The Hobbit Imagines IV

Imagine watching Dwalin fight

An imagine from my own mind. I'm not going to tell you more than that it is a Dwalinxreader. Because I love that bearded fellow.

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"Aaah!!" with a frustrated growl, you throw your notebook far away from you. You allow your head to rest on your hands, grumpily staring in the distance.

Ori watches you from a distance. He takes a deep breath before walking up to you. "Is this a good time to ask you if there is something wrong?" he asks carefully. When you turn your head to him and glare, he takes a step back. "Maybe we can talk about it?" he offers.

You huff. "He just doesn't want to work with me" you mumble before turning away from the dwarf. You cross your arms over your chest. "Stubborn, empty headed fool" you mutter.

Carefully, Ori walks around you. He makes sure to stay a few feet away from you, just in case. "Are you talking about me?"

You roll your eyes. "No, Ori, I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about him!" You angrily point at your notebook. "That insufferable idiot just doesn't want to do what I want him to do!" you shout. Now the poor notebook is on the receiving end of your death glare.

Ori looks from the notebook, to you, back to the notebook, and back to you. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head the last time the orcs attacked us?" He eyed you up and down.

"No Ori! I am perfectly fine!" You get up from the ground, picking up your notebook. The pages flip rapidly as you try to find the right page. When you find it, you shove it under Ori' nose. "Here. See what that dingus did!"

His eyes scan through the words as if there weren't that many written down as there were. His mouth forms a perfect 'o' when he is finished reading. "The main character in your story doesn't work with you" he says, finally understand your struggles.

You nod furiously. "Exactly! He just doesn't want to work with me! For some reason he just doesn't do the work he usually does in my head. Normally, I just have to think about him and the story writes itself! Why Ori? Why does he not work with me this time!"

He reads the last sentences a few times more. "Hmmm...." He flips through the other pages. "Hmmmm...."

You tap your foot impatiently.

"Hmmm-"

"I HAVE HEARD THE HMMMMMMMMMMM!" In your defense, the main character has been bugging you for a few days or so. Otherwise you would, of course, never shout at pour little Ori.

Ori smiles, closing your notebook and handing it back to you. "It looks like your main character is based on someone you know in real life."

You snatch your notebook back from him, pressing it defensively against your chest. "No."

The dwarf keeps smiling. "That is unfortunate, because you know, if he was based on someone you knew, then you could just observe that person. Maybe they will tell you more about your main character." He turns around. "And it just so happens that that person may or may not be teaching Fili and Kili right now. There, right at the shore."

Your eyes follow the direction he is pointing in. "It may be that the sun will help me with my writing" you said thoughtfully.

Ori looks at you from the side. "Of course, the 'sun' will help your writer' block."

"Thank you for understanding" you said, happily skitting off towards the sandy shore.

As you come closer you start to hear the sound of growling dwarves. This time they are not fighting because they have to. Apparently Dwalin had taken it upon himself to, once again, humiliate the Durin princes by challenging them both to a fight.