I am new to this so this will be my first ever smut. I am writing for FUN only, but if there are any obvious mistakes then feel free to message me.
I welcome any constructive feedback, as well as your opinions and suggestions. I hope you enjoy.
WARNING: This story will contain smut. If this is not your thing, you may not want to read further.
She was certainly no ordinary woman, thought Kili as he made his way over to her through the crowded market streets of Dale. Lightly muscled arms, calloused hands and wild hair braided with beads of sapphire blue and glittering silver gems. Not many people offered her a second glance, her clothes in the fashion of the men of the town, and many thought her either odd, or dangerous.
They were right in both senses, that the young dwarf knew, and it was partly for this reason that he approached her now. She looked up as he neared, hammer poised over the metal swords she was working, before she recognised the face of the youngest heir of Durin. Quickly, she replaced the hammer back on the work bench and straightened, bowing low as he came to a stop near her. Kili flushed a little, still not used to being treated like royalty, and cast his eyes around the forge nervously until he could gather his courage.
The woman waited patiently, never taking her eyes off of his face, until Kili met her questioning gaze. He was not sure how to even broach the subject with her, as he was certain the information he had already gained about her was strictly personal, but he had to know. It concerned his uncle, the man he looked up to and respected as a father – he had to know why he had chosen her.
'What is your name?' he asked, his voice not quite so commanding as Fili's would have been in this situation. A royal prince commanded, they did not ask timidly, but Kili could not quite make himself appear cold and authoritative.
The woman smiled gently, 'My name is Dala, my lord.'
'I…I have seen you many times in Erebor,' said Kili. 'Especially with...with my uncle, and I just wanted to…I heard something concerning you.' The young dwarf felt himself blush at his stuttering and half-finished sentences, but his nerves were getting the better of him. Dala appeared quite shocked at first, until her face descended into contemplation and finally, resignation.
Kili watched her closely, wondering if he should demand an answer instead of asking so politely, when Dala nodded to herself and beckoned for him to follow her. She hastily erected a sign that told potential customers of her absence, before leading Kili through a side door and into a comfortable sitting area. Kili felt a little guilty at the inconvenience he was causing, but his curiosity was burning brightly now and it seemed like he was finally getting somewhere. Days of speculation, asking Fili's opinion, and being told to 'mind his own business' had only added fuel to the fire and this was the ultimate pay off.
Dala gestured for him to take a seat, before she threw tea leaves into a kettle and put it to the boil, 'Would you mind telling me what it is you heard?'
Kili licked his dry lips, 'I heard Balin and my uncle discussing an upcoming ceremony, so I…I listened in, I thought it was my brother's coming of age,' he added, feeling more than a little guilty at his invasion of privacy. Dala made no comment, but carried on preparing their tea until she set his cup down in front of him. He took a sip before continuing, 'Balin was saying something about finding a hidden clause in some legal document, which allowed the King to…to marry one of common blood.'
The blacksmith sighed and replaced her cup on the table next to her, 'I see. So you think he was talking about me?'
'They mentioned 'the blacksmith' after they discussed the legal document,' replied Kili. 'I didn't know what they meant, until I found out that the blacksmith was a woman.'
She laughed at that, 'You made a bold guess, my lord. However, it will do me no good to lie to you, and it appears half of the population of Erebor and Dale will know the truth if your uncle holds important conversations within hearing range of others.'
His heart beat a little fast as he asked, 'So I was right? You…and….and my uncle are…?'
'Allow me to explain,' she said, taking a sip of her tea. Kili nodded and settled back in his chair, pleased to know that he was the first one to know the full story, and would have found something out before his older brother. Dala smiled at him, 'You are not the first to express surprise at my profession, indeed many take it as an insult that a woman should practise such skills in plain sight of men. However, no one has dared approach me with these opinions…no doubt you can guess why.'
'My uncle?'
'Precisely,' she said. 'When I first met your uncle, I was nothing more than a sell sword, wandering the wilderness, aiding causes here and there with my skills and getting paid enough to scrape by. My father taught me to fight, having always wanted a son, and I was more than eager to learn, having always wanted to please him. Thus, when he died and my mother not three days after him, I was forced into a nomadic life.'
Kili frowned, 'I'm sorry.'
She shook her head, 'It was so long ago, I can hardly even remember their faces; yet my father's teachings have never left me, and had it not been for his determination to have a warrior for a child, I may never have survived. As it was, seventy years after I left my home in the far west, I came across a wizard.'
'Gandalf, I'll bet.'
'Of course,' she chuckled. 'I believe I met him while you were having a stand-off with the men of Dale, as this was the reason he came to me. My skills were decent enough to earn me a respectable reputation, and so I was offered a small fortune in return for my aid against the goblin army that…I have been told since…you were not then aware of.'
Kili nodded, remembering the time well, thought it was years ago now. Thorin had been driven mad with anger and gold lust, cursing the halfling to hell and forbidding any of them to leave the mountain on pain of exile. Had it not been for Bilbo, they would have all perished. Dala, noticing his melancholy, hastily resumed, 'I fought with you in the Battle of Five Armies, leading a small band of dwarves that you would call thieves, blaggards and rouges; but I called them kinsman, and they fought with me truly until the battle was won.'
'I have heard of such men,' said Kili, wondering which clan they were from. 'They say criminals stick together.'
Dala nodded, 'That they do, though I assure you I am no thief or murderer. I helped them though, if they had gotten themselves into scrapes or fights. It was how I managed to feed myself, and I made friends that way. I had no choice.'
Kili nodded in understanding, 'I would have done the same, no doubt.'
She smiled, 'Luckily for me, those days are behind me. Gandalf introduced me to Thorin, telling him of my actions, as well as the promise of gold. Of course, he did not at first believe a word. It annoyed me, quite frankly, and I gave him a piece of my mind…which somehow seemed to turn his anger into curiosity.'
'You stood up to uncle!?' asked Kili, incredulously.
'I have never answered to anyone, and I do not take insults lightly. Your uncle found that out the hard way,' she explained, smiling at the memory. 'Once Dain's men, for that was whom my little band of outlaws belonged to, had accounted for my actions – I was not given the money. Instead, your uncle offered me a job – here.'
'I accepted at once, having longed for a place to stay and rest and live all of my life. I thought it was the best gift anyone had given me, and we came to a mutually beneficial agreement,' said Dala, draining her cup. 'He started visiting me every day, at first to see how well I was doing and if my skill was of a high enough quality; then it was to check the progress of some of his orders; then he came to ask me about my life, and my parents. I was confused and slightly irritated at the constant interruption, though I could not refuse the king, not after he had given me this opportunity.'
'Then what happened?' asked Kili, who was now back to sitting on the very edge of his seat.
Dala's eyes suddenly slicked to a spot directly above Kili's head before she grinned brightly, 'Ask him yourself.'
Kili felt his insides turn to ice as he froze in place, eyes widening in fear. He heart heavy footsteps come closer to his chair, before the air beside him moved and Thorin sat down next to his nephew, blue eyes intense in their scrutiny. Kili bowed his head, before inching his eyes upwards and tentatively meeting his uncles gaze, 'I'm sorry, uncle.'
'A little late for that, don't you think?' he said, voice low and gruff as ever. The king exchanged a glance with Dala, who shrugged and smiled serenely back at him, before he turned once more towards his youngest heir. 'We will discuss privacy, as well as suitable punishment later. However, since we are so far into this tale, we may as well get it over with. Come, insolent one. What is it you want to know?'
Kili trembled under the force of Thorin's eyes, swallowing thickly as he forced his voice to croak out, 'Why did you choose her? How did…how did you know she was the one?'
The king was silent for a few moments, thinking the question through. Dala appeared to be waiting also, no doubt eager to hear the answer herself, until Thorin seemed to take a deep breath.
'I didn't know, Kili.' The answer was unexpected, but Kili could sense the truth behind the words. Thorin looked at Dala, who gazed back at him questioningly before he added, 'It's something you feel, rather. I tried to imagine myself marrying a princess, as I was expected to, and I could not do it without feeling pain. No one has ever dared contradict me, raise their voice at me or deny me anything for as long as I have lived. Yet Dala,' he said, his smile sudden as it was brilliant as he nodded towards her, 'she did all of those things fearlessly, and I could not help but admire her for it. I need to be told when I am wrong, or acting unkindly and a princess would never have dared do it. I want to respect my wife, admire her and be proud of her…as well as love her. That is what I have been looking for all these years, and I never found it until now, because I was looking in all of the wrong places.'
Kili felt himself smiling despite it all, looking between his uncle and the blacksmith with understanding and affection. Their love, it seemed to him, was honest and true – not the result of some arranged marriage between two kings with nothing but gold as their incentive. It was the result of a love strong enough to defy the customs of their race, ones that his uncle had always strictly adhered to, and Kili felt a little proud of his uncle for that. Though the man was known to be rough, harsh at times even; he had never seen his uncle love, or even kiss another living soul. To see this kind of tenderness in the eyes of Thorin, as he looked upon this unassuming woman, was a miracle in itself.
'I understand,' he said finally, rising to his feet. Thorin snapped his gaze away from Dala, obviously forgetting Kili's presence in the room for a moment, and coloured a little in his cheeks. 'I have training with Dwalin in five minutes, so I will leave you. I swear this conversation will not leave this room by my doing.'
Thorin nodded, 'I should hope not, Kili. Tonight, you will report to the council chambers for our discussion. For now you're excused. It is not advisable to keep Dwalin waiting.'
Kili nodded hastily, before bowing and practically running out of the door. Once he was gone, Thorin turned back to Dala and raised an eyebrow, 'Care to explain yourself?'
Dala looked unphased, 'He overheard your conversation with master Balin, discussing the legality of marriage outside the royal line. Your nephew is quick as he is curious, my lord. It did not take him long to find me, and start asking questions.'
'Those nephews of mine,' grumbled Thorin, rising from his chair. Dala copied, thinking he was getting up to leave, before he held out his arm to stop her, 'My duties for the day have been resolved more quickly than I anticipated. It would please me if you joined me for a walk.'
Dala felt her heart leap at the prospect, 'But the forge? I have orders to meet.'
'Gloin, and his young son Gimli, are handling the work for today,' he said, waving his hand dismissively. 'You are not needed in the forge, so perhaps you will consent?'
Suppressing a grin, Dala nodded and Thorin seemed to stand a little straighter. He led the way out of the little room, through the forge and out onto the street where people gazed at them with a mixture of awe and curiosity. The men bowed, the women curtsied, and Thorin greeted them all with a smile and an incline of his head. His guard followed at a short distance until they came to the edge of the forest surrounding the borders of the market town, where they suddenly stopped and spread out in formation, facing away from the retreating couple.
Dala became a little worried, 'Thorin, people will see! We are not yet married! What will they think if they see you walking into the forest with a woman?'
The king smirked, 'My guards have spread word that a rare metal has been discovered by the elves, and we go to discuss prices with them in their own territory. That will stop any dwarves from following, and the men of dale have no love of metal…or elves really…so we are in no danger there.'
'But why?' she asked, feeling a little apprehensive as they broke through the line of trees and plunged deeper and deeper into the forest. The trees were thick and close together, Thorin leading them off the beaten track and down past bushes, thick brambles and hedges so close together that – had Thorin not had tight hold of her hand – she would have been utterly lost. Finally, they emerged through the last obstacle and into a very beautiful clearing, overshadowed by a very large Mallorn tree. Dala was surprised, wondering why Thorin had brought her to this spot, under a tree associated with elves of all races.
He took off his coat and laid it down, before sitting and patting the ground next to him. His coat felt luxurious underneath her, the warmth of his lingering body heat, as well as the thickness of the fur, was enough to elicit a groan from her and a chuckle from Thorin, 'I found this spot whilst tracking a stag through the forest. I'd lost sight of Dwalin and Oin, who'd gone on ahead of me, and stumbled across it by accident.'
Dala looked around, noticing the small flowers colouring the long grass here and there. They were entirely hidden in the long, green stems and Dala could feel her pulse racing at the thought. Why had he brought her there? 'It's beautiful,' she said, honestly. It really was. The air was warm and fragrant, there was no sound at all save the wind through the leaves and the gentle hum of insects buzzing around their heads.
Seconds ticked by until she simply had to ask, 'Is there a purpose for bringing me here, Thorin?'
The king did not answer immediately; instead, he looked a little nervous himself as he cast his gaze around the clearing, leaning back so that he was propped up on his elbows with his legs stretched out in front of him, 'I simply thought you would like it,' he replied eventually, looking up at her with a slightly mischievous smile.
Blushing, she looked away, before she felt him tugging at her coat on the back, urging her to lay down. She did, not wanting to disobey him, and closed her eyes against the glare of the sun in her face. It was lovely like that, she decided. It was relaxing to simply lay there, with Thorin at her side, his scent washing over her every now and then as the wind carried it. However, when a shadow loomed over her blocking the light behind her eyelids, Dala again felt the apprehension. Thorin's deep blue eyes were boring down into hers, his body turned to the side so that he was half laying over her, his left hand playing with one of her tresses that hung down at her hip.
Mahal, he was handsome. His right arm supporting his weight, hand tangled in his thick dark hair, showing his muscular body off to its full advantage. He watched her eyes travel down his body, reaching down past his waist and across his thighs, his smirk growing; obviously, he knew what he was doing when he brought her there. Her father had never really warned her about this sort of thing, so intent was he in training her to fight. However, she knew enough not to be lured so easily into his trap. He may be attractive, and the king of Erebor…but he was not her husband yet.
Dala smiled at him pleasantly, before sitting back up and pulling at the grass below her. Thorin huffed in annoyance and copied her, his eyes never leaving her face. Dala faced him, trying to convey the fact that she had boundaries and morals just as well as the next self-respecting woman, as she asked, 'How did the meeting go yesterday?'
The king looked away then, clearly disappointed that his charms had not worked on her this time as he replied, 'That was the reason I came to see you. Balin has found a clause stating that a king has the right to revoke and amend changes to the rules within his kingdom, so long as the new rules are left in place for a minimum of fifty years.'
Dala blinked in surprise, 'You intend to change the rules of marriage, then?'
'I'm not sure,' he said, meeting her gaze once again. She nodded, downcast and resigned, which Thorin immediately picked up on. 'You mistake me,' he said, reaching out and taking her hand in his. He kissed her fingers, his lips warm and supple and it caused her to shiver, 'What I mean is, I cannot change the rules alone. I will have to put it to the other council members, and the decision must be unanimous.'
Dala sighed in relief, though her fear did not go away. She offered him a smile though and Thorin returned it warmly, 'So,' he said, inching his body closer to hers. Dala did not move away as his hands settled at her waist and pulled her onto his lap abruptly. She gasped, blushing hard at the position she now found herself in, straddling his thighs with her arms about his neck. The king kissed the hollow of her throat, 'We will be married as soon as possible.'
'But we are not married yet,' she reminded him, looking down to where his face nuzzled her neck.
She bit back a moan, not wanting to encourage him further, but the feel of his rough whiskers on her sensitive skin was so delicious her body eventually betrayed her. She shivered in his lap, causing his arms to encircle her waist and pull her closer, holding her there tightly, 'No one would know,' he said, sounding less like a king, and more like a young dwarf no older than his youngest nephew.
She shook her head, 'I would know, and it would not sit well with me. The self-control we exercise now will be rewarded once we are married, and our wedding night is before us.'
Thorin groaned at that, and Dala could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her. He was still kissing her neck, occasionally snatching a few kisses just above her breasts. Her bodice covered enough, though being endowed with a woman's figure, they inevitably bulged a little out of the top, 'Oh Mahal, I want you, Dala!' he growled, hands stroking up her sides and lingering suspiciously close to her chest. 'Please, do not deny me.'
She leaned back a little, 'In anything else, you know I could never deny you. But this is my choice, Thorin. Stop trying to force the issue.'
'I am not forcing!' he ground out, a little outraged.
Dala sighed, thinking she had better put a little distance between herself and her betrothed before he did something they would both regret. However, Thorin seemed to anticipate her move and pushed her back onto the grass with a gasp and squeal of surprise from her, rolling so that his body was above hers and his hips in between her parted thighs. He held her hands above her head, eyes dizzy with desire. Dala was breathing heavily in both fear and arousal, 'Thorin! Enough, please! Release my hands.'
Suddenly his eyes cleared and he seemed to shake himself, releasing her hands immediately. He supported his body on his hands then, looking down into her face with an expression of such horror and guilt that she lost her anger at his actions on the spot. Pushing himself back, so that he was resting on his knees, the king shook his head.
'Forgive me,' he pleaded. 'My desire for you grows by the day and I am struggling to stay away from you, but I would never have forced you, Dala. I hope you can believe that. It is not who I am.'
Dala did not move from her position laying under him, 'I know that. I have seen my fair share of young lovers on my travels and, though I have never experienced it myself, have often seen how easily desire can lead to more. I do not want us to break every rule of your kingdom, though. This one certainly.'
Sadness turned to understanding and a little pride as she smiled up at him, though the desire for her had not completely gone. His eyes raked over her body again before he asked, 'Am I permitted to kiss you?'
Nodding, Dala reached up to tug at his shirt, urging him back down. Though intercourse was off the agenda for now, she was not exactly adverse to other forms of intimacy. Thorin did not need telling twice. He complied easily resting on his forearms as his hips aligned with hers once more, his erection still pressing thick and hard into her stomach. He kissed her softly at first, relishing the contact as her arms wound around his neck and her fingers into his hair. He resumed stroking her sides again, moving just shy of her breasts, until Dala reached down to take his hand in hers, moving it so that he cupped her breast.
He paused, shocked, before moaning her name softly and squeezing her breast lightly, rocking his hips slowly. Their kisses got more heated then, his tongue tracing her lips until she allowed him into her mouth, angling his head so that he could kiss her as deeply as possible. Small sounds of pleasure were escaping her also, though that probably had more to do with the feeling of his rough hand against her bare skin, as they found their way inside her shirt. Thorin kissed her for a moment longer before pulling away and looking down at her heatedly, 'Take it off,' he commanded.
Dala frowned, 'Take what off?'
'Your bodice.'
'Thorin!'
'I promise I will not go further,' he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
She thought for a moment, weighing up the severity of the act compared to a lot of the courting she had seen from other dwarvish couples. His hips still rolled against hers, his breath a little uneven, and she felt a little sorry for him at that moment. He clearly needed something, even if she refused him what he really wanted, and besides…he was the king.
'Fine,' she said, as she began to slowly unclip the metal buckles that held it together at the front. Thorin watched this eagerly, eyes glittering as he hastily pulled her coat from her shoulders, before pulling his own shirt over his head and discarding it over his shoulder. Dala took the opportunity to ogle him now, thinking she had at least earned that right after narrowly avoiding a temper tantrum before. He was glorious to look at, despite the many scars and marks of battle and near death that littered his lightly tanned skin. The muscle was bulky and hardened, his chest broad and covered with smatterings of black, course hair that trailed down and disappeared under his waistband.
She bit her lip in appreciation, which did not go unnoticed. Thorin grinned, 'Like what you see, blacksmith?'
Dala smirked back at him, 'You're well aware just how much I do, me and just about every other female within a hundred miles of Erebor.'
Thorin became impatient then, taking over the unclipping of her tight bodice with suspiciously practiced hands, 'I care nothing for 'other females' and their opinions.'
'Good,' she replied, as the restrictive corset popped open and Thorin threw it back to where his shirt lay behind him, 'because I am no princess. I find swords more cutting than words, and I have no problem using that against people.'
Thorin gasped at the sight before him, her skin naked before his eyes. He cupped her breasts in both of his hands, his hips finding a harder, quicker rhythm as he buried his face between them. Heat travelled to the junction between her thighs, and she arched up to meet his thrusts, causing their skin to rub together and the king to moan loudly, 'Dala!'
Relishing the feel of his hot, sweat licked skin against hers, Dala ran her hands down his broad back until they found his waist. Grabbing his backside roughly, she squeezed hard and felt satisfied when he cried out and began thrusting against her in earnest now. His right hand grabbed underneath her thigh, holding her leg up and over his shoulder and his left hand propped him up, 'Oh Mahal, Mahal,' he moaned, his voice gruff and husky with need. 'So close, zirikh zu!' Dala wrapped her free leg around his hips and urged him on faster, knowing just how much he needed this.
His lips found hers again, crushing hers with force and surety, moans and sounds escaping him between each kiss. Suddenly, his hips stopped and his eyes scrunched up. Dala frowned, 'What is the matter?' she asked breathlessly.
Thorin's arms trembled with the effort to stay up, 'If I carry on, I…I will come.'
Nodding, Dala rose up and pushed him to his knees, before circling behind him and reaching around to undo the laces of his trousers. Thorin turned to look at her with a question on his lips, which she silenced with a long, slow kiss. When she pulled back, the fastenings had fallen apart and she reached inside, grasping his thick length and stroking him hard.
Thorin cried out, hands gripping her thighs that were on either side of him, and rocked his hips forward and backward in time with her strokes. She kissed his back, tracing her tongue over the scars that were eye level with her, and allowed her other hand to sneak into his trousers and cup his balls, rolling them and stroking them softly, which sent him into a frenzy. Cursing and groaning, he tilted his head back so that it rested against hers, his hips thrusting into her hand as he desperately tried to find his release, 'Faster!' he hissed, as sweat trickled down his chest.
She complied, redoubling her effort until her arm began to ache and she felt pre-cum running down her hand and arm. Thorin's breathing became laboured again and his grip became vice like on her leg, 'Gonna come, Dala!' he warned, just as his balls tightened and the first spasms of orgasm caused his length to twitch. 'Ah! I'm coming!'
And he did, hard. He roared his release, exploding thickly onto the grass before him as his seed ran through her fingers as they slowly brought him down from his high. She stroked him gently as he rode out his orgasm in her hands, before he began to soften and her hand fell away. Wiping the semen onto the grass, Thorin collapsed back against her and breathed deeply for a few moments, until Dala was almost sure he was asleep. However, he sat up suddenly, tucking himself back into his trousers and turned, capturing her lips once more.
Dala felt arousal throbbing in her nether regions, the ache both pleasant and painful, until he suddenly cupped her – rubbing in circles. This elicited a delighted groan, and her own hips bucking beneath his hand. Thorin grinned, 'I want you to moan for me as I do this, so I can have that memory in my mind when I am alone.'
She smirked, 'And what do you plan to do with such a memory?'
Thorin slid his hand beneath her waistband and stroked her slick entrance with his finger. He groaned at the same time she did, his finger circling her entrance teasingly, playing with her clit as he answered, 'Moan with you as I find my release. Your face alone has served me well up till now…but I want more.'
The thought of Thorin stroking himself to orgasm in bed, alone, and calling her name to the gods was enough to rip a strangled cry from her. Thorin began kissing her again, his finger plunging into her tight entrance, and the pain that lanced through her forced him to pause and allow her to adjust. Eventually, Dala urged him on until he was fucking her with his finger, Dala whimpering and mewling under his touch. After a while he added two, then three fingers, until she was riding his hand and crying out his name into the clearing.
Thorin continued kissing her, lips, neck, breasts and face until he felt her walls begin to shiver, 'Come for me, my love,' he begged, hand moving fast and hard within her. 'Say my name. Come for me!'
She complied, 'Thorin! Ahh, I'm coming!'
Her walls spasmed suddenly, clenching and unclenching around Thorin's fingers as her orgasm coursed through her. Thorin watched as her face contorted in ecstasy, his arousal returning somewhat, until she collapsed back onto his coat.
Four hours they lay there, after staying awake long enough to get dressed again and rearrange their clothes. Dala lay on her side, with Thorin spooning her from behind – one large arm curled around her protectively, the other grasping the hilt of Orcrist tightly in case someone – or something – came upon them.
