#oakenshield

glorfindelridesagain:

Thorin returning home from Erebor: Umm, whatcha got there?

Bilbo: Meet our new son, Frodo.

Frodo stood in Thorin’s oversized armour with a pan on his head and wooden sword in hand.

Is anyone going to write this fic??

locked-winchesters-middleearth asked: Hi! I absolutely adore your guy’s work! Could I request a Thorin X Reader where they’re secretly in love and he takes her behind a tree one night and ravishes her, trying to keep quiet? Thank you!
Written by: Anna
Pairing: Thorin X Reader
Notes: I’m not all that comfortable writing smut at the moment… More like I’m just a crappy writer, so this is more pg-13, sorry >.< Hope you like it all the same though c:

You were roused suddenly by a soft rustling noise from behind where you had set up your bed roll. “(y/n)!” You heard a gruff voice whisper from behind you.

Rolling over so you were on your side, you looked up to see Thorin crouched over you, his hair dangling down the side of his face as his hand rested on your shoulder. “What are you doing?” You hissed in reply. “It’s practically midnight.”

“Get up.” He ordered, his voice still in a almost harsh whisper as he wrapped his hand around your bicep.

You groaned, rolling back over so you weren’t facing him any longer, trying to lull yourself back into your peaceful slumber. But of course, the future dwarf king was having none of that.

A second later, you found yourself being tugged back over so you were facing him once more, but this time he pulled you upwards and into his arms, tugging you to his feet. You suppressed a shriek of surprise, not wanting to wake the others as you were unwillingly jerked from your comfortable bedroll.

“Thorin!” You demanded, “What in Mahal’s name are you doing?!”

He began to pull you along behind him, his hand wrapped gently around your wrist as he tugged you away from the group. But he didn’t say a word, only moving forwards until the two of you were hidden in the edge of the trees along the clearing that the company had settled down in.

A second later you had found yourself being spun around and pushed back against the rough bark of a nearby tree. You were shocked for a moment as you tried to comprehend what had just happened, but when you saw Thorin standing in front of you, his body pressed up against yours, you realized what he was doing.

You let out a tired breath. “Thorin, I’m exhausted, can’t we just get a little bit of rest?” You practically begged, meekly trying to push him away, but being unsuccessful.

A growl burst from his throat as his eyes bore into yours. You were about to try and push the dwarf you loved so dearly away once more, but before you could, he had surged forwards and pressed his lips tightly against your own, fiercely kissing you.

You groaned against his mouth, the tiredness from a moment ago diminishing by the second. Thorin was pressing you tightly against the tree, one of his arms wrapping around your waist while the other trailed up your side, drawing closer to your chest. You had pulled your arms up around his head and wound your fingers into his curly hair, tugging it slightly as the kiss became more and more heated.

He broke away from you, both of you breathing heavily as your mouths hovered closely to each others. “Are you still tired?” He breathed, his nose brushing against yours.

A moan escaped your lips, as you closed your eyes in ecstasy. “No.” You got out, only wanting him to kiss you again.

You could see the grin on the prince’s face now as he adjusted his grip on you, shifting you further into his arms. “Good.”

Mahal, how you loved him.