This is the fastest fanfiction I have ever written. This is it. The ending to the story. I'm not going to be mean and leave cliff hangers all around before I end it. I will just end it here.
I decided to not make Harry rant at you guys about having soulmates because…We're not here to see her cry over the unfairness of the world.
If I had a crush on a guy, a crush so enormous I find every inch of him sexy even if he's locking up people in cages. If that guy told me I was his soulmate, and showed how much he loved me in everything he does. I won't be complaining. I'll not believe it probably. However, if everyone tells me it is true. I wouldn't be screaming and crying about it. I would talk to the guy and get to know him. If I don't like him…Well that's that. Goodbye. If I do, I'll date him. Like how you swipe left or right on dating apps. Harry is dealing with it the way we all do, attractive guy/girl? Well, let's test it out and date him/her! But the plus side to the soul mate, is that everything is speed up, so they fall in love easily. Love at first sight you can say.
Chapter 4
"Echuiv-, nin mel (Wake up, my love.)" Harry moaned feeling cool fingers carress her face, pleasure alights the skin on her back and she shivers slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and her emerald orbs were met with ash blue. Thranduil. His eyes were so warm and bright, so full with love for her. Sappy Boss Elf. She forgot how charming he was. "My love, I feared you would not awaken." He whispers, brushing her raven locks out of her eyes with slender fingers.
"How long was I out?" Harry groaned, rubbing her eyes off traces of sleep. She spelled a cleaning charm over herself, getting rid of the disgusting feeling of sticky dirt on her skin. She stared down at herself. Is this a dress? It felt cool and silky on her skin, covering her body with wide billowy sleeves. Urgh Thranduil changed her clothes didn't he?
"Five days. I feared you succumbed to dragon fire, but it seems that you're sturdier than I thought." Thranduil smiled, and she pulls up her sleeves to take a glance at her arm and shoulder, which is oddly enough far from what she had seen on Thranduil. Her skin was unblemished except for a slightly pinker etch. Looks like magic saved her life.
"You changed my clothes didn't you?" She glares at him. Pervert! Wait, hold on…Did he see her khuzdul soul mark?
"Of course, I did my love, with much difficulty I assure you. I couldn't let you stay in those wet clothes, clinging so tightly to your skin." He sits on the bed, leaning in closer to her, with a seductive turn of his lips. "If I continued letting other men see you that way I would not have stopped myself from leaving my mark on your body." Thranduil's breath tickles the sweet spot of her neck and she flinches, blushing heavily.
"So why is it…"Thranduil whispers, trailing deft fingers up her skin. Her breath hitches, watching the white gems of pure starlight bloom under his smooth fingers. His fingers goes up her left arm, the arm with her dwarven soul mark. Oh crap. He peels off her sleeve, revealing the shimmering soul mark of her stubborn dwarf. He runs his fingers on it, and her body tingles with sparks of pleasure.
"That you have another man's name tattooed on your skin? Especially…A dwarves?" He snarls, pushing her onto the bed, capturing under his arms in a cage. Busted. Harry swallowed thickly. Her body is doing jumps and summersaults at the prospect of having her very hot soulmate loom over her this way, his long silvery gold hair spilling down from his head, his ash blue eyes icy cold. However, her mind was a tad worried about where this would go.
"Thranduil, I had no say in who I want my soul marks to be or of what race they are-"Harry tried to reason with her raging elf, only to be stopped by a growl.
"Insufferable dwarves! It's one of those dwarves in that blasted company is it not?" He spits out the words as if they tasted disgusting in his mouth. Thranduil was not happy. Not happy at all. "But, that dwarf won't have a claim on what is mine." He sneers. Oh. Oh. Thranduil was going all out on mean b*tch mode.
"Thranduil, come on please. I know you hate dwarves but I can't do anything-Ah!" Harry was stopped from her attempt to reason with the pissed off Thranduil, who was gently sucking on the soft spot of her neck, that spot that was a hundred times more sensitive than normal. Oh Merlin. Not to mention, the marijuana tattoos were turning her senses up. She gasped, as pleasure tingled at her skin, travelling south. God. Was he trying to give her a hickey? Her thoughts are broken off when his hands begins to run over her skin, gently, slowly rubbing smooth circles with the pads of his fingers.
Her back arches, and a small whine escapes her lips when he touches a rather sensitive spot of her body. Merlin. He is pressing kisses up her neck, his lips so smooth and slightly cooler than her body. The change in temperature of his skin to hers, made her shudder with pleasure. Her toes were clenched in pleasure, and her heart races in her chest as if she had ran a marathon. God. Thranduil. He stops his ministration, leaving Harry panting for more, her chest heaving from pleasure.
"Did he kiss you too? Did he kiss these lips that should have been only on mine and mine alone?" Thranduil hisses into her ear, leaning forward to meet her eye. God. Pissed off Thranduil was so sexy. He presses his lips to hers in an open mouth kiss. He was suckling her lips, biting it gently with a growl. He broke off taking a quick breath before lunging in again, his tongue twisting with hers, stroking and lapping at the sensual muscle.
Harry felt like she was racing, the pleasurable surges bringing ice to her nerves, and while Thorin was blazing hot fire. Thranduil was cool pleasure, cold, icy pleasure that made pleasurable goose bumps pop onto her skin. She did not know the two different surges of magical pleasure had different feelings to it. He ran his fingers up her skin, and she shivered, her spine tingling with pleasure, her back arched. Merlin. She felt like he was ravishing her mouth. She let out a breathy moan on his lips, and she could feel him stiffen over her as she met his kisses with her own, letting her mouth do its work on his. She was not a stranger to kissing. Not at all. They broke apart panting, face flushed red.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers, his voice so tender, shaking with emotion. "Gin melathon an-uir. Gerog i chûn nîn mi i chaim gîn. Gin melin." His voice, flows fluidly as he speaks his unique language that sounds like a unique song.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked breathlessly, watching her beautiful elf gaze at her with dilated eyes. God, she knew he loved her so much. She could see it in his every move. He loved her so much, he was shaking with it. If you had someone, so utterly in love with you. How could you look away? Harry's heart clenched painfully.
"I will love you for eternity." He whispers in reply, letting his forehead rest on hers. "You hold my heart in your hands. I love you." He smiles, the look on his face so spellbinding, she is bewitched by him. She giggles, brushing his eyebrows, he glances at her with a smile, and a raise of his eyebrow.
"Your eyebrows! They're so bushy!" She laughs. He looks mildly hurt, giving her a sad expression, only to stop when she leans forward to kiss his brow. "But, I love them. They make you look sexy." Thranduil's eyes widened, and he gives her an embarrassed almost bashful smile. Aw. Though, thank Merlin he's currently distracted from the thought of her and dwarves.
"Where am I anyway?" She changed the subject quickly, before Thranduil gets any funny ideas about killing some dwarves. It was not easy putting him in a better mood. Thank God, despite how wise and old he was. He looked about thirty, but she didn't know considering how Legolas…Okay, she should stop overthinking this. Thank Merlin despite his age, he could still be controlled through his dick. She glanced around at the puffy looking ceiling of cloth. It looked like a tent of some kind. A large tent.
"We're in the ruins of the city of Dale, my love." He replied, looking at her his eyes watching her every move like a love sick puppy, a very beautiful, inhumanely sexy love sick puppy. No scratch that. A lovesick angel. If he likes it the sexy way, she would give it to him. She crawled up to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulder, taking advantage of the fact that since he was sitting on a chair, he was currently shorter than her, especially since she was kneeling on the bed. He perks up, and looking pleased.
"Thranduil. If you continue to look at me like that." She grins at him, and lowers her head to press her lips on his ear. "I'll rip off your clothes and f*ck you in bed." She bites his earlobe teasingly, and gently pressing her lips on his pressure point, feeling it race under her touch, his face tinged with a dusting of red. She grins at him, and flounces off to explore, leaving behind a rather speechless, blushing elven king.
-(X.X)-
She spent that day helping to heal the wounded, fixing the ruins of Dale and feeding the hungry with her magic. The people of Lake-Town had all thanked her profusely for dealing the killing blow to the dragon and for helping during these hard times. At night, she dined with Thranduil, socializing with him, and teasing him till midnight. Yet again, she awoke the next morning to an empty bed, without the sweet smelling, big, and warm elf spooning her from behind. This was kind of like déjà vu, being left behind to a cold bed. Urgh. Soul mates. Annoying. Stupid soulmates.
She eased past the sea of elves in gilded gold armour and spears. Thranduil dear, are you freaking serious? You brought a whole legion of elves just to kill Thorin? From what she heard from some of the elves, he wanted to get back his gems of Lasgalen, gems of pure starlight, because he wanted to give it to her. She didn't know whether to feel happy that he would go to such an extent, or really angry because he secretly wanted to kill Thorin.
She did not know what the hell was going on. Thorin must have been worried sick for her that's for sure, but to turn bat shit crazy in six days? How could he not pay back the money he promised to give to other people? Oh come on, he already destroyed their homes. They needed some repayment!
She easily strode to the front of the army of elves and men, to see her Thorin looking so crazed it was almost scary. His face was pale, his eyes lidded by dark eye bags, and his cheeks sunken slightly to show how thin he had become. Harry swallowed back tears. God. He was a wreck. What happened to him? Definitely mentally unfit.
She watched as he screamed at Bilbo over a stone. A tiny little arkenstone. Oh God. He really thought she was dead did he? The only reason why he would be so possessive over that stone would be if she died. He had admitted to her, that she reminded him of the arkenstone and he would protect her just as he would a dwarf to stone.
"CURSE YOU!" He screamed, his voice trembling with so much emotion. He grips onto Bilbo, wanting to throw him off the ledge and to his death. Bloody hell. ""Cursed be the Wizard that forced you on this Company!" He roars in anger, his eyes glimmering with tears. He shoves Bilbo onto the side of the large stone wall. F*ck. Before she lets the wizard, Gandalf speak she is already flinging off her invisibility cloak, to stand before his walls.
"THORIN F*CKING OAKENSHIELD! STOP THROWING BILBO OFF THE WALL!" She roars, watching as Thorin lets Bilbo go. His eyes widening at the sight of her.
"Amralime." His lips mouthed those words, and her heart flutters in her chest, at the look of pure adoration and love for her, relief, happiness and need shining bright in those cerulean orbs. The dwarves were crying loudly in surprise at the sight of her, calling her name.
"Harry! Stand back! I will kill this miserable dwarf and rid us of him from the soul bond!" Thranduil snarls, and Thorin looks stunned by his words. He glares heatedly at the elf.
"What. Did. You. Say?" Thorin bites out, in anger. Shit. She did not tell him about Thranduil. Oh no. Oh no. Oh Merlin's sagging tits.
"I Will Do As I Say!" Thranduil bites back with a proud air to his voice, a smirk on his lips. "You're unworthy of Harry! You're unworthy of her love! And for her, I will Kill You! I will never share a soul mate with someone like you! A dwarf of no honour!" Thranduil snarls, his eyes glinting dangerously. Eh. Why does she have two testosterone filled males as her soul mates?
"YOUR SOUL MATE? HOW DARE YOU!" Thorin roars in rage. His eyes widened in realization when Thranduil grips onto Harry's arm, lightly pulling her back with surprising gentleness for one sounding so pissed off. The flowers, the little blooms of beautiful white gems of pure starlight sprout on her skin, and tiny emeralds the same colour as his soul mark of her name, stains Thranduil's skin in a pretty wave. Harry watches as his eyes met hers with a horrified stare. No. Thorin.
"Give us your answer! Will you have peace?" Bard calls again, trying to reason with Thorin. Stupid idiot! Harry gaped at him. Thorin's so pissed off he won't even- "Or war?" Bard finishes with a solemn tone. Harry watches as a large raven flies to perch on the stone beside Thorin, and Thorin raises his eyes to meet hers heatedly. Oh no.
"I will have war." He growls, and his head lifts to watch the army of dwarves marching from the top of the mountain. Thranduil glares, he turns to his general, speaking to him in his language before stalking off to guide his troops forward to the dwarven army. Stupid! Idiot! Thranduil! Now both of them are going to kill each other along with a few thousands, elves and men. She steps forward after him only to be stopped by an elven general. Urgh. Of course. He asked his generals to protect her.
She flings off his hold on her with a quick zap of her fingers, and quickly disappears under her cloak much to their horror. Ha! Suckers! She steps to the front of the army, watching as Gandalf tried again to reason with yet another pig headed dwarf. Thorin's cousin apparently. It's not as if elves weren't bad enough.
"There is no need for war between dwarves, men and elves!" Gandalf storms forward. "A legion of orcs march on the mountain. Stand your army down." Gandalf tries to say, with a clipped tone. Harry sighed. As if that will work.
"I will not stand down before any Elf!" Dain yells. "Not least this faithless woodland sprite!" He gestures towards her Thranduil, who gives him a mean poker face. Well, her Thranduil always had a resting b*tch face, albeit a sexy one. "He wishes nothing but ill upon my people! If he chooses to stand between me and my kin - I'll split his pretty head open!" Dain snarls. She watches as Thranduil's lips curled into a smirk. Proud arrogant Boss Elf. "See if he's still smirking then!" The dwarf on the warthog, rides back to his soldiers. That does not look so good. Her Erebor dwarves were cheering much to her horror. Oh boy. This was medieval world's version of a soccer match wasn't it?
"Let them advance." Thranduil scoffs proudly, he shoots a death glare at Dain. "See how far they get." Oh Merlin. Thranduil you dumb shit. You're getting egged on!
"You think I give a dead dog for your threats you pointy-eared princess?" Dain calls. Oh good one. Pointy eared princess. That sounded totally like her Thranduil. Thranduil was looking increasingly murderous, his jaw clenched tight. "You hear that lads? We're on!" Dain raises his hammer, triumphantly. "Let's give these bastards a good hammering!" Harry watches as both sides begin to march forward with controlled synchronicity. Her eyes widened at the dwarves. Was that dwarves riding mountain goats? Thranduil orders his men to raise their bow to shoot.
"Thranduil! This is madness!" Gandalf yelled. Oh she agree. She totally agreed. This felt as if the wizard and the witch were the only one sane here. Plus the hobbit. Thranduil ordered his men to shoot, and Harry watched as the golden arrows sliced through the air, and the dwarves stomped over on their armoured goats.
This would have been hilarious if not for the fact they really intended to kill each other. Harry watched in horror and amazement, as the dwarves released what looked like spinning fans into the air at rapid speed pushing off the arrows in one hit. She should do something about this shit. She stomped into the middle of both approaching parties with both hands raised, her eyes closed in concentration
"PROTEGEO MAXIMA!" She screamed, pulling off her invisibility cloak. The blue pulse of energy blocked off the flying fans, the rain of random sharp objects. Good God that could take someone's eye out and the goats reared back in shock. She lowers the force field and clicks her fingers, all the arrows were back to wherever they came from. A freaking waste of resources if what Gandalf said was true. Wasn't Orcs the mutual enemy of everyone? For a moment everyone is silent, amazed by her power. Yes, b*tches she was worth a million men. She took down the dragon for your lives. Not to let all of you die!
"Are you all just plain f*cking stupid or what?" She growled. "Thranduil darling, can you just stop killing off your men for God knows what reason?" She glared at him, and he almost looked scared. Ha. He was whipped. She turned to stare at Thorin. "Thorin dear, just like snap out of it already! Stop being a stubborn money faced little shit!" She snapped at him.
Dain takes the chance to fire another one of those whirling fan like arrows. Suicidal shit. She blasts it into dust with a swish of her wand. Gasps are heard from the Men. Yup, buggers she could turn you into smithereens. That's why there was a difference between magical and muggles.
"Do you want to die?" She asked Dain, with a grin. He blinks at her in shock.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Harry. Harry Potter. Your cousin's soul mate. Really nice to meet you." They both turned at the sound of rumbling coming from the far off mountains. Harry watched wide eyed, as giant worm like creatures, broke through the rocks, chewing on the stone. The shit?
"Oh, come on!" Dain cried. The worms retreated back into the holes they made in the mountains, and the sound of a horn is heard. Harry blinked. That does not sound so good, she watched as legions of Orcs begin to pour out of the tunnels. Wait, why the hell did those worms not just dig a hole through Erebor? Oh. They wanted to take Erebor for their own. Of course.
"The hordes of hell are upon us! Fight to the death!" Dain yelled. Yeah! That's a better reason to fight! Right? Well, at least it's not a family squabble. They really had a bunch of Orcs who wanted to kill them. She glanced at Thranduil expectantly. He sighed, signalling for his men to go. Another horn sounded, and Harry watched as large trolls and various other monsters stomped into view. Trolls? Oh this reminded her of Year 1! Yet, again the enemy horn called. God. It was like a sound of forbearing evil. The trolls stomped forward, going after the dwarven machines.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry called, lifting them into the air, they thrashed and screamed. She threw them, literally flung them across the mountain like a rugby ball. They smashed into a bunch of orcs, flattening them to death. Damned trolls. The dwarves cheered. Her eyes widened at the next horn. Bloody hell stop the horns already! She watched her eyes wide as the city was filled with screams. Bard had already rode his horse back to the city to save the women and the children.
She swivelled her head around on hearing another sound of the trumpet. The barricade of rocks, the gateway to Erebor was smashed by a large statue and she watches as Thorin rushes out with the company and through the ranks of the Iron Hill dwarves. He meets her eye, a smile on his lips. He turns to growl at the orcs.
"Du Bekâr! (To arms!)" He roars, charging forward to slice at an orc. Finally, he's stop being stupid. Harry smiles proudly at him, her stubborn dwarf. She apparated to the city, armed with her wand. She glared, her eyes glowing emeralds at the orcs that killed the poor people that littered the streets.
"Avada Kedavra!"
-(._.)-
As always, when you have too many orcs to kill. You go for the Boss first. Harry was yet again hiding under her invisibility cloak. She had already ushered all the remaining women and children into a safe place, and erected shielding charms for protection. Currently, she was at the very source of the constant sound of horns or at least she thought this was.
She followed the sound of fighting, travelling up the tower to see an orc holding. Was that Fili? In his hands. Her eyes widened at the sight of him hanging over the edge of the tower, Thorin was standing below them, his eyes wide open watching the sight looking stunned. F*ck! Her nephew! The orc sneers, shouting some ghastly words of its language. She had to save him!
"No!" Fili yells. "RUN!" He screamed as loudly as he can, in a vain attempt to tell his family to run in safety. She watches as the orc raised his arm which a silver sword was lodged deep into it. Stupefy? No! Fili would fall to his death. Expelliarmus? The freaking sword was in his arm!
"Deprimo!" She snaps cutting at his remaining wrist, and the orc hisses in pain letting go of Fili instinctively, just as he thrusts his sword into Fili's fleshy back. "Protego!" The shield protects Fili from being cut too deeply, and Fili falls down the tower with a scream. Oh shit. She runs to the edge, spelling a cushioning charm, watching as Fili lands safely onto the ground, looking stunned but alright. God. That was hard to do. Oh crap. Harry turned to watch a very angry orc, walked towards her. She jumps off the ledge, and lands on a cushioning charm, safely away from the orc. The orc snarls in anger.
"Are you alright Fili?" She asked, kneeling down beside him, beginning to heal his wounds. Fili nods, blood gurgling from his mouth. Crap. Internal injury. At least his heart was not torn to shreds. She hears an enraged scream and she watches as Kili runs up the steps. Thorin chances after him shooting her a glance, and she nods to him, assuring him that Fili was alright. She quickly heals him, with magic, and he thanks her before jumping to his feet back to fight again. Energetic dwarves. She finds herself, running through the hordes of orcs trying to find Thorin. She turns a corner watching as Kili is half way to being stabbed in the chest. Good God.
"ACCIO KILI!" She shrieks and he zooms out of the orc's grasp landing onto her with a painful thump. Fat nephew.
"Thanks Aunty. Lifesaver." He beams at her. Harry smirks before turning to kill the orc, which she easily finishes with a flick of green light. He turns to stare at her in horror. "Aunty! I had him!" He whines. She shrugs to him, polishing her wand. Too bad sweet cheeks. She flings the orc's swords into the female elf and his hands.
"Here." She nods towards the female elf, who bows in thanks. "You must be Tauriel…My niece." She winks at the red haired lady, who blushes with Kili in response. They wave to her before going back to fighting like the killing machines they both are. Honestly, without her magic. She would be useless at sword fighting. Where was God Damn Thorin Oakenshield?
She stepped onto a frozen lake, to see Thorin standing at the edge of the frozen waterfall watching the large gigantic eagles killing a bunch of orcs. He tumbles, his legs giving way, and she watches with wide eyes as he falls to the floor. Thorin! She runs towards him, unable to feel the pain in her legs as she races forward. Adrenaline running in her veins. Thorin. Thorin. Thorin. Thorin. His face. Oh god. His beautiful face is covered with blood.
"Amralime." He whispers, coughing at his words. Harry's hand shook as she quickly casted a diagnostic charm. Her hands trembled. How did he? How did he get a freaking hole in his heart? F*ck! Tears were welling from her eyes. There was poison too…Oh god. Broken rips, torn muscles, broken toes, blood loss, torn oesophagus -She didn't want to think of it.
"I'm glad you're here." He tries to speak. She shushes him, tears welling up into her eyes obscuring her view. She sniffs, rubbing at her eyes vigorously. Urgh. "I wish to tell you…That I love you." He says, raising a weak hand to rub at her eyes. God. Stop it. Stop acting like you're going to die! You're not!
"That I wanted to see. Our children with your eyes, and your smile." He coughs, blood spilling from his lips. She shook her head, tears falling from her eyes as she mutters the healing spell. Spell after spell to heal his flesh. God. Madam Pomphrey would be using potions when a patient was this bad. Vulnera Sanentur no longer worked when your whole heart is destroyed!
She needed those blood potions in his system! But, his oesophagus was f*cking destroyed! Does she pour it directly on his skin? She tries with a ragged sob but it does not work, and she flings the vials away. Harry is no healer. She's just a kid who knows way too many healing spells and potions that is required for war. Bilbo is running to them, and he knelt beside her looking in dismay at Thorin.
"Bilbo." Thorin coughs, and Harry cannot stop the tears from flowing. "I would-take back my words and my deeds at the Gate." He splutters. "You did only what." Thorin swallows with much difficulty, looking greatly in pain. "A true friend would do. Forgive me." Bilbo is smiling at him, he glances up at her almost begging her to save him. God! Did he not understand that she was trying so hard?
"I am so sorry," Thorin sounds like he was almost crying, his voice trembling with tears and pain, "that I have led you into such peril." He coughs, his eyes glinting with the pain. No. No. No.
""No, no, I'm glad to have shared in all your perils, Thorin" Bilbo is almost frantic, as Harry continues in vain trying to heal his wounds. "-each and every one of them." Bilbo is breathing hard, as he says those words forcefully. "And it's far more than any Baggins deserve." He whispers. Thorin smiles. His eyes turn to meet Harry's watching her as she wept over him, muttering spell after spell.
"Amralime. Don't cry." He coughs. Harry ignored him, continuing with her work. "I'm sure-"He splutters out the words. "Thranduil will take good care of you in my stead, my love." Harry did not want to hear those words. Merlin. She did not. Blood splattered over his shirt, as he coughed again, staining his already bloodied clothes a deeper fresh red.
"Farewell," Thorin chokes on his blood. "Master Burglar. Go back to your books and your armchair." Thorin smiles fondly "Plant your trees - watch them grow." Thorin groans, his energy sapping out of him slowly and steadily. "If more people…" Thorin takes a gasp of air. "Valued home above gold." Thorin smiles, revealing his teeth. "This world would be a merrier place." His voice is getting softer and softer, and Harry watches horrified as his face is slowly drained off colour. No.
"My love." His voice is barely a whisper. "Don't blame yourself…don't follow me." He splutters, as his organs begin to fail. He lets out a small moan of pain, watching Harry with wide blue eyes. "Live."
Harry was staring into his cerulean eyes. Eyes that were slowly fading, the light in them disappearing. She distinctively hear Bilbo calling to Thorin, and Harry suddenly feels cold. So cold. Her eyes looking at nothing but Thorin, watching his last breath escape his lips as his organs begin to fail. No. Shutting down one by one. He was on the verge of death, any longer and he was going to be dead. Fully, utterly and irrevocably dead.
"NO!" She screams, her voice trembling, shaking. Her throat felt raw, raw from the tears that spilled down her face. Bilbo is shaking him beside her, trying to rouse him from his dazed stare. Her heart felt as if it were shattering, as if something was clawing at her insides, eating up at her. It hurt. It hurt so much. She just wanted a family. She just wanted love and she had found hers! She had found hers in the form of Thranduil and Thorin, her two stubborn hot headed kings. Two parts of her soul and now one of them was dead. She could feel the magic threatening to explode from insider her thrashing and churning for revenge.
'What can save someone from the brick of death?' She could almost heard Ron's voice beside her.
'Fascinating creatures, phoenixes. They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets.' Professor Dumbledore chuckled inside her head.
'Harry! Your animagus is a phoenix! How rare! But, I have got to remind you how difficult it is when you're a magical creature.' Hermione was chiding her. She remembers, that transfiguration lesson in which she had been shown her animagus form. A phoenix. Harry never did get the chance to test it nor learn it. Harry remembered the way Fawkes, had cried on her injured leg, repairing her skin.
"Harry? Harry! Let's go! He's dead." Bilbo was shaking her, his voice laced with worry.
"Bilbo. Step back." She warns him, standing up slowly. Bilbo blinks taking a step back in confusion, calling to her worriedly, but she hears none of it. Becoming an animagus is an ability. An ability that can backfire and cause a horrible transformation. An ability that required so much training. But magic, was a miracle after all. Forgive her Thranduil. She had to try.
Harry screamed, the magic clawing at her flesh, changing her, changing her into what she wanted. Hurry up! Her bones are shifting they are breaking and with much difficulty, she shifts painfully, forcefully into a bird of glowing white feathers, arkenstone.
She raises her wing, panting from the pain as it glows with a rainbow shimmer, her tail was as long as a peacock's embedded with the gems of Lasgalen. It worked! She flew onto Thorin and she begins to sob, tears of pearly white quality dripped onto Thorin and she watches as white smoke emits from his skin. His organs slowly healing, bringing him back from the brick of death. Come on.
Bilbo is watching her with rapt amazement, as tears continued to rain down onto Thorin, covering his skin with it. She lets out a ragged scream. No! He had not taken a breath and his heart ceased to beat, despite his steadily healing flesh. It wasn't working! She sobs, flying into the sky. Tears continued to trial down her cheeks as she flies into the clouds, a beacon of light raining down tears of light magic onto the lands. The remaining orcs were screaming from pain, as the magic touches them, scorching them and killing them in one hit, destroying the dark magic within them. The wounded were healed, the presumed dead were revived, and people were watching in awe at the bird that cried tears of healing properties. Miracle. A miracle.
Harry flew and flew, sobbing with rage, healing the wounds of the men, dwarves and elves. She was so tired. So tired of all this. She swooped back, with a loud cry, landing once more on Thorin, collapsing onto his body. Bilbo watches her shaken, as she heaves, and collapses on his body, tears flowing out of her eyes. Finally giving up to exhaustion and sorrow as she sobs for the life of her love.
Thorin's heart shudders, and it beats once more. He gasps taking a large breath of air. His eyes widening as he can see the clear blue sky. Again.
-(._.)-
"My dear chosen one." Harry's eyes snapped open and she blinks the tears escaping her eyes. She was right in front of that sparkly glitter lady, again. Had that all been just a dream? F*ck no! She glanced down. Thank Merlin. Her boobs were still there, so was her soul marks.
"Did I die again?" Harry sighed. Thranduil would kill her. He would murder her soul.
"No. I summoned you here." The lady shook her head. "What you did was very brave, Harry." No shit.
"You have been a great help to Middle Earth, and I thank you for that." She bows. Okay? Harry raised a brow. "I shall give you my last present, or should I say, your soulmate's present to you." The lady beamed brightly at her, almost…Cheeky? What was she going to do this time? The lady touched her abdomen with a warm hand and with the other, she pushed her backwards over what seemed to be a cliff-F*CK!
Her eyes snapped open. Ow. Her entire body hurt, a dull ache in her bones. Magical exhaustion. Of course. She did just force herself into an animagus form, without prior training. Urgh. Her ass hurt so badly. Her mouth felt as if someone died in it. She barely managed to do a cleaning charm on her body, without cringing. In fact, it felt as if something else was eating up at her magic.
Wait. Where was she? She was in a four poster incredibly scarily large bed, with silken sheets and pillows. There was a fireplace, roaring at a corner, beside a rather homely looking armchair and two large fluffy sofas. It looked like something Bilbo would like. It was a rather homely place, if not for the fact that the walls were clearly made out of stone and inlayed with trials of f*cking gold, silver and were those the white gems of Lasgalen fashioned into stars?
Holy shit. This must be Erebor! No other stupid race would make their walls so freaking expensive. Wait. Wait. Thranduil? Was he okay? Thorin well…Her heart clenched painfully, and she shook her head not wanting to think about it. Harry hoped off the bed, frowning at her clothes. Huh. She was dressed in a white silken dress very much like the things Thranduil liked to wear, but over it was a thin woollen robe, with small little khuzdul writings. Eh. She glanced around, noticing her wand holster and pouch on the table. Ah! She takes it and straps it on quickly. Just in case.
That was when she felt it. The small butterfly like flutters in the lower part of her abdomen. The f*ck? What was this shit? Maybe she should visit the toilet? She took a peek at the toilet in the room, and immediately closed the door. Holy shit. The toilet was made of freaking gold, there were rubies for water knobs and freaking diamonds-Shitting there would be like shitting on billions of dollars. No thank you! She closed the door with a slam.
She opened the large door, stepping out of the room. Holy shitting mamas. The halls were freaking pretty. Clearly she had been asleep for a long time because a while ago, this place was burning in fire and cobwebs but now…The stones were polished to a beautiful green, with a tinge of dark blue and silver. The walls carved with beautiful patterns and intricate vines of gold. The torches of fire that lit the halls were bright and reflected all the gems, making the halls brighter. Thank God, that means she won't trip and fall.
She continued her walk, marvelling at the winding staircases around her, and dreading it slightly. Where was the elevator? She needed to invent one. Fast. She could see dwarves roaming the halls from here, and was that the occasional elf? It can't be right? They had fixed a lot of things, clearly. They had reinforced the pillars that the dragon had destroyed. She hummed to herself, skipping down the halls, and treading up the stairs quietly. Like a ninja.
They fixed the gate, with the two large dwarf statues standing beside it. This time it was not blocked up and stuffy, nor destroyed, but wide open. There were elves, men and dwarves alike entering the gate. Not before going through a bunch of security guards, or security dwarves. Pfft. They were currently checking a rather tall elf. It was freaking hilarious seeing them climb a tall stool to check him for any illegal things.
She could see a large amount of stables at the corner, filled with horses indicating the large number of guest. She could see Dale from there, the city looked fixed. How long was she out? A month? No that can't be right? On a second thought they could not possibly have fixed everything in a month. Oh! They fixed the barren lands in front of the mountain, it was brimming with fruit and fauna, the work of a wizard? Maybe that crazy old man she met in the forest when she first arrived did the job. He looked like the kind of guy who would do it.
The forges looked in a better shape, with a bunch of dwarves working on melting the gold. Using the bellows to hit up the forges, it was beautiful here. The flames of blue, red, orange and gold. She continued her tiny adventure, all the while feeling odd little flutters in her abdomen, nervous twitches. What the hell was that? Spoiled stomach? She pressed her fingers to her rather bloated abdomen. Crap she was getting fat. Probably because of the lack of exercise.
Harry continued on to the place where her Thorin had once nearly died under dragon fire if not for her. The place where Thorin had tried to drown a dragon in gold. Stupid dwarf. She can't help but let a sad smile show on her lips. She blinked, staring at the statues. What the hell was that?
Standing there instead of Thorin's grandpa, was a statue of her. It was definitely her. The unruly hair, the emerald gems that represented her eyes. It was made of pure gold, and it shimmered in the soft light of the sun. The figure gave glowed with ethereal light, a wand held high in its hands, and a cloak of diamonds, a representation of her invisibility cloak perhaps, in the other. It was dressed in beautiful robe of golden feathers that trailed beneath the large statue. What was this? A prayer statue? They're making her look like some hero or something. Like an angel. Though, that was kind of nice of them to do so.
She peaked her head down the staircase, hearing a commotion going on, someone was yelling her name. Ah she was busted. She sneaked across the halls, trying to find a way to escape only to freeze at the feeling of someone's warm hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her up easily. She struggled futilely, as she is held princess style by someone. She glanced up, her eyes widening in shock.
"And where do you think you're going? Amralime?" The deep dark chocolatey voice of her Thorin resounded through her body. Her eyes are welling up with tears, relieved tears. Oh God. She was so happy. So happy that he was alive and well!
"Thorin?" She asked, her voice sounding so small in the large halls. He nodded, his cerulean eyes glinting brightly under the light. He looked well, his skin no longer a ghastly pale. His thick brown chocolatey mane of hair flowed down his back. He was dressed in a black velvet robe of gold trimmings, on his head a gilded crown of sharp metal and gold. God dwarves were so obsessed with gold. Under those robes, he had on an ultramarine blue shirt, which contrasted vividly with his eyes. He looked so good. Merlin he looked like a king. God. He was healthy, well and alive.
"Thorin!" She hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck. He chuckled, as she pressed kiss after kiss on his face, murmuring his name over and over again. Tears were running down her cheeks in rivulets. Was this heaven or something? Thorin was dead!
"Amralime, my sweet Harry." Thorin chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple, wiping her tears away with his war fingers. "Don't cry. I'll never leave you again I promise." He smiled at her, his white pearly teeth contrasting with his clothes. Egad! She was so in love with this guy.
"As long as you don't leave me, meleth. (my love)" A clear voice, a very familiar voice travelled liltingly into the halls. Her eyes brightened at the sight of Thranduil. Thorin let her go, and she ran into Thranduil's arms laughing happily. Thranduil gently kissed her eyes, holding her carefully, so tenderly, almost as if she were to break any moment. What was wrong with him?
"Did you get hurt?" Harry fussed, caressing his face with gentle fingers. He was staring at her, his ash blue orbs filled with so much adoration and love. "Are you alright?" She worried.
"None of us are hurt, amralime. Thanks to you." Thorin replies. Thranduil gently sets her down. Harry turned to frown.
"What do you mean?" She tilts her head to a side in question.
"This is the first war in which there were so little casualties, just barely under ten. When you rained tears down onto the earth in your bird form. Many were brought back from the brick of death, and the injured were all completely healed. You have saved so many people." Thorin smiles. "Including me."
"It's a phoenix for your information." She chides gently. "And you know I would do anything for you." Harry grinned. "For both of you." She beams, at them both. Thranduil and Thorin exchanged glances. Why were they both so freaking shifty about something?
"You're a hero, love." Thranduil ushered her down the stairs, with Thorin following her closely behind. "You've become very revered by the people. Men, elf and dwarf alike."
"Revered? But…But I'm just Harry!" Harry wailed pitifully. Thorin chuckled fondly, ruffling her hair with large warm fingers.
"Why do you always say that?" Thorin smiles. Thranduil smirks at the scene. This was getting slightly weird.
"By the way, why are you both acting so nice to each other?" Harry blinks, raising an eyebrow at them both. They glanced at her, their eyes shifting to each other. They looked away quickly, as if they were children caught doing something bad. The shit?
"We have come to an agreement." Thorin admits.
"That until the children are born, we would try to become…friends." Thranduil spits out the word, 'friends' looking appalled. Wait hold on a second.
"CHILDREN? Did you just say what I think you-"Harry's eyes widened in realization. She quickly casts a diagnostic charm on her belly. Her magic searching for any signs of life forms. There! F*ck there were two. Was this what the sparkly lady was talking about?
She closed her eyes, concentrating hard, gently prodding at the two life forms with her magic, careful not to disturb them. They had small magical cores as well, which curled with hers, seeking her warmth and protection. Not to mention…One of them was half dwarf and the other was half elf? How does that work? How the hell does that work? That would mean that Thorin's dwarf sperm would have to be so strong that it can survive until…She groaned. How very lucky.
"What? What is it?" Thorin snaps at her, looking slightly worried.
"Nothing. Did you know that one of them is half dwarf while the other is half elf? Do you know what that means?" She shoots him a glare. "You have monster sperm." Thorin stares at her speechless, before he bursts out laughing. Thranduil is looking incredibly pleased at the prospect of the children being of his blood as well.
For a moment, Harry is content being held by her two soul mates, being filled with love and happiness, but then her eyes widened in horror. Oh god. Pregnancy means child birth. Child birth means gruesome, painful, ass splitting shit! She was not mentally prepared to deliver someone into the world. Holy shit! Harry passed out into the arms of her two horrified soul mates. Fainting from shock.
-(z.z)-
"Harry will go to Mirkwood! My healers are the best! Our children will be fine!" Thranduil glared at Thorin heatedly, with a snarl. Oh boy.
"She will stay here in Erebor! We will not go back to your blasted tree hole!" Thorin snapped back. Here comes the arguments.
"Tree hole? Erebor is a hole in the mountain, dwarf!"
"Oh take that back you scum! It's a great kingdom!" Harry sighed. They still could not get along after so long. They lived a rather content life, getting married, having a bunch of kids, but still they had the occasional bad day, especially with the Dark Lord lurking around the corner. Her husbands were edgy about everything, especially since she was pregnant with their fifth and sixth child. Every single pregnancy was oddly enough, twins. It seemed that both men did not want to lose out to one another, even when making her pregnant.
Harry waddled out of the room with a yawn. Thorin had listened to her, building a bank. It steadily grew profit and they got even richer. If that was even possible. Harry had begun to invent all sorts of modern things, like magical elevators, proper sewage, flushing system, all sorts of useful things. She forced the dwarves and elves to become hygienic, and taught the healers to make magical potions. Somehow, she actually got used to being queen.
Harry turned watching as Kili rounded the corner to give her a sympathetic smirk. He was the proud father of a young half elf, half dwarf boy. Tauriel made him incredibly happy, and they lived a somewhat quiet life, teaching the young to fight. Fili had recently found a soul mate in a lovely elf maid. It seemed that the dwarfs of Durin were prone to finding soul mates of other races.
"Is Uncle fighting with Thranduil again? What is it about now?" Kili teased, a bright smirk on his lips.
"Holes." Harry replied, distinctively hearing them argue about holes in their socks now. Kili gave her a bark of laughter, before going off to the other direction to find his son. Harry turns but is stop shot by a loud wail.
"Nana (mama)! Taora was mean again!" Her youngest son wailed, running into her arms. She allowed her children to explore the Halls of Erebor, after she made a Marauder's Map of the place along with spelling protection charms on their bodies.
"And what did she say, Duri?" She sighed, rubbing the tears from his eyes. He was so cute, with a heart shaped face, and a replica of her bright green emerald eyes. The difference was that his hair was a dark milk chocolate, unlike her unruly raven ones.
"She said. I would remain short forever, while she and Elion would grow up taller than me! It's not fair!" He wailed. Oh crap. This is what happens when half your children inherits dwarf genes and the other half inherits elf genes.
"Darling, while it is true that Taora and Elion will grow taller than you." He wailed louder. Sometimes she didn't know if her parenting was alright. "You'll grow a handsome beard like your khagam(father) Thorin." He hiccupped, glancing up at her with innocent emerald eyes.
"Really?" He hiccupped, rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, you will!" Thorin says. He scoops him up, pressing kisses to his son's stomach. Duri is laughing and giggling happily from the tickles of his father. "You'll grow a magnificent beard, not like princess over there! And it'll put everyone to shame!"
"Papa, you're being mean to Ada." Duri giggles as Thranduil wipes the tears from his face affectionately. Thorin shoots Thranduil a glare.
"Damn you, you corrupted my son with elvish," Thorin hissed. Thranduil smirks.
"You mean our son, miserable dwarf." Thranduil's smirk is growing wider.
"Khagun! (Mother!) I didn't mean to upset him! It's the truth!" Taora, their eldest, a half elf half witch girl, with a head of raven curls and Thranduil's ash blue eyes. Thranduil sighs at her khuzdul and Thorin gives him an uppity smirk of pride. Men.
"Yeah, but sweetie, that was mean of you. Now come here and apologize." Harry gave her a mock glare. Taora looks down at her feet apologizing quickly to Duri. The two of them walk off hand in hand, Duri, telling his older sister that he would gladly draw moustache on her face with a sharpie pen, and Taora tells him she would make high heels for him. Yup, Harry told them about modern things. Even made some to show them. They loved her stories about Hogwarts and Britain.
"Your kids resolve fights faster than you two." Harry raised her brow at the two men behind her who were getting ready to fight, their swords drawn. They sheathed their swords looking sheepish.
"Mama! Uncle Bilbo said he would show me his oak tree next time! Can we visit him please?" Her second oldest, Ruri, a girl with cerulean eyes and ringlets of black hair, is racing down the halls pulling Elion, a silvery blonde boy with emerald eyes, behind her.
"Maybe? The Shire's really far..." Harry pursed her lips.
"Please? We'll wait until the babies are born! Then you can appa-appari-"Ruri scrunches her nose deep in thought.
"Apparate." Harry helps her out.
"Apparate us there!"Ruri beams brightly, while Elion suckles on his thumb cutely.
"Urgh. Fine. We'll go. But, you've got to wait a few more months, love." Harry nodded.
"YAY! Come on Elion! Let's go find Duri to play!" The children raced off down the halls. Harry watches them go, with a worried frown. She recently made a watch that would tell her if her children were in mortal danger, plus she forced Thorin and Thranduil to build railings and nets everywhere just in case.
"What are you thinking about meleth(my love)?" Thranduil pressed a kiss to her head. Aw, till this day her brain melted under his voice. God it was too sexy.
"Because, since the children are no longer here. We're finally alone." Thorin smirked at her, his voice dangerously lower than usual. Harry squeaked as Thranduil's and Thorin's lips begin to gently suckle the nape of her neck.
"Merlin. I think the only thing you both agree on is having sex." She raised a brow at them. They smirked at her, her two arrogant, hot headed Kings. God, she loved them so much. They were her family, along with her children, her nephews and nieces, and her people and she would never trade them for anything else in the world.
The End.
Totally not edited. I wanted to post this up before I slept. It's 2AM in my country.
I guess this story turned out to be rushed, pretty gay, lacking in plot, filled with errors and with an over powered Harry. But I didn't intend to write a novel where Harry slowly gets beaten up as she faces her fears. I don't have the time. I've already spent more than 30 hours writing this.
However, I sincerely hope that some of you found it entertaining. It is a crack pairing, and a weird story, but I hope you liked it.
I got some flames which I deleted because they were a tad mean to LGBT. And well, I'm sad that they reviewed about it despite the warnings I put in the front of the story. I'm no professional writer, nor a person who finished schooling…So, this is really just a way to spam my dreams.
I feel slightly sad that this story has ended. To be honest, I don't write down my plot ideas. I think on the go, and write on the go. So, I never expected it to end this quickly. (XD) But, I have tests to study for and home works to do. So adios! Goodbye!
Thank you to those who managed to carry on through my horrible grammar and sentence construction (I'll fix it one day) and ended up here. It was nice meeting you all! (I personally feel that I just let you all into my brain, since all these words…All these feelings...The entire story is just a figment of my imagination which I let you have a glimpse at.) Thank you for taking your time to read this!
Now, I'll have to go back to my other reverse harem stories…Naruto, Itachi, Gaara…Here I come!
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