So this is going to be my first Thilbo story. I want to thank the person who came up with the AU for this story. It's not my idea. Just my words. I'm sorry it's not what you have exactly in mind, but it really inspired me sooooo yea anyways here you go. Also I'm putting a slight twist on the Rapunzel story
Thorin hadn't seen much of the outside world except for his view from the window. The high tower was located in a small valley surrounded by mountains on all sides. From all his gazing he had never known how his father had left the valley on his comings and goings for food and other supplies, whatever Thorin demanded. He'd spent the great some of his life in this tower. Never stepping foot outside. Everything he had ever wanted was in this tower. The walls of which were covered in strategic drawings and fantastic battles he had read in his books. He only ever longed to be the leader of those battles, charging into the front lines with his Company behind him, fearless till their last breath, when the night was dark and he could hear his father slumbering in the bed next to him. Starlight gleaming into the tall tower changing the color of his world a silvery tint. He saw lights floating in the wind catching everything in a soft golden hue. Thorin sat in the window watching them. He longed to see them up close and know the reason as to why they always appeared on his birthday each year. Thorin often asked his father about them, but he was shot down and any follow up questions were silenced. It had been at least twenty years since Thorin last asked about the lights. But tomorrow would be his fiftieth birthday and he had had enough of dwelling in a tower. He wanted to see the lights and he wanted answers.
Thorin's sword whispered through the air as he parried an invisible foe. He heard a yell from outside and he ran to the window. His father was waiting in a long coat with the hood covering his face. Thorin put his sword in it's scabbard and put it out of the way as he let his hair down and pulled his father up to the window. For years Thorin questioned his father on his appearance. He looked nothing like his father, but the same as questions about the lights he would be ignored or silenced on further interrogation.
Tall, legs as tall as Thorin himself. Bright copper red hair that was composed of curls that went to his shoulders and was often held back from his eyes, which were a golden tinge of brown. He was skinny as he was tall. A deep brooding voice that remarked on Thorin's attitude and moodiness. Once inside his father removed his hood and placed down his basket he kissed the top of Thorin's head and moved to the mirror. He looked at his reflection and hummed.
"Thorin, how is it that you can do that every single day with the strength in which you possess and yet you still are so slow at hoisting me up." Smaug looked at Thorin's reflection in the mirror. The broody dwarf stayed silent. Smaug showed his teeth and laughed. "You know I jest of course!" He looked at the chair nearby and sat down. "Do liven up, Thorin!" Thorin grabbed his stool and sat in front of his father. Smaug grabbed a comb and began to brush Thorin's black locks. "Sing to me, my flower." Thorin hated the nickname his father had given him, but he complied as he thought about how to word his proposal.
"Flower gleam and glow. Let your power shine." Thorin's voice was low and his hair began to shimmer bright blue like his eyes. "Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine. What once was mine." Thorin finished the end rather quickly as he stood up from his stool and approached his father. "Father?" Smaug hummed and stood up.
"Yes, Thorin?" Thorin wouldn't let his father know he was uneasy about this question.
"My birthday is tomorrow." Smaug scoffed. He began to unpack his pack.
"Impossible. You had one last year." He chuckled to himself. "I remember. I made stew." Smaug held up the apple in his hand and looked at it fondly.
"That's usually how birthday's work. An annual thing if you insist." Thorin felt his hands start to sweat. "I was wondering," He stopped gathering his breath. "If you could take me to see the lights?" Smaug stopped abruptly and turned his golden eyes to Thorin.
"What have I said about mumbling, Thorin." His voice was cold as he snapped at the dwarf. Thorin resisted the urge to shy away. "You really must speak up." Smaug turned towards Thorin. Thorin bowed his head at his father's bristling stance.
"Father! I'm going to be fifty this birthday and I wanted one simple request!" He looked up and straightened his back. "Take me to see the lights! Please." He added as a second thought. Smaug took a step forward and put his hand on Thorin's chin, holding his head still. His gold eyes looked into Thorin's bright blue ones.
"You are never to leave this tower! I have told you time and time again. The world out there is treacherous and unkind to people like you. I keep you here to keep you safe." Smaug's eyes moved to Thorin's hair and back down to Thorin's eyes. Thorin shook his head from his father's grasp, but stayed where he was. Smaug's face softened. "Now I look like the bad guy." Smaug took a deep breath and held Thorin close. "I would be devastated if anything were to happen to you. I know how the world is outside these walls and I don't know if I could handle the grief if I let any of them do any harm to you." Thorin hugged his father back and his anger calmed to a simmer. Smaug pulled back and held Thorin on his shoulders. "Promise me, Thorin, that you will never ask about the lights. Again." His voice had that rough tone again and Thorin had no choice but to nod. Smaug hugged Thorin again and kissed his head. "I love you, Thorin." Thorin nodded and Smaug let him go. "Now I am off again. I'll be back soon, Thorin." Smaug used Thorin's hair to lower himself down the tower.
"I'll be here." Thorin said quietly. He looked back at the room and pulled his hair back up, working on his braids as he thought of new beads to put in his black strands.
So it's not much but um if I get people asking for more then the next chapter will definitely be longer.