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My Burly Love Chapter 2

Sorry this took so long. I just got my wisdom teeth out. I don’t own any of Tolkien’s characters. Gif credit goes to owner and creator. This turned out longer than I expected. I appreciate all the love I got for the first part, you guys are amazing! So without further ado, here we go...

Chapter 1

I didn’t get the chance to give Dwalin his cloak because right after Balin told me who it belonged to;Thorin left. So; I packed it up with my things and decided to talk to him about it tonight.

I had decided not to ride with Fili today because he’d been squished on his saddle for days now. Instead I decided to ride with Bofur; he was always smiling and telling jokes. I quite enjoyed it…until Kili and Fili decided to pester me with questions, all day long. Silly little things like:

“What’s your favorite colour?”

“Most embarrassing moment?”

“Favourite food?”

“How do you pass the time?”

When Kili asked me that one, I told him to watch- and then I shoved him off of his horse. He didn’t ask me many questions after that and; I think Bofur was extremely grateful. Those two can be extremely annoying at times.

As we trudged along, the sky grew darker and the wind drew a cooling breeze. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the nature around me. It felt like hours, but I knew merely minutes had passed until something wet touched my cheek. I didn’t pay much attention, I assumed that Fili or Kili spit on me, but then I felt it again on my nose, then my eyes. The water kept coming and coming. It finally dawned on me that it was raining when the sky opened up and sheets of rain poured onto us.

“Mr. Gandalf? Can’t you do something about this deluge?” Dori asked.

“It is raining, master dwarf. And it will continue to rain until it is done! If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard.”

“Are there any?” Bilbo asked.

“What?” said Gandalf.

“Other wizards?”

“There are five us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, the White. Then there are the two blue wizards. Do you know? I’ve quite forgotten their names.” Gandalf replied.

Bilbo asked “And who’s the fifth?”

“Well, that would be Radagast, the Brown.” Gandalf answered.

“Is he a great wizard or is he…more like you?”

“I think he’s a very great wizard, in his own way.” Gandalf answered. We continued on into the freezing wall of rain. Bofur kept telling me jokes to distract me from the cold.

“What do you call a bear without ears?” he asked.

I thought for a minute and couldn’t come up with anything. “I don’t know, what?”

“A ‘b’!” It took a minute for me to understand it, then I fell into an uncontrollable laughing fit. I was laughing so hard I almost fell off of the horse along with Bofur. That would not have been good.

I eventually calmed down; but the rain was so thick that I couldn’t tell if I was crying or if it was just the rain. We continued on for several hours trucking through the mud and rain. The further we went, the more the rain slowed and slowed. As the sun began setting, the rain ceased. We decided to take advantage of the lack of rain and set up camp near an abandoned farmhouse.

“We’ll camp here for the night. Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them.” Thorin ordered.

Gandalf inspected the ruined house, “A farmer and his family used to live here.”

“Oin, Gloin, get the fire going.” Thorin demanded.

“Right you are.” Oin replied.

“I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the hidden valley.” Gandalf replied.

I stopped listening to them when Bombur told me what he needed for dinner. I glanced up as Gandalf stomped off, muttering to himself. I started to worry about not having Gandalf with us. I figured with all these warriors around, we would be okay if anything happened to us, but it still didn’t feel right. As dinner was handed out, I found Dwalin sitting on a log by himself.

“Hey Dwalin, can I talk to you for a minute?” I tentatively asked. He glanced up at me and grunted making soup dribble out of his mouth. I sat down next to him. I didn’t know exactly how to word what I wanted to say without making it awkward.

“Lass would ya stop starin’ at me and spit it out.” Dwalin said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I looked down at my hands in my lap, “I was told that the clo-”

Fili and Kili came running into the campsite, cutting me off, saying something about Mountain Trolls taking the ponies. Then they said that Bilbo went to free the ponies because he’s the company burglar. No one spoke for several seconds. Then, as if they were all slapped across the face they began to gather their weapons.

“Fili, Kili, lead the way.” We followed them, dashing into forest. We crouched down behind the bushes so we wouldn’t be seen. Bilbo wasn’t the easiest hobbit to spot, and it took us several minutes to find him until Fili pointed him out. Bilbo was trying to get a knife to cut the fence that held the horses, but he wasn’t having any luck. Out of nowhere, one of the trolls reached behind him. He was reaching for a rag, but he grabbed Bilbo instead. The nasty troll blew his nose on Bilbo: snot, boogers, the whole works. I wanted to vomit, but somehow restrained myself.

“Aah! Blimey! Bert! Bert, look what’s come out of me hooter! It’s got arms and legs and everything!” The troll yelled.

“What is it?” Bert asked.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like the way it wriggles around.” He promptly dropped Bilbo and, by the way he landed, I could tell it hurt. The trolls began asking Bilbo questions. The panicked look on his face brought Thorin to life. He started barking out instructions after that.

Just as they had decided to eat Bilbo, Thorin gave the signal to charge. Kili went, first slicing one of the trolls legs. All hell broke loose once the first drop of blood hit the ground. Everyone else was fighting; but I managed to get to the ponies and help Bilbo free them. As the last rope broke free, Bilbo and I were suddenly flung into the air. I remember looking into the disgusting face of the trolls before the world faded to black. When I woke up, we were hung over a fire by our feet. This wasn’t exactly how I pictured my death, but what can a girl do.

“Lay down your arms! Or we’ll rip their arms off!” I could tell they were aching for a fight, but they wouldn’t risk our lives. The trolls hogtied some of the dwarves to a spit over a fire, others were tied in bags, and I was left tied to a tree.

“I say we just squish em’ into jelly.” William said.

“No, they should be sauteed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage.” Bert said. Tom agreed with Bert.

“I think we should just skin the girl, and eat her now.” Tom said.

There were hollers of “Don’t you dare!”, “I will kill you if you hurt her!”, and “Ya’ better not touch the lass!” I glanced around at the dwarves, seeing how desperate they became. I felt helpless; all I could do was accept my fate.

“Wait! You’re making a terrible mistake.” Bilbo pipes up. Dori mumbled something about how he couldn’t reason with the Trolls because they were halfwits. “I meant with the…uh, with the…with the seasoning.” Bilbo replies.

“What do you mean?” Bert asked.

“Well, have you smelled them? They’re going to need something stronger than sage.” Bilbo answers. All the dwarves started to grumble and argue with Bilbo, but I understood what he meant.

“What do you know about cooking dwarves?” William asks. The trolls argued amongst themselves for a few minutes. “What is the secret for cooking dwarves?” Bilbo was floundering for an answer.

“You must skin them first!” He finally exclaimed. The trolls then started to argue more about what they should do.

“Nothing wrong with a bit of dwarf. Nice and crunchy!” Tom said as he lifted Bombur above his head to eat him.

“No! Stop! You can’t eat him!” I yelled struggling even harder to get out of my confines. All heads snapped towards me.

Tom stalked closer to me, “And why can’t I girlie?” I gulped and glanced over at Dwalin. His eyes were wild with fear and something else I couldn’t quite place. He was straining even harder to get off of the spit now.

“Because that one’s got worms in his tubes.” Bilbo answered. Tom threw Bombur into the pile of dwarves. “They’ve all got worms. They’re riddled with parasites.” Once that was said, everyone started to protest and threaten Bilbo, but mainly Kili. Thorin kicked him to shut him up, once he realised Bilbo was stalling.

I could see the sun beginning to rise; we only had to stall for a little longer. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure coming up on the rocks.

“The dawn will take you all!” Gandalf yelled, cracking the rock to allow sunlight to shine on through. I watched on in awe as the trolls turned to stone while Gandalf helped the dwarves get out of their sacks and off the spit.

Once Fili and Kili were freed they ran over to me and cut the ropes. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Fili asked.

“I’m fine. I might have some rope burn, but I’ll survive.” Kili grabbed my wrists to check them over, making sure it wasn’t serious.

He gently ran his hands over the burns. “I’m sorry. This never should have happened to you.” I just shook my head.

“I chose to come with you guys. I chose to come help you fight, this wasn’t your fault. I promise I’m okay. I’m going to go see if Oin needs any help, okay?” I patted his back as I walked past him.

Oin was busy checking up on some of the others, so he told me to go check up on Dwalin. He was talking to his brother so I didn’t want to interrupt their conversation. I began to walk away, but Balin saw me.

“Everything okay lass?” Balin asked. Dwalin turned around to face me when his brother spoke.

“Yeah. Sorry to interrupt, but Oin told me to come and check on Dwalin.” Balin smiled knowing that I also needed to talk to him about the cloak. He said something to Dwalin that I couldn’t hear, then walked off. I shuffled closer to Dwalin, “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“Lass, m’ fine. And ye? Are ye hurt?” He asked. I bit my lip and looked down. I didn’t want him to worry that I was hurt. I shook my head no because I didn’t want him to see me as a weakling. “Well if that’s the-” he suddenly cut off grabbing my wrists, making me wince. He held them up so I could see what he was talking about. “What are these?” I looked down at my feet, suddenly finding them very interesting. I mumbled something about rope burns, hoping he wouldn’t hear. Dwalin sighed and ran his fingers over the burns. “D’they hurt? Do ye need any medicine for em’?”

“No. I should be fine, besides I’m supposed to be checking you. Not the other way around.” I chided. He chuckled. I looked away and gathered all the courage I had to continue the conversation from earlier. “Before things get crazy again, can I ask you something?” He just grunted and nodded his head for me to continue. “I found a cloak with my blankets the other night. I was told it was yours. Is that true?” I paused and looked at him. He looked almost sheepish as he nodded yes. I smiled and continued, “Well in that case thank you. But why did you give it to me? Don’t you need it?”

“I was on watch and saw that ye were shiverin’ even under all of yer blankets. I decided that I couldn’ let ya freeze. My brother would have my head if I did. So I gave it to ya lass.” He looked away at the end, like he was embarrassed. By the blush on his cheeks, I didn’t believe that Balin was the reason he gave it to me.

“Do you want it back?” I asked.

He smiled, “Nah, ye can keep it. Ye might need it again.” He winked. I blushed as I shook my head and watched him walk away.

Chapter 3

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Mistaken Dreams

Pairing: Thorin X Reader

Summary: You can’t have kids, and Thorin really wants kids. So you let him go. Set right before and after the Hobbit, with a few alterations to the plot.

Warnings: Language, Angst/Comfort, Infertility (if that’s a touchy topic for anyone)

Word Count: 2287 *Posted 2.7.2017 Edited 1.10.17

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“You’re what!?”

“I met with Gandalf and he agrees; now is the time to reclaim to Erebor,” Thorin stubbornly argues.

You close your eyes. You knew this was coming. Thorin had become less and less happy with your home in the Blue Mountains, always reminiscing about the Lonely Mountain and Erebor. But you’d hoped. You’d hoped and wished so hard that this recent case of restlessness would fade. But it hadn’t. Damn Gandalf.

“And you would do whatever Gandalf said, even run to your death,” you retort. But it was a futile response, you knew. You could see it in his face. Your stubborn dwarf was going to reclaim Erebor or die trying.

“I want our children to know home.” Thorin grasps your shoulders in earnest. “I want to walk them through the same halls where I grew up.” Your heart crumbles. You hadn’t told Thorin yet. You’d just visited the healers that day and… You couldn’t have children. While you, on your own, never really made up your mind to have or not have children, you knew that Thorin dreamed of it. You were planning to tell him this night, but now… “Imagine, Y/N,” he continues, “our little babes running down the Hall of Kings into our arms. Statutes of my ancestors watching proudly.”

“I can’t,” you stop him.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“I can’t imagine our kids, Thorin.” You turn away so he won’t notice how hard you’re trying not to cry. “I can’t imagine having kids with such a reckless man.” You lie. You know he’d give up his dream of having children for you. But eventually, you knew you’d both be miserable – him for giving up his dream and you for not fulfilling it.

Wrapping your arms around yourself tightly, you say everything you know will get him to walk away. Everything that will make him, force him, to leave you, hate you, never hold you again. “I can’t imagine having kids with someone who will always live in the past. Who has no room in his heart to grow and love and realise that everything’s changed. Your father was a horrible father and your father’s father before him. Smaug… everything changed and they were too weak to face that. And neither can you. So, no, Thorin, I cannot imagine having kids with you.” You run up the stairs of your house so you won’t see what you’ve done to him. And he won’t see what you’ve done to yourself. — The next morning, everything of his is gone. He’s gone. You have to learn from the town gossip that he’s left for a meeting with the dwarven leaders. There are stares and smirks and looks, and you know everyone knows of your break up. His sister Dis walks right up to you and demands you return Thorin’s courting bead. You do so without protest, the entire market watching.

You walk back home, fling yourself on the bed and cry. You cry for losing Thorin. You cry for hurting him. You cry for not being able to give him his dreams. And you cry for knowing that because you can’t, you can never have him.

Then you straighten yourself up, pack your things, knock on Dis’ door, inform her of the new house she can have, and leave the Blue Mountains.

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You wanded Middle-Earth until you heard news of Thorin’s death. You rush to Erebor, only to arrive as the Blue Mountain dwarves are settling in. You avoid them, rent a room at a nearby inn and wait for Thorin’s funeral. The day after you reach Erebor, you wander through a market, looking for some food, when you see him. “Thorin,” you whisper, certain he’s a ghost. The door he’s standing in front of opens and Dis walks out, yanks his ear and kisses her sons. He was alive! You stagger back to your lodgings and collapse in your rent-by-the-night room. Rocking yourself against the door, you gasp for breath, and whisper thanks to Mahal over and over.

Unbeknownst to you, Balin and Dwalin caught a glimpse of you as you ran from the scene and followed you. Arriving at your door only 5 minutes after you collapsed, they hear you through the door.

“I better handle this,” Balin whispers, much to Dwalin’s relief.

Knock. Knock.

*One moment,“ you try to steady your voice. You hoped to Mahal that whoever was at the door hadn’t heard you.

“Balin, Dwalin,” you greet the two dwarves facing you. Dwalin glances at you briefly, an angry and uncomfortable look on his face.

“I think we need to talk,” Balin states mildly and steps into your room. After you nervously fiddle around with tea, you sit across from them at the table and stare at your cup. “He missed you,” Balin pronounces. Not knowing how to answer, you just nod. “And you missed him,” he deduces accurately.

You tense, still unsure of what to say.

Dwalin did not have that problem. “Ye broke his heart, girlie. And for what?” You know he wants to call you something worse than “girlie.”

“Dwalin,” Balin reprimands. “Why did you do it, lass?”

You stay silent.

“Don’t take me for a fool,” Balin warns. “It was and still is as clear as the sky on a cloudless day that you love Thorin. So, why would you break his heart? And yours.”

You dig your nails into your thighs, “Thorin wants children. That’s his dream.”

“That doesn’t make sense!” Dwalin explodes

“But it does,” Balin interrupts.

Silence falls. You clasp your hands together tightly.

“Oh, lassie…” Dwalin exhales.

“I never really planned on having kids anyways,” you interrupt. “But maybe one would have been nice.” You whisper. “One child. To raise with Thorin, and see his joy.” You stop looking at your hands. Your ring-less hands. Your ring-less hands and bead-less braids, you think mournfully. Instead, you look out the window. At the sky that reminds you of his eyes.

“Y/N,” Balin sighs. “Do you want a child?”

“Does it matter?” you ask, frustrated that they’d continue to poke at your wounds.

“Yes, yes, it does,” Balin answers.

You scrunch your nose in confusion, “I guess not.”

“’Ye guess not?’” Dwalin rumbles angrily. “Do ye want a kid or nay?”

You look between Balin and Dwalin. “No. I like children, and I like taking care of them, but I have no distinct urge to have …any,” you finally admit.

Both dwarves shake their heads. “I think it’s time you told Thorin the truth, my dear.” Balin declares.

“What!? I can’t,” you try to explain as the two dwarves stand up. As they grab your elbows and start propelling you out the door, you panic “I don’t want him to give up his dream of being a father for me. We’d just end up hating each other. Balin! Dwalin! Please!” But they ignore you and drag you out of the inn.

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Back at Dis’ house, Thorin is getting the talk down of his life for allowing his sister’s dear, sweet babies to be injured, and fall in love with an elf. Once Dis finally ends her rant, he asks about you.

“I wouldn’t know how she’s doing; the bitch left the day you left,” she replies hotly. “She gave me back the keys to the house and your courting bead, though.” She stomps over to a desk and pulls out his courting bead, returning to place it in his palm. His hand clenches around it, remembering how it looked threaded into your hair. He worries where you are and hope you’re happy, despite how it’d make him absolutely miserable if you were happy without him. “That little whor-”

“Dis!” Thorin interrupts her tirade against you.

“I’m sorry, Thorin, but that c-”

Thorin stands up before he hears anymore, “I should go.” He walks towards the door, “I'll visit again. And the formal coronation will be in a month.” Fili and Kili quickly leave the kitchen from where they’d been hiding and follow their king, their Bye, Mom’s and I love you’s trailing behind.

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Thorin goes back to his room to run from the memories and thoughts of you only to find you sprawled on his bed.

“Y/N” Thorin croaks your name.

“Thorin?” You sit up, “I am so sorry. I know you probably don’t want to see me, but Balin and Dwalin threw me in here and locked the door. I’ll just leave now…”

“Wait,” He lightly grasps your wrist and you walk past him.

You sigh, “Please, Thorin.” You try not to look at him, but you can’t help yourself.

A familiar hand strokes your face. You close your eyes “I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

Your heart shatters. Despite your promise to Balin, you can’t ruin Thorin’s dream. But to break his and your heart again? You felt like you were drowning. “Thorin-”

“Y/N, Y/N, my love, my heart,” he interrupts. A soft kiss to your nose.

“Thorin, please” your voice cracks. “I can’t do this. Not again. I’m greedy; you need to let me go.”

“Never,” he whispers, breath feathering against your left ear. “I can never let you go. You are my heart. You are my first thought every morning and my last every night. When I thought I was dying, I dreamt of you. When I was sick with dragon fever, you were the one reminding me not to turn into my grandfather.”

“Thorin,” silent tears slid down your cheeks. “You dream of children, Thorin.” Finally finding the strength, you twist away from him. “You dream of children, Thorin,” you repeat, stronger in your resolve.

“I dream of you, Y/N,” he responds, pulling you back into his arms. “I dream of our children because I dream of you.”

“Stop it, Thorin!” you try to glare at him. But you hurt so much, you don’t think it works because, he just holds you even tighter, as if he knows that you’re breaking into little pieces. “You dream of children who will carry your line. Make you as proud as your father and grandfather are of you.” He tries to kiss you, but you wrestle away. “I can’t have children, Thorin!” You finally confess.

“Y/N?” He grabs the sides of your face, palms cupping your cheeks like they did during your first kiss.

“I can’t have children. I’m barren. The healers told me that afternoon before you left for your quest.” You try to avoid his gaze. “I can’t give you your children. And I know you dream of having children; you always mentioned it. But I can’t have children. I can’t grant you that dream. And that kills me inside.”

“Y/N! Oh my sweet, sweet Y/N,” Thorin kisses you long and hard. His heart expands. His eyes look into your eyes. The eyes of the one he loves above all else. The eyes of the one he would do anything to make their dreams come true. “You already satisfy all my dreams. You’re here. You seem to love me,” he teases.

You nod furiously. “But-”

“You are my dream. I never really wanted children. I like raising my nephews just fine. but that was about the only child-rearing I was planning until you came along. I thought you wanted children, and all I want is you to be happy. My only dream is to fulfill your dreams” He explains, cutting off your protests.

You both stare at each other. “I never wanted children. When’d you think I wanted children?”

“When you were watching Gloin’s son that one time…And you said kids were ‘adorable’ that one night at the pub.”

“One, I do enjoy babysitting kids, but that’s it. Two, if you’re referring to the night I think you are, I was drunk off my ass! You had to wrestle me out of the dresser drawer that night since you’re terrible at arguing and couldn’t persuade me to sleep in the bed,” you answer, surprised, confused and a little hopeful.

Thorin laughs. “Mahal, we’re idiots. I only mentioned kids so many times, because I thought you wanted kids.”

“Mahal, Mahal!” you cry, “I am so sorry, Thorin! I would never have left if I’d known. I am so sorry! And I broke up with you right before your quest! And you probably didn’t get any sleep! Thorin-” He stops your guilt-fest with a kiss.

When you both break away, panting, he glances at you slyly. “Thorin-” you warn only for him to pull you onto the bed.

“Want to see who’s the greediest?” He challenges.

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“How did you know?’ you ask the two dwarves sitting next to you, and the only part of the Durin extended family not glaring daggers at you.

Balin smiles, while Dwalin growls, “They’re happy, you nosey butts” to the surrounding scowls.

"The truth has a way of mending things,” Balin answers vaguely, just a wee bit smug.

You shake your head as Thorin wraps his arm around you. “You know,” he whispers into your ear. “I do have one more dream, other than making you happy. But I’m hoping you’ll still be happy after you fulfill it.”

Ignoring your slight confusion, you tease, “Who said I’d satisfy this dream of yours?”

“Well, I’m planning on kidnapping you if you don’t, so…”

You gasp jokingly, pulling away slightly, “Thorin Oakenshield! You wouldn’t dare!”

“I would,” He chuckles. “So, you better say yes.” Before you can say anything more, “Marry me, Y/N.”

You laugh, “That is worst proposal ever!”

“But will you say yes to this particular dream of mine?” He asks you, voice low and serious.

You kiss him, heart overflowing with love and happiness, “Of course, Thorin. Because to be married to you is my dream as well.”

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