The Hobbit / LOTR -oneshots

Roof - Thorin

The conversation you had just overheard rose to your mind, and you pondered about mentioning it to your father. You weren't sure what kind of worker he would be, but as you watched the water leak down from the roof and into multiple buckets, you reminded yourself that the roof needed fixing. As soon as possible.
"A dwarf at the table I just served to mentioned something about needing a job." You mentioned offhandedly, jerking your head in the direction of the table as your father lifted your head, clearly interested. He walked off towards the table, and you returned to continue to wipe the table clean in his absence.

You didn't hear what they were saying, but he looked hesitant at the offer, and you couldn't help but interject.
"I am not here to judge but I would recommend you take the job, as there aren't many in our village that pay this well."
"What do you know? You're just a maid." The dwarf barked, and your father opened his mouth to argue but decided against it as you shook your head. He wasn't worth it, and you could defend yourself perfectly well.
"Go help in the kitchens." Your father ordered, and you did as he asked, despite your urge to argue and tip the full tankard of mead on the head of the offensive guest.

As you returned, your father was shaking hands with him. You placed the plate onto the table and smiled at the elderly couple that came to dine at your inn most nights of the week.
"It's so good to see you two again. Agatha, how are your roses?"
"They are thriving, my dear. Blooms as big as my hands, and the smell so enchanting that I could spend the rest of my days in my garden." You laughed as you poured more mead into their mugs.
"I hope that you will not, we would miss you here." She gave a bright, lively laugh.
"Do not worry my dear Y/N, we will keep coming here as long as we are still standing. How are things with you, any promising young suitors in your life?" You flushed red at her question and her husband squeezed her hand as he smiled widely at his wife. It wasn't hard to see that the two loved each other immensely, it was visible in every movement, gesture, and smile.

"Y/N!" Your father's call, barely loud enough to make it through all the noise in the inn, made you sigh. You smiled at them politely, straightening your back and turning to leave.
"Enjoy your meal." You wished, giving them a smile.
"Oh, we will, darling. You better hurry, your father is waiting." You weaved past the tables and people in the packed in on your way to your father.
"Would you take Thorin to his room? I'll have to check on the horses." You nodded, moving so he could walk past you. As he disappeared into the crowd you turned to the dwarf. You gave him a sickeningly sweet smile and nodded, gesturing him to follow.
"If you would follow me, I'll take you to your room." Dwalin grabbed his arm and leaned closer.
"You should be careful, she could be up to something." Thorin just scoffed and followed you. You heard the conversation and bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling. You would show him that you definitely were up to something.

The next day, you were pulling the sheets off the beds and taking them to the laundry room so you could wash them later. Through the open window, you saw Thorin preparing to climb to the roof. You smiled to yourself as you tugged the sheets of the bed and threw them into the basket that you had brought with you. Luckily, there had only been a few visitors staying at the inn last night, so there were only three rooms you needed to tidy before you could start washing the sheets. You set fire to the hearth, hurrying to fetch more water from the well as the remaining started to warm up. As you walked out of the house, you saw Thorin on the roof, working despite the rain. His back was to you, and as your eyes landed on the ladder, an idea rose to your head. You mulled it over for a while but decided that you would tip them over. You grabbed the heavy wood and gently lowered them to the ground, placing them onto the grass, making it seem like they had just fallen on their own accord.

When you finished washing the sheets, the rain had stopped, but the ground was still sopping wet and you had to fight so you were able to trudge through the mud to the clothesline. You started lifting them up to the line above you, securing them with the wooden clothespins your father had just whittled a week prior. Now you didn't have to worry about them slipping off and falling to the ground, causing more work for you.
"Lass, could you lift the ladder up?" You lifted your head up to him, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.
"I am not sure if I am capable of such things. I am just a maid after all." Thorin stiffened on the roof when he heard your words, and for the first time in a while, he was stricken speechless. But only for a moment.
"How dare you, you will help me or-"
"Or what?" You asked, propping your hands on your waist, the smirk now bright on your face.
"I'll get you fired."
"This is my father's inn, you cannot get me fired." You responded calmly, yet the smirk hadn't left your face.
"But..." He trailed off, and you let out a laugh as he huffed and rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. You just quirked a brow and waited, responding to his stare with an unwavering stare. After a while, he sighed in defeat and grumbled.
"Fine. I'm sorry." You stared at him for a moment, trying to see if he was being genuine or did he just say it so you would let him down from the roof. In the end, you decided that he did mean it. You hoisted the ladder back up, huffing with effort. As you walked back inside, you threw a wink and a smile over your shoulder.

As the next morning came, the rain had stopped and the ground had dried from the muddy mess into a firm surface. The dwarves had departed the city in a hurry, Thorin couldn't stop thinking about the wink you had shot in his direction as he had exited the inn. The image of your smile remained in his mind, and he couldn't understand why. You had made a deep impression on his heart, and he truly hoped that he would be so lucky that he would meet you again.

I really have no idea how I feel about this. I haven't written for so long that it's probably not my best work, but I kind of like the idea.

Only three more parts until this book is finished and I will publish the second one. The date I'll publish it will probably be on the authors' note of the next part ;)

There are already a few oneshots in it, and I'm not sure how to publish them. Do I publish them all in one day or do I publish them every day for a week or every other day? What do you think?

Part 197.