Imagine: Thorin calling you armalime and lying to you about what it
means, you eventually find out the true meaning of the word from Fili and Kili.
Not
requested.
A/N: I thought I’d take a minute and
write an imagine for myself since I haven’t done that in AGES lol.
You had been
walking for hours when Thorin finally announced that it was time to set up
camp, you let out a breath of relief, finally.
You had joined the company shortly after they had begun their quest to take
back Erebor. You were a human so the dwarves -particularly their leader- were
reluctant to let you join, but upon seeing how well you could fight, they
decided you’d be an asset.
You had just
begun to settle down when you heard loud footsteps coming your way. All of you
were instantly on your feet, weapons ready. A group of goblins came forward,
carrying weapons of their own, you could tell that they came with the intent of
robbing you.
They came at
you and you charged back with full force. You killed two of them without
earning a single scratch, the rest of the company was proving to be just as
successful. The remaining goblins shortly learned that they were no match for
you and they fled.
Thorin order
for camp to be moved to a safer location. 20 minutes later you had set up a bit
deeper into the forest. Everyone instantly went back to their tasks, and you
settled down by the fire, already having finished the job you were assigned.
You were lost in thoughts when you felt someone drop down next to you. You
looked up to seeing Thorin, you instantly looked away, pretending that the
proximity between you and the King wasn’t bothering you. When you had first
joined The Company, you thought Thorin was a bit stuck-up and you tended to
stay away from him, but as the months went on you found yourself drawn towards
him. Slowly but surely, you had begun to fall for him, but you refused to admit
it.
After
sitting in silence for a moment, Thorin finally spoke up, “You fought well
today Amralime.”
You look up
at him with a confused smile, “Thank you, but what does that mean?”
He opened
his mouth but quickly shut it again, and for a moment, you thought you saw
blush rising up behind his beard, but you brushed it off, Thorin Oakenshield would never blush, “What does what mean?”
“That word…am…amra-amralime.”
“Oh, forgive
me lady Y/N,” He said shaking him head, you had given up on telling him that he
could just call you Y/N -you were no lady after all- he just refused to listen,
“Sometimes I forget you don’t speak Khuzdul. It’s just a word we use to
describe good warriors like yourself.”
“Oh…” You nod, a bit disappointed that it didn’t mean
anything more special. Stop it Y/N,
you’re just a human, he’s a king, you’d never be special to him.
As the days went on, you began having more and more
interactions with Thorin, he’d always call you by that name and you had grown
quite accustom to it, you loved the way it rolled off his tongue. One thing you
noticed however was that he would never use it in front of the other dwarves,
this made you wonder, was he actually telling the truth when he told you what
it meant. But why would he lie to me
about something like that…?
You were walking at the back of the rest of the group,
alongside Fili and Kili. You were completely lost in your own thought until you
heard one of the brothers say the word ‘amralime’,
“What’re you boys talking about?”
“The lass Fili fancies,” Kili smirks, earning a glare from
his older brother.
You laugh, “I’m sure she’s wonderful. Is she a good fighter?”
“Not particularly,” Fili responds, “Why do you ask?”
“Just curious,” You shake your head. Why would they be using that word if she isn’t even a good fighter,
“Say, what does that word you used earlier mean?”
“Which word Miss Y/N?”
“Amralime.”
Kili chuckles, “Oh, it means ‘love of mine’ or ‘my love’.”
“Really?!” You feel your face heat up, “I-I just thought it
meant something else…”
The boys shrug at your confusion and go back to their
conversation.
For the rest of the day you kept picking up on little things
you had never thought anything of before, like the way Thorin watched you when
you weren’t looking and the way he’d quickly turn away every time you noticed. Maybe he does like me, but why? Why would Thorin, the King under the Mountain, like
a simple human girl like me?
Night fell and you were sitting by the dying fire, the other
dwarves had fallen asleep but you just could stop thinking of what you had
discovered this morning.
“You cannot sleep either?” The baritone voice sends shudders
down your spine. Thorin sits down next to you and your heartbeat picks up even
more than usual, “You look nervous, what’s wrong amralime?”
Your heart fluttered, you definitely didn’t hear the word
wrong, it was definitely the same word Fili and Kili were talking about. How could this be? But what if the
brothers had heard their uncle calling you by that name, what if they were only
messing with you, “Y/N? Are you alright?”
“I-I…what does amralime
mean Thorin?”
You can visibly see him put his guard back up, “I already
told you, it means war-”
“Forgive me for interrupting my King, but what does it really mean?”
“Y/N, why are you asking this?”
“I had a chat with Fili and Kili…” You trail off, knowing
he’d understand what you were talking about.
“I suppose you know what it really means,” You nod, and he
shuts his eyes and turns away, “I’m sorry for lying to you.”
“Do you really feel that way about me?” He nods, “Why? I’m
just a common, human girl.”
“You are so much more than that Y/N. You are braver,
stronger, smarter, and so much more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever met,” He
says genuinely, making your heart melt.
“Thank you,” You whisper. He gently places his hand against your
cheek and searches your eyes trying to find out whether or not you feel the
same way. You take in his beautiful features, illuminated by the dim fire in
front of you, without thinking, you lean in and softly press your lips against
his. He pauses for a split second before kissing back, your heart stops and you
can’t believe this is actually happening. He finally pulls away and you can’t
bring yourself to look into his eyes, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done
that…”
“Don’t be sorry. Y/N? Do you know the significance of hair in
Dwarven culture?” He asks. You nod shyly, knowing that the touching of hair was
considered a very intimate act. He pauses for a moment before continuing, “May
I braid your hair amralime?”
You blush, did he just
ask me to court him?! Oh my God…you finally manage to give him a small
smile, “You may.”
He sits you in front of him and gently begins to braid your
hair, singing softly as he does so. He finally closes the braids off with some
of his beads. You turn to face him and he hums in approval. He places a kiss on
your forehead, “My Queen.”
End.
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