Into The Fire (Thorin/OC) Chapt. 7 by danafox19

Written 7.19.13-present. Rated M for later chapters. Current word count: 42, 316

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Thorin broken but unbeaten.

I will never find a better place to fall asleep, but he belongs to fairytale’s that I could never be.  My future haunted with memories that I could never have.  And hope is just a stranger wondering how it got this way.

He could be the final straw that brings me back to Middle Earth, ever-waiting harbours full of love that he deserves. Wishing I could find a way to wash away the past, knowing that my broken heart will be healed once more.

I die each time he looks away.  My heart, my life will never be the same.  This love will take my everything.  One breath, one touch will be the end of me.

I will never find a better place to fall asleep.  Maybe he will save me in the oceans of my dreams.  And maybe someday our love will guide us, to the place where we will be, together for eternity!

My fanfic/headcanon/entreaty to Peter Jackson for a ‘supplementary’ ending to BOTFA…. and, yes, I realize Thorin is a fictional character, but I need something like this…

The battle is over, the dead have been honored, Bilbo returns to the Shire, and BOTFA ends…. but wait, a final scene…

It is the end of LOTR and Bilbo, now aged, sets sail with Gandalf, Frodo, Elrond, Galadriel and others to the “Undying Lands,” the “Grey Havens.”  As they sail, there is much merriment and Bilbo is filled with an unexpected anticipation— another adventure!  They finally arrive at the Undying Lands and all Bilbo can see is bright soft light and green, green fields. They all disembark and, as each steps ashore, their age melts away and they become as they were as their younger selves (Bilbo is no longer Ian Holm but Martin Freeman). Bilbo is standing on the green shore, breathing in air of inexpressible sweetness when he sees, off in the distance, three figures striding toward them. They are laughing and waving and calling out the names of Bilbo’s co-passengers and then Bilbo hears “Master Baggins,” spoken is an unmistakable voice that cascades over him like honey. He looks more closely as the three figures, now clearly seen to be three royal males, continue to walk toward him but, suddenly, Bilbo is blinded by a bright light, blue and gold and warm as the sun.  He rubs his eyes momentarily and then looks again, only to see emerging from the shining light grinning faces, one with blonde hair, wait, another with black hair, o my! Kili! Fili! Hugs all around…but then Bilbo turns and finds himself looking into the kindest, bluest eyes, seeing the dearest noble visage, the luxurious tumble of a black/ grey mane of hair, and hearing again that sonorous voice. “Welcome, Master Baggins,” says King Thorin with his exquisite smile, “ welcome Gandalf, welcome all. We have been expecting you.” 

Last night I had a crazy dream, that a wish was granted just for me. I could ask for anything, but I didn’t ask for money or a mansion or two, I simply wished for one more day with you.

The first thing I’d do is pray for time to crawl, then I’d pull the shutters and lock the door.  I’d hold you every second, and say a million “I love you’s”, that’s what I’d do with one more day with you.

One more day, one more time, one more sunset, perhaps I’d be satisfied. But then again I know what it would do…

Simply leave me wishing still, for one more day with you.

#1002 I imagine that my orgasms with Thorin would be very high-pitched.”

In my dreams and in time to come, in the hereafter; this is where I shall wait for you my King.  On a bench made for two, beneath the large oak tree, I shall wait for you.  Where the river gently laps at the green grassed edge, there I shall wait for you. Where the hills roll gently in the sun’s caress, there I shall wait for you. Until time itself fades away, and all our enemies turn to dust….I shall be waiting for only you. 

#1001 I was watching Disney’s Beauty & the Beast the other day, and when there came the moment with Gaston’s fangirls singing their lovesick bit about him I was instantly reminded of Thorin :D “Look there he goes! Isn’t he dreamy? Monsieur Gaston Oh he’s so cute! Be still my heart, I’m hardly breathing! He’s such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!” Doesn’t that suit our king? :)”

#1000 One of the reasons I’m nervous about my feelings after seeing the final Hobbit film is because once Thorin’s “officially” dead, will I think of him the same way? Will I fantasize about him in my arms? Or will I just be in mourning? Let’s face it, if Boromir had lived, there would be “Boromir Confessions” blogs from here to Kingdom Come. But no one is in that state of mind because he’s gone. I don’t want to feel that way about Thorin.”

#999 I love Thorin Oakenshield very much! He’s like the sex symbol of Middle-Earth. But I don’t love him just because of his beauty, but also for his strong and charming personality.”

This love / obsession / fixation (call it what you will), that I have for this dwarf king is seriously getting out of hand, although I’m not entirely sure I dislike the experience.

It’s reached a point where I catch glimpses of him in a crowd, and even hear his voice when I’m really struggling through a bad day. I no longer have to be asleep to dream or fantasise about him, and can simply fall into “my world” (as I call it) whenever I want, whether I’m driving or at the mall or even in a meeting. 

I’m too afraid to mention this to any of my family or friends, as I know they’ll want to have me committed or something, but I don’t really care. This King under the Mountain; this brave, honourable and oh so gorgeous dwarf has captivated me mind, body and soul & I am happily lost and spoilt for any other in this world, for no one but Thorin could make my broken heart flutter the way he does, or turn my endless nightmares into the beautiful dreams capes that he creates with his presence.

Losing my eyesight is a small price to pay, considering I got to see his majestic face and can now have him forever in my mind, heart and soul as I journey down this long and eternally dark road.

#998 I wonder how Thorin would like it? Would he initiate, or would he prefer you to? Would he want to look in your eyes during climax? Or would he prefer to keep things distant & take you from behind? Would he talk, or just grunt? Would he cuddle afterwards, maybe light his pipe in the post-coital bliss? Or would he roll over and just doze off? Or would he get up, cleaned up, and dressed, no tender cuddles? I must know.”

New poster for The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies

New poster for The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies

#997 "I’ve just bought an ‘extra girthy’ dildo. I’ve named it ‘Thorin’.”

#996 Alcoholism and addiction is in my family and I’ve always been scared of ending up the same. But I started drinking despite my worries and I told myself that I could deal with it. Now I realize what an unbelievable idiot I am for thinking that I could drink and be fine. I like to imagine Thorin standing behind me as I sit here, his hands on my shoulders saying that he understands, that it’s going to be alright, and I have to be strong. You know what? I believe him, even if he isn’t really there.”