The Hobbit Imagines IV

Imagine explaining autism to the Company

This imagine was requested by woolflower a long time ago. Sorry for the delay. The request in short: Imagine having to explain Autism to the Company after a meltdown caused by an elf.~

I hope that this is what you had in mind :) I don't have autism myself, but I used some second hand information from a woman from my internship and some info I could find on the internet. So I hope that this story does people on the autism spectrum justice.

I'm working on the other requests that have also been waiting for a long time!

You are loved and you have value <3 All of you do!

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The Company was still locked up, unable to move forward on their long journey. They had come so far and now they were stuck in place. Most of the dwarves voiced their disagreement by banging against the bars. Others yelled all sorts of profanities upwards, hoping that their captors would hear them.

In of the other cells, there was another noise. Someone pacing around in their cell.

It was you.

"I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't." Turning around you tried to sit down on the ground, but immediately got back up again. "Why, why, why, why is this happening?" 

"(Y/N), this isn't helping. Just sit down. We'll take care of this" Gloîn said from somewhere over yonder. 

You reached inside your pocket. Out came your three stressballs. You crouched down on the floor. One by one you put them down in the right order. First the small yellow one, then the middle sized purple one and then the green large one. "That is how the color spectrum wheel works" you muttered to yourself. "Starting at the top at 12, and going clockwise after that."

"This makes sense. It all makes sense. It will be alright, as long as things make sense." You wrapped your arms around yourself. 

Light footsteps came down the stairs. Two elven guards checked on the prisoners. Food was shoved into their cells. No meat. Just vegetables and some fruit. A dwarves' worst nightmare. 

One of the guards came to your cell. Without a word, they shoved your plate inside. 

It made a strange sound; the clay of the plate scratched the floor. The hairs on your arm stood up. A feeling of electricity spread through your body. It stayed in your hands, you were unable to keep them still. You tried to shake it off but it didn't work.

"Look at them. No manners. Probably raised by pigs" the elven guard scoffed.

You jumped up. Still moving your hands rapidly to get the feeling out of your body. "I'm not raised by pigs!" you shouted. 

"Oh, it's got a voice" the guard said. 

The food was all wrong. It was all wrong. It wasn't the right time for dinner yet. Still at least an hour to go. That is what your stomache told you. Who knew what the time really was in a place so far under ground? 

And then there were carrots on your plate. You didn't do carrots. "No carrots. I can't eat carrots for dinner today."

"Why not? Carrots are healthy for you." The guard leaned in closer. "Eat up. Don't be so ridiculous. Get over yourself. You should be thankful."

"DON'T SAY THAT! DON'T SAY THAT!" Your head started to shake. It was out of your control now. "I can't. I'M TRYING!" There were so many tears. They clouded your vision. 

"(Y/N)! Sit down" Bilbo said from the cell across from yours.

"THERE ARE CARROTS! THEY ARE SAYING I'M A PIG! EVERYTHING IS GOING ALL WRONG!"