A/N: Enjoy. This is my first Thorin/Female!Reader fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
You're just walking, when it happens. You just step on a loose crack in the pavement and then-*BAM*- you're falling through the sky, getting closer and closer to the green forest that has somehow appeared below you. Then you're tumbling through the trees, scratching yourself and grimacing when your shoulder lands of the trunk of a rather large tee determined to get in your way. Your hand moves quickly to cup it as pain spreads through your shoulder, taking it away and revealing it to be covered in blood. You shrug your shoulder, ignoring the increasing pain and cover it with your sports bra strap, suddenly realizing that you were only in your running kit.
You become aware of your increasing speed and brace yourself for the ground, nearer and nearer, but then you notice the gaggle of...men? Below you, chatting and armed with...Weapons? Your blood runs cold, they could hurt you, kill you, and where are you?
You didn't enter the clearing as quietly as you would have hoped. The men jumped up, pointing at you, though most stayed still and stared up and you with widening eyes.
And then- you landed.
Instead of the hard ground, you land in soft fur and warm arms.
Bracing yourself you look up and are surprised by the most piercing eyes you have ever seen staring intently back at you, flickering as they blinked and narrowed as they inspected your face.
You did the same, tearing your eyes away and inspecting his face yourself, noticing his braided hair, streaked with silver, and his cheekbones and his chiselled features, and his beard and his gorgeous, beautiful lips that parted slightly ans his perfect eyes noticed you staring an-
No, No no. You didn't know this man and looking around you suddenly noticed the company that stared as you with slight confusion and curiosity from falling out of the sky and that they were now straddling one of the men there.
You jumped up, pushing the man who held you away.
"Who are you?"
His voice cut through the tension like a knife and was velvety and laced with underlying concern, noticing the way your left arm hung limply by your side. However you ignored him and spun around noticing that you were cornered in a circle by these strange men. You noticed a man dressed in grey robes leaning against a tree, with a...staff?...and grey hair hanging limply, you recognise him but ignore the feeling and look away. You divert your eyes towards the man who caught you as he repeats his question.
"Who are you?"
This time his voice sounded suspicious and you noticed his hand reaching down towards his sword and drawing it out. Your eyes widen as he places in under your chin and glares at you.
"Thorin, leave her alone. Y/N, welcome back home." They man dressed in grey leaves the shadows and you recognise him immediately, your confidence returning and pushing 'Thorins' sword away, running over to him.
"Grandpa!" You run over to him and embrace him in a hug.
He lets out a low chuckle, and you notice the other men's eyes widening even more, if possible. Thorins sword lowered, however he didn't sheath it back again, still wary of you.
"Grandpa, where have you been? You just disappeared! I missed you, you know. I knew you hadn't died, and I told them that." Tears well up in your eyes and you noticed the men's eyes looking awkwardly away, but you're too far in to stop now. "Father hit me again, he told me that if I didn't get it into me that you had died, he would beat it into me."
Gandalf's eyes soften and he pulls you in for another hug. Your skin becomes cold and you feel let out your feelings that have been cooped up inside of you and cry. Finally you stop and dry your eyes, massaging your wounded shoulder and turning away. You lean up to look into Gandalf's eyes.
"Who are these people?"
He grins, and points to each one in turn.
"They're all dwarves, Y/N. That one there is Dwalin, then Bofur..." Gandalf trailed off, as each dwarf in turn gave a slight wave or smile, already warming up to you at the prospect of knowing you as Gandalf's grand-daughter.
"...and Thorin, king in exile." Thorin nodded his head at you.
"King!?" You exclaim, raising your eyebrows.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" Thorin asked, cocking one eyebrow and narrowing his eyes in annoyance, however the smirk on his lips reassured you that everything was okay.
"Well...aren't you supposed to be ruling a kingdom or something?" You look at him from under your dark eyelashes and he lets out a low, hearty chuckle.
"That is where the 'in exile' part comes in, you know."
"Oh..." You blush and look away, ignoring the laughing dwarves.
"Hey, Y/N, we don't mean any offence."
"Yeah, we all love you really."
"Even though you've only known me for like 10minutes?" You raise your eyebrows at the two you remember as Fili and Kili.
"Sure." They answered together and the three of you shared a smile.
"I have a feeling you're going to fit perfectly in here, Y/N." said Gandalf. You smile weakly at him, hand going up to your wound again.
This time Thorin notices.
"Let me see your shoulder." His commanding voice forced you to look at him and strangely enough, make your way over to him, and removing your strap from your wound.
He hisses and moves your hair out of the way to get a look at it. He inspects it and points out that it's almost sprained but luckily not. When he asks how you did it all you have to do is glance up at the thick trees for him to work it out. He rolls his eyes.
"Of course."
He bandages it and once you're all fixed up you suddenly realize just how close you are to him, your chest pressed up against him. You look up, and find his eyes staring right back at you. His eyes move down to stare at your chest, and a red blush covers you. You both step back and cough awkwardly at the same time, ignoring the knowing looks Fili and Kili send your way, and the chuckles Gandalf produces. Thorin clears his throat, looking back up from your chest up to your face.
"So are you a witch?"
"Well, kind of."
His eyes narrow. "What do you mean, kind of?"
"Grandpa hasn't taught me much, and I can't really control it very well."
When Gandalf had been in the mortal world of humans, he had showed you his powers and tried to produce some from you. However it took a while and when you got angry or sad, or any strong emotion, you couldn't control your powers and sometimes bad things happened. The magic had missed a generation in the family, and you were very powerful. Gandalf had told you of a time when you would finally join him in another world, destined for greatness. You were beginning to wonder when you could escape your world and join this one.
A feeling bubbled up inside of you, happiness.
And you began to glow.
"Oh...my..."
You didn't know who said that, too consumed with happiness.
Your eyes glowed a radiant white, and you let out a yell at being so happy. Then something began to happen, a rumbling coursed through the ground and howls echoed through the air. Immediately you stopped glowing and instead felt your skin become cold, a sign of fear.
"What...what was that?"
The dwarfs were so shocked at your powers, that none of them answered, not even Thorin who was staring at you with admiration and confusion.
"That, my dear, is the sound of Orcs." Gandalf answered, and suddenly it dawned on you, your blood running cold. He had told you about them.
"What do we do?" Your voice shook as you spoke.
"We run." Answered Thorin, turning around grabbing your freezing hand and sprinting, the other Dwarves following.
Thank god you were in your running kit.
A/N: Cliffhanger! R&R!
