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.