Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Thorin- Too Late pt. 2

 Your POV:

Your maidservant sighed with admiration. "Look, my lady! Is this purple velvet not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

You rubbed the fabric gently. "It is beautiful," you admitted, "But I think I prefer the blue velvet more."

You were shopping in the market just outside the mountain. Your favorite vendor from New Laketown was here today, and you had made plans days before to see what he had brought in this time. 

"The blue one it is then," the maid said cheerfully and folded the fabric into her basket. You took out some gold coins from your purse to hand to the vendor. As you turned to leave, he called you back. 

"Lady (y/n)," he said, and pulled a bouquet of beautiful flowers from underneath the counter, "A dwarf brought these by early this morning. Said to give them to you once you came."

Confused, you took the flowers into your arms and examined them closely. They were your favorite colors. Who ever did this must know you quite well. It couldn't be Hroar, no; he would never express love in this way, which happened to be the way you preferred. Noticing there was a folded letter tied to the stems, you read it, searching for an answer to your question.

(Y/n),

This mysterious person didn't even address you properly. Must be your father. 

I remember how excited you used get every time this vendor visited. Remember when I bought you that pink scarf from him three winters ago? You probably lost it when Smaug attacked, but you treasured it more than anything.

Back to the topic at hand, I knew you would be coming here today. That's why I brought these flowers to be delivered to you. I figured they would make a nice welcome present. I even got them in your favorite colors. 

Love, 

A man that loves you more than Hroar 

Thorin.

You should have known. It was obvious that he was interested in you judging from that night less than a week ago. The disappointment in his eyes said it all. He was trying to change the direction of your heart back to him. 

"Who sent the flowers, my lady?" your maidservant asked curiously. You broke away from your thoughts and forced a smile. 

"Oh, it was only Hroar," you lied. As you walked back into the mountain, you promised yourself that you wouldn't fall into Thorin's arms. Your feelings had been reversed since two years ago. Now that you were engaged, there was no way you'd look at him the way he did now again. 

The sounds of singing and tankards clashing rang in your ears. You didn't want to go to this party. The council members, including your fiance, were celebrating the successful rebuilding of Erebor. Everything was going so smoothly, they wanted to have a feast for it. 

The rest of the noblewomen stood nearby their husbands, the ones that weren't at home tending to their babies, at least. You envied those housewives more than ever right now. 

Hroar had his arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you close into his side as he laughed drunkenly. You weren't very comfortable right now. You just wanted to go home and rest. By yourself. 

Eventually, you excused yourself to get some fresh air. You walked onto the balcony. The stars were staring at you, as if waiting for you to make the first move in a conversation. You felt bloated from the giant pork chop you just ate. Feasts and corsets didn't go together. After making sure you were alone, you unlaced your corset a bit, allowing your abdominal to no longer feel encased. You rested your elbows on the railing, looking over the view.