This second part to an older imagine was requested by aprilxoneil ; The second part to September 21st of the first edition of The Hobbit Imagines. The old imagine was about the Master of Laketown sneaking up on the reader and Thorin getting overprotective.

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!!Warning for mentions and built up to rape. If you are underage or if you know that this might trigger something with you then please stop here. There are other stories for you in this book and other books on my profile to enjoy!!

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Just one more day and then you could leave this so called 'city'. Or 'town'. Town sounded more degrading. Town was good.

You had been very lucky that Thorin had been there when he had. It was just a shame that he hadn't stayed in your room that night to... guard you. Yes, to guard you. No one knew what the Master of Laketown could be up to.

For now he had left your mind. All there was left was the thought of Thorin joining you for a luxorious bath.

But instead of guarding you himself he had left Dwalin in charge of that.

You couldn't blame him. He was the king after all. And there was a stolen kingdom and a dragon waiting for him so he probably had some other things on his mind.

Not tonight. You would make sure of it.

You checken your reflexion in the mirror once more.

The red dress you had bought in one of the town' small boutiques fitted you perfectly. It hugged your body in all the right places and made you look like you were a princess. Diamonds winked back at the candles.

Not enough skin was showing to say that you were trying too hard. It was just enough, not crossing any borders.

Basically everything that Thorin could want for in a dress for his love, if you wanted a shorter description.

If all went according to plan then Thorin was waiting for you on the balcony behind the guest rooms. All would be set up by Bofur.

Thorin wouldn't have enough time left to wonder who had set this all up.

You would make your big enterance, he would stare and realize he was in love with you, then you would live happily ever after.

Simple as that.

All you had to do now was not trip over your own feet when you walked up to him. One simple task that you shouldn't, but probably would, screw up.

You took one final big breath and opened the door. A smile from ear to ear knowing that you were going to confess your love to the love of your life.

The door opened and there stood the Master of Laketown.

He reeked of alcohol. It was as if his sweat had turned into the beverage itself. And he was sweating quite severely.

You had trouble being polite towards the foul man. "Can I -" You had to pinch your nose with two fingers. "Can I help you?"

He just stood there, watching you, leaning against the door frame. Nothing was said.

You raised an eyebrow. Maybe you could be subtle about this. "Forgive me for pointing out that you reek of a decaying horse corpse but your body odour is quite foul. Maybe you can take your stink elsewhere and leave me be? I have other places to be."

Or you could also just throw all subtlety out of the window all togehter. That was an option too.

You tried to move past him but he was blocking your path.

"I have to be on something too" he said, his words slurrling just slightly.

"Excuse me?"

He pushed you in before you fully registered that he even moved.

The door fell shut behind him. You caught a glimpse of Alfrid. Maybe he was the one who closed the door behind his master.

It didn't matter. Now he was in your room and you were in for yet another fight with the Pig of Laketown. Its master should probably look after it better.

"Wasn't Thorin clear enough the other day?" you asked defiantly.

The Pig smiled at you, his rotting teeth showing. "Oh the fun I'm going to have with you tonight." He moved closer to you, only a table was standing in between you now. "It is true that the dwarven king was there the other night. But where is he now?"

Your heart stilled. Thorin wasn't close because you had asked for him to come to the other side of the guest house. He wouldn't be close enough to hear your screams.

And where were the others? Your heart dropped.

They had all left to drink some ale at a local tavern. You were alone. Except for the Pig and his Poop that was standing outside the door.

"Did I already tell you that I wasn't interested in your critters infested dingeling?" you snarled. You threw a pillow at him.

He just chuckled as he easily dodged it. To be fair, that wasn't the best weapon you could have picked.

Your trustworthy sword was laying on your pile of clothes on the other side of the room, however, so there was no better weapon than a pillow. So you threw another one at him.

"Oh come on lady (y/n). Are you trying to make me laugh? I will only loose my interest and then this will go on for much, much longer." The last three words he said a lot slower, looking at you with an intense stare.

You were looking around the room trying to find a way out. Any way would be good. Even jumping out of the window which was two stories above the ground. Maybe you would wind up with a broken leg but that wasn't worse than this faith.

Just as you made a dash towards the window did he grab you from behind. "I've got you now little missy" the Pig whispered into your ear.

He pressed himself against your behind, letting you know that the inevitable was going to happen soon.

"HELP!" you screamed at the top of your lungs.

There was no one to hear you. Only the walls who wouldn't be able to tell the tale afterwards.

Alright, alright, all you had to do was find a way out. There still must be a chance. Just anything. Anything. Anything at all that you could do.

You kicked, screamed, wriggled as he carried you towards the sofa. All to no avail.

He draped you over the arm of the sofa so that he had a nice view at your ass. Only one hand was needed for him hold you in place.

You heard him unbuckle his belt.

His pants fell to the floor.

Your dress covered your eyes as he pulled it up.

The small, white pants was yanked off of your legs. Ripped in two.

"Oh God no, please no. Please just don't do this" you cried.

He didn't listen.

"We're going to have so much fun tonight" he said, lust evident in his voice. "Or at least I'm going to. You will just have to take it sweetheart."

He slapped your behind once before positioning himself right in front of your entrance.

You could feel his tip pressing against you.

The door should swing open now any minute. Thorin would burst in. He just had to burst in. That was all he needed to do.

"Thorin" you whispered through your tears. "Please."

The Pig yelled out in surprise and pain, pulling away from you, falling down to the ground unable to crawl away. It didn't fully register with you at first.

He was gone. Quickly you got up and straightened down your dress. You looked behind you and saw the Pig on the floor.

He was laying there screaming in agony. His hands reached towards his right foot. The tip of a sword stuck out at the top of his foot.

Your eyes widened in shock. What had happened?

Loud noises could be heard from outside the door. Something heavy banged against the door. You reached for your sword that laid on top of your pile of clothes.

It shook in your hands but you were standing ready for whoever it was that would come at you now. Now you had a weapon to defend yourself with.

More heavy thuds against the door.

And then, Thorin barged in. He was panting heavily, looking around the room in bewilderement.

His eyes settled on the Pig. Thorin stopped breathing for a moment before charging forwards with his hands targeted at the Pigs' throat. "WHERE IS SHE?" he growled. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?"

The Pig couldn't say anything with Thorin' fingers pressing on his air pipe.

You didn't say anything. You just couldn't. Everything was happening just so fast. All you could do was stare at the scene in front of you. One side of you wanted to see the Pig die.

"I'm here" you finally whispered.

It reached Thorin' ears. He turned his head and finally spotted you in the corner of the room. The Pig was forgotten shortly after.

Thorin got off of him and walked towards you with his hands up in the air.

You were still holding the word, pointing it at nothing in particular but holding it up none the less.

"(Y/N), give me the sword" Thorin spoke softly.

You looked at the Pig on the ground. How easily you could end him now with just one strike. Maybe even puncture his heart while you were at it.

"Everything is alright now. I'm here. Give me the sword" Thorin said.

You could even cut off his penis while you were at it. There was probably no use for it anyway.

The trance was broken when he a sturdy yet gentle hand closed itself around yours. "There you go" Thorin said, taking the sword from you. He threw it on the bed. "Everything is alright now."

Two more dwarves barched in. Dwalin and Gloin.

Thorin didn't turn away from you. "Take him downstairs and hold him there. Keep him alive until I get there" he ordered.

The Pig was taken downstairs without another word needing to be said.

The door closed behind them.

"H-he was-" You couldn't say another word. You allowed Thorin to pull you close against his chest. His hand stroked the back of your head as you kept crying into his warm embrace.

He didn't say anything, just allowed you to cry.

"I-I hate him" you stuttered, hiccuping through your tears. "I want him to die Thorin."

Thorin placed a kiss on the top of your head. "Don't worry about that my love. I will make sure he meets his end." Slowly and painfully, he added in his mind.

"All I wanted to do was spend the night with you" you whispered, still not believing what had just happened.

"I thought the note came from you. Lucky that my nephews made me late. Otherwise I might have been too late" Thorin spoke softly.

You looked up at him. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "That sword through the floor was a bit dramatic though" you said. The corner of your mouth twitched.

Thorin looked at you lovingly, a twinkle of worry lingering in the corner of his eye. "Sometimes we need dramatic actions for dramatic circumstances my sweet."

He let his thumb trace over your lips. "From now on I will stay with you at all times" he said, worry returning to his eyes.

You nodded. "I would like that."