Another story that was requested a few months back was requested by BeMyDaemonBlack ; The reader comes to the Hobbit world and has saved the company from trolls. She joins them but Thorin thinks she is weak until she proves to be a good fighter. He is forced to change his mind.

This is, if I am correct, the last person who had to wait this long. There are two more requests coming up today and quite possibly tomorrow. Then all of them will be out ^^

I hope you still consider the reader to be a good fighter, like you requested, after reading this. Maybe it turned more into 'proving to be brave and loyal'. So I do hope that you like it :)

Warning for graphig violence so don't read when you are underage or uncomfortable with reading about that sort of stuff.

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"You do have to admit that they looked better when they were turned into stone" you pointed out stubbornly.

Thorin has to try really hard to contain himself. "That, is not the point. And you know that. The point is -"

"That you always feel the need to yell at me about unnecessary stuff" you finished for him.

The only thing keeping his head from exploding were the other dwarves around him. "Sometimes I wish we had left you behind. I knew that we shouldn't have taken you with us. You are absolutely useless!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

And immediately regretted it.

You didn't show him any emotion. Instead, you folded your arms over your chest. "That is nonsense. I have saved you a couple of times already. You would have been dead a few times over if it wasn't for me."

"If it wasn't for you? You were the one who brought us into those troubles in the first place!"

"Now that is not the point."

Thorin laughed sarcastically. "The point is that you are nothing more than a burden. You should go back to the world you came from. You have no place here with us" he spat at you. 

After this he turned around, indicating that the argument was done as far as he was concerned. He ignored everyone' judging eyes as he walked back to his spot. "Bombur, prepare some food for us. We probably need it" he ordered.

The dwarves set out to set up camp. 

Fili walked up to you. He showed you an apologetic smile. "You know he doesn't mean it, right? All that stuff he said about you being a burden..."

You sighed. "I think he does mean it, Fili. Maybe I should just gather my stuff." This was the first time Thorin had gotten to you. And that was surprising since this wasn't the first time he had said this to you.

Ignoring the blonde dwarf you walked to your bedroll and started to gather your stuff. 

"(Y/N), I need you to gather firewood with Bilbo. Make yourself useful" a barking voice ordered you.

You turned around with narrowed eyes. Your glare was directed at the king himself. "I am leaving" was the only thing you said before returning to what you were doing.

The noises of a camp being set up suddenly stopped. 

"She can't be serious. A lass on her own isn't going to survive in these woods."

"Uncle, you have to stop her!"

"Normally I don't interfere with your decision making but... maybe you should apologize?"

Thorin cut the stream of questions down with one fierce glare. "If she wishes to leave than she leaves." His voice wasn't as clearly and steady as it had been before. "We don't own her."

Everyone watched as you gathered your stuff. Some of them hoped that you would change your mind and realize what a stupid decision you were making by leaving. Others would prevent you from leaving if you didn't.

You swung your backpack over your shoulder. "Well, I am leaving. Thanks for nothing and I will see you never" you said with a nod. 

Dwalin stepped forward. "No, you are not. You aren't going to survive on your own. (Y/N), you are from another world, you don't know what's out there" he pleaded.

"Your king wants me to leave" you simply replied.

All eyes were turned back on Thorin. But the king had learned to stand behind his own decisions. No one was going to make him change his mind. Not even if he already regretted his words from just a few minutes ago. 

So instead of speaking on behalf of his emotions, he kept his face straight. "Indeed I do."

"RAAAAAAAAAAAWHR!"

Thorin' eyes widened in shock. "EVERYONE! GRAB YOUR WEAPONS!" 

Dwalin ran forward to pull you behind him. Thorin immediately joined him so that you were now blocked by two broad backs. You couldn't see a thing.

A warg had cried out, alarming the company to the orc pack that was coming their way. Only the orc pack had already surrounded them. There was no escape possible.

The older, experienced dwarves created a circle around the younger, weaker ones. They tried to find a hole, a way of escaping but there simply wasn't a way out. This time could be the last time. 

A white, pale orc stepped forward. The same they had spotted watching their company before. Thorin' fear became a reality. 

Everyone tightened the hold on their weapons. 

"Don't hesitate to kill" Thorin hissed at his company. Nobody needed to be reminded of that.

"Oakenshield. Long time no see. I almost feel like you have been avoiding me" Azog said, pretending to be hurt. The other orcs laughed.

Dwalin quickly held Thorin back with one hand or the king would have led the attack already. "Don't listen to him. He is only trying to lure you out. You can't do that Thorin" Dwalin said, trying to talk some sense into his old friend.

Azog placed a hand his chest where his heart should be. "That deeply, deeply hurts me." His eyes wandered over all the dwarves that were trapped by his own small army. They landed on you and stopped. A wicked grin appeared on the orc' lips.

Thorin noticed, trying to make himself broader to disguise you. 

It was already too late.

"And apparently dwarves travel with human companions these days. Can we have a look at her?"

The circle of dwarves tightened around you. 

Azog' smile widened. "Now that is a bit rude. I know most of the others that have followed you, Oakenshield. Yet I have not met your new lady friend. It would be rude if I didn't introduce myself, wouldn't it?"

Thorin' jawline tigthened. "Leave. Her. Alone."

The orc sadly shook his head. "I am afraid, I can't do that." He nodded at the orcs that were waiting on the left. They ran forward and attacked the left side of the company. 

The dwarves didn't hesitate to defend themselves and the others. The orcs on the other side of them attacked as well, leaving the dwarves with no time to regroup and talk about a strategy. No one realized that the circle was broken before it was too late.

One of the orcs simply had to grab your wrist and pull you away from the safety of the circle. Other orcs blocked the road to you so that the dwarves couldn't safe you. 

"LASS!" Gloin shouted. 

Dwalin and Thorin turned around quickly but were too late. Their attention weakened, they were grabbed from behind by orcs and forced down on their knees. 

The rest of the company followed soon.

You tried to kick and reach for your sword, but everything was taken from you before you could reach it. Fear was about to take over your heart. It felt like blood was rushing through your veins, screaming for you to just get out.

The problem was that there was no way out.

"Let her go!" Bilbo yelled helplessly. 

The orc threw you to the ground. You landed in front of Azog. 

For a moment you were too scared to look up. You didn't want to be faced by the tip of his sword pointing directly at you. Neither did you want to see the wicked grin he would surely have on his lips. 

Instead of making you face him, he grabbed you by your shoulders and forced you to sit on your knees. He yanked your head up by your hair, forcing you to look straight ahead.

The same treatment was given to Thorin.

You stared at each other. One pleading for their lives, the other praying that yours would be saved.

"Let her go. Take me in her place" Thorin pleaded. His voice sounded strained, like he had to force the words out. 

Azog laughed. "How noble of you, but no." He pulled out his own sword from his belt, holding it under your chin and against your throat. "You could have avoided this by letting me kill you a long time ago" he hissed.

Thorin' eyes grew wide. "She is not the one who you are fighting. Let her go." He tried to say it with as much authority as he could muster. Which wasn't a lot at this current moment.

"Why would you give your life for hers? I thought I heard something about being a 'burden' and 'just holding you back'." Azog looked down at you. "Why wouldn't you like to see such a burden to finally meet her end?"

Thorin closed his eyes. "I didn't mean those words, (y/n). My apologies. You are brave and certainly not a burden." He opened his eyes, meeting yours. "Know that." Tears were welling up in his eyes.

His words were about to break the wall you had built around your heart. Almost. You didn't want to show the orc that you were scared. You had to be brave. Suddenly, the pressure on your throat disappeared. For a moment you deemed yourself safe.

"Let's see how brave she is." Azog moved back a bit to make some room. Without a warning, he brought his sword down with force. The tip pointing at the left, upper side of your back.

"NO!"

It didn't immediately register with you when the sword drilled through your unprotected skin. Everything happened in slow-motion. 

First, you saw the shock washing over Thorin' face. His mouth opened wide and his eyes were wide open. Than, his expression turned to a scary, angry version of his own that you had never seen before.

And then you felt the sting.

Pain was washing over you in overwhelming waves of unbearable, stinging pain. You gasped, feeling all air leaving your body. 

Azog leaned down, watching Thorin' expression carefully. "Tell him how much it hurts" he spoke into your ear. His words didn't have the desired effect. You were still trying to get air back into your lungs, unable to talk. 

He pushed his sword in further. "Tell. Him. How. Much. It. Hurts" he hissed.

A flame awoke deep in your heart. On your lips appeared a small smile. Your eyes met Thorin'. "It does not hurt. I feel nothing" you said with a broken voice.

Thorin pushed back his tears, watching your face turn white. Blood was dripping down the tip of the sword that stuck out of your front. "(Y/N)..."

Azog' blood was boiling. A wicked expression flashed over his face. "Does it not? Then how about this?"

Hearing his words, you held your mouth tightly shut, your teeth on top of each other to hold everything back. Then you felt the sword twisting inside. Azog was pushing his sword in deeper, creating a deeper wound than before.

You whimpered. 

The orc leaned forward once more. "Now. Tell him how much it hurts." He spat against your cheek, his thick brown saliva dripping down on your tunic.

Thorin tried to push forward out of his captor' hold but they pulled him back. There were simply too many of them holding him in place. "Release her! She has done nothing to you!" he screamed, kicking around him to hit whatever target he could reach.

Azog held up one finger. "She has something to tell you." He pulled your hair back again so that your head was lifted a little more.

"It does not hurt Thorin" you mustered. The dwarf stopped his movements. A small, gaspy laugh left your lips. "It doesn't hurt at all."

Angry that you still wouldn't give in, Azog pulled back his sword, dropping you on the ground. 

You landed with your face first in the mud. You had no idea where you were.

"Let's see how much it hurts this time" Azog said darkly. He kicked you in the side, rolling you over on your back. Placing one foot on your stomache, he held you down in place. He raised his sword. The tip hovered above your left chest. At the exact place your heart was located.

You watched it come down. Heard Thorin cry out in a last desperate plea.

From somewhere far away you would hear the others shout as well. They tried to fight the orcs who held them down. Maybe they would be succesful. You wouldn't live long enough to find out.

The tip of the sword was halfway down on it's way to pierce your heart.

Azog was angry that you hadn't said the words he wanted you to say. At least you had accomplished that.

You looked at him as an arrow drilled it's way into his shoulder. 

A loud cry escaped his lips as it drilled it's way into his flesh. As he stumbled back, he pulled his sword back with him. And so the threat on your life.

Yet darkness was surrounding you. The only thing that really registered with you was the cold breeze that blew softly against your cheek. It was so calming, a welcome distraction against the pain. 

That distracting breeze disappeared though.

Something heavy came in it's place. It brought you back. Instantly you smelled the scent of blood and mud. Rough hands were holding your skin. 

"- mahal please look at me. (Y/N), all I ask of you is to look at me." Thorin didn't know what to do. He wanted to shake you but was afraid that he would literally shake the life out of you. "You are so incredibly brave. I take back all I ever said to you. Just look at me one more time."

You heard the words that left his lips. You just didn't know how to move your lips and reply.

More of the sun beams were blocked by another large shadow. "Let me have a look, master dwarf. Maybe I can be of some assistance."

The hands that held your head didn't leave. They stayed. 

The large shadow on your other side got smaller. And then there were hands on your chest, touching the open wound. 

You inhaled sharply as a new painful sensation rushed through your body unexpectedly. 

"What are you doing to her?" you heard Thorin ask with a suspicious tone to his voice.

"Trying to heal her, master dwarf. Yet I am afraid that this is all I can do out here. It should be enough to get her to Imladris alive. All we can do now is hoping for the best." The shadow disappeared.

You felt your body being raised by several hands and being put on something light but strong. 

The rough hand was back, holding your right hand tightly yet gently. "Don't worry, all will be well. I won't leave your side."

That was the last thing you heard that day.