Chapter 21: Left in Laketown Extended Scene

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The following party was raucous and most of the Dwarves really got into it. Particularly Bofur, who soon ended up singing and dancing on top of one of the tables. Moira had lost count of how many pints of ale he had drank. But Moira had only one thought. She barely touched her fish stew. As soon as she could, she caught Fili's eye from across the room, and gave him her best come-hither look, before turning and heading up the stairs to the private rooms that the Master had provided. She didn't look back to see if he followed, but when she was halfway up the stairs and heard a pair of loud Dwarvish boots taking the steps two at a time, she smirked to herself. Soon she was in her room, and she heard someone enter behind her and close the door.

Moira turned, and Fili was leaning against the door, arms crossed and smirking at her. He still had his golden hair bound back into the tight Viking braid she had given him, which gave her an unobscured view of his strong features. Over the poorly-fitting human clothing from Bard, he was now wearing pieces of metal armor that had been given to the Company by the Master, which clearly came from the Laketown guards. Two pauldrons covered his shoulders, connected in front and back by a leather strap and buckle. Despite the worn nature of the hard-spun clothes beneath the armor, he looked magnificent. He leaned causally against the door, the flat of one foot braced against it. His brilliant blue eyes were scanning her body, looking her up and down.

"So, I guess you're not hungry." she tried to sound causal even as the way he was looking at her was filling her mind with all sorts of naughty images.

He growled deep in his throat. "Not for anything they're serving downstairs."

Damn, he was a silver-tongued devil, wasn't he. His eyes still locked on hers, he very slowly, methodically, reached out and turned the lock on the door. Click. Moira's stomach fluttered madly. "We have an actual bed tonight," Fili stated. He pushed himself from the door now, using the foot that had been braced on it. He stalked towards her slowly, purposefully. His eyes blazed as he continued."And tomorrow we may be facing a dragon."

"Are you giving me the last-night-on-earth speech?" She teased him playfully.

"Perhaps." He was almost upon her now. "Maybe I just thought I was being smooth."

Moira smiled down at him. "You were. It was very sexy."

"Good." Fili stretched upwards then, and Moira met his questing lips eagerly, eyes fluttering shut. One of his large hands landed on her hip, pulling her possessively closer. Her hands landed on his hard chest. She could feel the heat radiating from his body through his clothes as their tongues tangled in their dance. His kiss was hard, desperate, instead of gentle like how he usually started. He kissed her like he was trying to devour her, like he was starving and she was the first bit of food he'd seen in weeks. The hand on her hip slid around her waist and downwards, cupping her backside and giving it a squeeze. Moira moaned into his mouth. He broke away for just a moment, nibbling her bottom lip as he did so, drawing another moan from her. "I've been wanting to do that all day," He breathed. "Ever since we escaped those damned Elves." He nipped at her neck, drawing a gasp, and then set to soothing the mark he had left with kisses. Her hands were clinging to his neck as she swayed slightly from the force of his attentions.

This whole affair was stupid, Moira knew. Everyday she was falling more in love with him. If she couldn't save him, it would absolutely crush her. Even if she did manage to keep him alive, after the battle he would have a responsibility to carry on the Line of Durin. Meaning he'd have to marry some Darrowdam from a noble family. Letting herself fall for a prince was beyond stupid. There was no way they would have a happy ending here. But her heart had always had a mind of its own, and it never learned its fucking lesson, it seemed. So Moira figured she might as well enjoy the ride while she could.

Her hand slid around his neck, and she pulled hard at the thick braid she had given him, and he hissed in response, his eyes darkening. "Bed. Now." he commanded.

Moira giggled, and she couldn't resist teasing him. "Oh, we aren't going to take our time?" She pouted, throwing his words from a few nights ago back at him. "Savor every moment?"

"There will be plenty of time for that later." He kissed her again, hungrily, his tongue ravaging her mouth, making Moira's entire body quiver with anticipation. As he kissed her, he pushed her forward, backing her towards the bed, until the backs of her knees hit the mattress and she was falling backwards into its soft embrace. Then Fili was climbing on top of her, sliding his large hot hands under the ill-fitting dress as he did so, gliding up her thighs. His blue eyes were dark and stormy as he growled out: "I'm going to take you every which way, and then take you again."

Oh Gods yes. All Moira could do was moan in response as he claimed her lips again while his fingers sought out her center. She gasped his name into his mouth, and all thought fled from her as his thick digits brushed aside her smallclothes and swirled around her hole. Fili pulled his mouth from hers and began to lick her ear.

"Oh, Mahal, you're practically ready for me right now," Fili purred into her ear. "Are you always this wet, or is it just for me?"

"It's you, Fili," Moira gasped, bucking against his hand. "You turn me on so much!"

"Good." he growled, and the feralness of the sound made Moira shudder as his mouth closed around the shell of her ear, teeth nipping almost painfully. Fili's fingers plunged into her, and she couldn't keep herself from crying out. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." He promised in a throaty, husky voice. Fili's mouth moved to the crook of her neck, biting down roughly as his fingers set a fast and steady pace within her core.

"Yes, please!" Moira pressed herself down onto his hand desperately, fucking herself on two of his thick digits. Her hands went to his back, and she fumbled to undo the buckle holding on the metal shoulder-guards. When it came apart she tossed them aside, and his mouth descended on hers again, his tongue spearing into her mouth, as his fingers were doing the same between her thighs. His free hand went to her breast, fondling her roughly through the suddenly unbearably heavy fabric of the dress, and Moira wiggled and mewled in response. The sound elicited a growl from Fili. His hand came up to the top collar of the dress and, not bothering to undo the buttons, he ripped downwards. The dress came apart from neck to waist, parting to reveal her breasts. Moira heard the buttons pinging off to distant parts of the room, even as her vision clouded with stars from the rough pawing she was receiving from Fili's calloused hands.

"H-Hey," Moira managed to pant out. "I was going to return that dress to Sigrid!"

Fili shrugged. "I'll buy her a nicer one with the gold in Erebor."

He savagely attacked the now-exposed breasts, his mouth sucking and biting the delicate flesh, and Moira completely forgot her objections as his hot mouth enveloped the almost painfully hard point, his tongue swirling around it, bringing more gasps and moans from her.

"I've been holding myself back since the river," he nipped at her pink nipple, causing another loud moan to fall from her lips. "I need you now," his voice was hoarse with desire.

"Gods, Fili, yes," Her hands went to the sash serving as a belt, and she struggled to untie it, as Fili had clamped his mouth onto her other nipple and showed no sign of letting go. He was suckling her as if he was a babe, and Moira writhed under his weight. Once the sash/belt was off of him, she hauled him back up to her mouth again, once again using the thick braid on the back of his head for leverage. When his face came to hover above hers again, his pupils were so dilated she could barely see the blue of his eyes. He growled again and bit her lips, and when she gasped in response he plundered her mouth with his tongue again. Through it all he continued to fuck her with his fingers, and he added a third now, making her cry out. Moira pushed the over-sized brown coat off of his shoulders, and he finally pulled his fingers from her heat in order to shrug off the offending garment. He pulled the underlying tunic off as well, so now he was bare-chested, wearing only his trousers and boots.

Moira barely had time to admire the sight of his well-muscled chest before his mouth was crashing on hers again. He hauled her to her feet, never breaking the heated kiss.

"F-Fili," she moaned his name into his mouth, and Fili savored the feeling of her body trembling against him. He pushed the sleeves of the dress off of her shoulders and down to her waist. She deftly wiggled out of it, and it pooled around her feet, leaving her wearing only her linen smallclothes, which had grown increasingly wet as the result of their activities. Fili gripped her by the hip and pulled her to him, plastering her nearly-naked body to his, letting her feel the hard length in his pants. Her hands went to his chest, she braced herself against his hard muscle as she felt nearly dizzy as she shamelessly rubbed herself against his body.

She leaned down to kiss him, but instead he raised his right hand to her mouth, two of his fingers still coated in her slickness. He spread that sweet oil over her bottom lip, and to his surprise, Moira eagerly sucked the thick digits into her mouth. She set to sucking her own juices from his fingers, her delicate tongue swirling around the end of each finger teasingly, her eyes locked on his blazing blue ones as she did so. "Mahal," he groaned as she continued to suckle his fingers. The warm wetness of her mouth was driving him crazy, and even though it was just his hand she was ministering to, it sent fire to another part of his body that he would dearly love to see her dark pink lips wrapped around.

His wish was granted. After a few more moments of the sweet torture, she pulled the fingers from her mouth with the sound of a small pop! "Fili," her voice was a breathy whisper. "I want to suck your cock." Fili nodded dumbly, not sure if he could possibly say anything coherent at this point. She grinned wickedly then, dropping to her knees in front of him. For a moment she fondled him through the rough-spun fabric of his pants, and Fili couldn't control the way his body buckled into her, begging for more contact. When she finally drew his manhood from his trousers, pushing his smallclothes down with the breeches, the head of his cock was already weeping. She gave him one last smirk before she leaned forward, darting out her tongue to swipe the slit, lapping up the precum that betrayed his excitement.

Fili heard a keening sound, and it took him a moment to realize it had come from him. She smirked again, before taking the head in her mouth and beginning to suck. His hands found their way to her hair, and Fili concentrated on not shoving himself fully into her mouth as he revealed in the sensation. One of her hands gripped his cock tightly at the base, and she slowly let the head of his manhood slip out of her mouth, swirling her magnificent tongue around the head of his cock before enveloping it again in the wet heat of her mouth. Fili watched her at first, fascinated to see so much of his manhood disappear into her mouth, and then reappear, slick with her saliva, before she took it again. She couldn't take the entire shaft into her mouth, in fact she probably managed only about half, but with her other hand tightly gripping the base of his cock, it didn't matter. Soon Fili was lost, throwing his head back, eyes shut, moaning her name repeatedly as one hand gripped her shoulder tightly, and the other gently caressed the braids he had given her only hours before.

"Yes, lass, that's it. Just like that, Moira," Fili felt his entire body strung as taut as a bowstring, and he knew he was close to his release. When he began to feel her voice vibrating around his cock, he looked down in surprise, and found that her unoccupied hand had slipped between her legs. She was rubbing herself vigorously through her smallclothes as she sucked him off, and he could feel her moans as she neared her own completion. The sensation, combined with the sight of her below him, finding undid him.

"Oh Mahal, yes!" Against his will Fili's other hand gripped her hair and his hips bucked forward as he came, burying himself deeper in her mouth as his body shuddered and emptied him of seed. Moira gagged slightly, but took it all, swallowing his release dutifully. As he came down, panting, Fili realized what he had done. A little guiltily, he released her hair and pulled his softening cock from her mouth. But she looked up at him with a pleased smile, not seeming to mind too much. A little of his seed had overflowed from the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin.

Fili pulled her up to him, wiping at the white fluid at the corner of her mouth with his thumb, smiling as he did so, before kissing her passionately. "That was amazing, lass," He breathed. "Did you finish yourself?"

"No, not yet."

Fili nodded and started to lower himself to his own knees in front of her, but Moira pulled away from him, shaking her head. She wiggled out of the smallclothes, and then turned away, walking to the edge of the bed and planting her hands flat on mattress. She spread her legs wide so that he was greeted with an intoxicating view of her quivering womanhood, sopping wet and waiting for him to fill it. She smirked over her shoulder at him. "I want you to take me from behind." Fili groaned, running his hand down her back as the fingers of his other hand came to grasp his manhood tightly, beginning to slowly pump himself back to hardness. His hand glided over her, mapping her curves, to squeeze the firm roundness of her behind, and he slipped his fingers between her cheeks, brushing the puckered hole there momentarily before he dipped further downwards, to graze her soaking wet folds. She shuddered at his touch, but her bewitching dark eyes never left his.

"Mahal, you are a treasure," Fili marveled at her total lack of shame. In her heated gaze there was no evidence of the nervousness about her body that so many of the lasses he had bedded displayed. How did I get so lucky? He thought to himself. But instead he asked her "Are you ready?" his throat nearly closing up in the force of his anticipation.

She nodded at him, and Fili stepped closer to her, still grasping the base of his cock in one hand as he spread her folds with the fingers of the other. Part of him wanted to tease her, to make her beg for him as he had that night outside of Mirkwood, but Fili didn't think he could take that right now. Instead he slowly bought the head of his thick cock to her entrance, and he watched her face carefully as he slid inside. Her eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion, and at the same time a moan ripped from her throat, and Fili struggled to keep from increasing to a breakneck pace right away. Instead he slid slowly out and back in, giving her time to adjust to his girth. He continued like this for several strokes, going a little deeper each time, until a breathless "Please," fell from her swollen, well-kissed lips.

Fili knew he was smirking as he carefully increased the pace, because she was pushing back against him insistently. And oh Mahal, the tightness of her fitting around him, the coolness of her human skin under his hands, the breathy way she gasped his name out as he angled himself carefully to find that secret place inside her. He reached around with one hand to cup her breast. They were not overly large, but not small either. They fit perfectly into his hands, as if they had been made to do so. She moaned with he cupped her, and he felt the nipple harden beneath his fingers. He twirled the nub in his fingertips are he pumped into her, and soon the gentleness of his thrusts was gone, replaced by the primal need of an animal at rut.

"Moira," he was moaning her name now, and the breathless sound of it shot fire straight to her groin. "My Moira. Mine. All mine." He was punctuating each word with a savage thrust deep into her core, holding her hips tightly with one hand to control the depth of the penetration, not letting her buck back against him as her body was desperate to do.

"Y-yes, Fili, I'm yours, all yours!" she responded, making Fili growl and fuck her harder. His head dropped to rest against her shoulder blade as he continued to pump into her. His large hand was still fondling her breast, and when he suddenly pinched and twisted the nipple harshly, she cried out loudly. "FILI! Oh yes, again, harder, fuck me!" He sped up now, biting and sucking on her neck, as he continued to roughly abuse her nipple, drawing moans and gasps from her that lit him on fire even more. Fili could feel his orgasm approaching, but he refused to let it take him until she found her release. From the strangled sounds she was making and the tremors starting to ripple through her body, he wouldn't have to wait long. He grit his teeth, struggling to maintain control, and let the hand on her breast slip lower, gliding down the taut muscle of her stomach, past her bellybutton, to find the little bundle of nerves just above where they were joined. When she threw back her head, gasping desperately as Fili stroked her clit, he swallowed her cries with his mouth. She turned her head towards him, kissing him back hungrily over her shoulder as he pounded his thick cock into her mercilessly and stroked her nubbin, swirling it between his thumb and forefinger. Fili felt her body shudder and her walls begin to clench around him, and he knew his own movements were becoming more erratic. Finally, she let out a strangled cry at the same time as her walls clamped tightly around him, and Fili finished a heartbeat afterwards, spilling his seed deep within her as her body shook and she cried out his name.

They were both breathing heavily as they came back down from their shared climax, the aftershocks rippling through their bodies almost in harmony. "Moira, amrâlimê," Fili planted gentle kisses to her shoulder blade and the back of her neck as she recovered. She was still trembling, and he saw she was struggling to hold herself upright after the intensity of her orgasm. He wrapped his arm around her waist to support her suddenly boneless body as he slipped out of her, watching in pleased fascination as a little of his seed dribbled down her thighs when he did so. She swayed as he turned her around to kiss her, gently now. Her hands swept up his chest and clutched at his shoulders for support as their tongues glided together, gently probing each others mouths. His arms were still encircling her waist as they kissed, supporting her as she recovered her strength. "Fili," She breathed in a reverent tone, resting her forehead against his. The corners of Fili's lips quirked upwards in a minuet smirk, and for a moment they both stood there, savoring their connection.

"Shall we try actually getting into the bed this time, amrâlimê?" He asked her presently. Moira laughed lowly, tugging gently on one of his mustache braids as she did so. "We'd better. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stand."

Chuckling, he swept his arm up under her knees and swept her off of her feet. She made an adorable squeak of surprise, and her hands went automatically to his neck. He easily climbed into the bed, still carrying her somehow, and laid her against the blankets. He drew himself up over her, placing his weight on his forearms, planted on either side of her head. He gazed at her for a moment, watching her watch him with dark eyes drowsy with pleasure, before gently lowering his mouth to hers. The kiss was tender, his lips working carefully on hers, a caress more than a kiss, really.

"Amrâlimê," He breathed against her lips.

"Amrâlimê," she repeated back to him.

Fili started, pulling back to look at her, and to Moira's shock, began to laugh.

"What?" Moira was confused, which only made Fili laugh harder, dropping his head to the crook of her neck in an attempt to stifle the guffaws.

"Fili, what?!" she demanded. "What did I do? You've been calling me that since Mirkwood. I thought it meant 'I love you' or something."

Realizing the gesture that she had been trying to make, and hearing the annoyance creeping into her voice, Fili made an effort to subdue the laughter bubbling up.

"It means 'my love'." Fili's shoulders were still shaking, and his blue eyes were clearly amused beyond words. "But that's the feminine. It's only used to refer to lasses."

"Oh." A flush of embarrassment crept up Moira's cheeks, and Fili thought it made her even lovelier. "Did I just call you a girl?" She really did seem terribly embarrassed.

"Aye, but it's alright." His bearded lips were still smiling, although he forced his laughter down for her sake. "I know you're also attracted to lasses, so I'm not too terribly offended." He joked.

"Even after you just worked so hard to prove what a virile male you are?"

He laughed again, and shrugged, still hovering over her.

"You're very secure in your masculinity."

He cocked an eyebrow at what was, to him, a very odd comment."Any reason why I shouldn't be?"

"No, of course not. But most human males I've known would be horrified at what what I just did, and have to engage in a lot of ridiculous chest-thumping behavior."

"Well, I'm not human."

"No," she said softly. "You're better." Fili seemed pleased at that statement, and he bent to kiss her again, his tongue licking her lips, seeking entrance. She gladly granted it, sliding her hands up to caress his face, and for a while they just kissed and basked in the afterglow of their coupling. When he pulled away and rested his forehead to hers, eyes closed, soft smile on his full lips, she asked the question.

"What's the masculine version, then?"

"Amrâlumê."

She looked up into his blue eyes. "Say it again." It took her a few tries to wrap her tongue around the foreign word. When she finally got it, she looked him deeply in his incredibly bright blue eyes and whispered "Fili, amrâlumê."

Fili was sure it was sexiest thing he'd ever heard. He made love to her gently this time, soft and slow, taking his time to caress her body back into a conflagration of desire and need that had her burning for him again. He gazed into her dark eyes lovingly as their bodies tangled together and they became one once more. He told her he loved her while he was still inside of her. The intimacy was almost too much for Moira. She kissed him again, trying hard to feel only love and not fear as he kissed her like she was the only woman in the world, moving himself gently within her. She was definitely going to drown in him.

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