Flashback

Year 2740

Erebor

"How will I know you won't forget me"?

"I will always, always remember you", he said, his lips lightly brushing over hers, "my love".

"I'm so sorry" she said close to weeping, "I mean, being what I am". She was human and cursed to die sooner than later. Tears welled up in her eyes and slowly started to cut a stream down her face. This would be her last night, last moment with him, last time she would see the beautiful face of Thorin.

"No, don't you ever say that" he breathed, his forehead touching hers, "you are the most elegant and beautiful person I have ever met". Their lips finally touched, it was tender and intimate. Thorin broke away and looked into her signature storm grey eyes that he feel in love with the moment he saw them, smiling he said," even if you don't have a beard". This made her chuckle lightly, this was a side of Thorin for only her to see, the kind, sensitive, and slightly humorous person only for her eyes, ears, and touch.

And while she was thinking this, Thorin was just marveling at her laugh, it was like silver bells tuned to perfection. He was also marveling at the rest of her, her hair that was so light and fair it seemed to shine like mithril, and at this time burned orange with the fading sun. And as they looked into each other's eyes in silence, he brushed his lightly callused hands on the part of her arm that was not covered by her winter dress and cloak. Her skin was fair, but the sun kissed and breathed life into her flesh.

She tilted her head onto his shoulder and sighed in content. And there the two lovers sat, enjoying each other's presents and watched the sun set toward the Great Greenwood. Time went on and Thorin shifted and kissed that crown of her head.

"I made something for you something for you" he whispered into her hair. His large hand slid to his pocket and retrieved a chain of high quality gold. On the chain was a charm of a gold and bronze bird in flight with rubies encrusted on the wings and body. It was not the sheer beauty of the bird that made her breath catch in her throat, it was the type of bird Thorin had decided to make. In her culture, this is what you would give for someone to heirloom. It was a Phoenix, the bird and guardian of the eternal flame, the bird who never dies.

"Thorin" she gasped when she found her voice again, but still that was all she could say,"Thorin". She absentmindedly stroked the feather etching on the underside of the bird's belly.

"I wanted to assure you that I am a dwarf true to my word" his hand wrapped around hers," I will never stop loving you. And when we met again in the great halls of another world I will love you tenfold more than I do now".

Tears of bitter sweetness now ran freely down her face, she smiled," do I have to put it on myself"? Thorin scooted behind her, took the necklace and draped it over her collar and snapped it into place. She leaned back into his broad, strong chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. "I will never forget this moment" she said dreamily.

Again, he kissed her head and said, "Neither will I".

As the sun continued to sink she started to sing in her crystal clear voice and Thorin rested his head between her head and shoulder, and listened.

Taking over this town, they should worry,

But these problem aside I think I taught you well.

That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.
And in the winter night sky ships are sailing,

Looking down on these bright blue city lights.

And they won't wait, and they won't wait, and they won't wait.

We're here to stay, we're here to stay, we're here to stay.

Howling ghost they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lion-heart.
A lion-heart.

His crown lid up the way as we moved slowly
Pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind.
Though far away, though far away, though far away
We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same.

Howling ghost they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lion-heart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you're a king and I'm a lion-heart.
And as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
'Cause you're my king and I'm your lion-heart.
A lion-heart, a lion-heart, a lion-heart, a lion-heart
A lion-heart, a lion-heart, a lion-heart, a lion-heart

Howling ghost they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lion-heart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you're a king and I'm a lion-heart.
A lion-heart, a lion-heart, a lion-heart, a lion-heart
A lion-heart, a lion-heart, a lion-heart, a lion-heart

When she finished only the last few golden rays of sun remained. "No I will never forget this moment or you, my dear, dear Amalia"

Present

Year 2941

Near Trollshaw

Thorin couldn't help but smile as he dreamed of that love filled night on that hidden ledge on Erebor before he didn't have to think about retaking it. But he was also sad, for that was the last time he saw Amalia. (AN: it has been close to 200 years since he's seen her, do the math). What he didn't know how ever, was that that was not the last time he was ever going to see her.

Hey! People of the Hobbit Fandom. I'M SAYING THIS NOW THIS IS ABOUT AS ROMANTIC AS IT GETS BESIDES KILIEL IN THIS FIC! DON'T LIKE THAT, SEE YAH. but still stick around. its going to get good

BTW the song is "king and lionheart" by OF MONSTERS AND MEN , ONE OF MY FAV BANDS PLEASE LOOK THEM UP!

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