#drunk!thorin

[anki-of-beleriand]

It was raining.

The night was cold and wet, the sky was being lighted by the lightning breaking into the darkness. Rain fell down hard and fast, the wind pushed the trees and leaves around as the world seemed to be in a deep state of sleepiness.

Bofur stopped the car just outside the wooden house of Thranduil, he glanced to the right to see Bilbo fast asleep with his mouth open and some spit coming down to the window. He sighed turning around to see Thorin watching the house with a glassy stare, he had on his hand a big bottle of whisky that was almost empty. 

“We here?” Thorin asked placing his hand on the handle of the door.

Bofur rolled his eyes thinking perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, he then turned to Bilbo then back to Thorin. The things he did for love were ridiculous.

“Yes, Thorin, this is his house...” Bofur watched as Thorin tried to open the door of the car once, twice, thrice without any success.

“You door’s broken.” Thorin spoke slowly, his words coming out in slurred patterns. 

“My door is not broken, you’re too drunk to open it for yourself.” Bofur explained taking his belt off. “Want me to help you?”

Thorin furrowed his brows pushing the door without actually trying to open it, Bofur rolled his eyes, he stood and knelt on the car seat to help Thorin with the door. The cold air of the night sneaked inside the car, Bofur shivered while Thorin jumped startled falling on his ass, the bottle almost escaping his hands.

“Wh.what...” Thorin tried to incorporate himself, he shook his head lifting the bottle to his mouth and drinking another long sip from it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Bofur said but his words fell on deaf ears. Thorin was trying to exit the car,  he held himself on the door furrowing his brows in confussion as he tried to walk under the rain.

“It’s weeeet.” Thorin screamed staggering forward with the bottle in hand.

Bofur snorted closing the door and sitting back on the driver’s seat. He glanced at Bilbo who was still fast asleep before watching as Thorin walked aimlessly towards the window where they knew Thranduil room was located. 

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Thranduil woke up slowly, he felt someone poking at his side insistently. He made sleepy noises while his eyes fluttered open. He sat down almost immediately when he realized Legolas was standing at the side of his bed, the young teen had his brows furrowed and he was obviously rather annoyed by something.

“Legolas, are you all right?” Thranduil sat down turning his lamp off and looking at his son for some signs of sickness or danger. 

“Your friend who is not your boyfriend is knocking on my window.” Legolas said flatly glaring at his father as if it was his fault.

Thranduil frowned confused his eyes went from Legolas to his clock, it was past 2am. Thranduil shook his head then turned his attention back to Legolas.

“Who?”

Legolas snorted crossing his arms, “Your friend who is not your boyfriend is throwing rocks at my window calling for you, dad.”

“Thorin? I don’t...We’re not...He is not...” Thranduil stammered feeling his cheeks burn when his son lifted a single eyebrow of incredulity at him. “What are you talking about, Legolas?”

“He is under my window calling for you, dad.” Legolas commented rolling his eyes. “I think you better go because he is in a really bad state...and I think he is drunk.”

Thranduil left his room in a hurry, he came to Legolas’ room and to his window only to see Thorin screaming intelligibly while waving his hands. The rain hasn’t stopped yet thus Thorin was completely wet, with water on his face and his clothes completely drenched. Thranduil clenched his teeth thinking on ways to kill Thorin for such an spectacle and for waking up his son in the middle of the night.

Legolas watched as his father walked past him down the stairs with determination written on his face. Legolas shook his head and went back to his room, he really needed to sleep and he was way too old for this kind of childish drama.

“Thorin!”

Thorin blinked a couple of times, he turned around and his lips curled up in a happy, puppy smile. His eyes lit up and he staggered closer to Thranduil falling on his face when his feet couldn’t synchronize to walk properly. Thorin felt a pair of warm hands on his naked arms, he smiled goofily when he saw the concern expression on Thranduil’s face.

“Luve you.” He mumbled trying to touch the white, smooth cheek of the blond-man.

“You’re an idiot.” Thranduil replied helping him on his feet. “You are a complete idiot. Coming here in the middle of the night, with this rain and drunk! What the fuck were you thinking, Thorin?!”

“Luuuuvee you...”Thorin repeated clinging to Thranduil almost making them fall on the ground again. “But...you...you hated me...”

Thranduil tensed up glancing at the man in his arms, he then noticed the look of pure sorrow on that handsome face and he tried to hold tightly onto Thorin dragging him inside his house.

“I don’t hate you.” Thranduil suddenly mumbled placing Thorin on a chair in the kitchen.

Thorin snorted shaking his head, he waved away Thranduil’s hand shaking his head while narrowing his eyes at Thranduil.

“’f course you do...you hate cuz you won’t luve me.” Thorin rested his head on the counter with a miserable expression attached to his face. 

Thranduil tensed up watching as Thorin closed his eyes resting on the counter, his clothes dripping water on the floor while his knees and face showed signs of scratches there. The blond-man leaned closer, his warm hand cleaning away some mud from Thorin’s face.

“Why don’t you like me?” Thorin mumbled glancing at Thranduil.

Thranduil sighed kneeling down in front of Thorin, the blond man leaned in shaking his head.

“You’re an idiot.” Thranduil mumbled cleaning some more mud. “But you’re my idiot.”

“I am.” Thorin replied with a puppy smile just before he fall into a drunken sleep.

Thranduil sighed knowing in the morning he would need to speak with Thorin about this. About what they were playing at and what they were going to do from now on.

For now, all Thranduil wanted to do was to help Thorin clean up and put him into bed. The rest could wait.

[averil-of-fairlea]

Tell The World (ThorinXReader)

A little Drunk!Thorin as requested by realitybend13

Author’s Note: This is the same Reader from Body Language (Jealous!Thorin). Everyone lives. Thanks to the Dwarrow Scholar for the neo-Khuzdul words. Song inspiration: Runaround by Blues Traveler - not for the drunk stuff, but because I always imagine the line of Durin shaking their rumps to this song.

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It was over.

The quest, the Battle of the Five Armies, reclaiming Erebor – all of it was now in the past.

Thanks to your sharp eye, quickness on your feet and accuracy with your sword and axe, you had saved not only Thorin’s life, but his nephews’ lives as well. Countless orcs were dead; Smaug was dead. The process of restoring the kingdom was well underway.

But tonight, there would be no work, just celebration, at Meragel, the Feast of Feasts. You were being honored for your heroics in battle.

Truth be told, you would have been happy finally having some real alone time with Thorin, who over the course of the journey had gone from fighting teacher to magnificent love. No one knew about it; there had only been passionate, stolen kisses here and there.  War was no time for romance.  But soon, soon…

Arriving fashionably late due to a well-deserved nap, you made your way through the throngs of people in the Great Hall, which was bursting with excitement, dancing, music, and food.

You were dressed in a champagne-colored gown with dramatically long sleeves, found among the horde. It wasn’t exactly your taste, but it fit. The people parted into two long lines on either side of you as you came through.

You didn’t understand what was going on until they began cheering, patting you on the back.

One of the voices was louder than all of the others, and you recognized it instantly, though it was a tad gruffer than you’d ever heard it. Thorin.

He was at the very end of the line to the left, wearing dark kingly garb, looking spectacular, and a little…sauced.

His eyes were half open and he had the most content, laid back look over his face as you sashayed toward him.

You understood why he had indulged. What that Dwarf had gone through! He deserved to loosen up.

You just never thought you’d see him so loose.

As you got closer, you were glad the lanterns were a good distance away from his ale-marinated breath.

He grabbed your hand, positioned you so that you were facing the entire room, and hoisted your arm triumphantly into the air.

“Sanazaghalinh!” he cried, and the crowd went nuts.  

Sanazaghalinh: Perfect warrior. The best.

Flabbergasted, you just kept smiling, bowing, and saying “thank you” as Thorin shook your fist and continued telling everyone how perfect you were.

After a few minutes, you tried to lower your arm, but he tugged it higher.

“Sanzhininh!” he called, his speech slightly slurred, his voice hoarse.

Perfect lady.

The crowd cheered, but just a little less robustly this time, as they tried to figure out where their king was going with this.

So were you.

“Thorin, what are you doing?” you whispered, your jaw firm, eyes spotting the bewildered faces in the crowd.

He looked as if he might stumble, so you yanked your raised arm from his grip and wrapped it around his back for support.

“How much ale have you had?”

“Enough to tell the world that you are more than my apprentice.”

He.

Was.

So.

Loud.

You glanced nervously at the crowd, whose murmurs quickly swelled into chatter, complete with widened eyes, gasps, and pointing.

Thorin wasn’t finished.

“Enough to tell the whole world that I will have you by my side in battle and in my bed for the rest of my days!”

Ohhhh…no.

In your head, you coiled into the fetal position behind the biggest mental rock you could find.

But on the outside, your body relaxed immediately as soon as Thorin pulled you face-to-face. He was tipsy all right, but he murmured “My love, my apprentice, my warrior…” with total sobriety before planting a mighty, spirits-laced kiss on your mouth, while the entire room broke out into the loudest, craziest applause you had ever heard.