digging through mounds of gold, shovelling by the ton, in search of the precious Arkenstone. This divine artefact meant more Thorin than you had first anticipated, and it scared you. From a distance, you watched his concern for the family heirloom turn into a warped and worrying obsession. Thorin had the company- his friends and kinsman- running round like headless chickens. None of them were happy with the idea of slaving away inside these halls, however they refused to speak to Thorin about it. That's when you thought, maybe he would listen to you. You were engaged, perhaps he would be more open to suggestion with you.

For some reason, you were nervous when you first broached the topic with him. You were worried you might enrage him. But you brushed the thought aside, he loved you- you knew that. Taking a deep breath, you said bravely "Thorin, do you really think it fair to force the company to work at such a joyful time? We should be celebrating- they have just returned to their homeland, for goodness sake, surely they could afford a moments rest!" Thorin was quick to shut you down. In the blink of an eye, he was towering above you; that didn't normally happen, but when he stood upon the pedestal that displayed his throne, you had to crane your neck to look at his face. "Do you dare challenge my birth right?!" He roared at you. Flinching, you gasped and stepped back slightly. Thorin's chest heaved as his dark eyes burned holes in your skin. He growled at you "No dwarf is allowed to rest until the Arkenstone is recovered.  And any one who contends these orders will answer to their king." At that moment, you knew this was not the man you loved, not the man you arrived with. Biting your lip, your gaze dropped to the floor as you turned and drifted away, heartbroken. Turns out, you were right to be nervous.

As you stumbled through dingy, poorly lit corridors, you whimpered. Thorin never shouted at you, even in his foulest moods, he was careful with you. Beside he was right, you had no place to question his choices. You weren't even a dwarf! You were further from home than you had ever been and for the first time, you were truly frightened.

The Wyr were a rare and ancient species, their roots lost over time. Wyr possessed the ability to manipulate snow and ice, allowing them to create magnificent structures, incredible displays, protect themselves from threats. You were settled high in the Eastern Mountains, an empire kept safe by harsh, weathering winds. And as much as you loved your home, you wanted so badly to see what was out there, in the real world! When you left, you encountered Gandalf, who introduced you to Thorin and the company. At first, none of them trusted you, and you really struggled to fit in. They only tolerated you because Gandalf had insisted upon your company for the quest. One night, when you couldn't sleep, you stayed up by yourself, and created a tiny ice-firework display, for only you to see. Sparks of silver lit up your face as you hunched your shoulders over to hide it from the rest of the group, not wanting to disturb them. You smiled longingly at the magical lights which flowered in the air. You missed home, there was no denying it. While you were lost in your nostalgic thoughts, you didn't hear Thorin approaching behind you. It was only when he hummed "It's truly beautiful." that you gasped and whirled round suddenly. The glowing lights disappeared and Thorin frowned, disappointed that he didn't get to see more. He apologised and offered out his hand to help you up. You smiled and slid your hand into his. When you stood, Thorin was struck by the pale blue light which seemed to glow from your eyes. In the daylight, he had not noticed their brightness and clarity. He was completely enthralled as you explained to him that it had to do with the ice powers. The two of you stayed up that night, swapping tales and history. Eventually your eyes drifted close, your head resting on Thorin's shoulder. Despite your cold, fair skin, Thorin had never felt warmer inside. The two of you continued these late night, clandestine meetings for a while. Within a month, Thorin had asked to court you, and the other dwarves became much more hospitable. Finally, you found a place amongst them. They were like a real family to you.