Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Thorin- Lost Lady of Erebor pt. 1

Requested by 04olivia04

You flipped through the several gowns in your wardrobe, many of which were strung with gold and jewels that shone in the morning light streaming through your bedroom window.

"No, not that one," you mumbled to yourself. Then you pulled out a green dress that was practically dripping in sapphires. You huffed and stuffed in back in with the others. "Too plain..."

Too plain indeed. Today was your fiftieth birthday, and that was no simply thing. When a dwarrowdam turns half a century old, she is officially labeled as a mature woman, and in your case, a fully grown noble lady. Today was also the one year anniversary of your engagement to Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain. The two of you would be married in only a matter of months now. Just thinking of that made all the butterflies nesting in your stomach wake and begin fluttering about

He had planned for you the most elaborate party ever. Dwarves from all over Middle-Earth were invited, and it would be your first time meeting a lot of his relatives. You were eager to make a good impression as their cousin's bride and the future queen of Erebor. Green velvet and sapphires would simply not be enough for you today.

Knock, knock!

"Enter," you called to whoever was on the other side of the door. Likely one of your maidservants.

But it was not. Your lovely mother opened the door and shut it gently behind her, her eyes gleaming.

"Mother!" you cheered and ran into her waiting arms. She chuckled and rubbed your back. When you separated, her smile was wide and proud.

"Have you not yet decided on a dress?" she asked, noticing the open wardrobe.

You suddenly felt ashamed for not having decided on one of your dozens of exquisite gowns by now. Was it selfish to say that none of them felt right for the occasion?

"No..." you sighed. 

"Well, that's good," she said. She shouted at the door for someone else to enter, and two maids came in hauling the most gorgeous (f/c) gown you had ever seen. 

The corset was laced with gold, the seams lined with priceless jewels. And just by looking at the plentiful skirts, you could predict its twirl had a high potential to be absolutely dazzling.

You could not find the words to thank your mother as she propped the dress up in front of you and said excitedly, "What do you think?"  

"Where did you get this?"

"Here and there and everywhere!" she chirped. You looked at her with confusion, so she continued to explain, "Everyone wanted to show their appreciation for you, (y/n), so each family in Erebor contributed one gem. Then, your friends, Dis, and I sewed it up. Oh, and Thorin picked out the fabric." She laughed. "I think that's the best thing he can do when it comes to dress making." 

You were so touched, you could do nothing but weep. You hugged your mother once more and told her you loved her. 

"I cannot wait to wear it!" you said after wiping your tears away from your eyes. "I almost feel like it is too good for me."

"Nothing is too good for my daughter and the future Queen Under the Mountain," she said.

You wore the dress with the utmost pride as you walked down the stairs leading the dance floor. The merrymaking halted and silence fell over the crowd as they beheld you. They parted as you made your way to the throne where Thorin was seated. You struggled to keep in the squeal that so desperately wanted to leave your lips. You kept on a regal smile and your back straight as a queen's.