Imagines - The Hobbit

Arranged Marriage?!

Imagine: Erebor and Lake Town have been rebuilt and no battle was had - other than against Smaug. Alex remains with the Company when her grandmother - a royal duchess who she had ran away from - arrived to take her granddaughter away to go through with her held off arranged marriage. Was Thorin going to allow such a thing to happen??

Alex's P.O.V

"Last nights party was amazing!!" Kili exclaimed as he, his brother and I entered the great hall; I chuckled as Fili excitedly agreed - it was their first celebration as crowned princes. I couldn't help but agree - last night was indeed great. People from Lake Town joined us in Erebor with food and bottles of wine to celebrate the end of Smaug and the completion of rebuilding both of their homes; music was placed, dancing were had, many drinks were consumed and laughter could be heard no matter where you went. It was a night were friends were made and further alliances were created. A night that would never be forgotten, that's for sure. "Whilst we agree with you laddie, could you keep it down??" Bofur asked from his seat at one of the many tables; he - much like the rest of the Company that were present - had his head resting on his arms which were lay on the table. I chuckled at the sight of the hungover dwarves as the princes and I sat down; Fili had a minor hangover whilst his younger brother and I were completely fine. "Hold on, how come you don't feel like crap??" Nori asked as he looked up towards me as I took a seat in between Kili and Thorin - the young dwarf had a thing for dragging me to sit wherever he chose to sit, not that I minded all that much "we all saw you last night drinking like a fish!!". Bless, his own loud voice hurt his head, as well as the others who told him to shut up; a fond smile traced my lips as I folded my arms across my chest "indeed you did" I admitted "but what you saw me drink was two glasses of wine, followed by orange juice for the remainder of the night so I am headache free" I explained before casting a look towards the young princes "well....nearly headache free" I joked. That earned me a playful shove, though it seemed to accidentally force me off of my seat; I yelped out at the sudden loss of a chair but, before I could hit the floor, felt a pair of arms grab and catch me. Glancing up, I see that it was Thorin who had caught me with what seemed to be ease; he helped me back onto my seat as I thanked him with a smile - it was returned before he cast a glance towards his nephews after checking I was both unharmed and safely back on the chair "be careful". 

As we ate some breakfast....or as Kili, Fili and I ate some breakfast whilst the others attempted to do the same, we entered conversations and enjoyed one another's company like we did on our journey to Erebor; I soon found myself discussing the future plans to make alliances with the humans of Rohan - I was suggesting he attempt to do the same with the elves of Rivendell "they did help us after all". It seemed he was considering such a thing - I hoped he would; it would benefit both the elves and dwarves, as well ease the feud between both races. As we continued the conversation and ate our food, the large door to the great hall slammed open to reveal over fifteen humans dressed in armour, weapons attached to their belts; it had us all alert and alarmed as we stared at the intruders. Thorin rose from his seat at the head of the table "who are you?! What are you doing in our home uninvited?!" his voice boomed out; another voice spoke up - whoever owned it was hidden away, in the middle of the many guards as if they were protecting them. "Considering you have something that belongs to me, I say I have every right to enter Erebor and take it back" that voice....oh god, no...it can't be; the old, female voice was one I recognised and prayed I would ever see again "and what such belonging are you talking about??" the King asked with a raised brow. Two of the guards moved from the front of the group to reveal an elder woman, dressed in the grandest of clothes with a tiara placed on top of her hair; I felt my stomach turn and breath catch in the back of my throat at the sight of the familiar cold face. As she raised her arm, we all watched as she pointed her crooked and wrinkled finger right at me; I felt sick to my stomach. She really had found me...I was in a lot of trouble.