The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings Imagines

I Will Be -Beorn

(The request: Would you be willing to do a Beorn x reader where the reader and him are together and the reader has an anxiety attack. Beorn tried his best to help her through it. If you're not comfortable with this that's completely fine!!

(Okay so before anything else, disclaimer and warning I guess. This includes anxiety that may trigger you. If you are uncomfortable then please do not read.

I am by no means someone who knows everything about this topic. I did look up what is anxiety attack and panic attack and how they are different. Most of what I've read is that anxiety attacks may come gradually while panic attacks come suddenly and are very intense.

Now as I looked through the symptoms (I looked at healthline.com and medicalnewstoday.com), I found that what I feel most of the time is written on there. If you have reliable sources please do let me know. I haven't self diagnosed nor have I gone to a doctor for this. But what I've written here on this one-shot are some of the things I feel. Please, do tell me if I have written something wrong so that I can correct it.

In this one-shot I did not specify what was coming up that has made the reader very nervous. It is up to you what it can be.

If you are experiencing these kinds of things, know that there are people willing to be there for you. If you need medical attention, please do seek it. Don't be afraid. You deserve help. And I don't know if this is helpful or not, but something that I tell myself often when I think that I cannot do or cannot live through something, is that I have gone through things like this before. I have also thought on those occasions that I will not succeed. But I am still here, and I have gone through them. And I have learned from them. You can do this.)

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes, Beorn?"

"Are you alright?"

A pause.

"No."

Your heart was hammering inside your chest.

Your hands were cold but your whole body was experiencing flashes of cold and warmth.

You were restless, your hands itching to do something. You want to do something. You need to do something. But you don't know what to do. You don't want to do anything.

Your heart and mind was filled with dread.

You were having a hard time catching your breath.

That was the correct answer, right?

You weren't okay. You weren't alright.

"No, Beorn, I don't think I'm okay."

Something had come up that made you nervous. It wasn't due till the end of next week. You still have enough time to prepare.

But day and night, the thought of it plagued your mind and it hasn't left since. You knew this would all end when the problem has passed. You wanted the day to arrive so that you'd stop worrying, but you also didn't want it to come because you don't know if you'd be able to do it properly. The thought of failing sent you into more dark thoughts that lowered your self esteem.

There was no way out. There was no way out.

You wanted to get away from all this.

But how?

You start to panic again. The thought of never getting out of this cycle of nervousness and anxiety unsettled you.

"(Y/N)."

"...yes?"

"Look at me."

Hands cupped your cheeks, forcing your eyes to look at his. You gripped his hands, trying to focus on him instead on your worries.

"Take a deep breath, love."

You followed his example, focusing on the feeling of your stomach filling up with air. He told you to hold it for four seconds, then release it slowly. You did this for a few more times, and you felt yourself calm down. The problem was still in your mind, but it was retreating to the back of your thoughts.

"It will be fine, (Y/N). Everything will be fine."

"But Beorn, what if..."

"Then we'll get through all of them. We will accept what happens. It will pass, (Y/N), just like it always does. You've gone through so much. You can do it again. You will get through it."

You took a deep breath again and leaned your forehead on his shoulder.

He drew you closer and drew circles on your back. Little by little you found your heartbeat going back to normal. You focused on Beorn's warmth and his steady breathing, feeling your body relax.

 "(Y/N)?"

"Yes, Beorn?"

"Are you alright?"

A pause.

Your heart was now at peace.

Your hands were now warn.

You were now relaxed, a little bit tired.

You were in Beorn's arms, surrounded by his love.

But the problem was still there, and you knew the anxiety will come back.

"No, Beorn, I don't think I'm truly okay," you said. "But I will be. I will be, because I have you."