#from his search for the arkenstone not to rest but to continue working in secret on this shirt

[8thparadox]

i do not CARE if the books say that the mithril shirt was made long ago as a commission for an elven prince. it's MY fic and I get to decide that thorin found a bunch of links that his mother was going to work on just before smaug came and when he's be ushered out of the treasury by bilbo or balin or whatever unlucky dwarf had pulled the short straw and been sent to suggest that mayby the king get some sleep.. or eat something… he goes back to his mother's old work room and carefully links the rings together (the ancient art of working with mithril all but lost to time, but Thorin remembers watching his mother when she started the project) and thinking totally normal thoughts about how he needs to protect bilbo from all possible harm.

[rattyoakenbitch]

The Hobbit: In My Feelings || Thorin x Elf Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death sadness.

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x (short) Elf Reader

Note: OKAY, I’M SORRY IF THIS SOUNDS STUPID BUT I HAD TO. Basically, Gandalf & Galadriel did the nasty, resulting in a child, which is you. I don’t know if Elves and Wizards can.. you know, but I don’t care. I ship Gandalf & Galadriel wayyy too much and they’d be the coolest parents. Also, I was listening to Lana Del Rey’s “In My Feelings”, which just gave me this sad and sort of angry vibe, so I thought I’d make an imagine sort of releasing all that anger. I don’t know if that made any sense. 

Summary: Thorin Oakenshield, King Under The Mountain, your One, was taken over by dragon sickness. When Bilbo shares a little secret about having the Arkenstone in his possession, you take his side, angering Thorin. 

“It’s a trick! The Arkenstone is here in this mountain!” Thorin’s voice boomed. The king looked down intently at the bargeman, who was tossing the stone up and catching it as if it were a paper ball, only infuriating him more.

“It’s no trick. I gave it to them.” You close your eyes as you hear Bilbo’s words. You both kept the stone a secret, but now you were on edge, thinking about Thorin’s reaction. You were certain he would just about blow up. Thorin slowly turned around, staring Bilbo down, his face unreadable. 

“You?”

“I took it as my fourteenth share,” the hobbit said sheepishly.

“You would steal from me?” Thorin spoke lowly, sending shivers down your spine. “Steal from you? No, no. I may be a burglar, but I like to think I’m an honest one.” Thorin started to approach him, causing more anxiety and pressure to build up inside of you. “I’m willing to let it stand against my claim.”

“Your claim? You have no claim over me, you miserable rat!” Before Thorin could get a hold of Bilbo, you stopped him abruptly, standing in front of the frightened hobbit.

“Thorin, stop. It’s my fault, too.” He still had a hateful look on his face, but his eyes softened as he realized it was you, his One. He processed the words you had just spoke, and furrowed his brows together.

“What are you talking about?”

“Bilbo came to me and told me about the Arkenstone.. I knew he had it since we reclaimed the mountain..”  The tension in the air was high, and it was silent, besides the heavy breathing and the thumping in your chest.

“You..? Out of all people, why you?” He asked, seemingly hurt.

“Can’t you see, Thorin? You’ve become someone else. Ever since we had come to Erebor, all you’ve been talking about was the Arkenstone! Even daring to doubt the loyalty of your own fucking kin! As much as you hate to admit it, you have become your grandfather!” He took a step forward, staring you down like a lion would stalk its prey. But you stood your ground. You knew Thorin would never dare harm you.  “Thorin, we only want what’s best for you.. The stone has turned you into a monster. The dwarf that I met and loved in Rivendell would never dare to doubt his family, nor his friend,” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes. You searched his, looking for any sense of love or remorse. There was nothing in his deep blue eyes. It was empty, only full with greed. Within a second, you were held over the wall by your neck and collar, choking as Thorin’s grip got tighter. 

“Thorin, no!” The Company protested, attempting to stop Thorin. But he shoved them back, keeping you in his grasp. 

“Do not speak to me of love and loyalty, you traitor,” he spat, face twisting up in anger. It was at that moment that you knew Thorin was long gone. He was lost to the sickness, and you were devoid of any solutions to bring him back. You started to feel your chest tighten, and your head grow light. You gave up your struggle, and let yourself die by the hands of your lover. 

“If you do not like my daughter, hand her back to me!” A voice suddenly rang out. You realized it was the voice of your father, who you have not heard from since departing from Rivendell. “You are not making such a splendid figure as King Under the Mountain, are you, Thorin Oakenshield?”  At that, you were carelessly tossed aside back on the wall, gasping for air.  Fili & Kili helped you up, while Bofur assisted Bilbo down the wall.

“I am so sorry,” you cried to them. They simply shushed you by giving you a tight hug.

“Go, now. Save yourself,” Kili said. 

“May we meet again, someday, somehow,” you say last, before following Bilbo down the rope. Once you reached the bottom, you took one more glance at the king, your former love, before hurrying to Dale.

***

Thorin’s POV

I walked into the room where The Company was gathered, upset expressions on their faces. Soon as Kili noticed my presence, he stood up to approach me. “I will not hide behind walls of stone, while others fight our battle for us!” He vented, “It is not in my blood, Thorin.”

“No,” I said calmly. “It is not. We are Sons of Durin. And Durin’s Folk do not flee from a fight.” We hold each other in a short embrace, before I turn to the rest of The Company, who watched with anticipation. “I have no right to ask this of any of you, but will you follow me, one last time?” They all stood up and gripped their weapons, nodding their heads. I scan the room, looking for any signs of Y/N.

“Where is she?” I ask, “Where is my One? Where is Y/N?” Fili looks at the ground with a saddened face before answering. “She left with Bilbo over the wall. Must have fled to Dale or left completely.”

What have I done?

*** You took a seat by the steps of a ruined house, completely spaced out, trying to process what just took place. You had reclaimed Erebor, but for what? To lose your friends. More importantly, the one you were going to wed. But what were you thinking? An elf and a dwarf would never work. They had a big history of being hateful towards one another, and neither families would approve of such marriage, You knew Thorin would be taken by the sickness, but tried to shut out the fact and live an unrealistic fantasy. Because all good things come to an end. Right?

Hours passed since the battle started. Elves, dwarves, men, orcs. You didn’t fight, though. You stayed seated by the abandoned house, ignoring the death and screams around you. As much as you wanted to go back to rejoin The Company, Thorin would probably kill you. He already tried to. Your only love. Because of a stupid stone.

“Y/N! Miss Y/N!” Bilbo called, snapping you out of your daze. You look up at the little hobbit who was running towards you. “Thorin, Kili, Fili, and Dwalin are going to Ravenhill! It’s a trap! We have to warn them!”

You wanted to say “why”? and “let them die”, but as much as you were pained and angry, you knew you couldn’t live with yourself, knowing you left your friends to their death.

“Let’s go.”

You & Bilbo made it to Ravenhill, successfully keeping out of sight from any enemies. But when you made it to the top, it was empty. No dwarves in sight, nor any orcs. You frantically searched the area for any signs of them. When at last, you found all four of them.

“Wait!” Bilbo shouted, instantly making their heads dart your direction. When Thorin’s eyes found yours, he practically ran over to you. “Y/N, I--” You collided the back of your hand with his face, stopping him from finishing his sentence. But shortly after, before he could react, you pulled him into a passionate kiss, as if to say sorry. “Okay, I might have deserved that,” he admitted, pulling away. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I did not see.”

“I love you, Thorin. And I will fight by your side, no matter the circumstance.”

Bilbo awkwardly coughed. “Okay, lovebirds. I hate to break up the cute reuniting kissy moment, but Azog has another army attacking from the north! This watch tower will be surrounded!”

AHHH I was in a rush making this and wasn’t sure if I should continue or just end it here. LMK! 

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Oath

This one is a bit different since I wrote it from like a third person perspective, but yet it still felt like a first person perspective since I was still writing from the character’s point of view as well.

A Middle Earth version of the dystopian movie ‘Noah’.

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used:  Loka, Estelle, Lorelei

Word Count:  3,667

Translation(s): Gehyith:  Young Dove

Amrâlimê:  My love

Ghivasheluh:  My treasure of all treasures

Âzyungal:  Love of all Loves

Agnât'nana':  Sister-in-law

Nâtha:  Daughter

Zain abnâmal:  Beautiful woman

Irakdashat:  Nephew

~~~

Thorin paced the hall, waiting for the Hobbit to return from the depths of Erebor.  What took him so long?  Surely he would have found the Arkenstone by this time.  Unless, he was stealing away some of the gold for his own...  That deceitful Hobbit, he should never have let him go down into the treasure hoard by himself...

"Oakenshield," a soft, velvety voice purred from the shadows, making Thorin place a hand on the hilt of his sword, startled.

"Who's there?"  He questioned, his deep voice echoing as his steely blue eyes searched the pitch-dark corners of the stony cavern.  "Show yourself!"  

"Do not be impatient, Oakenshield..."  The voice purred, and a tall, dark-haired man emerged from the shadows, dressed in a style of richness Thorin had never seen before.  The man seemed to reflect the light, and walked with a grace he had never associated with man.

"Who are you?"  Thorin questioned again, making the man smile, revealing perfect white teeth.  

"A messenger from Smaug.  He wants to strike a deal with you."  The man said, voice quiet and oily.  Thorin's brow furrowed, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.   The man noticed this and laughed softly.  "Relax, Oakenshield.  I think you will like the terms."

"I will decide that for myself after I have heard them."  Thorin rumbled, watching this strange man carefully.  There was something he didn't quite trust about him.

"Smaug will give you Erebor, all the gold within its halls," here the man paused, scrutinizing Thorin's expression closely, "and the Arkenstone."  At the mention of the Arkenstone, Thorin's eyes glittered strangely in the dim lighting, and the hand resting on his sword relaxed slightly.  

"In return for what?"  He asked quietly, "what does Smaug require?"  

A little smile crossed the strange man's face as he watched Thorin.  "A simple thing really, just a trifle..."  He murmured, looking down at his clothing and brushing away an imaginary crease.

"What?"  Thorin demanded, stepping closer and beginning to draw his sword from its sheath.  "Tell me."

"Smaug requires the next daughter born into the Line of Durin.  Really quite a simple exchange, don't you think?"  He said, smirking.

Thorin thought over his words, the gleam in his eyes fading as his brow furrowed.  "The next daughter born into Durin's Line?  Why would Smaug--"  He began to question, but the man interrupted him.

"The Arkenstone, Erebor and all its gold, in exchange for a girl.  Is a girl more important than the Arkenstone?  There will always be more girls, but there is only one Arkenstone, Oakenshield.  Make your decision."  He said quietly, and the gleam returned to Thorin's eyes.

"It is done.  The next daughter born into Durin's Line in exchange for Erebor, its gold, and the Arkenstone."  He said, reaching out to shake the man's hand.  It was strangely slick and cold within his grasp, but Thorin paid no attention to it.  The only thing on his mind was the Arkenstone, shining in all its glory.

~~~~

Several months later....

"Uncle!"  The call had Thorin stopping his work in the forge, turning around to see his nephew Fílí and his wife Loka approaching.  By their side was his own beautiful wife, Estelle.  All three of them wore wide, beaming smiles.

"Fílí, Loka," Thorin said, nodding to each of them as they stopped before him.  "What brings you to the forges?"  He asked curiously, noting the way Fílí had his arm around Loka's waist, keeping her close to him.  

Loka's smile grew and she looked towards the ground, biting her lip as she smiled a secret smile, making Fílí chuckle softly as he gazed at her with adoring blue eyes.  Thorin was confused by their behavior and turned to look at Estelle as she stood by his side.  "Gehyith, what is it that has you all acting so strange?"  He asked, and she smiled at him.

"It is not my place to tell, Thorin.  Just let them speak."  She murmured, and Thorin raised an eyebrow, turning to look back at his nephew before him.

Fílí took a deep breath, glancing at Loka for a moment before he began to speak.  "Uncle, Loka and I have some wonderful news we would like to share with you..."  He started, trailing off as Loka laid a hand on his arm.

"Thorin, I am with child."  She said, beaming excitedly at him.  Thorin felt his heart drop out of his chest.  Then he remembered the jewel that haunted his dreams, calling to him constantly.  A smile grew on his bearded face, and he opened his arms wide.

"That indeed is wonderful news!  If the child is a girl, she will have a great purpose.  I have never told you why Erebor was reclaimed so easily...  Smaug gave it and pledged the Arkenstone to me in exchange for the next girl born into the Line of Durin."  Thorin said, and a look of horror grew on Fílí and Loka's faces.

"Uncle!  No!"  Fílí cried, looking at his Uncle with a mixed expression of horror and disbelief on his features.  "You can't do that with our child!  I will not let you!"  He said, drawing Loka up against his chest and holding her tight against him, a hand tangling in her dark locks.

Estelle looked at Thorin with a pleading expression.  "Amrâlimê, how could you exchange a baby for Erebor?  A baby!"  She said, but Thorin didn't look at her.

"I did what was right.  If the child is a girl, she will be given to Smaug in payment for the Arkenstone."  He said roughly, and turned away to continue his work.

Fílí led Loka away, his arm tight around her.  Burying his face into her hair, he took deep trembling breaths.  "Amrâlimê, I swear to you that nothing will harm our child.  I will not let anything happen to it.  I promise."  He said, his voice hard and determined.

Loka looked up at him, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.  Her blue eyes gazed into his, silently crying out the pain and heartache she felt inside.  Words were impossible for her to form at this time.

~~~  

Seven months later...

Loka paused in her walk through the hallways of Erebor, a slight grimace flashing across her face as she laid a hand on her swollen stomach.  Breathing out heavily, she glanced up, catching sight of Thorin as he passed by, blue eyes focused on her figure.  

Hurrying on her way, anxious to put distance between her and Thorin, Loka continued to the Great Hall, where several Dwarves were scattered throughout the room; some by the roaring fire, and others sitting in groups, talking quietly.

Loka found Fílí in one of the groups, and walked over to him.  Fílí caught sight of her approaching, and stood up, a smile lighting up his face.  "Loka, Ghivasheluh."  He said, and placed a gentle hand on the small of her back, leading her over to the circle of chairs.  

Easing herself down into the chair, Loka let out a sigh, her hands gently cradling her swollen abdomen.  Fílí knelt beside her, looking up at her with a grin.  "How is my beautiful wife feeling?"  He asked, grabbing her hand and interlinking their fingers.  

Loka laughed softly.  "Tired..."  She said, and took a deep breath, her free hand beginning to stroke her abdomen as her brow furrowed.  

"Loka?"  Fílí asked, his tone concerned as he watched her.  "Is everything alright, My love?"  

Estelle hurried over from a different group of chairs, coming to stand on Loka's other side.  "Loka?"  She called softly, and Loka glanced over at her.

"I'm fine...  It's just a mild contraction.  I've been having them all morning."  She tried to soothe her husband and Estelle, but Fílí began to look more concerned.

"Loka, perhaps you should go to our chambers and rest."  Fílí murmured, starting to try and help Loka out of the chair, but she shot him a glare.

"Fílí, I just sat down.  I refuse to get up again and carry your child around until I am ready to do so."  She growled, and Fílí gave up with a sigh.  He sent Estelle a pleading look, but she shrugged.

"I cannot help you here, nephew.  Pregnant Dwarrowdames can do pretty much whatever they want.  Nothing short of delivery is going to stop them."  She said, and gave Fílí a apologetic grin.  

Heaving a sigh, Fílí gave Loka a frustrated look before he sat down in the chair beside her.  Time passed slowly for him as he watched Loka fidget in her chair, biting her lip each time a contraction washed over her.  Fílí couldn't help but get more anxious with each contraction that came, but no matter what he said, Loka wouldn't budge.  

Then Thorin entered the room, glancing it around it until his gaze fell upon Loka as she breathed through a contraction, her blue eyes closed as she rested her head in a hand.  Exhaling, she looked up, turning her gaze towards Fílí, who was watching Thorin closely.  

"Fílí, I'd like to go to our chambers."  She murmured, and Fílí's head snapped around to look at her, his blue eyes widening.  A smile tugged at the corner of Loka's mouth as she took in his expression.  "Fee, you look as though I'm going to give birth any moment...  I can assure you that this baby isn't coming for a long time yet."  She laughed quietly, accepting the hand that Fílí offered her to help her up.

Stretching, Loka let out a long breath, catching sight of Thorin standing in the doorway.  "He always seems to be watching me."  She whispered, looking over at Fílí with a frown.  "It's quite disconcerting."

Fílí swallowed hard, looking back over at his Uncle with a cold expression.  His wife shouldn't have to feel that way about Thorin.  She shouldn't be scared of the Dwarrow Fílí knew as his father figure.  "I'll protect you and our child, don't worry, Âzyungal."  He murmured, wrapping an

arm around Loka's waist and walking slowly towards the doorway where Thorin stood.  

But halfway through the room, Loka stopped dead, leaning heavily against Fílí as she buried her face in his shoulder, a low groan escaping her lips to become muffled in his shirt.  "Loka?!"  Fílí asked anxiously at her odd behavior.  "Amrâlimê?"

Loka lifted her head, her mouth open as she panted.  As she raised her crystal blue eyes to his, Fílí noted the panicked look they held.  "Fílí, my water just broke."  She whispered, and Fílí looked down at the ground, catching sight of the dark stain spreading across Loka's skirt.  Then Loka suddenly doubled over, her face a mask of agony as her legs buckled beneath her; a guttural groan fleeing from her lips.

"Loka!"  Fílí cried, quickly moving to hold her up.  "Auntie!"  He cried, looking around, trying to spot Estelle.  

Estelle appeared quickly, giving Fílí a look.  "Bring her to your chambers.  I will meet you there once I fetch Lorelei from her vigil on Kílí.  I will need her help."  She said, and Fílí nodded, gently lifting Loka into his arms and cradling her close.

Thorin watched all this closely, and as soon as he saw Fílí heading towards him with Loka cradled in his arms, he turned and walked quickly down the hallway.  It was time to notify Smaug's messenger that the payment might be ready today.

~~~

Fílí hurried into Loka and his bedroom, and eased Loka out of his arms onto the bed.  Her eyes were closed as she panted, leaning back heavily against the pillows as she let out a soft cry.  "I don't want to bring this child into this world."  She whispered, opening tear filled blue eyes to look up at Fílí.  "Not if such a horrible fate awaits it."  

Fílí hushed her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tightly in his calloused one.  Caressing her face gently, he locked eyes with her.  "I promised you that I would not let anything harm our child.  That promise holds true today, Loka.  Nothing will touch our child, I swear that to you again."  He whispered, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips.

Then Estelle entered the room, closely followed by Lorelei.  "Fílí, this is womens work.  Let us be."  She said, grabbing Fílí's arm and tugging him towards the door.  Fílí shrugged out of her grip and walked towards the door on his own, giving Loka one last glance over his shoulder before he walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

Now that he stood alone in the hallway, Fílí drew his twin swords, ready to do whatever it took to prevent his Uncle from taking his child.  His only hope was that the child would be a boy, and thus spared from being given to Smaug in exchange for a gem.

~~~

Several hours later...

Fílí paced in front of the oak door, wincing as a scream cut through the air.  Vaguely, he could see a burly shadow at the end of the hallway.  There was only one person who it could possibly be, and Fílí didn't want him anywhere near his wife and child.

Another cry emanated from behind the door, and Fílí looked over at it, praying that everything was okay.  Surely it didn't take this long for a babe to be born.

~~~~

Loka panted heavily, sweat beading on her forehead as she brushed away the strands of dark brown hair that had escaped the braid she wore.  Pain tightened around her again like an iron hand, and she let out a long groan of agony.  

"You're doing good, Agnât'nana'."  Lorelei soothed, gently massaging her back in an attempt to distract her from the pain of childbirth.

"How much longer do I have to endure this?"  Loka whispered hoarsely, shifting her position on the bed.  Estelle looked over at her from where she was folding blankets, and smiled.  

"Only a few more hours, Nâtha.  Babies take some time to come."  She said, and Loka let out a moan, her face contorting with another contraction.

Lorelei rose suddenly, grabbing Loka's hand and squeezing it gently.  "I'm going to go check on Kílí, then I will return, alright?"  She murmured, and Loka nodded silently, her eyes closed in weariness.

~~~

Suddenly, the door opened and Lorelei stepped out of it, closing it softly behind her.  She caught sight of Fílí standing in the hallway and smiled.

"How is she?"  Fílí asked quickly, his heart pounding in his chest.  Quickly, he sheathed his swords and walked closer to Lorelei.  "My child...?"

Lorelei laughed, green eyes twinkling.  "Loka is doing fine.  And as for your child, it will not arrive for a few more hours yet.  Now if you'll excuse me, I must go check on Kílí."  She said, and brushed past him, down the hallway.

Fílí slumped against the wall, closing his eyes as he dropped his head into his heads.  "A few more hours?"  He murmured to the still hallway, shoulders tensing as he heard Loka's pained

moan.

~~~~

Several more hours later...

Fílí stood silently in the growing shadows, watching his Uncle as he conversed with a figure he couldn't see at the end of the hallway.  Loka's screams echoed in his ears and he shot a glance towards the door, wondering how much longer it would take for the babe to arrive.

Suddenly, the screams ceased, and Fílí focused his gaze on the door, swallowing hard.  Then the wavering cry of an infant broke through the silence and Fílí let out a relieved breath, tears springing to his eyes at the sound.

Forgetting all about his Uncle, Fílí hurried towards the door and burst through it, taking in the sight of Loka lying on the bed with a crying baby cradled in her arms.

"Loka," Fílí whispered, and she raised her head, looking at him with a tired smile on her face.

"Fílí."

Fílí grinned and hurried over to her side, seating himself on the bed beside her as he looked down at the small creation held carefully in his beloved's arms.  He wrapped an arm around Loka's shoulders and leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her lips.  "Zain abnâmal...  I love you."  He murmured into her sweat-soaked hair, making her smile wider and lean against him.

Looking back down at his child, a more prominent concern rose in Fílí's mind.  "The child, is it...?"  Fílí asked, and Loka raised her head, looking over at Estelle, who stood at the foot of the bed with a heartbroken expression on her face.  "Auntie?"  Fílí asked quietly, dreading what her answer was.

"I'm so sorry...  The child is a girl."  Estelle whispered, and a sob shook Loka's body.  Burying her face into Fílí's chest, she held the child closer.  

Fílí took a deep breath, rubbing Loka's back.  "Amrâlimê, I swore to you that I wouldn't let anyone harm our daughter.  I will keep my oath."  He said in a quiet, firm voice and pulled away from Loka, standing up and walking towards the door as he drew his twin swords.

"Fílí!"  Loka called after him, but he was deaf to her cries.  He had his daughter's life to protect now.  

Stepping out into the hallway, Fílí strode down it, his silver blades catching the light of the flickering torches lining the stone walls.  "Uncle!"  He called, catching the attention of the figure lingering at the beginning of the hallway.  "I have a daughter!  Touch her and I will slaughter you

where you stand."  He called down the hallway, his voice shaking with rage.

"Fílí, don't be foolish.  You can always have other daughters.  There is only one Arkenstone."  Thorin rumbled, but Fílí shook his head.  

"You are wrong, Uncle.  Your mind is so twisted and caught up in the gold-sickness that you don't see what you already have.  You only see what you don't."  He said softly, stopping a few paces away from Thorin.

"I will handle this, Thorin.  No need for blood to be on your hands..."  A velvety voice purred from the shadows, startling Fílí.  He watched in horror as a tall figure stepped out from a corner and strode towards him, long claw-like nails flashing in the torchlight.  "Step aside, Dwarf, and I will spare you.  Resist, and you will die with your daughter."  The man hissed, but Fílí shook his head, standing firm.

"I'd rather die fighting then die knowing I willingly gave up my daughter to a dragon."  Fílí growled, and the man laughed.  

"Too bad...  You have spirit."  The man said, and walked forward, grabbing Fílí's throat before he could react and lifting him off the ground.  Fílí's swords fell to the ground with a loud clatter as he struggled against the restricting pressure of the man's hand.

Thorin watched as his sister-son writhed and gasped for breath, face turning red as he struggled vainly against the grip of Smaug's messenger.  Slowly, as he watched, the fog began to disappear from his mind, and was replaced with clarity.

"Stop!"  Thorin roared, and Smaug's messenger turned to look at him, surprise gleaming in his dark eyes.  "Don't touch my irakdashat or his nâtha."

The man sighed, looking back at Fílí.  "I knew you would do this.  It takes a cruel person to watch their relative die and not feel any emotion.  Fortunately, I did expect it, so you will die next."  He murmured, but Thorin shook his head.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Smaug."  He rumbled, making the man drop Fílí and whirl around to look at him with unadulterated shock in his eyes.

"How do you know who I am?" He hissed, and Thorin smiled.  

"Simple, you have many of his same mannerisms, even in your human form."  He said, drawing his sword and walking purposefully towards the human Smaug.  

Smaug let out an inhuman sounding growl and ran towards Thorin, his long claw-like nails extending towards Thorin's throat.

But Thorin anticipated this move and ducked underneath, sending his sword straight through Smaug's side.  Smaug's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked down in shock at the sword sprouting from his side for a moment before crumpling to the ground, never to rise again.

Thorin, satisfied that Smaug was dead, turned to tend to Fílí, who lay weakly on the stony floor, his chest heaving for breath.

"Uncle... Why?"  He choked out, and Thorin smiled, kneeling beside him.

"It was as if I had a realization while he was choking you.  Your daughter is blood of my blood, just as you are, Fílí.  I couldn't watch him kill you before my very eyes."  Thorin said, laying a hand on Fílí's shoulder.

Tears welled in Fílí's eyes as he looked up at his Uncle, biting his lip.  "Thank you, Uncle."  He whispered, struggling to rise to his feet.  "I have to return to Loka, she will be worrying."  He mumbled, and Thorin grinned, grabbing Fílí's hand and slinging it over his shoulder, supporting Fílí.

"I'm sure both her and your aunt are going to kill me, regardless of the fact that I killed Smaug." Thorin chuckled, amd Fílí nodded, pulling away from Thorin as they reached the door that would lead to Loka.

"Without a doubt, Uncle."  He said, and pushed open the door, walking through it towards Loka.  

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At the sound of the door opening, Loka looked up from the child held protectively in her arms, and her blue eyes widened as she caught sight of Fílí walking towards her.

"Amrâlimê!"  She cried, a smile lighting up her face as he sat beside her.  "Fee--" But Fílí quickly cut her off by slanting his lips over hers, framing her cheek with a hand.

"Our daughter is safe, Amrâlimê.  The dragon is dead."  He whispered against her lips, and Loka gasped softly, tears welling in her eyes.  "Everything is going to be alright, I promise."