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I was out of a walk one cold night when came upon a body hanging from a tall tree, it plummeted to the ground and landed with a dull thud; I went over to it and looked down at its face. I fell back, startled and scared, it was I. I was the body in the tree, but I’m right here… Aren’t I?
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The Heart Of The Mountain:A Thorin x Reader fanfic
The Heart of The Mountain
A Thorin x Reader Fanfic
This was another amazing idea suggested to me by Revolutionary-Angel!!
For the entirety of the journey Thorin had questioned not only Gandalf but himself over allowing you, a human female to accompany he and the rest of the company. All Gandalf would say when Thorin would mention anything about regretting bringing you along was; “Trust me when I say this Thorin Oakenshield, that (y/n) is going to be of vital importance to you. Though you may not see it now you soon will.” Thorin would always sigh and shake his head when Gandalf would say this. Despite this fact, y
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Cover Up(Dwalin x reader)
Dwalin didn't like you. It was obvious to you. What wasn't obvious was why. You had gone out of your way to be kind to the stubborn dwarf warrior, but he would have none of it. You tried talking to him and he merely ignored you or gave some rude comment or another about ladies being too soft for the wilderness. He'd been that way since you met the company back at your cousin Bilbo's home, but tonight was worse than ever.
"Here you are, Master Dwalin," you said handing him a bowl of stew. He glared at you, but took the bowl anyway. "Y/N! How about some training after supper?" the blond Durin called from across the fire. You smiled, but befor
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nightmares (dwalin x reader)
“Dwalin…” your voice croaks out weakly from behind him.
He whirls around in a flash, one ax held high at the ready. Eyes flitting about for any signs of contiguous danger, they widen in uncharacteristic fear when the warrior finally catches sight of the blood on your tunic, oozing relentlessly through your fingers, which clutch tightly at the wound in your stomach.
As your knees suddenly give way and you begin to crumble to the ground, Dwalin surges forward instinctively, catching you in his powerful arms and pulling you to rest upon his fur-lined chest. “Easy, easy, lass! I’ve got you.”
Shaky fingers fi
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