AN: This was written purely unexpectedly. I was bored and listening to sad music, and BOOM! This little one shot was born. I originally wrote this for Hermione, but changed my mind when an image of Thorin popped up. With his tragic death seen recently in theaters, I thought he fit the profile much better. For any basic question here's some background. No she will not have a name, just know that she and Thorin were obviously in love. I'm assuming that because of common beliefs in that time era, she wouldn't have been allowed to go on the quest with him. Thorin being a private person, wouldn't have mentioned her to the company, and vice verse. That explains why she didn't really mention any of the company (only if you squint can see them briefly mentioned.) Any other possible questions or comments I'll try to reply just leave a review or PM me. I hope you enjoy, please READ AND REVIEW. Thank you.
Outside lay a dark cloudy day. As if the sun couldn't bear to be seen. Really though, how could it? Why should the sun shine when her heart was in pieces? How could time keep moving forward, the world continue on, when she herself was stuck in such unshakable agony? It didn't make any sense to her.
He was gone. Cold and lifeless, never again would she feel his strong yet gentle arms pull her into his loving embrace. She would never again hear his laughter, which was as breath taking and infectious as he. His passionate blue eyes staring down at her. Words of his devotion to her, gone in a matter of seconds.
-She tried to suck in a breath, to calm down, but only succeeded in making the sobs come more frantically. –
So many others had lost love ones to this hideous war. She wasn't the only one hurting. People throughout centuries have loved and lost. She wasn't the first, and certainly wouldn't be the last to suffer this heart wrenching pain. Yet, even as she tried to tell herself this, it did not ease her sorrow in the slightest.
The thing about grief, is that not only have you lost a piece of the past, but your future as well. His death not only made a bit of the past disappear, but also would be and could be's. They had wished to be married right after the war ended. They had wished to have children. Most of all, they had wished to spend the rest of their days in each other's arms and laughter. Now there is no 'they'. There is now only her and a pile of crushed dreams and a broken future.
-As her sobs begun to quiet, she falls to her knees, body slumping. Her head touches the ground gently, so utterly defeated.-
Images of him flash across her heart and mind. Their first meeting, every lingering glance, every laugh and smile; quiet afternoons basking in the glow of his presence, the intensity of her love for him (and his love for her). It was even more painful because he wasn't just her lover. He was so much more. He was her best friend. The one person who knew her inside and out. The person who knew her every secret. The person who knew her down to her core, good and bad, and accepted her for who she was, faults and all. If he wasn't here, who would know her as well as he did? Who could read her every expression, know her every thought and need before even she was aware? Who would be there to hold her when she was broken and not okay? To make her feel loved and safe with a simple gesture? No one. She had no family. Only him. But she was alone in the world once again.
-She turns her head toward the sky, unseeing, her head full of him. With a heart so full of pain, she feels hollow, whispers brokenly- "Thorin."