Bilbo X Thorin Novels & Stories

“Oh, yes. Haven’t you ever noticed his resemblance to Ben before?” Haldir stood from the stool he was sitting on and glanced at Ben as he set the bags on the floor. “Yeah, I can see it, I guess. They all kind of have that tall, dark and handsome thing happening for them” “Well, he said that he and Ben are relatives. Oh, wait a minute, I don’t want to have to do this twice. Thorin!” Thorin kicked the door closed behind him and put the last of the bags down. “Yes, darlin.”

He replies to my mind with an image of a thumbs up emoji. I launch myself on top of my maker. In an attempt to halt him. The longer I'm in his presence, the more obedient my mark grows and betrays me. I'm trying to hit, bite and even scratch him. The mark is spreading over him shielding my attacks. He continues walking with me on his back. We stop in front of Arlo and Helena trying to make their escape. Arlo steps in front of her but Thorne grabs his throat and throws him away. I pry myself from his back and step in front of Him. His eyes are red and snake like.

Every shadow, every scent made his muscles tense, hoping for a sign she might still be near. Tharion’s knowing gaze had been on him since the briefing, concern etched into the deep lines of his brow. The massive wolf closed the distance between them, his boots crunching against the rocky ground. He placed one heavy hand on Kaplan’s shoulder, his grip firm and grounding, then leaned close to speak directly into his ear. “We’re going to get her back,” Thorin said, his voice low but steady. “But you’re not doing anyone any good by letting anger and worry run the show. If you’re not focused, you make mistakes. Deadly mistakes.”

A raging river crashed against sharp rocks below, sending white foam into the air. I stopped so suddenly I almost slipped over the edge. "We can't jump that!" "We don't have a choice!" Thorin shouted. Behind us the screeches were getting closer. I looked back and saw dark shapes darting between the trees. There wasn't time for thinking. Thorin reached for my hand. "Trust me." He said, looking deeply into my eyes. "I really hope this isn't a terrible idea." "It probably is." He smirked, "But at least, we get to doo it together."

Even from my seat I could feel the faint warmth rolling off it. “It’s firestone,” Thorin said, suddenly shy for the first time all day. “From our mountain. It stays warm, always. And it glows a little, when it gets dark.” He paused, then finished quietly, “So you won’t ever be afraid of the dark.” My heart performed a maneuver I chose not to examine. Across the table, Ciera was carefully studying her plate with the smile of a mother who had absolutely helped pick the stone but would deny it under oath.

It had been motionless for so long that if it wasn’t for the creatures that avoided this place, he would have forgotten it was there. Thorin has stumbled on this place eighteen years ago when he was trying to get a good grasp of the terrains of the Werewolf realm. It was like a man getting acquainted with his future possession. He believed that he would soon rule the land is why not just take a look around? And maybe establish a base?

He nodded and stared at me in confusion. “They're spying on the monster's army and throwing spears at it." He added. My heart froze at his words. That was as good as suicide. “And how long has this been going on," I asked. "I dunno. Five days." Thorin's face immediately went pale. "They took my brother and his friend Jack on the second day. My mom still cruises over it." He said sorrowfully. My heart went out to him, and I knelt before him.

"Good morning, Master!" "Have you eaten yet?" Kate questioned and they turned to her. "Miss Quinlan," they spoke together and I couldn't help but catch the blush on Kate's cheeks when her eyes met Thorin's. Hmm, did they have something going on in 1st timeline? I don't remember.

If there was something that not even Javier could handle, this would mean that anyone else next to him would not have that much of a chance either. Meanwhile, with an angry shout from Harold, Thorin was the first one to charge forward with the wine bottle in hand. Thorin seemed very fierce and powerful like a tiger that had just left its den. Moreover, this was a tiger with a wine bottle in its mouth. Which was why the image of Thorin charging forward was just absolutely laughable, so he ended up being granted a unique exit as well… Immediately after approaching Javier, he did not even manage to get the chance to swing the wine bottle as Javier had already tripped him over.