Requested by deepestfirefun, I decided to kept this prompt secret because it was such an interesting request.

NOTE: This contains crude language.
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You couldn't have been any more excited. As a Dunedain you were always hopping from one place to the next, never truly having a home. At least that's how it was a mere year ago. 

In your travels, you had stumbled upon a group of dwarves, a wizard, and a frightened hobbit. You had at first thought they were orcs with how rowdy they were, but when you saw who was leading the awkward bunch you could've sworn that for a moment, even a tiny second- that time had stopped as you locked eyes.

By the time you had won back the mountain with your fiancé, Balin had shown that the pull between you two was so strong because you were Thorins' One while he had been browsing the ancient abandoned library of Erebor.

You knew the company was overprotective due to your small stature, as well as being a woman surrounded by testosterone- but you soon realized when the company found out that you were their lost kings One, oh it was only the beginning of their protective nature towards you. And you soon learned that it was for good reason.

After the Battle of the Five Armies, Erebor could finally be renounced as Thorins' kingdom. That wasn't the only thing that was being claimed though. You were going to have your coronation as Queen, and the following week you'd be married to the love of your life.

"You'll be finally mine (y/n)...until death do us part." Thorin had said as you cuddled together, making you smile fondly as you remembered this; having a skip in your step as you made your way towards the throne room.

Walking in you practically drooled at the sight of your to-be husband. He had his royal furs on, making his broad chest prominent and he oozed of dominance. You gaze at his muscled arms that bulged through his shirt; especially the one he had bent to support his bearded chin, making you wanna-

"Ah, Lady (y/n) perfect timing. Would this color be suitable for flowers at your coronation?" The royal florist walked over to show you a pamphlet of flowers, to which you choose (your favorite flower). "Excellent choice, I shall get the arrangements prepared right away. King Thorin, Lady (y/n)." The dwarrodam bowed and scurried off from the throne room, leaving just the two of you alone with the royal guards.

You turned to see Thorin getting up from his throne and made his way towards you, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were checking me out earlier. "He claimed, taking your arm in his as you both strolled out of the throne room, a soft rose pink dusting your cheeks.

While you and your future husband flirted with each other, both of you didn't realize you were both being watched.

There in the corridor that put you two in plain sight watched a group of noble dwarrowdam's. "Look at her, she's practically throwing herself onto him; what a whore." The other girls snickered and nodded in agreement, their eyes narrowed at your figure.  "This human woman is nothing compared to our blood status... Girls, I believe she needs a lesson that no one deserves the king more than us."

One of Thorin or not, they hated that a girl such as yourself got to him and not one of his own kind. They wished nothing but failure for you on your coronation day and wedding, and they wanted to make sure the bride to-be would get 'cold feet'.

Two days later and everything for your coronation was in place: the flowers, the drinks, entertainment and your dress was perfect, along with buffet you had requested. You were currently practicing the speech you had written as you paced back and forth in your room, if the floor was not stone you were quite sure that it would've broken with how much you were walking from your bed to your fireplace and back.

As you fumbled with your words a knock came to your chamber door, the soft voice of a female rung through the oak door. "Lady (y/n), King Thorin has requested your presence in the royal garden. He told me it was to be kept a surprise." You put your paper down and straightened out your clothes and fixing your frizzy hair. "Thank you!" You said loudly as you checked yourself in the mirror before opening the door, the corridor empty as you giddily walked towards the upper level of Erebor.

You opened the glass doors to the garden and admired the flowers that were in full bloom, your (e/c) eyes searching for the familiar black and gray hair of your fiance. You walked towards the open balcony that overlooked the entire garden, your brows furrowing in confusion. "Babe? Thorin where are you?" You called out, careful not to lean too far over the railless edge. 

With a rustle in the trimmed hedge, you turned around expecting to see your husband. Instead, you got a hand pushing you and one simple word that echoed from the voice of a female, "Surprise."

Your eyes wide, you screamed as you fell back first to the hardened soil below. The breath in your lungs was taken away at the impact, a fiery pain starting to boil in your chest and your leg. You could hear the clanking metal of armor come closer as you eyed a group of guards come rushing towards you.

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Meanwhile, Dwalin- captain of the guard; was currently speaking to Thorin about a rumor his guards had overheard. "I had recently been told that a group of dwarrodams were talking about giving (y/n) cold feet on her coronation and wedding day. We aren't sure of the true intent of the meaning, but we are taking it as a threat to the queen." Thorin bristled at this and his eyes grew dark.

"I want an investigation started, I will not have anyone trying to harm my One." Thorin said deeply, his large fists balling on his oak table. Dwalin gazed at his best friend and King and although he would never admit to it, Thorin could sometimes be scarier than Smaug when it came to you.

Dwalin crossed his arms and nodded in agreement, leaning back in the chair that he sat in. "Right away. I believe we should assign personal guards to (y/n) just in case they try someth-" The door to Thorin's meeting room was thrown open as a young guard leaned against it as he caught his breath. "King Thorin, it's urgent! (y/n) was deliberately pushed from a balcony." He quickly said, now standing from the door with his breathing calmed from running.

Fear and rage was all that was flowing in Thorin's mind. He pushed his seat back with such a force it fell to the stone flooring and took off at a full sprint towards the infirmary, not caring that he bumped people. As the infirmary came into sight the guards opened the door, letting their running king rush into the large room. "(Y/N)!" He yelled, jogging towards the door that was used for royals. 

You slightly sat yourself up at your fiance's call, wincing at your wrapped chest. Thorin rushed in and sat on your bed, overlooking the cast on your ankle and the wrapping of your chest. "How... how bad is it? Did you see who it was?" You let your hand lay on his burly one in an attempt to calm down his rambling.

"It's not that bad really, a twisted ankle and a few broken ribs. Oin said that as long as I don't get up to much my ankle and my ribs should set just fine." At this his worried featured turned to anger, gently squeezing your hand. "Not bad? Someone hurt you! I swear once I get my hands on them that this will not happen ever again, I promise." He sighed and put his forehead to yours, the safe feeling he gave you almost making you forget about the pain you felt.

Thorin didn't leave your side in the infirmary for the entirety of day to ensure you were comfy and that you would be protected, even though Dwalin himself and his top warriors guarded the doors and windows. If it wasn't for the pain you would've been fawning at the time together you had, wanting to spend all day just hearing his velvety voice.

When you would fall asleep Thorin would pour over any reports that Dwalin would give him about the culprit, tirelessly looking for the idiot who dared to touch his One. Dwarves were naturally protective of their kin, but to find their destined One was so rare that they would do anything for them, and Thorin was about to do just that.

The guards had finally found who it was. It wasn't just one who did it but four noble dwarrodams who had schemed and plotted against you, and he couldn't wait to punish them.

As you dreamt of your first kiss with Thorin, he was busy scheming a plan of revenge. He didn't want them just punished, he wanted them dead.

After loosing his brother, his father and grandfather along with his kingdom long before, he couldn't bear to loose anyone else to death; not ever again. And with a fire in his eyes and his fists curled, he was ready to protect what he loved most with a vengeance: you.

He assigned the entire company (aside from Gandalf and Bilbo of course) to protect you by all means necessary while he conducted his revenge plan.

He sat in his meeting room with a stern face as he awaited for Dwalin and Balin to show up, only allowing his most trusted advisors and friends to hear. As they both entered the room, they could see that the usual sky blue in his eyes were replaced with a thunderstorm, the same look he had on his face the day he realized Azog had lived.

He didn't need to explain every single detail to get his point across, he said it short and simple and yet was enough to make the two brothers look at each other nervously. "I want them dead."

"Thorin we know how hard it is for you but you need to think as a king now, you can't go killing out of revenge; this isn't the wild where we were able to do that. This is politics and status." Balin said as gently as he could, though that did not stop Thorin from exploding.

"I DON'T CARE! They tried to kill my One! I will not let this be bypassed just because they are of high birth!" He slammed his fists on the table, the wood shuddering and creaking at his strength. If one thing was for sure, Thorin had a temper worse than a dragon.

Dwalin sighed as he watched Thorin's face turn crimson with anger, while Balin was trying to calm him down. "Instead of killing them why not make them so miserable the dead have more dignity than them?" Dwalin grunted out, satisfied that Thorin's color had settled down to normal.

Thorin smiled as he ran his hand through his beard in contemplation, a grin appearing on his face. "I like that, what did you have in mind?"

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The four dwarrodams walked down the corridors along with their father, wearing their most expensive clothes and giggling with each other. "Our bultler said we would recieve a special treatment from King Thorin himself! Maybe he will have changed his mind and want to court one of us?" The four sisters couldn't have been more loud as they echoed through the vast corridors.

As they neared the court of the King the guards opened the doors for them, only to lock it once it was shut. Thorin wore a poker face as he sat on his throne, the group of girls swooning as their father reminded them to bow.

"Ladies of house Ener, I have called you all today along with your father to serve what I believe is right for my kingdom." His knuckles that rested on the armrests of his throne turned white as he gripped them in anger.

"You four have been marked enemies of the kingdom of Erebor on the highest level of penalty given without judgement of death. In account of guard witness and as well as citizen confessions, I hereby charge you four gulity of conspiracy and attempted murder of future queen and my One, Lady (y/n) of the Dunedain's. You are to be branded on the cheek with the symbol of treachery for all to see." He was internally smiling at their horrified faces, they should've known not to mess with the One of a dwarf; especially a dwarven king.

"As for you, father of these four and current head of your house, in dishonor of your children's crimes you are to cut five inches of your beard with your non-dominant hand as a sign that your kin has done a horrid deed. My word is final as King, you may be dismissed." He boomed out the words to make it known that no one was to mess with you, not even those of noble birthright.

The dwarrowdams and their father were escorted away to be dealt punishment, the cries and pleads of mercy made him feel satisfied in protecting you. You...how were you? Were you thinking of him? In honesty, half of the time he thought of you, even as he stood to leave his throne room to visit you again.

He wanted to feel the familiar texture of your (h/l) (h/c) hair, look into your (e/c) eyes and hold you under his arms as you slept. He wanted to hear your giggles as his beard brushed your nose, or the way you ran your fingers through his hair. He wanted one thing: you.

As he entered the royal infirmary room and told you about his day, he knew that you were the woman he wanted to wake up next to everyday, dwarrowdam or not. And soon enough you'd be his; his wife, his sunshine, his queen.