12 years after Morshas banishment.

Thorin walked down the corridors of Erebor. A delegation of dwarves had arrived from the Blue Mountains. One of the dwarven lords had brought his daughter, lady Ariel, to become Thorins queen. Thorin had given in to the pressure of Erebors council and had agreed to marry. He did not care who he was going to marry, his heart still belonged to Morsha. Even after all these years. As he arrived in the throne room he sat down on his throne, sighing. He had no five seconds of peace before the delegation entered and strode towards him. With a short nod Thorin greeted the delegation and looked at his future queen. She was still very young and a real beauty, but he felt nothing. Wordlessly he walked over to her and kissed her hand. Thorin saw her blush and lower her head. Their marriage would be in a week, the sooner the better. Maybe this dwarf would get his mind off Morsha. But Thorin already knew that any attempt to forget the woman he loved was futile.

His feelings had not changed a week later, after his marriage. Lady Ariel was a nice and homely dwarf and Thorin was sure that she would become a fine queen. But Thorin winced as he thought about his wedding night. Ariel had never been with another dwarf, she was a virgin and Thorin had to control himself to not be too rough. He had not been with a woman since Morsha and he had longed for a female body laying underneath him, but he could not enjoy it. His mind drifted off to Morsha and he knew that Ariel had also not enjoyed their first night together. But she did not complain, she tried to please her husband as well as she could. Ariel did not know anything about Thorins past love, the dark elf Morsha, nor did she know that this woman would be her fate in a few years.

'Move faster!' Morsha was training with her daughter. Senka had become a skilled sword fighter. With her twelve years of age she managed to stand her ground against her mother for a very long time. Their relationship had changed in the last two years. Morsha had finally realised that her daughter needed at least one of her parents and tried to be a better mother than the years before. They bonded through their love of warfare and martial skills. Senka was as martial as her mother, but she still had a gentle and soft side, like Morsha before her banishment from Erebor. Morsha saw so much of herself in her daughter. Senka had only little of her father, but the few traits awoke painful memories inside of Morsha. Senka had her fathers stubborness, impatience and forwardness and her blue eyes could flash as passionately as Thorins eyes.

'We are to travel through the forest of Mirkwood, king Thranduils realm.' Thorin growled.

'I have met him. He is a very beautiful elf, thats all I remember.' Morsha joked as Thorin glared at her. 'I know what he did to you and your people. He betrayed you and left your people to wander the wild instead of offering you shelter. I understand your hatred towards him. But you will have to cross his kingdom, maybe you will have to set aside your feelings for a short while.'

'Is that my queens advice?' Thorin smiled at Morsha who blushed slightly. The last night Thorin, Morsha and the company of dwarves had feasted heavily. The company had been delighted to accept Morsha as their queen. It did not matter to them that she was an elf, it only mattered that she made Thorin happy and she had willingly joined them on their quest. To the dwarves of the company Morsha was one of them. The next day they had continued their journey to Erebor.

'Tell me about the dwarves of the company, mother.' Senka was curious, she especially wanted to know more about her cousins Fili and Kili.

Morsha sighed heavily, but she took her daughters hand and sat down in front of the huge fireplace in her room.

'Fili and Kili are your fathers nephews. Fili is his heir to the throne of Erebor. They always tried to gain your fathers acceptance, but they could not be more different. Fili is very thoughtful and low-key. Kili is always cheerful and the good soul of the Durins. The two are inseparable, they would never do anyting apart from each other. Both are very skilled fighters for their age. Another great fighter is Dwalin, son of Fundin. He has fought many battles at your fathers side and wears his warrior tattoos with pride. He is honest and honorable. His brother Balin is your fathers advisor. He is old and wise and has good diplomatic skills. Then there are the Ri brothers Ori, Nori and Dori. Ori is a scribe. He was the youngest of the company. He is no warrior, but a good writer and his drawings are beyond skilled. Dori and Nori care alot about their younger brother, they are merchants, but also skilled fighters. The there is Oin, the healer. He is old and deaf, but he fighs like a young dwarf. He is very intellectual for a dwarf and open to foreign healing methods.'

'You killed his son, Orin.' Senka murmured and watched her mother flinch.

'Yes, I did. He was an intruder and he knew the location of our city. I could not let him live.' Morsha had told herself that for years now. She did not regret killing the dwarf, but there was something in her daughters eyes which made her think about her actions. She continued with the listing of the dwarves. 'Gloin, a very hot headed dwarf, but he has a warm heart. He hiddes his true self behind a mask of stubborness and ignorance. But he is loyal to his king. Bifur, he only speaks Khuzdul. I rarely had dealings with him, he was just there. He has a piece of an axe in his head. Bombur, the cook. An incredibly fat dwarf with a good soul. I liked him alot. And Bofur, the toymaker. He has a good heart and is very friendly for a dwarf. That was the company which reclaimed Erebor at the side of yout father. That was the company which stood there and watched as your father nearly killed me and banished me. The company which did nothing as your father fell under Durins curse, the goldsickness.'

'They stood loyal to my father. The dwarves loyalty to their king had priority over anything else.' Senka tried to understand why the dwarves had acted like they did.

'It was false loyalty, they did not help your father with their loyalty. On the contrary. He did not realise that he was wrong. That he was sick. Durins curse made him mad and none of his loyal dwarves tried to cure him.' Morsha was still bitter about the way they had betrayed her.

'This forest is so dark. I thought the elves loved sunlight?' Kili asked Morsha as they had entered Mirkwood.

'Not all elves. My kin lives under the earth like the dwarves. But you are right, this forest is sick. Spiders and other foul creatures live here and pose a threat to the elves of Mirkwood.' Morsha told him. 'What a shame. Mirkwood was a beautiful place some millenia ago.'

'You've been here already?' Fili asked her curiously.

'Yes.' Morsha was not sure if she should tell them the truth, but she wanted to be honest from the start. These darves were her family now and she was to be their queen. 'A millenium ago the elves of Mirkwood and the dark elves were at war. The Mirkwood elves won. The surviving dark elves were held prisoner. My mother had led the army of dark elves against Thranduil. She survived the battle and the elf king...well...lets say he was lonely. His queen had just died and as he had laid eyes on my mother, he wanted to claim her. My mother stayed in Mirkwood for a few years and Thranduil set the other dark elves free.'

'Your mother was an honorable woman.' Dwalin stated. 'She held her peoples lives higher than her own.'

Morsha smiled, that was the same thing she was telling herself since her birth. But now she was not so sure about that.

As they set camp Thorin sat down beside her. 'Your mother and Thranduil loved each other?'

Morsha nodded. 'I never saw it, but now I understand.'

'Why now?' Thorin asked her.

'I have never been in love before, Thorin.' Morsha admited. 'I have never understood how my mother could leave her life behind and stay with this...elf. Now I understand.'

Thorin looked at his future queen in awe. He had never thought about what she had given up to be with him. Morsha would leave her home, her family and her friends to be with him. He knew so much about dark elves that he knew that there was no turning back for her once she was his wife. And she had just told him that she had never been in love, until now.

'How come that no elf has never reached your heart in the last millenia? How old are you by the way?' Thorin was curious.

'You should know that one should never ask a lady about her age.' Morsha smirked.

'You are no lady.' Thorin grinned and chuckled as Morshas fist hit him in the side.

'I am two thousand five hundred years old.' Morsha watched Thorin frown. 'And no, no elf or man has ever reached my heart as you did, dwarf.'

Thorin smiled at her lovingly, he suddenly realised that she would give up way more than her home if she decided to stay at his side. 'Are you sure that you want to give up your immortality for me?'

Instead of an answer Morsha kissed Thorin gently. 'I'd rather spend my life with you in Erebor than spend eternity alone.'

Senka looked at her mother in shock. She could see tears glistening in her eyes.

'How many years do you have left, mother?' she asked.

Morsha sighed. 'I have three hundred years left, then my elven life will be spent.'

'I will lose you...' the brutal truth hit Senka like a warhammer. Her mother would age and die in a few hundred years, which was in no time for elves. She had given up her immortality for Senkas father who had betrayed her that badly. Senka began to understand her mothers wrath.

Thorin frowned at Oin. The old healer had never gotten over the loss of his son, but he still worked in the infirmary. He had just examined the queen. Ariel had hoped that she had gotten pregnant, but her hopes were crushed, for she was not. Thorin sighed heavily. Their lovemaking was pure duty to him, he still did not love his queen. In fact he did not care alot for her. She spent her days in her room with her courtladies and at night she lay under him stiff like wood and showed no passion at all. Not that he had not tried, Thorin had tried to make her enjoy their lovemaking, but he had soon realised that nothing he did pleased her. Ariel had married him because he was the king of Erebor, no more no less. She did not love him either. Thorin did not know if he cared about that or not. But as long as he did not produce an heir he would have to lay with Ariel until they did. Thorin could only think of Morsha when he was in bed with Ariel. He missed her so much, he missed her closeness, her softness, her touch, her body...he missed her love. He missed her. Musing he walked down the corridors of Erebor to his room. As he arrived he lay down on his bed, falling into a deep slumber immediately. He dreamt about her, about the passionate night they spent in the dark of Mirkwood during their journey.

Morsha walked away from the company, she did not leave the path and with a glance over her shoulder towards Thorin she told him to follow her. As the darkness swallowed them she turned around and grabbed Thorins collar and pulled him close for a kiss. They had not been alone for days and both had longed for each others touch. Thorin lay his coat onto the leafy ground and let Morsha push him down on it. Morsha straddled him and began to undress slowly, Thorin could only watch. Her long mane covered her body as she leaned down and kissed him passionately. She began to undress the dwarf king, one piece at a time, she worked his pants and kissed every inch of exposed flesh. Thorin hissed quietly as she licked her way down his chest and nibbled his skin.

'By Mahal, woman!' he moaned as he felt her lips close around his erection. Her tongue nearly drove him mad and he grabbed her hair to pump into her mouth. Morsha sucked and licked, nearly driving Thorin over the edge, but short before his climax she pulled back. She smiled as Thorin growled at her and replaced her mouth with her warmth in one swift motion. Arching her back she began moving her hips back and forth as she felt Thorins hands on her breasts, kneeding them softly. Thorin looked up to his queen, their eyes locked as Morsha started riding him passionately. Sliding up and down his length Morsha decreased her pace and leaned back in delight. Thorin grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto him harder, meeting her hips with powerful thrusts. The elf moaned passionately as she felt her climax rise in her abdomen. She pulled Thorin up into a sitting position and kissed him hard, rocking back and forth. Thorin grabbed a few streaks of her hair and pulled her head back to reveal the soft flesh of her neck. Biting and nibbling he marked her as his and pushed her over the edge. He watched as she opened her mouth in a silent cry of delight and pumped into her one last time before he came himself.

'Gods, Thorin...' Morsha whispered and grinned. 'So good.'

Growling Thorin rolled over and the couple rolled over the leafy ground, laughing.

'I love you.' Thorin whispered.

Thorin woke up on his bed in Erebor, alone. Sighing he buried his face in his hands.

'Wherever you are, I love you Morsha.'

I sincerely hope that I did not make Morsha too cruel for you guys. She is a broken person, one struggling between her good heart and her broken heart. In the flashback you can see the true Morsha, but in the parts of the present you can see what a broken heart might do to people.