#dragon thorin

[consultingpacha]

Some sketches today. This belongs to a Swan Princess AU, but instead of a Swan, Thorin transforms into a dragon during the day, and gets goldsick as morning approaches. With moonlight, he goes back to being a dwarf. It’s another of my fic wips 😅

“It has already started! When the sun comes out, the beast will take control. My mind won’t be my own anymore. You must leave. Get out of the Mountain!”

“Im not leaving you here!”

“Frerin. Please. Take him out of here.”

The former king fell to his knees then, as a jolt of pain ran up his spine like lightning. It was familiar already. His skin ached were the scales were breaking it to get out, and he could feel the strong headache of the horns pushing outside his skull.

His eyes were burning, too. As well as his throat.

The sun was rapidly falling down the horizon.

“You must go! Now!”

“Thorin…”

Almost chocking on a scream, Thorin gasped for air, fixing his eyes on Bilbo’s horrified expression. His voice, when he next managed to speak, was but the deep growl of a beast.

“LEAVE.”

——

[tickles-ivory]

And another....

[catyo90]

I dunno if the month prompts are still open, if they're not you can just chuck this but yo number 13. In a fairytale (preferably slightly dark fairytale vibes but just normal fairytale would do grand as well). For the character I dunno I'm leaning towards Thorin but you can just pick whatever lotr/hobbit character you want

The Dragon Prince: Thorin x Female! Reader

(Inspired By the story of the Lindworm Prince) 

You always dreamed of your wedding being a happy one, never did you think you would find yourself married to The Shadow of Erebor. The dragon that plagued the land now for years. But Erebor was not always plagued by this curse. At least not until that fateful night.

The kingdom had always thrived even in great times of distress, it and its people were strong and hardy with wealth without limit. But to one none of the riches could hold a candle to the want of a child. The queen of Erebor was stricken with grief over having been unable to bare an heir, to never know the love of a child broke her heart. Until one night when the kingdom was visited by an man, one of unknown origin and quite handsome but strangely his eyes were older than they expected, it was as if they had seen everything. He claimed he could bless them with a child giving them a box with three gems, red white and black, of significant beauty inside and to have them be placed in fire for a year. After that they would break open and their gift would be received.

He told them that the red gem would give them a son and the white gem a daughter. When asked about the black gem the man only replied.

“It will give you a gift like no other. But I must warn you...One or two I can promise but a third cannot” and with those words he left. Never to be seen or heard from again. 

That night the queen was too eager at the prospect of not only one child but three made her forget the man’s warning as she placed all three into the fireplace in the royal chambers. For the next year the servants kept the fire ablaze until that fateful night when the gems cracked. Triplets had been born, the youngest was a daughter with hair as white as diamonds and the middle a boy with hair as red as the hottest forges but the third...was no child. A baby dragon as black as the sky cooed at its mother but before the queen could even respond. The servants made it flee in fear into the deepest forests near Erebor where none dared dwell. And like a bad dream the birth of the dragon was soon forgotten.

Many years past and both the young prince and princess grew up both beautiful and kind and strong in their own ways. And soon the time came for them to find one to marry. Their son Frerin along with their daughter Dis arrived at the crossroads when suddenly the ground beneath shook as from the forest as the trees strained against the tremble of the beast that emerged from the shadows. A black dragon as dark as the night with eyes as blue as the deepest drowning oceans, scales stronger than any steel splattered with white specks like stars in the night with horns and mane to match. And from it the only words it said

“A bride for me before a bride for you.”

It did not allow either to pass but did not harm them either. With their only option to return home and to tell of what happened. The night it was revealed to both children and the king that the dragon was in truth their oldest sibling and the rightful heir. The king knowing the dragon though it was his child meant that it would not harm his kingdom and their people. So with great regret he wrote to two kingdoms promising the prospect of marriage to their child, one to the realm of Mirkwood and one to the Kingdom of the Northmen. Twice did the halls of Erebor cheer for the marriages and twice did the wedding nights end in bloodshed. Once again the worlds the dragon spoke were only 

“A bride for me before a bride for you.”

-

And now here you were a simple miners daughter forced into the situation at the request of your father and the king to spare the wrath from another kingdom. But you had a secret that even the dragon could not have guessed.

-

The night your father told you that you were to be given to the dreaded dragon as a bride you fled into the woods crying at the thought of your life ending, You thoughts wondered to the idea of fleeing but you knew in doing so the dragon would attack the people. A fate you could not accept. The sounds of the forest gave little comfort until the sound of an elderly voice spoke out to you.

“What would be the matter child of stone?” 

You looked up to see a man dressed in a grey robe and beard to match as a blue pointed hat moved to show the old man smoking on a small pipe as he walked with a staff in hand. A wizard no doubt.

“I am to be married to the terrible dragon but it has devoured two princesses already...I have no chance for it to spare me? Why am I to die?” You exclaimed as tears fell faster as your breath shortened at the terror of what would come.

It was only the gentle shoulder touch from the elderly man that brought your attention back.

“Dear child of stone, listen carefully and do as I say and you will survive the night and save not only your life but the dragon’s as well.”

-

Those last words echoed in your mind. It was no secret now that the dragon was in truth the eldest prince. But how would doing what he instructed save both of their lives?

The next day a third royal wedding was prepared but it matched in no way to the two prior, while those had a measure of hope for the end to the situation. Now it was nothing to anyone except an elegant funeral for you. In truth it was almost everything you imagined for you true wedding. A dress as white as snow with diamonds and satin clinging to your body with white fur around your shoulders and a white veil to match and while the dragon never showed itself you heard its deep voice from the shadows echo in the deep halls

After the wedding had finished, the banquet had begun but for you there was no time to relax and enjoy the false festivities. You quickly rushed to the kitchen and requested they bring you ten nightgowns and two barrels one with ale and the other with wine and along with that a whip.

When night came you were brought down to the dragons chamber and luckily saw the material you needed were there and sighed a bit from the relief. You looked around the barely lit room to see a bed was in the center with some decorative fabrics hung above. But the fear and knowing that two maidens died her made you shudder. Before the dragon was to arrive you hurried and removed the wedding dress and threw it to the ground and rushed to get the ten dresses on and placed the veil over yourself as you sat on the bed awaiting the beast.

You thoughts wondered off so much that you had almost failed to hear the mighty steps of the dragon enter the chamber. A sudden surge of fear rushed through your body as a small bit of tears pricked your eyes as you brought your hands together praying until you felt the veil from your head gently lifted from your head causing you took look up to see the dragon in all. It’s scales showing only slightly from the shadows as the vibrant blue eyes stared into yours. You could not lie to yourself, it was quite a beautiful dragon. Its deep voice spoke.

“Your eyes show fear...but I see no greed or hatred in them. The others were not like you. The elf showed no love to me and the maiden to the north only had greed in her heart for our gold. Brides not worthy for me”

The dragon shifted closer to you as it spoke again.

“Maiden, shed your dress.”

It said with no question . Making you slightly happy knowing it didn’t suspect anything. At least for now

“I request you shed your skin.”

You saw the dragon slightly taken aback from this.

The dragons previous brides to be did not even try to speak to him. Only their screams when it revealed itself and their true intentions made true when it looked into their eyes. A dragons eyes can see much but most of all the true intentions and feelings of their captive.

“None of the maidens before asked this of me? Why?”

“A wedding gift for me on my last day.” You said looking straight into its eyes showing this time no fear.

The dragon said nothing as it did what you asked, but when you shed a gown only for the dragon to see another it requested once more it to be removed and once again you requested it shed its skin. The hours passed slowly as now the dragon laid on the floor too tired from the stress of shedding its skin. The scales on its body looked fragile as if they could break with a simple touch, the mane and horns now smaller and more glossy than before. You were down to your last gown when the dragon raised its head, looking into its eyes you saw something you never thought you would see in such a terrifying beast. Tears. Tears falling from its eyes showing it to be in pain.

“Maiden...” It said weakly as you quickly opened the barrel filled with ale and dunked the whip into it before striking at the dragons soft hide making it scream and whither in pain as you watched it cry out and thrashed on the ground amongst the shed skin and gowns before you grabbed the barrel of wine and threw it on the dragon causing it to cry even more than before, as you stood over the dragon you could not help but feel sorry for the creature. It was denied any love from its very birth and even denied a normal life.

You carefully stepped forward wrapping your arms around the neck of the dragon and gingerly moved him on to the edge of the head and hugged his body close. You could feel his body shake as the tears still fell but his body slowly relaxed as you hummed him to sleep as you spoke to the dragon this time.

“Sleep, dear prince. I will not leave you.”

You felt the dragon shift only slightly as sleep slowly took over both of you until the crack of dawn came as the first light shined into the room, rousing you from your sleep as you opened your eyes as a small gasp escaped your lips. In front of you was no dragon but a man, Hair black and white exactly like its scales, his skin was slightly red from where the whip had hit him, you blushed ever so slightly as you saw his arms had wrapped around your frame sometime in the night but more so did the blush darken once you realized he was nude with only the loose individual scales covering his lower body and yours like a blanket. 

You shook your head as you looked up at his face bringing a gentle hand to the side of his cheek. The feel of his beard against your hand tickled a bit as you gently stroked your thumb against it. At least until he shifted and brought a hand to his chest and arm in pain. Before he gasped slightly at the realization that he had a normal body. Suddenly he looked at you with eyes as vibrant as sapphires. There was nothing you could think to say for a moment as you brought a hand into his.

“I am sorry you had to endure so much...but someone needed to whip you into shape.” You said with a small smirk to him.

He said nothing as he started to chuckle and soon started laughing causing you to join in. Until you felt him take one of your hands in his kissing the back of it.

“I  truly hope you meant what you said...when you said you would not leave. But I would not blame you if you never wanted to see me again after all I have done.”

You shifted a little to his side of the bed slightly lost in thought.

“Wat’s your name?”

“Well my mother when I was born did call out to me before the servants scared me off...she called me Thorin. I suppose that’s what she meant to name me.”

‘Well Thorin...” you brought your forehead to his as you felt the exhaustion of everything that had happened crashed over you like a wave as you sunk into the bed.

“I believe we have all the time in the world to get to know each other better. But for now...lets just rest a bit longer.”

“As you wish,” He said holding you a bit closer as sleep took over both of you once more but this time no worries or fear of what was to come. Only the prospect and hope of what the future held.

[smolestboop]

Bilbo 'Not Like Other Hobbits' Baggins

[ebbling]

Dragon Sickness

Rewatching the hobbit and lotr if you couldn’t tell

[mrkida-art]

Dragon King

[locke-esque-monster]

I appreciate how The Hobbit films took the opportunity to turn Thorin's greatest liability as a leader as the one that also flips the figuratively switch on his crazy plan to save them at the end of DoS.

Dwalin: "The plan's not going to work. These furnaces are stone cold."

Balin: "He's right - we've no fire hot enough to set them ablaze."

Thorin (a dwarf who has for two films has impressively pissed off just about every being they've encountered) thinks to himself the Dwarvish equivalent of "Hold my beer. My time has come".

Proceeds to insult Smaug into such a rage that the dragon tries to kill them all by lighting everything around them on fire, including the furnaces that will help them attack and hopefully incapacitate Smaug.

[velvet4510]

Unpopular opinion incoming. I’m feeling brave right now so please nobody hate me for this.

As much as I ship Bilbo and Thorin, I actually don’t think their relationship would’ve worked out if Thorin had lived. (And I say this as a hopeless romantic.) I think it would’ve turned out like the ending of La La Land.

Their paths were just too different. Bilbo was not the type to be a royal consort, ruling over others, and Thorin was not the rural, domestic type. Bilbo had a purpose in the Shire to fulfill (adopting Frodo) and Thorin had a duty to his people for which he’d spent his entire life fighting. Bilbo would never ask Thorin to give that up and come to the Shire with him, nor would Thorin, in his right mind, force Bilbo into a role for which he was not suited - no matter how much either of them may have wanted to.

Plus what if Thorin had been exposed to the Ring for years and years while Bilbo inevitably kept it with him? Especially if they both stayed in Erebor? There’s a chance it might’ve brought back the dragon sickness and torn them apart.

I think this actually adds to the beauty and complexity and tragedy of their relationship. Opposites do attract sometimes, and they were drawn to each other’s differences as well as their core similarities. But pragmatically, it’s not very likely that a long-term relationship would’ve succeeded. If Bilbo had stayed, or if Thorin had left, there would’ve inevitably been some resentment on either side, especially considering Thorin’s pride.

And the fact is I think they loved each other too much to ever demand that either of them give up his core identity for anything, even a relationship.

[verk0my]

my mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost

you can get a print here: inprnt!    

[markrodin]

the Dragon.

[tickles-ivory]

Uhm...there is a part 2 already. XD

[smoking-old-toby]

heyy remember when thorin was wasted on dragon gold and leaning over bilbo being a cocky slut and bilbo was just -_-

[seeyouatthesecondmusic]

rewatching the extended edition of botfa and. thorin actually says to bilbo, word for word, i quote

'this gold is ours, and ours alone.'

like,??? he has fuckinfg dragon sivkness where hes literally suspecting his kin, his sistersons of stealing from him, but hes so obsessed with bilbo, he and bilbo are so together, are pactically one insepaeable entity in his mind, that he just automatically says the gold is his ands bilbo's. i cannot with this film i am going insane

[y97dgu]

dragon sickness

[deadbabey]

I’m rereading The Hobbit so I think nows a good time to say that I was in jr high when the movies came out and I remember every English class in my grade was reading it that year and all the classes EXCEPT MINE took a field trip to watch the movie and when I found out my class wasn’t going to the movie I said fuck it I’m not reading this book so I didn’t and somehow I still got a passing grade on my final essay where I wrote that the dwarves never faught Smaug themselves bc Bilbo killed him and that Thorin and Bilbo were in love and no one died

My teacher read what was essentially fanfiction from I book I hadn’t read yet and still gave me a C-