As of right now, all requests are closed. Instead for the ones for other books like the Hobbit Preference Book and the Sleepy Hollow Imagines. For now I want to get back into writing slowly, one step at a time.

Yes, I know that this is the last Hobbit Imagines book, but I need some time :) Thank you for your understanding <3

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Soft humming guids his tired legs up the stairs. It is the same tune that he has come home to for a couple of days in a row now.

His socks muffle the sound of his feet on the wooden floor as he gets to the landing.

His jacket hangs over a chair downstairs. The deep blue tie still hangs around his neck. The hot meal from two hours ago has snuggled up nicely in his stomache.

He knocks on the door, twice.

No answer.

He smiles.

He opens the door and is greeted by the flickering lights of the fireplace. The warmth envelops him.

"Love?"

Waggling its tail, a furry little dog comes running his way. First, he has to yawn though. Thorin leans down to pet the dog. "Are you taking good care of her Oliver?"

Oliver licks his fingers, nibbling on his pinky. He keeps jumping around Thorin' feet as his owner focuses his attention on something else.

Keys are violently slammed down on an unfortunate keyboard.

Beautifully flowing sentences are formed on the brightly lit screen. Of that, Thorin has no doubt. What he does not know is how many more of those sentences you need for your paper.

Thorin is close when he hears the almost indistinguishable drumming of one of your favorite songs. Or a new song that you found on YouTube. He doesn't know.

Gently he lays his hands on your shoulders and rubs them down your arms.

You jump a little in your chair. Your shoulders relax when you take your headphones off and see familair hands going up and down your arms. "Hey you" you say, leaning your head against his stomache to look up at him.

"Hey you" he replies. He leans forward. Your lips touch. "Come downstairs with me. There are an empty space on the couch, a cozy blanket, a bottle of red wine and a lonely boyfriend waiting for you there."

A smile plays on your lips. You look back at your screen. "I can't. This paper is close to being done. If I continue now, then I will be done before midnight" you say, your voice already sounding tired.

Thorin kneads your shoulders. "Which class requires you to write a paper that keeps you away from me?" He leans in, kissing your neck. His head rests on your shoulder.

Your hand cups his bearded cheek. Oh the fond memories. "This paper is about my internship; what I learned from it, what I want to learn in the future and how I plan on doing so." You point at the screen. "It is basically just filled with 'realistic' goals I found on Google."

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. "And when is it due love?"

Silence.

"At the end of the semester, isn't it?"

You nod.

"And we are at the start of that same semester, aren't we?"

Again, a nod.

Thorin gets up, spins your chair around. "Then you are coming with me princess."

"No, I can't, just one more paragraph and I swear that I will get downstairs to cuddle with you." You bite your lip. "Although, if I work hard enough then I can squeeze in two more chapters and be completely done with the whole thing an- WHOA!"

Oliver jumps around and follows quickly as Thorin carries you over his shoulder, and down the stairs.

"Put me down!" you say, the joyous tone in your voice betraying you completely.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." Before you know it, you are dumped discreetly on the couch. "For you see", Thorin sits down behind you and pulls you close to him, "you are working way too hard."

Before more protests can be heard, a comfy blanket is draped around you.

"I declare it to be cuddle time as of right now."

"Yes, my king."