Thorin: * takes off his shirt to chop fire wood*
You: *stops midstep to gawk at him*
Thorin: hehe I still got it.
Dwalin: yeah yeah, get back te chopping, wood bitch.
This was requested by our lovely @thorins-magnificent-ass
Drabble challenge request #40. “The kids, they ambushed me.” #52. “There’s a herd of them!” #61. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.” With Thorin and his rambunctious hoard of children, please.
Hope you like it!
Warnings: Thorin´s overly energized kids
Pairing: Thorin x wife!reader
Word count: 719
Gloin and Bifur stared at their king before them on one of the corridors that lead into the bathing area on the royal floor stunned expression on their faces not sure how to react to this unexpected sight in front of their eyes. Thorin was wet all over, looking quite miserable and few brown feathers were sticking out of his hair. Not very kingly spectacle if they had to say something about it. Gloin coughed awkwardly trying to keep his face straight. ”What happened your majesty?” he asked.
Thorin sighed irritated and glanced first Bifur before turns his gaze back to Gloin answering. ”The kids, they ambushed me.” nearly growling he started walking toward his royal chambers hoping that his two youngest children would be fast asleep still, not waken by their four older siblings who were rather lively and gave Thorin some more grey hair by their wild personality. Thorin loved his children equally, he really did but just sometimes it was little too much to handle especially if you, his queen, the mother of his children was away and left the kids to his care. Gloin and Bifur walked little behind him looking around in case those mentioned little rascals would be stalking them too. ”All of them or..just couple of them?” Bifur asks in khuzdul and Thorin looks over his shoulder huffing not really in the mood for answering but Gloin´s chuckle does the trick. ”There´s a herd of them.” And that is all he is able to say as he opens his chamber´s door and steps in Bifur and Gloin right behind him.
Next thing he knows is that he´s under an attack by all his children and there´s nothing he can do before he falls to the floor on his back while all six excited, too much energy having kids jumps on him yelling their battle cry. They start to hit their father with their wooden swords that Kili had made for them a couple of months ago and now Thorin really was regretting to allow that to happen. ”Die you filthy org!” one of them cries enthusiastically while two of them grabbed his legs in order to stop his movements. Grunting Thorin lifts his arms to protect his face cursing in his mind that never again he will allow his children to eat cherry pie for breakfast, things that sugar does to his kids is unbelievable. Bifur and Gloin make their retreat before they will be caught in the crossfire leaving their king to defend himself.
”What in Mahal´s name is going on here?” your voice suddenly booms from the doorway and everything comes to a halt. All six children turn their attention to you, their mother, while Thorin is still on the floor lifting his gaze to you sighing in relief. Your e/c eyes gazed each one of your children with an intense look in your eyes and for a moment everything was quiet and peaceful. ”Thorin?” you lowered your gaze to your husband´s face little amusingly while he stared at you little vexed. None of the children hadn´t get up, still sitting on him Thorin was feeling quite uncomfortable. ”Welcome back. Now fucking help me.” he snapped at you causing his children to turn their gaze to him.
”Daddy! That´s not the way you talk to mommy!” youngest one cried and smacked Thorin onto the chest with her little hand earning you to smirk. She was only four years old but what an attitude she already got. ”Say you´re sorry daddy,” oldest one, your seven-year-old son scolded making a serious face. Oh this was getting hilarious, your own children lectured the king under the mountain like he was just an ordinary dwarf…well, to them Thorin was their father first, then a king and they respected him greatly but what came to you and how people talk to you if it was something rude, they would let them know, that´s not tolerated. They were your little guardian angels and Thorin´s little devils in disguise like he occasionally described them. You couldn´t hold it in anymore and burst into laughter falling to the floor holding your stomach. The kids and Thorin joined in your laughter after a little while and whole royal wing soon echoed with your family´s joyful moment making any passerby smile contently.
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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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Imagine Thorin personally asking you to journey to Erebor with the company for your skills as a healer.
Distancing yourself from the company one night and Thorin goes looking for you and he stumbles upon you singing ‘Cranes in the Sky’ by Solange, not knowing you were just singing a song you loved, he takes it seriously and is far more tender and kind to you from then on…
You: is your uncle married?
Fili: no, like anyone would want to marry uncle Thorin, and with his looks who would even want to kiss him.
Kili: and he’s so old it’d be gross.
Thorin: * over hears the conversation* *mopes and looks like a kicked puppy.*
You: I think Thorin’s actually rather handsome. *tilts his head up and starts kissing him on the lips to prove a point*
Thorin: *kisses you back and gestures for his nephews to go away.*
Imagine being Thorin’s lover, and during the BOFA you meet his cousin Dain on the battlefield, and he turns to Thorin and says “You better hold on to this one cousin, She’s a keeper!” after they see you take down a bunch of orcs.
Summary: After reaching the Lonely Mountain, Thorin’s fiance, along with the company, grow worried about their leader. When they discover that he has contracted the Dragon Sickness, she tries to help him, only to be pushed away.
Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
Warnings: Arguing, shouting, angst
