An imagine from my own mind. I'm not going to tell you more than that it is a Dwalinxreader. Because I love that bearded fellow.

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"Aaah!!" with a frustrated growl, you throw your notebook far away from you. You allow your head to rest on your hands, grumpily staring in the distance.

Ori watches you from a distance. He takes a deep breath before walking up to you. "Is this a good time to ask you if there is something wrong?" he asks carefully. When you turn your head to him and glare, he takes a step back. "Maybe we can talk about it?" he offers.

You huff. "He just doesn't want to work with me" you mumble before turning away from the dwarf. You cross your arms over your chest. "Stubborn, empty headed fool" you mutter.

Carefully, Ori walks around you. He makes sure to stay a few feet away from you, just in case. "Are you talking about me?"

You roll your eyes. "No, Ori, I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about him!" You angrily point at your notebook. "That insufferable idiot just doesn't want to do what I want him to do!" you shout. Now the poor notebook is on the receiving end of your death glare.

Ori looks from the notebook, to you, back to the notebook, and back to you. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head the last time the orcs attacked us?" He eyed you up and down.

"No Ori! I am perfectly fine!" You get up from the ground, picking up your notebook. The pages flip rapidly as you try to find the right page. When you find it, you shove it under Ori' nose. "Here. See what that dingus did!"

His eyes scan through the words as if there weren't that many written down as there were. His mouth forms a perfect 'o' when he is finished reading. "The main character in your story doesn't work with you" he says, finally understand your struggles.

You nod furiously. "Exactly! He just doesn't want to work with me! For some reason he just doesn't do the work he usually does in my head. Normally, I just have to think about him and the story writes itself! Why Ori? Why does he not work with me this time!"

He reads the last sentences a few times more. "Hmmm...." He flips through the other pages. "Hmmmm...."

You tap your foot impatiently.

"Hmmm-"

"I HAVE HEARD THE HMMMMMMMMMMM!" In your defense, the main character has been bugging you for a few days or so. Otherwise you would, of course, never shout at pour little Ori.

Ori smiles, closing your notebook and handing it back to you. "It looks like your main character is based on someone you know in real life."

You snatch your notebook back from him, pressing it defensively against your chest. "No."

The dwarf keeps smiling. "That is unfortunate, because you know, if he was based on someone you knew, then you could just observe that person. Maybe they will tell you more about your main character." He turns around. "And it just so happens that that person may or may not be teaching Fili and Kili right now. There, right at the shore."

Your eyes follow the direction he is pointing in. "It may be that the sun will help me with my writing" you said thoughtfully.

Ori looks at you from the side. "Of course, the 'sun' will help your writer' block."

"Thank you for understanding" you said, happily skitting off towards the sandy shore.

As you come closer you start to hear the sound of growling dwarves. This time they are not fighting because they have to. Apparently Dwalin had taken it upon himself to, once again, humiliate the Durin princes by challenging them both to a fight.

And still they accepted the challenge every single time. And every single time they got their behinds kicked. Somehow Dwalin managed to make it look like he wasn't even trying either.

You sat down on the ground, your back against a tree, with your notebook and pencil ready. The inspiration was welcome to come any time now. Really. Any time now would be fine. Please?

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With one axe he dodged the attack of Fili, sending the sword almost into Kili' side. Honestly, those two would never learn. "Keep your eyes on each other as you fight" he growled. There was a hint of a smile in his voice.

The brothers stayed together, standing a few feet away from the older warrior. "Can we get some time to talk over our strategy?" Kili asked.

Dwalin laughed. "You don't get that time in a fight laddie. But sure, take your time."

He turns around, laughing silently, as he catches you sitting against a tree. For a moment your eyes are locked before your eyes dart down to your notebook. Dwalin' heart swells. He can't help but wonder what you are writing about.

He knows that you are working on something. That much you've told him. Secretly he is dying to find out what or rather, who, you are writing about. Often he finds you staring at him when you write.

For the thirteenth time that week he wonders if you write about him.

He looks down at his boots. Not that there is something interesting about him that could have grabbed your attention. Still... why do you keep looking at him?

"Are you ready?" Fili calls from behind him.

Dwalin turns around with a grin. "Me? Laddie, I am more worried about the two of you being ready."

"Yeah, us too" Kili says, earning a shove in his side from his brother. "What, it's true!"

Fili and Kili get in position. Dwalin notices that Kili still has his small sword ready in his hand instead of his bow and arrows. At least they are trying to fight a fair fight.

"Give me a little time lads" Dwalin says. They have been practicing for some time now, sweat is starting to come down his forehead. He takes a hold of his shirt and pulls it over his head. There he stands, with a sweaty naked upper body. The sweaty pearls on his body sparkle brightly as the sun hits his body.

Dwalin doesn't notice how you temporarily forget to breathe a few feet away.

"Let's do this" he says, before grabbing his axes and going after Fili.

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"Are you alright?"

You didn't hear Ori walking up to you and neither did you hear him when he talked to you. It was only when he placed a hand on your shoulder that you looked up and saw him. "Oh, Ori!"

He smiled down at you. "Did he just take his shirt off?" he asks you.

Your eyes are pulled back to Dwalin' naked upper body. "I don't remember" you whisper.

The pencil that was once used for writing and drawing now lays somewhere in the grass. It is long forgotten. Your mind is not on your notebook anymore.

"Don't get me wrong, but if I remember correctly, your story wasn't left off at a scene where our main character was left shirtless. Or was it?" Ori teases you.

"Hmmm?"

He chuckles. "Does your main character need to be shirtless to help you further with your story?"

You raise an eyebrow. "I didn't tell Dwalin to be shirtless" you remind him.

Ori shrugs. "Dwalin would have taken his shirt off if you had asked him." He is about to walk away when he is suddenly stopped. You have taken a hold of his sleeve.

"Explain."

"What do you want me to explain?" Ori asked, teasingly.

You narrowed your eyes, not needing to get the message across with words.

Ori nodded at the three fighting dwarves in front of you. Dwalin was once again on the winning hand. "He is shy, unsure of what to do. Many of us never get married. We focus on our skills instead of love. But when we find that special someone..." Ori takes a deep breath, staring straight ahead.

"Then we sometimes can't find the words" Thorin finished for him. Ori and you both turn your heads simultaneously. He smiles at your confused faces. "Dwalin is my best friend, a brother" he says decisively, "I want to see him happy. And you are what makes him happy. More than happy, I would say."

Your cheeks turn scarlet. "What?"

Thorin looks at Dwalin, who just worked Fili and Kili to the ground with one swift move. "He needs a hand though. His beard will be white before he makes the first move." He looked back at you once more before walking off. "Don't break his heart."

You swallow visibly. "Yes sir" you said.

He nodded and walked back to his place near Bilbo.

"Direct orders from the king" Ori said, feeling a little flabbergasted. "Now you can't walk away from your feelings anymore."

You turned around sharply. "My feelings? I never said-"

Ori groaned. "We are not having this discussion. You heard the king!"

You wanted to argue with him but right when you opened your mouth, you looked in Dwalin' direction. And he looked at you. A smile played on both of your lips. He walked over to you.

The end.