(MyFIRSTXReader!!)The Power of Words: OrixReader

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!WARNING!
THIS IS FAIRLY LONG
NO JOKE
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

The Power of Words; Ori x Reader

 By C. T. Smith


 On the journey to reclaim Erebor and slay the tyrant, Smaug, the dwarves, including yourself, have decided to stop to camp. You are a very strong, capable dwarf maiden that was aloud on the trip because of your constant question about it to Thorin. His low amount of tolerance toward your begging made him give up in any attempt to stop you from joining. You can fight, in spite of your sex. At first, everyone laughed at the sight of a woman amongst them, but you showed them wrong. Some dwarves could already tell your capability, particularly Ori.


Sense the day all of you met at Bag End, something made him attract to you like a magnet and metal. You are breathtaking, flawless, talented. He couldn’t find a thing he didn’t like about you. Unfortunately, he can’t find himself to say anything to you. He is young, sure, but not the best when it comes to looks or sociality or manliness. Along with that, Dori is always on him about everything. Spotting Ori with a girl would fully activate Daddy Dori.


Ori lays out a pitiful excuse for a bed near a tall—very tall—tree and pulls out his thick journal of everything from drawings of all the dwarves to geography about Rivendell. He immediately takes out the quill that acted like a bookmark to see what he was working on as everyone else prepares for rest. It is a description of you. Ori doesn’t know himself why he started it, thinking capturing your beauty in mere words is utterly impossible. The way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you walk. He finds himself sick—sick in love. It was certainly better than any other disease he has gotten in the past, but he fears of anyone finding out. Anyone could just take the book—especially Kili or Fili—and reveal it to you, to show the truth, to ruin Ori’s life more. He doesn’t want you to know, but at the same time wants to see your reaction. Would you love him back? He awkwardly waves his hand to rid of the idea as if a bug were bothering him. “Whatever,” Ori says under his breath, continuing the sentence about your gorgeous, (E/C) eyes. Just then, another sleeping bag is laid next to him and a familiar voice says, “What’re you doing, Ori?”


It is Dori, of course, wondering on his brother’s behalf. Usually, Ori would openly talk to his eldest sibling to help get some thoughts out of his head or make him feel better, but lately, once they left Bilbo’s hobbit hole, Ori has been quiet, too quiet for Dori’s taste. Ori’s face soon turns more pale than flushed as he throws his arms on the journal. “N-nothing,” he stutters, “I’m just writing as usual.”


“What is it you are writing?”


A lump forms in Ori’s throat. “N-nothing,” he shakily repeats with a false look slapped on his face. He hopes for Dori to just escort himself away, to go bother Nori, but he just leans closer to the book.


“Ori, what are you writing about?” demands Dori. Ori simply shakes his head, unable to talk. Then, Nori comes along, easily snatching the journal from Ori’s poor strength.


It’s still on the page about you. “What’s this?” Nori asks jokingly, not planning to actually read it, rather pretend, until, while scanning it, something catches his attention. Ori goes red. The writing is fairly long so it takes a while for Nori to lift his eyes. A laugh erupts from the thief. “PFFT—AHAHAH!!”


You, Fili, Kili, and Bofur are having a barrel of laughs and giggles and chuckles on your own, but knowing Kili and Fili in particular, they want to understand just what is so funny. They stand, casually walking over, Bofur and you following behind with the same curiosity. Sure, Nori did laugh, but not like this. Ori then begins to realize all the attention he has brought to himself. Why? he thinks, Oh why, oh why, oh why?! Ori drops his head in his hands, covering the blush. Just why?!


“What’s so funny?” Fili questions.


“Yeah, what’s all the commotion about?” Kili adds just for the wanting to talk, probably. You watch silently through a cluster of taller dwarves in front of you.


“It appears that our little Ori has a crush on someone, lads,” says Nori with an amused look. Fili and Kili turn to each other, smiling.


“Well,” Kili says, “Who is it then? Some lass back in the Blue Mountains? Maybe I know her.”


Ori is stunned. He lifts his head and opens his mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. His lower lip simply quivers, unable to conjure up any more than a squeak. Of course, she isn’t in the Blue Mountains, or at least right now.


“Or are you into guys, Ori?” Fili questions jokingly, but Ori doesn’t take it as a joke. With a surprising amount of strength, he rips his book from Nori’s hands and darts off, unsure what to think.


He doesn’t go very far, either. Once he approaches another tall tree, he settles down, laying against its trunk. How could they do that? he asks himself, How could they so heartlessly make fun of me? Of course, they’re jokes, but hurtful nonetheless. Ori sighs, noticing his teeth chatter. It is colder than he noticed. Must’ve been invisible with all the heat emitting from his face. Surprisingly, Dori hasn’t shown up yet, pouring compassion all over the ginger. Maybe he’s too busy scolding the lads who started the jokes. Ori draws his body closer together, folding his legs so his knees point to the nearly dark sky. He sits the journal on his knees and continues his journey through his own personal thoughts. Well, they’re not very personal anymore. Nori read the whole thing. Sooner or later, he could point out that it is you. The description is too accurate for him to not get it eventually, there being more than the one description, if he noticed to look.


Ori finishes up the last few sentences, emotionally exhausted. “Why is love so difficult?” he mutters, but apparently it’s louder said than thought.


“Are you referring to Nori busting his gut over something you wrote about a miss?”


Ori’s eyes widen. He knows that voice. It’s you.


His head whips back to see the same dwarf he fell for when the journey began. Maybe when he claimed to not be afraid of killing Smaug at the table, he was just doing it to prove his worth to you. How stupid that was. He not only made a bigger fool of himself, but that statement just made him appear even weaker. Anyone who speaks with such false boldness is automatically labeled a wimp.


You can tell Ori isn’t at all ready to talk. Not only does he look timid, but he is. Timid and shy and naïve. “Can I sit down next to you?”


He awkwardly nods. He just can’t say or gesture “no” to you. You sit down on the grassy plain, still wondering about who Ori likes. “So,” you try saying as casually as possible, “who do you love?”


Ori turns that same fire red, maybe even a shade darker. He leans in on the book, shading the bold ink words, just staring down and slightly shaking his head, not wanting to say “no”. You furrow your brow, but soon let your face muscles relax and let out a giggle. His timidity and shyness makes him even cuter. “Have I met her a time before?”


He nods. Technically, you have met yourself, but he isn’t so sure you would come to that conclusion so easily. “Hm,” says you, perplexed on who exactly it would be, “Maybe reading what you wrote would help me guess?” It isn’t a question, but how you said it made it more of a question than anything. You are implying something, of course.


Yes it would, he thinks fearfully. Ori doesn’t want their relationship to be even more awkward, especially if you don’t feel the same. He shakes his head firmly. You give a face that makes his heart melt. “Please?”


He can’t say no to you, no matter the consequences. Reluctantly, he hands over the book, keeping it on your description, more like a poem. You’re completely oblivious to it being you as you begin to read.


Sick in love


A woman so beautiful, no matter just seeing her.


I wish I could say that she is like no other.


With hair so (H/L), (H/C) and (E/C) eyes so bright


Why can she never stray from my sight?


An angel from above, graceful as can be


But not a dwarf, anyone can see


Filled with spirit, filled with life


Understanding wrong from right


A laugh with the power to stop despair


A smile with the power to take care


She’s out of my league


It’s as if she’s far away from me


Where I can’t follow


Where I’m always mellow


Her words amaze


She doesn’t get the deserved praise


She doesn’t see it


I see it


What she’s capable of


Why I’m sick in love


Why I can’t stop dreaming


And notice the change in season


Snowflakes fall, temperatures rise


But nothing matters compared to the fire in your eyes


 


You’re so near


Yet so far


I want to touch you


I want to love you


Am I crazy?


Crazy in love


 


She doesn’t see it


I see it


What she’s capable of


Why I’m sick in love


Why I can’t stop dreaming


And notice the change in season


Snowflakes fall, temperatures rise


But nothing matters compared to the fire in your eyes


 


I want to love you


But it’s a fool’s hope


Can she love me?


Can she try?


I’m just sick


Sick in love


 


You gape at the page, thinking of it to be a beautiful piece of literature, but still blank as to who it is. You noticed while reading that it mentioned the color and length of your locks and a pretty way to explain your (E/C) eyes, but anyone could have your eyes or your hair. “Beautiful,” you say, “but I don’t know who it is…”


Ori sighs. “(Y/N),” says he, feeling an oddly satisfying shiver go through his body. Hearing him talk is a new experience. You let the journal rest in your lap. Making a humming sound, like a “hm?”, you alert him that he has your attention. “It’s… I-It’s,” he falters at your name, somewhat scared. He’s still afraid of what you’d say. “It’s… you.”


He waits on the edge of a cliff for some kind of comment to show how revolting it was or how disgusting and gross he is. Instead, he gets a completely unexpected reaction. Your cheeks are dusted pink and you hand back the book with a small smile. “R-really?”


“R-really,” he says, still stunned, “It’s about you.”


While the journal rests in his lap, you bend over to scan it again. “Graceful?” you question, “A despair-stopping laugh? That can’t be possible…”


“I think it is.” Ori is amazed at his own words. He isn’t even for sure if that was him talking. Why would he say something so bold?


“Heh, at least someone does.” You smile at him and earn an adorable grin from him. He notices you shiver and begins sliding off his coat.


“Y-you’re shaking!” he exclaims, placing it over your shoulders. The heat it your cheeks keep your face fairly warm, at least. Now Ori shivers and without a doubt, you snuggle up against him, keeping him less cold with both of your body’s heat. Surprised but nonetheless in glee, he relaxes and nuzzles you.


 


They’re coming.” Gandalf finishes deciphering the ancient dwarvish written in a book he took from the hand of a skeleton propped up against a cold wall in the Mines of Moria. He recognizes the fine handwriting; Ori’s. With a heavy heart, he continues to flip the pages until they reach the back cover. Printed on the inside of the back cover reads a name, but not Ori or any of his family members.


(Y/N). Malah be with thee forever.


The Grey wizard sighs, missing his friends from the days of old. The book is very impressive, too, but taking it along would not only be difficult, but saddening. Before he’s ready to tell the rest of the fellowship to depart, he hears the loud bang of a skull falling down a well-like structure, soon following a bucket, a chain, and the remains of the body. Not only does he have to bear the burden that a lot of good people died here and he even knew some of them, but now he has to deal with the stupidity of one hobbit that doesn’t know how to stand still


“Fool of a Took!” Gandalf shouts as he shuts the journal with a snap, coming over to take his belongings from Peregrin Took or as they know him as, Pippin, “Next time throw yourself in and rid us of your stupidity!”


Soon, they hear Orcs. They draw their weapons, barricade the door as best as they can, but once they break the door down and they begin empting into the room, Gandalf mutters under his breath, “For the dwarves of Erebor."


THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GETTING THROUGH THIS IF YOU DID; I APPRECIATE IT!
I'M SO SORRY, I PUT DOWN THE WRONG PERSON!
I MEANT :iconbeautyandstrength: WROTE A BETTER ORIXREADER, BUT HEY, I TRIED!
HAD TO SWITCH THE BEAUTY WITH THE STRENGHT LOL
SO SORRY!
Ori, Dori, Nori, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Pippin, and Gandalf belong to J.R.R. Tolkien
You belong to you

God bless
~Knuxie-Bro


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BeautyAndStrength's avatar
Aw! I notice some similarities between your story and mine, but that's alright. It was cute and sweet. The ending made me cry a bit, though.
Then again, I just wrote a very heartbreaking Balin X Reader, so I shouldn't say anything. Good job, nonetheless!