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Litter. Brood. Army. No matter what others seemed to decide to call you all it never seemed to be far off. The only girl and baby out of twelve children seemed to be impressive to any hearing of it, though for you it meant limits. On everything, and now it seemed even your dreams were finally capped as well. For decades your father and older brothers had served the Durin clan. A sudden surprise daughter in a round of triplets after what seemed to be ages of sons brought on great hopes and fierce protection from the men hoping to spend all the time possible with you. Formerly from Numenor they had moved to Rohan early in their first pregnancy and by their third boy your father had followed a job tip and started on security for the crown Prince at the time, Thrain. Soon to be followed by all his equally as formidable appearing sons.

For all the love you received after costs for sending your last brother off to school a few years prior you were left to searching for scholarships to attend the school of your dreams. After years of being sent to the best prep schools in Rohan alongside your brothers that your aunts taught at, partly how you all were granted places in it at first, with your summers in Erebor you had decided on following your oldest brother to Erebor U. One of the most exclusive universities in Middle Earth, on scores alone you had received an acceptance letter, though to fund your schooling all through your summers since you were eleven you had been allowed to work in one of the desserts shop one of the Ruling Family’s relatives. You had thousands saved up but still it wouldn’t be anywhere near enough.

Extra cash was always able to be made when Queen Niro heard why you were saving with errands and tasks as her temporary assistant while she gave her normal assistant a small vacation granting you more to do to fully earn your wages. More and more you grew accustomed to the palace and city you were tasked to race across to complete her requests on one of your brother’s scooters. Each night ending with thorough lessons from your father on self defense and hand to hand combat ensuring you knew how to care for yourself if necessary. Target practice and threat assessment was among the list of added lessons while your mother focused on languages and ensuring you had memorized hundreds of maps and history on cultures.

More and more you pushed yourself until you sat in the hall waiting for the Queen’s signal to enter her chambers in the lavish palace, her grandsons passed through with their cousin Dwalin, all about your age and off to uni themselves. Their conversation all but breaking your heart as loud enough for you to hear at the opposite end of the hall they boasted of their plans for their first week in Erebor U not twenty minutes after you had discovered you had to pay up front two years for the degree you wanted, twelve thousand higher than you could afford. The soft ring of her bell freed you inside with the tray of tea she always took in the mornings away from the chatter of the young Princes.

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“You think she heard us?” Frerin asked glancing between Thorin and Dwalin, the latter who replied, “Should have. I mean half Hobbit half Numenor, bound to have with those cute ears of hers.” He raised a challenging brow at Thorin silencing his jealous spike.

Thorin sighed, “Just another week and finally I can have a full chance. No tasks tearing her away to Gran or off to Bombur’s dessert shop or changing of the guard having me locked inside a room for half an hour.”

Dwalin chuckled saying, “Ya, we just have to get you, her and your guards alone in a room-,”

Thorin groaned as Frerin did before the latter said, “Now we just have to convince Gramps to lessen our protection.”

They all nodded and went straight to the smoking den where they knew they would find him between his meetings. “Gramps, please. Even you got laxer protection in uni.”

Thror chuckled, “Yes, and at the time I was already betrothed to your Grandmother.”

They all groaned and Frerin said, “We aren’t out to hook up Gramps.”

Thror chuckled, “I know. However by what I heard of your birthday party and the Dams trying to get back to your table. Princes are in short supply and eagerly aspired to claiming.”

Dwalin nodded, “We know.”

Thror grinned, “You won’t even notice they’re there.”

Still smirking from his assumed plan Thror turned through the print out of your acceptance letter seeing the required payment for your courses you wished to take. Twelve children, and out of all of them you had the brightest flame in you fueling you towards your incredible dreams. Even in this palace working so close to the Royal family you never seemed phased, always off planning something with pale golden blonde curls bouncing behind you and silvery green eyes focused on all you had to tackle along the way. Years you had worked and nearly torn yourself in half to get into schools worthy of earning your parent’s proud boasting of your achievements as they had for your elder brothers. The paycheck to achieve those goals however, even with the vast hoard of Erebor at his discretion, that amount to hand over up front stung at him deeply.

Tirelessly you had toiled and now a single dollar amount would cut off all you had gained leaving you in a painful limbo. But in this he saw a great opportunity. Your group of triplets had been accepted, they had both won competitions with hefty prizes to fund their degrees leaving just you. He was in need of subtlety, something that always brought him back to you, your brothers drew attention and with a group of them already being there with you they were sure to gain attention while you were always able to slip through most situations unnoticed. A note sent your way had you passing through the door to his smoking den to bow your head at the end of the carpet is armchair was seated on.

A motion of his hand welcomed you to sit in the chair beside his, “Please, Bunny, take a seat.” You nodded and moved to the chair you lowered into and crossed your ankles feeling your jeans shifting around your legs over your boots tucked underneath while your long sleeve shirt hung around you under your tight vest covering the low dip over your cleavage. “I realize this is probably sudden and out of the blue for you. However, it needs to be said as soon as possible.” Folding your fingers on top of your lap he continued, “I became aware of your acceptance into Erebor U and that news of course comes on the heels of hearing that my grandsons were accepted as well.”

You nodded, “yes, I heard. Congratulations.”

He chuckled noting your slightly reserved expression, “Now, I understand how hard you have worked and I am highly impressed with your dedication. So much so in fact that I would like to offer you a deal.” Your lips parted just barely in the ticking of your chin to the side a fraction making his grin twitch wider, “My boys are requesting a more lax guard for their studies. I understand your family has taught you basic defense and threat assessment so I would like to request that while in school you split the courses they are taking with your brothers. They wish for subtlety and you could easily keep me informed of their safety. Basic check ins to each class, informing of any students or passers by meaning to harm them for the other guards to handle, after courses the other guards will step in to monitor them.”

“Your Majesty, as simple as that request would seem, I am unable to attend Erebor U actually.”

Drastically your expression fell with your eyes to your knees drawing him to lean forward to pat his hand on yours urging your eyes back up to him in shock, “My dear, my offer is to fund your degree.” Your lips parted fully, “Years you have shown amazing dedication and it would be a waste to see you get so close and have a monetary boundary on your future. You are a great asset to our kingdom and you have more than earned the aid in attending your dream school. So, you go to class, take a few extra and the guys will handle the rest.” Unable to say no you nodded and accepted the simple agreement, to observe and report back on their whereabouts. After a few minutes discussing what you hoped to do in your first week you rose as he did at the arrival of his aid reminding him of a meeting that sent you back to the Queen.

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Since the first time seeing you passing through the palace Thorin had instantly fallen for you. Stoic and trying to remain invisible yet present and observing though somehow clearly skipping over the Prince’s eyes remaining fixed on you. Years he had ached to get more than just the few snippets of conversation out of you outside the Few moments he had your attention in his stops into the Desserts shop you worked in.

During each of your shifts he would drop in with his brother and cousins, each time hoping for a smile, learning quickly the best times to drop by so you wouldn’t be over run with orders to stop and talk with them. Each time leaving him aching for more as he watched your blonde curls tucked up, swaying and bouncing to each step in a looped ponytail to keep it out of the way and somehow always the strip you pinned back out of your face would break free to cover those silvery green eyes of yours always seeming to say more than you ever dared to.

Nothing compared to that smile, of which the first time he’d seen it he felt as if he was floating on clouds after it had bowled him over. So breathtaking on your own, but when that broke free it was like he was seeing the first sunrise after a lifetime of dwelling in the dark, bright and unforgiving casting all around you in a bright golden light. Since then he tasked himself to triggering as many as he could, hoping to have you never without one in his presence.

In his eyes you were flawless, fearless and unstoppable. Headstrong against all the struggles along the way he ensured to study and get untouchable grades to earn a place in the school of your dreams, there he hoped to be with you, near you for more than a few moments a day he’d stolen from others just as demanding. Even if he spent years buried in books beside you wordlessly he would be content at least in your nearness.

Again and again he repeated to himself that he would talk to you, he would gain a few private moments a day at your side hoping that it would be enough for you to see he wasn’t trying to be a Prince with you. More than anything he wanted you to see yourself as his equal, because in his eyes with his title you still greatly surpassed him, twenty ladders wouldn’t grant him a peak up at your level. All he wanted was for you to see he was more than his family and you were far more to him than just merely another face in the masses his kin ruled over.

Shakily you stood outside the brownstone building you would be sharing with the Princes. The guards would be on the lowest floor in the makeshift lobby with waiting areas for guests while you were on the third on the left half of the building with your brothers in the apartments there normally for guests. While the Princes filled the apartments on the top two floors in the larger spaces fully prepped for them. As close to the Princes and the guards both in Thror’s decision only solidified by the Princes’ suggestion at dinner the night they got their confirmation letters.

Exhaling slowly you gave a grin to the Guards exiting the building to guide your borrowed scooter into the garage under the lobby as your brothers followed in the truck holding your things. Walking inside you eyed the lobby and accepted the solid emerald band with chips inside to locate you and grant you access into the building when paired with your key. Up into the elevator you walked and rode to your floor after hearing the Princes would be arriving in a couple hours after a trip to the Iron Hills.

The simply furnished apartment simplified your move and soon enough you had your duffels and boxes of supplies for school unloaded into each of your apartments before your trip off to claim your books for your assigned courses.

The extras didn’t seem all too daunting past the engineering class. Sure you’d heard enough from your brothers, who had already earned the credits and were unable to attend again, to bullshit your way through a conversation of it but to sit through a course for an entire year, even when it meant more time with the Durin dreamboats didn’t seem like a fair trade at all.

With your brothers around you the people milling about turned their heads to take notice of the daunting pair around you identical in hair and eye color but not much else to passers by aside from your gifted emerald rings.

B “You’ll do fine Jaqi, you’ve heard us enough to get through the rough start.” In a reach up you eased your ponytail out only for it to get tangled in the end of your hair.

C nodded grinning at your furrowed expression at the pesky band stuck in your curls you were freeing, “Exactly. And we can always help you study after your first class to help you catch up even more.”

“Ya, sometime between your joining rugby and football to keep up with the guys.”

They both chuckled and B stated, “You could always try out for something.”

C, “Or just join the other guards in doing laps through our practices.”

You sighed and braided your hair out of your face after easing the band onto your wrist content that your ears were covered as theirs were by their shorter curls just reaching their shoulders. “No teams this semester I think. I’ll just focus on school. Dad’ll insist on laps though.” With a sigh you brushed your tank top down more over your middle as you felt it trying to roll up again off your shifting belt in your walk.

With arm fulls of books you returned back to your apartment where you spotted the Princes each in the driveway to the garage unloading boxes, all unnecessarily shirtless on the cool day. Outside the building a crowd had grown of young women, all drooling over the sight with a great number of them seated on the steps blocking your path as they shared their clips and thoughts to the world with their phones. Rolling your eyes you followed your brothers, bumping the irritated then docile Dams parting for the pair while you followed behind earning jealous glares. Once inside you heard the signal from one of the guards holding them at a distance you had returned triggering the steady lowering on the garage door earning annoyed grumbles from the women outside.

Smirking at you Frerin nodded to your brothers then he eyed your books as he claimed a box and joined Thorin on their dart into the elevator.

Eyeing your books as the doors shut Thorin grinned while asking, “You’re taking Engineering? I didn’t know you were interested in that too.” Almost shocked it seemed by your signing up for it at all.

“Not really, though Dad figures it best for me to tick all the boxes. Already going for a science degree, why not try it, I mean all my brothers have.” You hoped your fib was enough but your slightly jumpy tone and blush on your cheeks only worsened your imagined effect of it.

But still you got that same smile from Thorin and his eyes swept over you with a look in his eye making you guess he was holding back from calling you out, which simply was his mental celebration that you would be in that class as well. Each of your books he inspected recognizing a good chunk you would be sharing easing a possible suggested study group, something all the more necessary if you were taking a full shot at engineering, a subject he absolutely thrives in.

“Well, if you need any help let us know. We could do a study group or something.”

You nodded and walked out when the doors opened to your floor stealing one last glimpse of his solid chest and arms coated in random rune markers and the start of a clan tattoo on his shoulder you couldn’t quite get a full view of at this angle. Behind the closed doors hands patted on Thorin’s back as Dwalin rumbled, “Told you she’d like your tattoos.”

Thorin smirked as Frerin said, “And being shirtless didn’t hurt either.”

Thorin hummed your response again, “Ticking all the boxes.” Mentally picturing your first class together already.

First classes went well with each of you splitting assigned courses with the Princes. Pictures to confirm their place each hour with messages for each move onto the next class to the head guard reviewing the cameras across campus to keep them in sights. Mixing between the classes, again you tensed knowing that your Engineering class was next. Students flowed around you with more than a few guys trying and failing to get closer along the way. A heavy door was propped open and sections of seats were grouped off to one side with work stations on the other half of the room, wetting your lips you eyed the choices before moving to claim one in the third row closest to the workstations hoping to get a good view of the board and the stations. Even just taking this class for watching the Princes you still hoped to do well, hating the advice of the main guards saying to just skate through with the bare minimum to just keep the class.

Following your steps was the dark haired and eyed Professor exiting his office uncertain of your place in this class just by the look of you. Short with long pale curls flowing around you and bright eyes he couldn’t quite place the colors of in tight jeans a t shirt under a silver cardigan and heeled boots far. His usual students were Dwarves, thick and stocky or broad Men with few women, but all greatly opposite you. The very pale green shade to your trimmed nails seemed to settle the impression in his mind stirring a smirk onto his face wondering just how long you would last and your reasoning for taking this class at all. Though his assumption was settled at the arrival of the Princes when you snuck your phone out of your pocket you quickly returned at their inspection of the room to take up the three seats right behind you, each leaning in to whisper something to you earning a nod at whatever it was.

Open on the table the blank sheet of your notebook was steadily gaining more and more dots in your waiting for the class to start until the Princes finally arrived. A subtle sneak of your phone they would assume as your reading the time you snuck a picture you sent off. “They’re here.” A simple message, to the point. Not filled into the full lingo you simplified it to something casual for you. Again you pocketed your phone and flashed the trio grins in their arrival as their cousin Bofur eyed the room he crossed to take the spot right by you beside his brother Bifur as the Princes stole the chance to lean in with their each unique greetings for you while taking their seats.

Facing forward you eyed the now standing Professor, his hand lowering from smoothing over his short mustache and beard then started his introductory speech for you all. This Mr Reeves you had heard a lot about from your older brothers, all raving about his strict teaching and high expectations for each of the physical tests over written ones adding to their hope that you would do well on natural instinct over knowing the proper terms and names. Each break in his speech however you caught his eyes turning to you, first you assumed it was the Princes but no, you assumed as the clear sore thumb in the bunch no doubt giving him the impression of your not belonging here.

“Can anybody tell me what could aid in the steadying of an uneven load in the axels?” his eyes stop on you for the dozenth time, “You, in the cardigan.”

Your eyes pop up from your notebook and you wet your lips, “Oh, that, would be the, rotunderum.”

Few snickers are heard in the class and the corner of his mouth ticks up while your stomach churns at the blush inching over your mostly covered ears through your hair, “For trains, yes.” A subtle twitch of his brow occurred as he took in the stunning silvery green shade of them striking something he couldn’t place in his memory, having seen those eyes before.

“Oh, sorry.”

He shook his head, “Don’t apologize. Not many know about that use for trains, you prefer them?”

“I have a brother that does.”

He nods, “Impressive, Miss?”

“Pear.”

Turning to his desk he eyes his roster for your first name, “I can’t read your first name.”

“Not many can.” Hushed whispers rippled through the room at your answer while the Princes smirked at your addition of, “Hobbitish.” Ticking up his brow once again.

A simple introduction had been given and at the Professor’s call to group up he watched you turning your eyes to the workstations you eyed the six seats to each and in a backwards tilt of your head at Dwalin’s tap on it you caught the trio smirking at you in their rise to their feet, lowly stating, “Come on, bunny.”

Curiously watching you join the Princes the others wondered why they had chosen you, all assuming they just wished for a final member to fill the table that wouldn’t get in the way of their group dynamic. At the table however your eyes scanned over the table as you raised your wrist to nip at the hair tie there you held between your teeth in your hands rising to twist your curls up into a lopsided bun only appearing worse when you secured it. A tap on your shoulder from Bifur reminded you of your cardigan too while he shrugged out of his sweater he tied around his waist. In shrugging out of yours the pile of metal shapes drew your eye with the nuts, bolts and screws in a single bowl with scattered bits of wire and engine parts and hinges in between.

Nipping at your lip you eyed all the mess there as Professor Reeves simply stated, “Get started.” No further explanation, just that.

Around you the Princes eyed the piles while the Professor started to pace around the stations only to pause at your lowly saying, “It’s gotta be a buffalo.”

Their eyes turned to you as Bofur asked, “Buffalo?”

You nodded and moved the nuts, bolts and screws aside starting to sort through the piles they all began to quickly see what you had. “Body, this pile’s for the head, legs here, and these must be the horns, by the size of the back it can’t be the mountain goat.”

Thorin wet his lips eyeing the engine pieces while the Professor turned open mouthed as you grouped all the engine parts through Thorin asking, “Would you rather work on the body or engine?”

“Um, engine most likely, I have a pretty good idea-,” nipping at your lip you eyed the tool box left on the table, “Just the need the one that clicks and,” you set down a small ratchet and a set of wrenches, “And that hook..”

Bofur and Bifur accepted the box when you found all you would need saying, “We’ll handle the wiring,” leaving Dwalin and Frerin to take up the body work.

At the end of the table the Professor mumbled, “The one that clicks…” And continued his way around the room spotting the other students still absently sorting their piles uncertain of what it was. Beside you however Thorin was grinning in his place at your side working out the pieces he helped to aid you in piecing together blindly without any instruction.

On the table’s by the halfway mark animals, buildings and various contraptions were being constructed with muttered curses form each but yours. Steadily you eyed the body halfway constructed and you nipped at your lip in your rise to kneel on your stool to ease the motor into the frame for Thorin to secure once Bofur had helped Bifur in securing the wires to stretch out to the limbs. In adding the body you all eyed the clear key hole making you all search under your notebooks and the toolbox bringing the smirking Professor over to your table. “Lose something?”

Dwalin, “There’s no key.”

Tapping your fingernail on the table you mumbled what your oldest brothers had told you about their taking his class before, “The key to learning is getting off your ass.”

Curiously Professor Reeves’ head tilted slightly at your crouch to look under the table after inspecting the bottom of your heavy stool, a taped envelope drew your eye and you peeled it off and climbed out to stand up again passing the envelope to Thorin, who opened it finding the key inside he used to wind it up. A whirring inside stirred Dwalin to lift it with Frerin and let it walk its way across the floor. Wetting his lips the Professor eyed you again, “Have you taken my class before?”

You shook your head, “My brothers have though.”

He nodded, “What do they look like?”

Bofur, “Like her, but taller, and wider, and about able to split a wall by looking at it.”

Flashing him a quick smile he nodded again looking you over wordlessly before moving on while noting your time of completion and locating the key. With your model on display in the cubby for your group you stood and made your way back to you desks to pack up for your next classes as the guys lowly praised your natural skills. At your side in lowering your hair again Thorin said, “Hey, we have a tool kit like that back at ours with some flash cards on basic tools and more on parts.” He wet his lips, “We could help quiz you on it, dinners and lunches?”

You nodded, “Sure, whenever you like.”

In your move to leave he stepped a bit closer making you tear down a corner of a blank sheet from your notebook you wrote your number on and passed to him inching his grin wider, “I don’t think we have the same lunch but I’ll spring for pizza tonight.”

“Ok. Sounds good. Thank you.”

He chuckled saying, “No problem. You’re a natural, no sense in letting you fail on terms alone.” Earning a weak chuckle from you.

Through to lunch you made it and passed through the main courtyard on your way back to the apartment for your long lunch. In passing however you caught your brothers across the way glaring at a group of men nodding at you in their move closer.

In a farther hall you eyed the Princes passing between classes with Thorin grinning at the sight of you trying to think up something charming to say only to watch one of the men reach out, “Looky here guys, it’s that little Bushg with thick thighs from Reeves’ class.” His hand reaching out to smack you on the ass adding, “As if the King’s gonna let his precious heirs-,” in the recoil of his arm you spun coiling your leg around his arm drawing a pained groan from him in your bringing him to his knees with your boot pushing his shoulders down even more.

With a smirk on your face you glanced at his friends saying, “I so rarely get compliments on my thighs.” A firm grip on his clenching hand above your knee drew another groan from him as you knocked it down freeing his leg then moved your boot under his shoulder to force him upright again to look at you spotting your pointed glare, “Thank you for the compliment. Don’t ever touch me.” A grin flashed onto your face and then dropped in your turn away. Any thoughts they had on charging at you died seeing your equally as furious brothers glaring at you in their paths to join your for lunch as they stole glances at the set of assigned students to shadow the Princes, all also children of trusted guards handling the task of faked freedom.

Deep scowls settled onto the faces of said Princes on their way to class while Thorin rushed through saving your contact in his phone his cousins stole the number to add to theirs as well while Thorin sent you a message. “Want me to punch him?”

As you drew out your buzzing cell phone you read that message and another right after, “Thorin. It’s Thorin.”

A grin eased onto your lips and you almost answered before reading another pop up from the main security guard, “Further assistance needed in the student you immobilized?”

Wetting your lips you answered the guard first, “No. He slapped and complimented me. No threat to the Princes issued.”

To Thorin you replied, “No thank you, Prince Thorin. I doubt he will do it again if he is smart.”

Thorin, “It’s Thorin, no titles, we do live together after all. He mentioned the King.”

“Apparently he approved of my thighs, something on a friend of yours the King wouldn’t approve of in his mind.”

Before he could stop himself he replied making you grip your brother’s arm as you misjudged the curb height and almost fell earning weak chuckles from the slowly relaxing pair, “You have magnificent thighs. He knows nothing of Grandfather’s wishes for our company.”

B lowered his phone saying, “Head Guard is forwarding the footage to his team coach.”

Sighing softly you glanced up at C, “You know the King won’t allow us any harm either.”

B chuckled lowly, “I can just imagine what Dad would say.”

“Oh I can hear his shouting already. He’d have ripped his arm off.”

B and C, “Rightly so.”

C smirked saying, “So, what was that from Thorin about your thighs?”

You rolled your eyes at their chuckles around you as you replied to the Prince, unknowingly freeing him from his mild panic at his own message, “Thank you. Enjoy your class. I’ll see you when you’re through for the day.”

Exhaling in relief Thorin sent back a simple, “See you,” and focused on finding his next seat as you turned your eyes to the guards outside the apartment building ready to allow you inside the building.

Around you they all circled asking for a greater detailing on what was said and how you were struck for the official record that linked up with the footage freeing you to head up to eat. In the elevators you mumbled, “I can feel Dad’s shouting already.”

B chuckled as C asked, “How did engineering go?”

To their surprise they saw your eyes light up in your grin, “We got the buffalo, and it only took me a few moments to figure out what it was and guide the guys on sorting it out. Even remembered H’s get off your ass comment and found the key.”

B snorted, “I bet that ticked Reeves off.”

C, “Just about screamed from what they say. Bet you mastered that engine.”

“Took me a bit, though trying to find the right tools.”

B, “You’ll get it.”

You nodded, “Thorin suggested dinners and lunches, they have a matching tool kit and flash cards to help me out.”

C’s smirk grew, “Ooh, first an offer to help tutor you, then a compliment on your thighs.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t start. Mom will hear it as she always does and blow it up. He’s a Prince he doesn’t need to hear ripples of her fluffing up his ego.” Making them chuckle around you.

B, “Don’t know, naming an Eorlingas’ thighs as magnificent, hard to look away from that.”

You giggled again, “I best keep him from talking about my feet then too or you’ll all assume we’re engaged.”

Pt 2

#Thorin x Reader OC #Frerin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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