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Our Little Thorin

Pairing/s: Thorin x wife!reader

Setting/Timeline: Few years after BoTFA, Durins live!AU

Warning(s)/Genre(s): Fluff

Word Count: 1,521

The Hobbit, The Durins, Bilbo Baggins, and Any of the Company © J.R.R. Tolkien The Hobbit films and Tauriel(mentioned) © Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens, Warner Bros., Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, and New Line Cinema Context © me

Based on my imagine.

A/N: Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to all! (I hope I didn’t screw this one up XD) And I’m sorry for overdoing this :P

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Never have you been so nervous in your life.

Probably except when you were crowned as Queen of Durin’s folk. Or maybe it is the hormones that make you think of the unnecessary things.

“You need to calm down namad(sister),” Dis lightly reprimands as you pace around her living quarters, holding her own chuckles ,“you are wearing down my the carpet, and stress is not good for the young one in your belly.”

Exhilaration and surprise became the understatement of the year when Oin told you of your pregnancy. Though you have been feeling off and quite ill in your first month, the possibility never crossed your mind; accepting the fact it will be a hard time for both you and Thorin to conceive due to his age and the stress your duties as King and Queen entails.

But deep down you haven’t given up hope. You knew of your husband’s wish of having a family of his own one day and the joy of seeing his children growing up to be the best they can be. Even if your stubborn King would tell you it doesn’t matter if both of you will be blessed with children, your positivity and belief never diminish.

“I am sorry Dis,” you sigh, frustrated of how ridiculous you are for fretting over such trivial thing, “but, what if our plans will not go as it should?”

And you were indeed blessed by Mahal, and on Durin’s Day no less, with one of the most wonderful gift a woman could ever receive; the gift of having a growing child in one’s womb and of giving the chance to a mother.

“It will go as it should,” Dis reassures, approaching you with surety evident in her azure eyes, “you have been planning this since the day after Durin’s Day. And you, of all people that I have the privilege of knowing, are one of the very best at planning and executing big surprises.”

You couldn’t help but smile at your sister-in-law. Truly you are very grateful of having such headstrong and compassionate dwarrowdam at your side, and you know you will always have her through thick and thin.

“Just make sure I will be their godmother,” Dis cheekily winks as she gives your growing belly at teasing pat, “I helped you with the preparations you needed after all.”

And you can’t wait to bring the good news to everyone, especially to your unsuspecting husband.

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Never has Erebor witnessed such festivity in all its years of reign as the most powerful Dwarven kingdom in all of Middle Earth.

Its citizens love any kind of celebration as long as food, music, and booze are abundant, the children of Durin never thought of having such grand festivity in the Yule much like what they have on Durin’s Day.

But because of their love and adoration for their Queen, they now celebrate it much like how they would want to celebrate their New Year; Erebor’s Great Hall packed with dwarves, men, and elves, the banquet table filled with food of all kinds, barrels and caskets overflowing with wine and ale, and music and laughter could be heard in all corners of the gigantic room as gifts and well wishes are exchanged between attendants.

“There is a grand celebration at the Great Hall already,” Thorin jests as he is being dragged by Fili and Kili away from the hundreds of attendants, “why have a separate one when you could have it with the rest of our people?”

“Though we would love to fill you in Uncle,” Fili answers, his smile never seizes even if he is receiving death glares from Thorin, “we do not know what is really happening.”

“We were only instructed by amad to drag you away from the Great Hall and to come with us,” Kili added before dodging Thorin’s hand as it attempted to give him a hard wack on the head, “and there’s no need to be so violent, you know.”

“You are snickering the whole time Kili,” Thorin hisses, certainly feeling uneasy as he could see the glint in both his nephews’ eyes that he knows too well what it implies, “and you, Fili, definitely know something.”

“I swear I do not!” The older prince exclaims, “amad never even said a single word of what this is all about.”

Thorin is about to give both princes another stern word, or give them a death glare that will certainly bring nightmares for the rest of their days, when they arrive at one of the conference rooms located in the Royal Wing. Laughter and music could be heard from the inside and Thorin couldn’t help but recognize each voices of the Company.

“Thorin! Finally you’ve arrived,” exclaims Bilbo after opening the doors for the three Durins to come in, “we thought you would never come.”

“Or ye’ got lost, again,” Dwalin adds, earning a huge laughter from the rest of the Company.

“Master Baggins, you are here,” The Dwarven King asks as he throws a boot at his snickering cousin, his irritation towards his nephews are replaced by surprise and delight, “and why have you not informed me you are to come here?”

“(Y/N) actually planned this reunion a year ago,” Bilbo gives out a hearty laugh as he points at (Y/N)’s direction, looking more radiant and beautiful in a simple royal blue gown as she helps Bombur and Tauriel set out more food, “she invited me to come over, since she thought of having this gathering on the Yule season.”

Never would Thorin expect for his wife, his One, to have everything planned in just one year. But he knows of her capabilities as one of the most excellent plan-makers, witnessing it first hand during the Quest and at their charge towards Ravenhill, saving his and his nephews’ lives.

And such quality is one of the few things that made, and still makes him, fall madly in love with his Queen.

“Good! My insufferable brother and my rambunctious sons are finally here,” Dis exclaims, making Thorin break his reverie and earning another round of laughter from the company.

“Amad,” Fili and Kili both jest at the same time, “we are not rambunctious!”

“Settle down now and let us all eat,” the Lady of Erebor adds, rolling her eyes as she ignores her sons’ pouting lips and puppy eyes, “the food will get cold, and I do not want to disappoint dear Bombur, my future daughter-in-law, and the lady of the night.”

(Y/N) couldn’t fight the heat spreading across her cheeks, looking flushed as she shyly smiles at each member of the Company. Though she is Queen, and her presence is as much needed as Thorin’s in every meetings and gatherings, she will never get use to receiving a lot of attention for the rest of her days.

And Thorin’s endearing but teasing smirk doesn’t help ease her embarrassment one bit.

“You are adorable, my wife,” he mouths, taking a seat at the head of the table and giving her a playful wink.

“Shut it,” she bites back, chuckling at how silly her husband is acting.

‘If only he knows what’s in store for him,’ (Y/N) couldn’t help but think as she places a hand on her still flat stomach. When suddenly a small wave of realization comes rushing into her as she subtly looks at Dis, who in turn gives her a secretive smile; encouraging (Y/N) to do what she planned to do for the night.

“Thank you all for giving your time to attend this small gathering,” (Y/N) says, making everyone’s attention turn to her, “I never thought this will even be possible.”

“Considering our Master Hobbit here lives at the far end of Middle Earth,” Gloin grumbles, earning him a chuckle from those nearest to him,“me wee lad had been wanting to meet ‘cha, ‘ye know.”

“Little Gimli now has the chance, brother,” Oin replies before looking back at (Y/N), knowing full well what his latest patient and Queen plans, “and I believe there is something you would want to say, your Majesty?”

And that certainly earns her curious but very inquisitive glances from these dwarves she calls family, especially the bluest of all blue hues that stands out from the rest.

“Yes, dear Oin,” she replies, her hand now rubbing comforting circles on her belly, “for, I believe, this is the perfect opportunity for me to give you all such wonderful news.”

Never had (Y/N) thought of experiencing such waves of emotions all in one night; emotions filled with joy, surprise, and excitement as she looks onto every member of the Company giving both her and Thorin congratulations and well wishes.

For her wish of giving Thorin a chance to make his dreams come true.

And seeing her husband, her King, and the love of her life, the happiest of all as he showers her with kisses and hugs; his eyes filled with happy tears and giving her words of endearment in her ears makes everything she did for the night to be merry worth it.

“I can’t wait for you to meet our little Thorin.”

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