This is my fourth edition of The Hobbit Imagines and I am very excited about it! First of all, this edition wouldn't be here without all of you! The first three books with imagines have been a huge succes on my account. I have been writing these sto...
This is the fourth chapter for a little fic that I now like to call; 'Through the letters of my heart'. And this amazing cover that was made by sherhobbit .
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Last time in our grumpy but sexy teacher;
When he finally arrived in the library he was disappointed to see you didn't sit in your usual place. During the few short weeks you had been working at the school, you had developed a habbit of spending your breaks together.
At first you had sat with the other teacher' at the teacher' lounge. After a while Thorin noticed that you came to the library first.
Somehow it felt different when you didn't share your break together.
Thorin would sit and wait for you to arrive while 'reading his book'. He read significantly less now that he met you.
He couldn't find himself to care too much though.
The best feeling was when he arrived late in the library and he would find you waiting for him. Sometimes you talked about books, sometimes you read in silence and at other times you went outside for a walk.
He had never taken the time to get to know the other teachers. Now he found himself wanting to find out everything there was to know about you.
His shoulders sank when he didn't see you waiting for him. "Has miss Reynales left the library already?" he asked the librarian.
She smiled kindly at him as she put a book away on a shelf. "I last saw (y/n) at the fantasy section."
"Thank you" Thorin said before rushing off.
The librarian chuckled watching the usually gruff teacher eagerly rush to the fantasy section in the library. Hopefully the students had done their job already. She would have to prepare her library for the joined lesson soon.
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Thorin checked his watch for what felt like the twentieth time that night. He was not supposed to arrive at the other teacher' house for another two hours. And yet here he was sitting in his car two houses removed from hers. "Idiot" he chastised himself.
He wasn't sure what he was going to do next.
The only reason he drove up here earlier than planned was because... well, in all honesty he himself wasn't even sure why he left too early.
On his way to miss Reynales' house he had stopped at a flower shop. The lady had talked him into buying a bouqeut of red roses.
It had nothing to do with Thorin ordering them before hand.
He looked to his right where the bouqeut was resting on the passenger' seat. Now that he was waiting near her house with the roses, he started to feel a little awkward.
