: Can you write a Thorinx reader story? I am not good with plots so it can go however you wish :3

: The reader owns a large treacherous garden.The dwarves are fortunate enough to wander inside and meet you. You're not the typical witch that they imagined, nor the one that Thorin expected to fall in love with.

: 1536

: I got deeply into the Halloween spirit before making this....

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Thorin had to hand it to you. You liked sharp things.

He and the company had made the risky decision to go through the Drach Garden. There were rumors of a sorceress who wandered there. She would build lush flowery gardens and lure her prey in. Once they were in, she would sacravice them and use them as her eyes. Her spies were said to walk the earth; they saw all. Everything that was seen would be seen in her eyes as well.

But those were stories.

Once the company had "quietly," walked into your beautiful garden you doing from a statue that you hid yourself in.

"Who walks the path through my domain?" You spook from behind them. They jumped and pointed their weapons at you. You smirked. Using your magic you had made their weapons heat up to an intense degree. In pain they dropped their weapons and looked at you questioningly.

"You didn't answer my question," you shifted your weight to one foot. This company was entirely made up of dwarves! Well....a wizard and....a hobbit. Odd.

"W-we were just passing through your grace," the wizard in grey took did a bow to you. He was quite tall; his bushy beard was long and grey as well. You stood at the size of a dwarf. Who ever had the assumption that all witches had to be tall?

"I see, and if I may, why are you passing through?" You asked looking over the dwarves. One stood out most to you. He had long black waves hair and he stood taller than the rest. His braid clips were nothing like the others. They held symbols of royalty. You could not deny that he was attractive looking.

"We journey to the Lonely Mountain. I am here to help this company get their safely, the hobbit is our burglar," the wizard gestured to the halfling. You had heard of the dragon Smaug. If Thirin had the one gem that crowned all, it would summon the dwarves back to Erebor.

"The Arkenstone," you stated. The wizard bowed again. None of them had said their names yet; they would be right to.

"Yes. I am Gandalf the Gray and this is Thorin," Gandalf gestured to the attractive dwarf. "may we continue on our way..er ...?" The wizard didn't have your name yet.

"Y/n. Y/n Drach, I am the witch of my lovely garden if you haven't noticed," you told them your name. It seems only polite.

"May we go in peace witch?" Said the attractive royal dwarf named Thorin. You glared at him. You stared intently at him as you slowly crept up to him.

"Master dwarf, you call me witch like it is a bad thing," you smirked," I suppose you would be right to think that....," you were face to face with him now. It was clear that even he was intimidated by you. "You have no idea just how powerful I am. I have monsters and things that go bump in the night for friends. The winds are my messenger; it is deep within the night that she whispers to me. Tales of the forest and tales of a large group wander Middle-Earth. Oh yes! I have long expected your arrival.

"I can make objects move with my mind. Messing with temperature is a favorite of mine- speaking of which you weapons are quite cool. Feel free to pick them up. Try anything foolish and I will make sure you leave my domain with three eyes a horn on your head," you spoke to the company.

Looking back at Thorin you threatened on," I can also show off more if you should like? I can make dead things return. They are things that are no bigger than a bird. I cannot do people. I can make Raven's my faithful minions and travelers like you, my spies. I can grant wishes and then take them back upon my choosing. Curses are rather enjoyable an casting is quite fun. I can make a man loose everything in a day and the poor can become kings," you started to circle around Thorin. You picked up a lock of his.

"Hair full of snakes if you wish? And....," you placed a cool hand on his cheek," I can make a man fall in love with just a stare," you said softly while looking into his eyes. Thorin didn't back down from your gaze and neither did you.

One of the dwarves coughed, forcing you to break the stare,"I apologize to interrupt, but can we go already?" Said a bald dwarf with long beard.

"Certainly, if I can come with you," you offered the deal.

"What? why?" Asked a dark haired dwarf. He didn't have as much facial hair as the others, but he was also attractive.

"I don't get very many visitors. You are the first to come within my garden for centuries. A change in routine is heavily needed. I will keep you safe and provide my magic to help you along," you smiled. The group just looked stunned.

"We would be fools to turn down your offer," said Thorin unexpectedly. You smiled at him and he gave a small one in return. You didn't know why but you got the inclination that he didn't give smiles out too often.

"What? Just like that? You would let a witch into the company?" Said a blonde dwarf.

"Well I suppose it is as they say, if the broom fits, ride it!" You laughed at your pun. A few of the company members laughed.

"Now, I will guide you out of here, so stay with me," you looked to their leader, Thorin. He have a nod and you began leading the way.

***

You say with Thorin on top of Erebor. Everyone had lived and you couldn't be more happy. You hade the one person you grew to care for at your side and the world was setting in front of you. The large brown Eagles were still flying about and caused a nice breeze to flow in the air.

"....so what happens now?" You asked looking down at your black blood covered hands. The battle was a tough one, but it was won. Thorin looked over at you.

"I suppose we rebuild and make things how they were....before," he didn't need to say anymore. You knew what he meant.

"It's like in the stories huh?" You said.

"What do you mean?" He looked back at the horizon.

"A happily ever after and all that good stuff," you answered.

"Perhaps," he looked back at you and you looked into his eyes.

"I must say, I'm very grateful you didn't turn me into a toad," he gave a tired laugh, as did you.

"I don't think I could even if you were a pain in the arse sometimes," you smiled. He chuckled.

"I most certainly know that I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you y/n. I don't know how I could ever repay that," he said looking down.

"......there is one thing," you said softly. He met your eyes at that. "Give Bard and his people a share of the treasure, and give Thranduil the gems he rightfully deserves," Thorin got an angry look on his face. Before he could speak you interrupted him.

"-And if you don't, I'll use my magic and make you do it!" You said and his expression softened. After a long while if contemplating he spoke.

"Fine, if I can ask you something," he looked at the setting sun.

"Anything,"

"......did you use magic to make me fall in love you?" He whispered without emotion. You were taken aback. Of course you felt something for him, but....maybe this was what you were feeling? You had never felt love before and it was entirely foreign to you.

"....no," you whispered back and he looked at you," I used no magic to do such thing. I don't even think magic could say how I feel about you. I've felt it for a while now and.....upon your wish I would leave my garden forever and stay with you,"

"You would leave your old life for me?" He asked looking deep into your eyes.

"....yes," you said gently. You froze when he closed the distance and placed a soft kiss on your lips. After a moment you returned it and kissed him. Kisses from a witch would bring luck in a persons life or sometimes long life. Their were very few stories on witches falling in love with mortals. Yo pulled away and looked at him.

You looked dazed at him," do I have to use my magic or can I ask to do that one more time?"

He chuckled," all you have to do it ask," he touched his nose to yours.

You giggled," will you kiss me again?" Your breath hit his lips deliciously.

"Anything for you," he said as he leaned in and kissed you you could feel his smile while your lips moved over each other.

In all of your years of existence this felt the most magical.

Who ever said all witches were bad?