A/N! So this is the first fanfiction I've written in a while (on a new account), so my writing is a little rusty. I'll probably edit and rewrite the chapters as I go along, which I'll inform you if I do. Note: This is NOT a Thorin/OC. At least not romantically. I suppose if you have something against platonic relationships, turn around? There will be eventual Bagginshield, just don't expect it for a while. Anyway, I have other notes at the end of the chapter that explain this story and it's premise in better detail. Thank you for reading!
"Plant your trees," Thorin spoke softly, breathing shallow, "watch them grow."
As soon as he collapsed atop the ice and stone, he knew he was dying. The cold at his back had begun to seep into his muscles in place of the blood he'd lost; it was an emptiness reaching out to him, trying to take him away. The light of the grey sky would have been hard to look at, had it not been blocked out by brown curls and tearful eyes.
The hobbit shook slightly, trying hard to repress his sobs. Thorin gave him a sad smile, too weak to do much else. "If everyone valued home above gold, this world would be a merrier place," he said, the last of his strength leaving with his words.
"No, no, no—Thorin, don't you dare," the hobbit cried, grasping one of Thorin's hands desperately, like it might keep Thorin alive.
But the emptiness was consuming Thorin, the light slowly dimming around his vision. His burglar grieved over him, holding onto him even long after the light had left his eyes—it was the last thing Thorin saw. The cold swept over him, like the water of the frozen river beneath them. Despite everything, he welcomed it as he sank, slowly, into the depths of death, until the last bits of light had vanished completely. But death isn't supposed to be empty, whispered one last flicker of awareness, a presence that the void tried to silence.
But the flicker did not disappear with everything else. It lingered, whispering secrets older than time itself; things that no mortal would know or understand. It settled in the core of his consciousness, pulsing with a dull thrum. It was almost warm—
A pulse went through Thorin; a flicker of pain. He was suddenly once again aware of his being, as the cold of the void grew around him, fighting the pulse of energy like ice crystals bursting in his skin. Another pulse, another pain; darkness followed, filling the void around him.
But this death wasn't dark-it was empty. This darkness was unnatural, unwelcome.
"This is not death," the darkness bellowed as it replaced the emptiness. The cold was no longer, instead becoming a fire that licked at his consciousness, threatening to consume him. Energy rolled through him in waves, gathering in his core like a storm. Thorin fought to escape it, afraid to let it overwhelm him. He wanted to scream, kick, anything to make it stop. He could feel himself rising; only it felt more like falling.
"Rise, Spaandowol," the voice of the darkness demanded. "Give in; do not fear ascension from the Void."
The pain was unbearable, and he couldn't fight it any longer. He heeded the voice and gave in, letting himself fall. A final, overwhelming wave of energy shot through his entire being, and in a desperate gasp of air, Thorin awoke.
It was dark, the air damp, and the stone underneath him uncomfortably cold. He looked up, and saw a massive carved wall looming over him, blacker than a moonless night. Mindlessly he got to his feet, reaching out to touch its detailed inscriptions in his haze.
"Do not fear ascension from the Void," the wall seemed to speak to him as his fingers brushed over the carvings, repeating words from earlier. "Your destiny has always been intertwined with the twisted sons of Akitosh," it spoke, echoing through his mind, "and finally, you awaken, summoned by the scar of Time."
Thorin repeated aloud, "Scar of…Time?" But the haze left him as he found his voice, and the presence of the wall faded with it.
Something wet caught his attention. He looked down at himself, seeing fresh blood was staining the sides of his clothes. He felt around his abdomen looking for the wound, but found it was no longer there, and turned to look to where he once lay. The blood, it turned out, was not his own.
The sight was sobering-two humans, a man and a woman, lay dead on the ground before him. He stepped backwards until his back bumped against the black wall. Panic began to set in—something he didn't feel often.
To suppress his panic, Thorin forced himself to take his eyes off the bodies, diverting his attention to his surroundings. It was a large chamber carved out of stone, and was visibly worn by time. The ceiling raised high into a dome, with massive skylights that illuminated the chamber, albeit dimly, since Thorin could see that dawn was just about to break. Stone benches and tables lined up towards the wall, making the chamber reminiscent of a temple. He looked once more to the bodies, only slightly relieved when he found he couldn't recognize them. Slightly.
What if you killed them? a little nagging voice asked. It was impossible, of course, considering that Thorin had also been dead not moments ago—but his mind had recently become too eager to entertain every possibility; especially the worst ones. However, there were so many other questions coming to mind that he couldn't dwell on a particular one, as he frantically trying to piece everything together. "Where am I? What happened? Why am I here? Where is—"
"—Bilbo…" he whispered, the thought stopping everything else. Bilbo had just been with him, by his side. He remembered how upset the hobbit had been, grief stricken and refusing to let him go. Now that Thorin was alive and well, his own sorrow could sweep over him with no death or emptiness to take it away again, and all he could think about what that he had to find Bilbo. He had to show him that he was okay. The thought that he had caused his friend such grief, especially after the regrettable acts he'd previously committed against him, was almost too much to bear. And then, Mahal forbid it, should he even dare to imagine the rest of the company's reactions?
In the midst of his confusion, the desire to find his company—and Bilbo, even more so—made one thing clear: he would, most likely, not find the answer here. The wall seemed to know, but had been cryptic, and its presence left him as soon as he was able to start asking questions. It was also clear to him that this was not Erebor, and he had a sneaking suspicion that Erebor was, once again, very far away.
Thorin stumbled forward towards the bodies, examining them closer. They each had a single, identical wound, where something thin like an arrow had been shot through them, and the flesh around the wounds were mangled where the weapons had been yanked out. The woman had one in her breast, and the man had one between the eyes. It was clearly the work of an expert, particularly an archer, whose arrows must have been impressively strong to not have shattered on impact against armor or bone. Most surprising of all, however, was that both bodies had been lightly charred by fire. Worse still, they had only died minutes before, which meant the killer must not be far away.
The woman still held a sword in her hand, which Thorin bent down to retrieve. It was a long, slightly curved blade, and was a little bigger than the dwarf was used to. However, it was an impressive sword, and looking to the left he saw that the man only had a small dagger, which lay by his side. Decisively, he also picked up the sword's sheath, and hooked the weapon to his belt.
A grand flight of stairs rose on either side of the wall, and Thorin opted for that path over the one directly in front of him that led into a dark tunnel. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the stairs led to several large doors, which happened to be a way out.
The morning air was frigid and windy, and it hit him with a blast. He stepped out into what appeared to be a court yard, pulling at the sides of his coat in a futile attempt to keep warm. It was strange, actually; he didn't remember being so sensitive to the cold.
A shuffling to his right startled him, and he instinctually reached for the sword at his side.
"Good morning," a stranger called out, walking into his path and turning to face him. They wore heavy armor almost as dark as the wall in the temple, and a hooded cowl that covered everything but their eyes. "Would you mind telling me what you were doing in that temple?" they asked. They held a large, dark bow at their side, but made no moves to use it.
Thorin glanced down at the bow, remembering the bodies in the temple, and drew his weapon. "What business is it of yours?" he asked with a raised voice, sneering.
"I'd say it's all my business," they replied sternly, though they showed no signs of hostility, instead casually swaying back and forth on their feet. "The only other way out of the temple has been sealed off," they continued, "and I too walked out only moments ago. I would have known if you were there."
The sun had begun to rise behind where the stranger stood, just starting to peak over the mountains of the horizon. The glare forced Thorin to slightly avert his eyes.
"So, you see how this is odd?" they asked, shrugging.
Thorin frowned. "I don't know how I got there," he admitted, before gruffly adding, "but even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you."
The stranger didn't immediately say anything in response, instead looking down at him thoughtfully, though with an intensity that made Thorin uneasy. A surprisingly warm wind blew the trees around them, causing the stranger to avert their attention to the sky.
"I suppose that doesn't matter right now," they finally spoke up, backing up a few steps. "There are more important things to worry about, after all."
"What do you mean by that?" Thorin asked.
The stranger looked back to him, the corners of their eyes crinkling from a smile. "I mean that we should move," they replied. "You have two options," they continued, starting a brisk walk down the hill, "stick close to my side, or get as far away from me as possible. Either way, I suggest you make your decision quickly."
Thorin furrowed his brow, taken aback by a wave of uncertainty, but with a groan he gripped the sword in his hand a little tighter and followed the stranger.
"So, you've chosen to follow me?" they asked, glancing over their shoulder to him.
"What sort of danger are we facing?" Thorin inquired, though his question was all but ignored.
"'We'? So you are following me!" they exclaimed happily. Thorin opened his mouth to protest again and demand answers, but was cut off when the stranger pulled off their cowl, revealing their face.
She was a woman with dark skin, and fierce brown eyes. She had a strong jaw, wavy black hair cropped short to her head, and two scars that trailed up her chin and lower lip. Her nose was slight and rounded, and wrinkled when she smiled.
"I'm Cynder," she said, slowing her pace to better face him.
Thorin had been taken off guard by her sudden and lighthearted introduction. He stammered for a moment, and frowned. "I, ah…I'm Thorin," he replied, and then after a moment's hesitation he added, "Oakenshield."
"Thorin Oakenshield?" Cynder repeated. "Sounds fancy," she quipped.
The lack of recognition slightly concerned Thorin, but he scoffed at her 'sounds fancy' remark, and decided to chalk it up to human ignorance.
"I'll ask again," he said sternly, "what sort of danger are we facing?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, Thorin," Cynder said, continuing to ignore his questions, "but you are awfully short."
This time her remarks were met with silence, and when the woman looked back and made eye contact with the dwarf, she was met only with an annoyed glower.
"…Right," she muttered, glancing down to the sword Thorin still held in his hand. A sword she recognized. "You know how to fight, I take it?"
Thorin replied with a solemn nod, and Cynder smiled.
"That's good," she declared. She then stopped walking, and turned to him with arms crossed over her chest. The next question she asked hit Thorin a little too hard.
"How do you feel about dragons?"
(Moments earlier)
Cynder stomped out of the temple as swiftly as she could, greeting the biting wind with fondness. Her ears and neck still burned from anger and disbelief, and the cowl that hid her face was beginning to feel more suffocating than usual.
"You killed the dragon, Paarthurnax?" Delphine had asked. It was a question laced with suspicion, and it was a suspicion that had been leveled at the Dragonborn more than once from both Blades. Delphine had always been the more vocal of the two when it came to her opinions, so Cynder got most of it from her. Lately, however, both of them had been acting strange.
It just then occurred to Cynder that they were paranoid.
She considered lying, but knew such a lie would only come back to bite her eventually. "No, and I never said I would," she replied honestly.
"That's right, you didn't," Delphine agreed, looking down at the Dragonborn with darkness in her eyes that Cynder had never quite seen before. It made her feel smaller than she already did against the much taller nord woman, and quite frankly, it frightened her.
"I don't see why I must follow your orders to earn your loyalty," Cynder pressed. "Is it not the entire point of your order to follow the Dragonborn?"
"The Dragonborn's duty is to protect Skyrim by pushing the dragons' existence from this world," Delphine glowered.
Cynder bristled with anger. "The only duty as Dragonborn, that I've accepted and made clear from the very beginning, was that I am to defeat Alduin and anyone else that may stand against me, dragon or not," she blared. A heat had begun to build in her throat which she had just begun to notice, and she stepped down in an effort to suppress it.
"Paarthurnax does not stand against me, you, or the people of Tamriel," she continued, lowering her voice in an attempt to calm herself, "and, honestly, has been more of a help to me than either of you, or this empty temple."
"So you admit that you would trust a dragon over your own kind?" Delphine asked, putting a hand to her belt.
Cynder took a few more steps back, frowning, and then after a few moments of hesitation replied, "Over you, perhaps."
She had expected a backlash, sure. Worst case scenario they might refuse to speak to her from then on, maybe even deny her access back into the temple, but certainly not this.
In a blink of an eye, Delphine lunged at Cynder, sword drawn, and with every intention to kill.
She had given Cynder no other choice; a fire erupted from the Dragonborn's throat, stunning the Blade long enough for Cynder to aim her bow, and deliver a single arrow to the woman's heart. Esbern seemed to have been more reluctant to face Cynder in battle, but ran to attack her after witnessing the death of his partner, rage having overtaken him. He didn't get far as Cynder shot another arrow, this one striking the man right between the eyes.
As such, the conflict ended as quickly as it began. She still couldn't figure out exactly what it was the set them off like that. Killing her should have been the last thing they wanted, since as far as they knew, they would have been sentencing the rest of the world to death.
Not that it mattered anymore.
Cynder walked forward, gripping her bow with a strength that might have snapped it had it been made of wood. The wind grew stronger, and with it was a rumble, and something else that had been following her for quite some time.
"Mirmulnir," she groaned, silently cursing the beast. This dragon she would gladly kill.
That was when something else from behind had gotten her attention; footsteps and grumbling were coming from the entrance of the temple, and she hid within the trees as quickly as she could. Her first thought was that perhaps she had failed to actually kill both of the Blades, and was still being pursued. However she didn't see Delphine or Esbern; instead it was a short man with long dark hair and a short beard, who looked very disgruntled and just generally disturbed over his surroundings.
Cynder wasn't sure if she should be curious, or angry that she had missed some secret third member of the Blades.
"Good morning!" she greeted, walking out to face him, standing directly in front of where she knew the sun would rise, so he may react slower should he also try to attack the Dragonborn.
A/N: So I saw BotFA and thought "WOW! I really want to write fanfiction (especially about Thorin uwu)!" Unfortunately at the time, I didn't know nearly enough about the Tolkien universe to even get an idea of what to write. Soo..I turned to a universe I do know about, which is Elder Scrolls. I've always preferred to come up with lengthy crossovers and AUs anyway, so I've really let the idea go kind of wild ever since.
I think I should explain a little about this particular chapter. Back when I first played Skyrim, I played it on a bootleg unpatched copy that I got from piratebay. In that game Delphine and Esbern tried to kill me when I refused to kill Paarthurnax, which of course I had no idea was a bug until I played a patched version. (bc you know the whole "is this a bug or a feature?" "yes." thing) So that explains why I went that direction in this fic, except I actually have a reason for it this time.
And about Cynder (no she's not named after the one dragon from spyro idk what you're talking about). She's my Dragonborn OC, a redguard, and I sincerely hope no one hates her. I know how people generally to feel about OCs in fic, especially when they get directly involved in the lives of their fav canon characters, so I can only pray that this is one that people can like. She becomes very important to Thorin's character development as the fic goes on.
This (god willing) will be a lengthy fic, and probably a blasphemous melding of the two universes for some. But I'm writing it anyway! The plot will gradually get weirder, and you'll begin to see connections between the events of The Hobbit and Skyrim as the plot develops. I'm serious, I've thought about this in great detail. There is a reason for everything! (At least I hope so!) THERE WILL BE BAGGINSHIELD! Rating might even go up, depends on how I feel about writing porn. Anyway, if you read this, please don't hesitate to review! Of course you don't have to, but it would be greatly appreciated! :)