The third part for this imagine was requested by CarrieWatson2 ; I want to see how the reader responds to all the poems.

You were calmly reading a book in the library of Erebor. Everything was so seren. Thorin had ordered that the dwarves made a window in the middle of the back. He also ordered for a nice chair to be placed in front of it. This way you could always read a book with the sunlight warming you up in the process. He had been so clever to think of it.

A small smile covered your lips as you continued to read the story. It was about a princess in a far-away land. But she wasn't like any ordinary princess. She was bold and stubborn. She always wore a deep blue dress to match her father's colors. One day she magically disappeared. Her father did everything to get her back. What he didn't know was that his believed-to-be-dead enemy had taken her from him.

His wife was drawn to a magic mirror in which she could occassionally see her lost daughter. The king tried to keep his wife away from it but it kept calling to her. The king succeeded in keeping his wife away from it. What he didn't know was that there was someone else who figured out how to use the mirror. It was the king's -

The doors burst open with a loud thud. You almost dropped the book as you reached for your sword. Thankfully, for Bard, you were trained to first wait for your opponent's first move before you would do anything. You lowered your sword and sighed frustrated as you realised it was Bard who had scared you.

'Don't ever do that again. I might cut off your arm some day' you said. Casually you placed the sword back in it's place and sat down on your special chair. Bard chuckled nervously. It didn't escape your attention. You sat the book down on the table next to you. 'Can I help you?' you asked sweetly.

Bard was holding a small piece of paper in his left hand. With trembling hands he presented it to you. You raised an eyebrow but took the paper from him anyway. Just as you were about to read it, the doros burst open again and two kings came running in. Seriously? Was it 'destory (y/n)'s reading time' today?

'Don't read it! You should read mine first' Thorin said, slightly panting as he came to a halt in front of you. Thranduil followed closely behind. He was able to remain calm, not showing you he had just ran all the way to you. 'Ignore those fools. Mine is the only one worthy of your blossoming eyes.' A heat reddened your cheeks. What was this about?

'She is going to read mine first because she feels the call of our hearts' Thorin growled at Thranduil. 'Maybe that would happen if you could reach her' Thranduil said mockingly. Thorin's anger really came to life now. Before anything could happen, Bard raised his hands to both men. 'I think (y/n) is capable of choosing on her own. Aren't you, my fair lady?' he said with a grin. The two kings looked at him like they wanted to kill him right on the spot.

'Aye, I can. I will start by reading the paper from the person who was here first.' Bard's face lit up at these words. They were acting like young teens if anyone would ask you. You rolled your eyes at their childish behaviour. 'Am I dealing with men or with boys?' you murmured to yourself. Your eyes wandered over the sentences, deepening your frown with every word you read.

Were you... Oh... That's why... Oh... Where all three of th-... Oooooooh... What did our hearts do? Did they now... You put the paper down and was met with one expecting face and two concerned ones. 'May I read the one from you Thorin?' you asked. The men exchanged some glances because of the lack of reaction. Thorin, however, didn't seem to mind it at all that you wanted to read his.

Proudly, he handed you his poem. You read it too. You banned the Gold Sickness? Oh you... How... Never mind... This poem was so lovely and pure hearted. Quickly, you put it down next to Bard's poem. 'Can I read your one?' you asked Thranduil. Your voice was slightlier higher pitched then before.

Thorin seemed to be hurt that you didn't even say one word about his poem. He had worked really hard on it, pouring all his emotions on to this paper. The elven king bowed and handed you his poem. The door to the library opened again, more slowly and silent this time.

You read the poem of the elven king. Seriously? Couldn't he come up with anything more original? It was so cliché for an elf to write about flora and fauna. You also put his poem down next to the others. 'I have read all three of them. And I must inform you that none of you will be my suitor.'

They all seemed to be confused by your words. 'Don't you like any of them?' Bard asked, breaking the silence. Heavy footsteps now they made their way to the small group at the end of the library. 'It isn't so much that your poems have failed to impress her as it is the fact that she is already being courted' a powerful voice suddenly filled the room.

Bard froze on the spot.

Thranduil's face darkened.

Thorin closed his eyes, straightening his back.

You were beaming with love when you saw your suitor making his way towards you. For a moment you had felt unsure about how to tell these men you didn't feel the same way about them. It had made you feel pretty uncomfortable. To know that your suitor was now here to take care of things for you made you feel protected. 'My love' you greeted him.

He leaned in to kiss you, claiming you in front of your admirers. His whiskers softly brushed against your skin. It was the thing you loved the most, accept for, of course, his beard. 'Is there any one of ya who still doesn't understand he needs to leave or I will break all his bones?' your suitor said threatingly.

Bard didn't need another warning and immediately speed-walked out of the library.

Thranduil seemed to be very frustrated about the fact you were courting a dwarf.

Thorin bowed his head and smiled at you. 'If there is someone else who captured your heart then me, then I am thankful that you chose this dwarf.' The two dwarves bowed to one another. Thankfully their relationship wouldn't change after this.

They all left you alone in the library. The unfomfortable atmosphere finally gone, you threw yourself in his arms. He caressed your back, pulling you closer to him. 'I won't ever leave you all by yourself again' he promised. You buried your face in the crook of his neck. 'I can handle myself just fine. But I do appreciate it that you were there for me' you spoke softly.

'I love you âmrâlime' he said.

'I love you too Dwalin.'