Fed up with the tediousness of the crypt like feel of your clan’s mountain home you had snuck through the gates unaccompanied. The forest had often proved your friend. The quiet solitude away from the complaints and constant buzz of activity of your fellow clansmen (clanspeople?) and surrounded by only the comings and goings of the woodland creatures and insects allowed you to unwind.
Travelling down the narrow path to your favourite spot that led to a small babbling brook you noticed that the path had been travelled recently. The brush had been damaged, the wild flora trampled. It was unusual as the path was hidden, unknown to most occupants of the mountain. You made a note to be weary of anything suspicious but continued on your way.
After a pleasant walk you found yourself at the small brook. Signs of a large, abandoned campsite were scattered around the clearing surrounding the stream. Yet you found nobody there and made yourself comfortable at a distance to the leftover clutter. Unpacking your small satchel, you began to fetch your lunch when a glint caught your eye. Surprised you crawled forward on your knees and retrieved the object from the river.
Fed up with the tediousness of the crypt like feel of your clan’s mountain home you had snuck through the gates unaccompanied. The forest had often proved your friend. The quiet solitude away from the complaints and constant buzz of activity of your fellow clansmen (clanspeople?) and surrounded by only the comings and goings of the woodland creatures and insects allowed you to unwind.
Travelling down the narrow path to your favourite spot that led to a small babbling brook you noticed that the path had been travelled recently. The brush had been damaged, the wild flora trampled. It was unusual as the path was hidden, unknown to most occupants of the mountain. You made a note to be weary of anything suspicious but continued on your way.
After a pleasant walk you found yourself at the small brook. Signs of a large, abandoned campsite were scattered around the clearing surrounding the stream. Yet you found nobody there and made yourself comfortable at a distance to the leftover clutter. Unpacking your small satchel, you began to fetch your lunch when a glint caught your eye. Surprised you crawled forward on your knees and retrieved the object from the river.
A pendant sat in your palm, the gold chain and pendant gleaming from the droplets that still clung to it from its icy bath. A ruby as red as blood was set in the middle surrounded my small runic inscriptions. Despite recognising the dwarven runes of your race you could not make out what they said. You could only guess that they were centuries old from a forgotten sub-dialect. Finding a clasp on the side you opened the pendant to find that it was in fact a locket containing a new family portrait. A family of five was proudly posed in the portrait and you stopped to admire the eldest son. He was rather regal and handsome. You blushed and scolded yourself at your snooping, though it did nothing to quell your heightened excitement of finding the lockets owner. Quickly gathering up your belongings you slipped the antique pendant securely in your bag and rushed back to your kingdom to find out as much as you could about the newfound treasure and the occupants of the camp.
It turned out that a small group of dwarves from the newly lost kingdom of Erebor had sought out the safety and aid of (Y/K/N) as they continued their search of a new home. How you had missed such news you did not know. You were excited and disappointed in equal measures. Learning about where such a treasure had come from thrilled you and yet you felt guilty in being unable to return such a valuable and likely prized possession to its owner, especially one who likely had lost most of their possessions in the Sack of Erebor. Alas, all you could do for the time was keep the antique prize safe.
You had followed the news that flowed into (Y/K/N) of the Ereborian refugees for several years since you had come across the pendant. The dwarves had finally settled in the Blue Mountains, their leader Thorin carving them out new halls. Thorin’s halls were said to be much more modest than the riches that the Long Beards had once been accustomed to. Though you supposed after all this time they were relieved to have finally found a place to settle.
Deciding that you had held onto the possession for long enough you decided to make the trek to the Blue Mountains with a caravan of traders from your kingdom who were headed there. There was safety in numbers, and you were far too timid, and perhaps smart, to travel the roads on your own. Your companions proved friendly enough and made sure to make you feel included amongst their ranks, something you deeply appreciated.
However, after a month of travel you were relieved to set your sights upon the Blue Mountain settlement. It had been a long and tiring journey as you were unused to such conditions or lengths of travel. Unsure of where to start you decided to accompany your companions to Thorin’s halls. You were unsure of who would greet you but were hopeful that they could perhaps recognise one of the dwarves in the portrait.
A kindly dwarf who was getting on in his years greeted you and took a log of the merchants and their goods. Having introduced himself as Balin, friend and aide to Thorin Oakenshield, you knew that he would be a good person to ask about the locket. So, once the formalities were finished and the merchants had begun to disperse you approached him.
“Forgive me Balin, my name is (Y/N). I travelled here with the caravan from (Y/K/N). Many years ago, I found a locket in a campsite near to our mountain and was told that it likely came from one of your people. There is a portrait in the locket, and I was hoping that you may recognise the family” you politely questioned. Balin looked surprised, “You are very kind to have travelled such a journey to try and find the owner. I would be happy to help. Show me the image and I will try to help.”
Retrieving the locket from a secure pocket in your pack you unclasped it and gestured for Balin to take. Upon casting his eyes upon it the elderly darrows eyes bulged. “I do not have to see the portrait to know who this belongs to” Balin breathlessly spoke, “Follow me.” With that he turned and began too hastily pace away. Left with the locket in your hand and your pack undone you quickly gathered your things together and raced after him.
After rushing down several long hallways Balin came to a stop at a large door. Knocking heavily on the door he did not pause to hear the answer before he pushed it open and gestured you inside. You found a darrow sat at a large desk pouring over some maps, though he had paused to look at the two of you. Though he had aged slightly since the drawing had been done, you recognised the darrow as the eldest son in the locket.
“This dam has found something of yours and has come all the way from (Y/K/N) to return it Thorin” Balin grinned. Thorin. As in the Prince of the sacked kingdom. Mahal. You stepped forward timidly under the intense stare of the darrow. Reaching into your pocket you pulled the locket out and stretched it out towards him. “I found this in a brook outside of (Y/K/N) not long after your people had passed through. I felt guilty holding onto it as it looked like a family heirloom, so I travelled here to return it to the owner not realising it was yours my prince. Balin was the one who recognised that you were the owner.”
Thorin, who had risen from his desk and made his way over to the pair of you, carefully took it from your hand brow furrowed. “What do you want for it? Surely you did not do this from the kindness of your heart” Thorin interrogated cautiously. “I only ask that I may have a dry place to sleep until I can return with the merchants home” you asked sincerely. Thorin taken aback by your answer nodded. “Very well, you will stay with my family in our home.”
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.”
