Authors – Leon [ leonshadow . / ] and .

Title – To one in paradise

Part – 1/…

Rating - NC-17

Pairing – Thranduil/Thorin, Bilbo/Thorin, Dwalin/Frerin, Dwalin/Fíli, Thranduil/Kíli, Thror/Thrain, Thrain/Thorin,

Summary – An alternative version of the hobbit where the quest might not even be main subject, for it is replaced by love.

Archive - Our site .

Disclaimer – These characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, we only try to give them more depth (They might have been adjusted a bit to our liking). We do not intend to make no money of this. The title of this fanfiction comes from one of the best poems of Edgar Allan Poe; we do not own this, it is a mere form of adoration.

Feedback – We would love to have some feedback.

A/N and warnings - This story contains several kinds of dark fantasy and deals with disturbing matters like, graphic rape, graphic violence, drugs, lots of love and far more.

Author's notes – We had a lovely storyline for approximately 2 months and we both thought it'd be nice to share it with you, so after editing it all, here it is!

PS: We still are editing the oncoming chapters.

Chapter 1

Erebor had been very busy lately on preparing themselves for all the company they would receive very soon. In approximately one day the king of Mirkwood would arrive and the dwarves were determined to show how much better they were than those elves. They have been allies yes but elves and dwarves never have been such great "friends".

"Thorin?! Have our cooks gathered all the vegetables?" Thrain was rather worried and easily nerved today for he barely had slept.

"Yes father.. They have, and the meat and the fruits and the wine.." The prince walked up to his father and bowed his head once as he took a deep breath. "Frerin is guiding our guards and Dis is at her maiden practice father." He said and looked up at the older dwarf with a small cock smile.

"I'm sure king Thranduil will be overwhelmed by the mighty ruling of grandpa Thror." Thorin said again yet walked up to the dwarf and pulled his braid straighter. He always had appreciated his father for he knew the dwarf had been through a lot, especially with the loss of their mother and therefore he tried to be as good as a prince and son as he could be although it wasn't that easy. "We should go.. The elves will arrive in less than a few minutes." He stood up straight again and headed towards the great dining hall to make sure the things in there still went as well as they had to go.

"M-minutes?!" Thrain widened his eyes and rushed to his own room to put on some of his jewels, he usually never wore them because he didn't care but he definitely did now. He wanted to show off.

He ran to their hall of arrival, seeing his father already stand there, proud and confident as always. He sighed once and positioned himself beside his father's throne. "Thorin informed me about everything.. We all are fully prepared father."

Thorin blinked a bit once he saw his father run around like that which to him was a quite amusing sight to see. Once he was done he followed his father and positioned himself as well.

"Good, good, we'll have those elves bawl their eyes out." The king laughed shortly but became quiet when Thranduil entered the hall, came further to the throne and bowed once for him, though it seemed as if he showed no kind of worshipping at all.

"My king Thranduil, it is an honour to have you here in Erebor." Thror said and looked at his grandson who was actually quite amazed by this elvenking's appearance. It even made the prince blush slightly which was not something he had planned, nor was it his plan to get all nervous by just watching this king.

"My lord... Our kitchens have been accustomed to your arrival I say.." Thorin spoke as he looked at the elf once and swallowed because his throat went dry. "I suggest.. We move on towards the grand dining room."

Thranduil arrived with some of his guards and most appreciated advisors around himself. He even brought his son, Legolas, to show him the halls of Erebor and broaden his horizon. His arrival was perfect as always. Everybody was perfectly positioned and together they walked to the throne Legolas had heard so much about.

His eyes appeared to be as perfect as his face but somehow seemed emotionless. "It is a true pleasure to once see the men I've heard a lot about.." His voice sounded beautiful as it echoed through the hall. He turned his gaze to Thorin and nodded, smiling in a somehow uncomfortably fake way, though it turned more into a realistic one when he heard about the food and Thorin's discomfort. "I am very curious, Thorin.."

Thorin felt his face flame up when the elf mentioned him as he tried to hide it as good as possible yet his heart raced from his chest to his head and back which caused Thror to share looks with his own son.

"What Is wrong with him.. Don't tell me he's afraid of this elf." The king mumbled to Thrain and looked at his grandson who tried to regain his posture and stepped forward.

"My Lords.. This way please." Thorin spoke with a bit of an uncomfortable voice and walked ahead of Thranduil which didn't really ease his comfort yet he swallowed once hard and turned towards the king again, trying not to look like a flustered fool and held his hand out towards the entrance with a new regained confidence.

"Please have a seat." Thorin waited for the elves to step forward yet made the mistake for himself to follow directly and have the perfect few on the elven king's back side. "This is going to be a long meeting." He mumbled to himself and looked at his father and grandfather once hoping they didn't see too much of his strange attractions to the elf.

Once Thrain took a seat at the table, beside his father, he kicked his son underneath the table and gave him a stern look. Then when he felt those cold eyes onto him again, he looked up at the other side of the table where the elves had taken place. "It also is rather nice to see you have brought your own kin, Legolas of Mirkwood, you are more than welcome here." He gave him a kind smile.

The younger dwarf growled softly when he felt the kick and cleared his throat as he lowered his eyes from his father but faced Legolas and his father again when they spoke.

The younger elf only raised an eyebrow and gave Thrain a look, honestly his attitude, but nodded once. "Honestly I had better things to do than visit some dwarves, but my father insisted me on coming along." He mumbled which caused the young dwarf prince to snort once softly only he himself could hear it.

Thorin looked up when the maids came in with wine pouring in some for the elves first and then for the dwarves. He watched the elves drink it and shared a quick hopeful look with his elders.

"It's good for dwarvish wine." The elven prince mumbled and narrowed his eyes once as the young dwarf was too much focused on how the elven king drank, the wine pouring into his mouth and, oh Mahal help him, he had a problem tonight. He faced his own father and cleared his throat. "A cheering then?"

Thrain narrowed his eyes at his son again and also felt offended of course but he managed to control it. He sighed when his son looked back at him, which made him turn to his father to give him his word. "Indeed, father?"

The elven king had a slight smirk playing on his lips as he enjoyed the sight before him; he hid his smirk though by holding his glass in front of his mouth. Thorin obviously acted foolish and most of the dwarves already showed again how short tempered they were.

Thorin swallowed hard each time he watched Thranduil, yet he did seem a bit disturbed by his eyebrows yet there was just something mighty about him. He turned to his grandfather who now stood up to raise his glass.

"May the alliance between dwarves and elves live on in harmony and all share in.. Each other's wealth." With that the king raised his glass and bowed his head once. "Thorin could you pass the bread?"

Thorin blinked up from his thoughts and nodded once yet took a deep breath to calm down his certain attraction and stood up as he walked with the bread around the table: Helplessly he started with the elven king.

While the dwarves proudly raised their glasses and screamed "Aye, cheers!", the elves politely raised their glasses and smiled but, when they heard the dwarves scream, they together said the same words in Elvish, though not as loud and harsh as their opposing race.

Thranduil emptied his glass rather quickly and smiled as Thorin stopped by to pass on some bread. He noticed a few types of bread in the basket, which was unusual for dwarves to have since their taste wasn't as precise as the elves'. Thranduil bent forwards to the young dwarf and smiled. "What kind of bread do you recommend?"

The young prince gulped once when the elf bent towards him and blushed the slightest again as he looked down in the basket and gave him a flustered but polite smile. "I would recommend the yellow one my lord it's called corn bread it has a slight sweet taste to it but not too sweet either." He beamed slightly proud at knowing the type of bread. "The brown is one its soft and easy to eat but of course it's for yourself to choose what you.. Like..."

He swallowed hard once realising how wrong and awkward it must sound but he waited politely for the king to pick one out. "Or you could try both of course.." He looked at him again and just blushed at the smile the elf gave him, he knew it was rude to suddenly look away.

Thranduil had placed one of his fingers onto his lower lip to tease the dwarf more. "Hmm.. Well.. I'll go for the corn bread then.. I like them hard." He did all he could not to smirk and to stay serious. He grabbed one piece of corn bread and sat up straight again. "Thank you."

Frerin noticed the glasses of the elves quickly were emptied so he rushed to the wine bottles and filled each of them. For once his father could see that he wasn't a fool alone.

"H-hard.. I-it's eh.. Better in the mouth, yes." Sweat broke out of the poor prince when he stared and listened to the elf. He gulped once again and slightly shifted his foot position only to regain some control of his body and nodded politely. "You're welcome my lord." He slowly turned to Legolas and honestly he thanked Mahal for Frerin.

"Ah Frerin how thoughtful of you. This is my other grandson captain of the guards." The dwarven king smiled proudly at the young dwarf and once the boy reached him he patted him onto the shoulder. "Well done lad." He looked at Thrain once again and faced Legolas. "Frerin is an excellent archer."

The elven prince looked slightly offended at them but tried to remain polite. "I see.. If he has some time I'd like to see him to prove himself." He, sadly enough, said far too cocky which had the older prince glare at the elf once and handed him the bread basket fast before walking to his seat again.

"Oh but I would love to, prince of Mirkwood.." Frerin grinned, obviously being too bold to remind himself about who he's talking to. "It'd be my pleasure." He sat back again and started eating a few pieces of his bread.

Thorin looked at his grandfather once whose eyes widened slightly, then at his brother again eating from his own bread but kicked Frerin from underneath the table and cleared his throat as he faced the elves. "What my brother means to say is that it would be an honour to be taught more from other lands." He said as formal as he could and mouthed a 'twat' into Frerin's direction before he looked at the elven king again and cleared his throat he really needed to get some release and the only way how was to sneak away.

"I have to excuse myself for a moment for I wish to see how far the kitchens have prepared the meals already." He looked at his father once and almost unconsciously a bit daring at the elven king before standing up and heading for the toilets.