You Found Me

Thorin/ OC

Disclaimer: Mmmm, yeah decidedly not mine,

Summary; Thorin was transported from Middle-Earth to Earth. More specifically into my bed. Now I have to teach Thorin the ways of 21st-century Cambridge, New York. Romance? Maybe. Hilarious shenanigans? Most definitely.

Chapter 1, Not So Quiet

Thorin Oakenshield was sleeping peacefully in his chambers. Unbeknownst to him the wizard Gandalf has crept into his chambers, planning to transport the dwarf to parts unknown (to Thorin at least).

Gandalf tucked a note into Thorin's breast pocket and giggled rather maniacally, preparing the transportation spell. Within seconds Thorin glowed a mystical blue and disappeared.
Gandalf strolled from the High Kings' former chamber, whistling merrily. Time to inform the elder of the two sister-sons that he had a temporary job.

Vivian Aithne slept dreamlessly in her flat in Cambridge, New York. The year was 2013, and she was as far from Middle Earth as humanly possible. A sudden weight on her bed and an unfamiliar arm curled protectively around her waist woke her, Vivian squirmed around so that she faced the person at her back. Thorin grumbled and pulled her even closer, so that she had a mouthful of the dwarves' beard. Vivian started kicking and hitting everything possible.

Thorin slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the delicately broad shoulders and slightly muscled arms that were beating ineffectively at his midsection. Thorin sat them up and turned around, gripping her shoulders and bringing her eyes level with his, he looked closely at her face trying to find any resemblance to the tavern wench that he thought he'd sent away the night before. The girl caught him rather by surprise when she surged backward, slamming his head into the footboard, and effectively knocking the Dwarf King unconscious.

Vivian rose from the arms of the dwarf, feeling rather triumphant, and ran into her bathroom for the emergency rope that never really had a purpose but sat in the medicine cabinet any way.

"Thank God." Vivian muttered to herself.

Peering around the door to the man still out cold on her bed , Vivian let out a calming breath and walked slowly out to her kitchen. A paring knife in hand, she stepped over to her bed and, cutting 1 ½ foot lengths, began to tie the stranger to the posts.

" Guess Girl Scouts all those years ago was helpful after all."

Once the strange person was sufficiently secured Vivian began to inspect him. Kinda creeperish yes, but she needed to know what she was up against.

A thick black beard obscured most of the lower half of his face, and hair of the same color streaked with white-grey. Strong-looking hips, powerful calves- surprisingly hairless- and, was that? Ohh. Yep, definitely male. Vivian shuddered, and began perusing his torso. Broad shoulders, well-defined muscles.

In a word? This guy was buff.

"What's this?" Vivian moved so that she was sitting on the stranger's thighs, ankles to either side of his knees , and pulled a piece of parchment from the pocket of his nightshirt.

The outside read; To My Dearest Vivian. Okay, odd. Vivian opened the note and read it, muttering as she did.

My Dearest Vivian.
I love you most. Don't ever forget that. This is Thorin Oakenshield, Dwarven King Under The Mountain. I've sent him to live with you because he has lost all semblance of the man he once was and he needs a re-education. I've chosen you to lead him on the path to recovery and becoming a worthy king. He'll be taller than one would expect for a dwarf, I've made some modifications to assure better blending. I'll come and collect him at your birthday picnic.

Adorations and Exaulations

Ian Mithrandir

(P.s. Watch your language, young lady!)

"Mother of Hell." Vivian cursed. The paper became a wad of nothing in her clenched fist and she cursed again. "Damn you Mithrandir! Send me a strange man! Expect me to care for him and retrain him! Make him into a 'worthy king'! Oh, yeah, sure I don't care! I don't have a life! I can just drop whatever I'm doing and do as you ask!"

She dropped her chestnut brown head onto Thorin's chest. "What am I going to do?" She groaned into the cotton shirt.

"You could start by getting off of my legs and telling me who you are and where I am." The chest beneath her forehead vibrated as the deep voice rumbled above her.
Thorin's voice seemed expectant and spoiled. Vivian sat up and slapped the Dwarf square across the mouth.

"Whether or not either of us likes it, we're going to be stuck together for the next 5 months, and there is no way in HELL I'm going to tolerate being spoken to like that! Especially by someone who is only here by my good graces!"

Thorin's outraged look was almost comical! "YOUR GOOD GRACES?! Any wench should bow to me and serve me in anything and everything! I AM KING!"

Vivian raised her chin defiantly. " Well for a king you sure aren't in a very good position! And I am no common WENCH! I am your EQUAL and I DEMAND to be treated as such!"

With these words Vivian brought her hand across Thorin's face again. Tossing her hair over her shoulders and pulling her nightdown up to cover her shoulder, she reached into the drawer at her bedside. Vivian jumped from his legs, and, socks in hand, ran back into her bathroom, exiting this time with pink camo DuckTape.

"Woman, what are you doing?! Stop! I command y-! MM! MFGLR! MMMM!"

Vivian grinned. "You seem incapable of speaking civilly, therefore you won't be able to speak at all. When you calm down and decide to apologize I will untie you, remove the covering on your mouth and feed you. Meanwhile I will shower, eat, and probably read."

"MMMMH! MGMHGFDH! NNNNGH!" Thorin's eyes were murderous as he struggled and screamed against his bonds.

Vivian smiled. "I'll see you in a bit, my flower!" With that she left singing in the direction of the shower and something to throw.

Hi! I hope you enjoyed it ! I would like at least 7 reviews before I post again! And if anyone can tell me which movie Vivian's last line came from I shall reward with Thorin-Nommies!