Prompt: "Imagine Thorin finding out you're pregnant with his child, after he sent you into Erebor to find the dragon"
You were the only female Dwarf in the Company of Thorin Oakenshield; no wonder it was him that you fell for. You were as stubborn as they came, and when word reached the seven major Dwarven families (including yours) that the crownless king under the Mountain, was reclaiming your old home, you wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Each member of the company - even Gandalf - was against you joining, but after saving everyone's butts three (or five) times, they warmed up to you exceptionally fast.
Thorin glanced over to you in the cell; stuck in Mirkwood with no way of escape, you had finally lost your spark of hope. Everyone had been given separate cells, but somehow you both had to share. Glancing up at Thorin, you caught his caring gaze. Neither of you looked away, or said a word; the silences spoke for you.
After a while, you unwrapped your arms from around your knees, and let your legs fall flat on the freezing floor; your hands were limp in your lap, and you were staring at them, unable to fathom anything else to do. Thorin watched you, curious - yet he was also deeply saddened - by how quickly you'd lost hope sitting beside the gate to the cell.
He stood from where he was leaning against an adjoining wall, and rested beside you. You looked up in surprise and he placed a tender hand under your chin; turning your head slowly in his gentle grasp, you eventually were staring him straight in the eye. The silence continues to rest between you both, and you lean into him; Thorin, who was used to this gesture when you were alone,wrapped his arms around your waist; gently kissing your hair, he tries to comfort you by whispering Khuzdul in your ear.
You relaxed a little, but not much. Thorin glances down at you; you feel his gaze and look up to meet his eyes. A gentle hand caresses your colder cheek. "What's the matter [First name]?" He asks, curious for your major change in mood and state of mind.
Tears brimmed in your eyes, and a lump formed in your throat. How could you tell him? You decided not to, and whispered something else instead. "We're never going to get to the mountain, are we?" You spoke, defeat seeping from your words, that hurt Thorin's heart greatly. He sighed silently, before lightly pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was short but sweet.
He looked to you, and went to say more words of comfort, when the slight jingling of keys brought your attention elsewhere. Both of you glanced to the gate, to see Bilbo, pulling the gate open - you were free!
"Well done, master Burglar." Thorin praises, as the two of you jumped to your feet, and began to escape with the rest pf the company.
Bilbo hissed to you. "You can't go into the mountain!" You'd told him; the one you could trust not to make a big deal out of your news - is now making a big deal out of it. You and ten of the company (Fili, Kili, Bofur and Oin stayed in Laketown) were now standing on the slopes of Erebor, the door was open, and you were about to go in and find that Arkenstone.
You ignored Bilbo's attempts to get you to stay - for him to go instead; this was what you signed up to do, and you will never go back on your words.
"[First name]" Balin said, and you turned to look at him. "When you'e ready, Lass." He added, nodding his head to the open door. You sighed deeply, getting ready for whatever may lie in there.
You went to walk in, but quickly turned to Bilbo and whispered to him. "Please, don't tell him a word about what I told you." You pleaded, walking away. The Hobbit gulped, and whimpered a 'good luck' to you before you entered.
Thorin watched your back retreat into the mountain, into the darkness of a world that is his, and he worries. He heard your words to Bilbo before you left; what could you possibly not want to tell him?
He turned his head, and stared out across the overlook, thinking deeply. The Arkenstone. You. Smaug. His thoughts were jumbled.
All nine of them jumped to their feet some time later, when the earth tumbled. "What was that?" Bilbo asked, panicked.
"Was that an Earthquake?" Dori wonders aloud. Balin turns to face him, worry and fear plastered all over his face. Thorin's face mirrors this exactly. "No Dori, that was a dragon." Thorin answers and snaps his eyes to the door, to see the light of fire. Were you still there, or had Smaug…?
Thorin worried; his heart ached for your safety. He wanted to go in, but he refused to risk the lives of everyone- even if it was you.
Bilbo had had enough. He walked over to Thorin, while everyone else was debating whether they should go inside to help you, or not. "Thorin, you can't just stay here. You must do something!" Bilbo hissed to him, as another roar from a dragon was heard.
Thorin's blank expression told him everything; bile of hatred rose in his throat at what the King under the Mountain said next. "I will not risk the entire quest, for the life of one… low-born Dwarf." He uttered, almost disgusted by you. YOU, the very person he'd fallen head over heels for; the one inside Erebor at that exact moment. You, who he would let die, to save everyone else from Smaug.
Bilbo glared at him, though he knew he shouldn't have. "But what if it wasn't one?" He blurted out, before he could stop himself. It had the desired effect; Thorin glanced at him, with his mouth agape, and eyes wide in fear.
"What are you saying, Bilbo?" He said irritably. But he guessed what was going to be mentioned next; Thorin cast his mind back to those quiet hours the two of you had, while the rest of the company had slept. You had both been careful; how could this have happened?
Thorin looked defeated as he slowly turned to the door, as Smaug roared again. He felt like everything had been cast aside - Erebor, his crown, the Arkenstone - all that mattered was you, and his child.
"What have I done?" He uttered, gazing in fear at the door. You had both been so careful, but not careful enough.