It’s a Surprise “Yes, it’s true, why would I lie? Especially about this?”
“You really called a dwaven lord ‘Harder’ instead of ‘Hargar’ for an entire council meeting?” You couldn’t get your head around the face that an especially important dwarf such as Thorin Oakenshield could have a regal mishap.
“It sounded like it, what can I say? Now, I regret telling you this. Though I should have realized my mistake sooner than I did at the time, because my father kept laughing at me the whole time and never said a thing. Both of us were getting the strangest looks.”
Never had you had such a grand idea to put the king on the spot by asking him his most embarrassing memory.
“It seems that messing up names runs in the family. Boggins of all things.” …show more content…
“Yes, (Y/N)?,” Thorin obviously expected you to reminisce over some sappy long ago childhood memory as he peered at you warmly.
“Well, that term seems to be thrown around a lot when we are alone…,” your smirk grew wickedly as you waited for a reaction.
“Oh, Mahal.” He face palmed and sighed deeply. You squirmed out of his grasp and splashed in the puddles you found along the way of your stroll while giggling. It was baffling how he had an eternity of patience for you, yet if one of his relatives breathed a little too loudly; it was the end of them as they knew it.
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The two of you were just about back to camp from your walk alone. The last drops of sunlight were squeezed out of the day as if it was an orange dripping with juice. It was that time of night when there was a certain glow lingering around everyone, and that made it all the more special to be with your One. The greens, reds, and oranges of autumn resembled a messy palette of mixed paint. The leaves from the tall trees shuttered as you watched a starling’s wings dive around the branches. He sang a song of jumbled chirps and whistles, sounding happy to be …show more content…
You closed your eyes and breathed in the delicious scent of something cooking over the wood fire and before you could open them again, something or someone fell on you like a sack of potatoes. You hit the dirt only to see that Thorin was in similar circumstances. When you got your bearings, you twisted around only to look into the eyes of Fili.
“Why in the world did you pounce on me like a wild cat?”
“Sorry (Y/N). Brother and I are here to escort you two lovers to a- what did Bofur call it? - Oh yes, ‘a night under the stars for the lovebirds in our midst’ or something to that effect. It’s quite sappy really.”
Before you could try to remotely understand what he was talking about, Thorin bellowed as his other nephew lay like a rock on top of him.
“Kili, I swear to Mahal if you don’t get off me immediately, you are walking back to the Blue Mountains alone,” he growled, apparently more disgruntled than yourself.
“Right, sorry Uncle, here let me help you
“You really called a dwaven lord ‘Harder’ instead of ‘Hargar’ for an entire council meeting?” You couldn’t get your head around the face that an especially important dwarf such as Thorin Oakenshield could have a regal mishap.
“It sounded like it, what can I say? Now, I regret telling you this. Though I should have realized my mistake sooner than I did at the time, because my father kept laughing at me the whole time and never said a thing. Both of us were getting the strangest looks.”
Never had you had such a grand idea to put the king on the spot by asking him his most embarrassing memory.
“It seems that messing up names runs in the family. Boggins of all things.” …show more content…
“Yes, (Y/N)?,” Thorin obviously expected you to reminisce over some sappy long ago childhood memory as he peered at you warmly.
“Well, that term seems to be thrown around a lot when we are alone…,” your smirk grew wickedly as you waited for a reaction.
“Oh, Mahal.” He face palmed and sighed deeply. You squirmed out of his grasp and splashed in the puddles you found along the way of your stroll while giggling. It was baffling how he had an eternity of patience for you, yet if one of his relatives breathed a little too loudly; it was the end of them as they knew it.
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The two of you were just about back to camp from your walk alone. The last drops of sunlight were squeezed out of the day as if it was an orange dripping with juice. It was that time of night when there was a certain glow lingering around everyone, and that made it all the more special to be with your One. The greens, reds, and oranges of autumn resembled a messy palette of mixed paint. The leaves from the tall trees shuttered as you watched a starling’s wings dive around the branches. He sang a song of jumbled chirps and whistles, sounding happy to be …show more content…
You closed your eyes and breathed in the delicious scent of something cooking over the wood fire and before you could open them again, something or someone fell on you like a sack of potatoes. You hit the dirt only to see that Thorin was in similar circumstances. When you got your bearings, you twisted around only to look into the eyes of Fili.
“Why in the world did you pounce on me like a wild cat?”
“Sorry (Y/N). Brother and I are here to escort you two lovers to a- what did Bofur call it? - Oh yes, ‘a night under the stars for the lovebirds in our midst’ or something to that effect. It’s quite sappy really.”
Before you could try to remotely understand what he was talking about, Thorin bellowed as his other nephew lay like a rock on top of him.
“Kili, I swear to Mahal if you don’t get off me immediately, you are walking back to the Blue Mountains alone,” he growled, apparently more disgruntled than yourself.
“Right, sorry Uncle, here let me help you