A/N: This one isn't based on a prompt, it's just a silly little something, but a confession: I rewatched Some Kind of Wonderful today, so yeah… Je ne regrette rien! :P
A/N#2: My darlings, another annoying reminder that CHAPTER 10 IS NEW. The old batty me deleted a chapter (barechested Thorin in a forge and graphic smut one :D) by accident, I reposted it as Chapter 11, and they all moved. There is a chance you haven't read chapter 10 ;)
You can't leave a review to it if you already have before, but you can always leave it under chapter 11 *nudge nudge* and maybe for this chapter too *shy whisper* :)
"Get down, you lulkh," Dwalin is growling at Frerin, and Thorin shushes him. They are after all sneaking out of Lord Girion's house that they are visiting with Thorin's mother and father. Frerin is hanging on the tree, his tunic bunched up, his skinny stomach in front of Dwalin's face. Thorin grabs his brother by the legs and jerks him down. The younger Prince of Erebor lands on the Heir of Durin with a thump. Thorin calls him 'a clumsy Orc' and climbs from under his brother's limbs.
"You are not getting out of the yard anyway, no point in all this work," a sarcastic voice is heard from up the fence. They lift their heads and see two girls sitting on it. One is cute as a button, curly chestnut hair, another one is skinny as a twig and a ginger. The redhead was the one who spoke, and she is eyeing them mockingly. The second one is laughing, she has bright pink lips and Thorin thinks they are about fifteen. Him and Dwalin are their age in Dwarven years, Frerin is younger.
"What do you mean there is no exit?" Dwalin grumbles, and the girl point at the closed gate.
"Lord Girion's children try to run away all the time, they keep the doors closed. And you are too short to climb the fence," the cuter girl is tall, Thorin, being tall for a Khuzd, would still be half a head shorter than her.
"We can get out if you help us, glorious ladies," Frerin steps ahead. He is good with girls, they love his dark brown and silky waves, and predictably the girls on the fence giggle.
"We could," the cute one says, but the other one smacks her shoulder.
"They are Princes of Erebor, we are not letting them out. What if they get killed in the streets and the diplomacy between the cities suffers?" The ginger uses bookish words, and Thorin thinks her annoying.
"We are not going to get killed in the streets!" He pronounces haughtily, "We have swords."
"And axes," the chestnut haired one speaks in sing-song voice and points at Dwalin's axe, and the latter pulls it out and shakes it in the air. He really wants to see the city. The cute one disappears behind the fence.
"Thea, no!" The redhead rushes after her, but the one called Thea has already appears on the fence again, a bit further. She climbs over it, bunching up the skirts of her simple dress, she has very beautiful legs, and then she jumps into the yard. There is now a rope hanging from the tree on the other side on this side of the fence, and the Dwarves sprint to her.
They spend the day with the girls, and it turns out the redhead called Wren is not that annoying. Once she accepted the fact that they were now to spend time with them, she became lively and entertaining, and all and all Thorin is having a great time. They have to stay away from the crowded streets, three Dwarven younglings are too noticeable, but they still manage to have great fun.
It is evening and all five of them are sitting on the roof of a tavern. The girls brought food and treats, Thorin insisted on paying for it. The one called Thea is finishing her slice of honeycake.
"So, you are all about our age in your years, right?" She asks licking the syrup of her fingers. Thorin is staring at her lips, and he knows Frerin and Dwalin are too.
"More or less, Frerin here is younger."
"In their years I could be their father!" Frerin snaps, and Dwalin snorts in his cup of apple cider.
"And when do Dwarves marry?" She asks eyeing Dwalin, who suddenly has feverish spots on his cheeks, and Thorin throws a look at the second girl. Her cheeks are burning too, but she returns his mischievous look. He smirks to her lopsidedly, he likes it that they understand each other.
"Whenever they want," Frerin answers, and Thea shifts her eyes at him.
"So do you have a nice Dwarven girl waiting for you, Prince Frerin?" Thea draws mockingly, and it is the other girl's turn to snort. Thorin likes her wide smiling mouth and sarcastic sense of humour.
"He hasn't even been kissed yet. And he is the youngest, he is not to wed for another fifty years," Thorin whispers to Wren, but he is certain others can hear it too. She giggles and turns to him. Her nose is suddenly very close to his. He thinks he might not even mind the freckles.
"I will kiss you, Frerin," Thea suddenly announces. Dwalin chokes on the chicken leg he was eating, Frerin makes a happy noise, Thorin whips his head and stares at her. "If your brother kisses Wren." Thorin whips his head the other way and looks at the redhead.
"What?!" Her voice is nothing but a squeak now, and red spills on her cheeks. "Thea!"
The other girl starts roaring with laughter. Thorin understands that she knows how beautiful she is and is used to being admired. Although tall even for a daughter of Men, she is indeed very alluring from a Khuzdul point of view. She already has an opulent bosom, her eyes are large and warm, and she has very enticing hips. Thorin likes the redhead more.
He couldn't understand it through the day, but now he can clearly see he likes Wren. She is light on her feet, springly and strong, she has a firm grip, she helped him over the fence, her hair is like coppered gold, and he shortly admires her tiny ears, pink from embarrassment now.
"I agree, if Wren agrees," he says and peeks at her from the corner of his eye.
"Oh lovely, two of them will get their first kisses on the very same day," Thea claps her hands. "And since one should be careful in dealings with Dwarves, you go first." She gives Thorin a teasing smile, showing she is not serious, and he smiles back to her.
"I haven't agreed yet," Thorin hears Wren's stubborn voice. He turns to her and smiles. She is pouting, her nose twitches, and he moves closer.
"Wren, could I please kiss you? Frerin will never forgive me if I don't help him now." He keeps his voice soft. He couldn't care less about his brother, he really likes her bright red lips. Her lashes fluttered, and she looks momentarily panicked.
And then she moves to him and places her arms on his shoulders. He lunges ahead, noticing at the very last moment that she closed her eyes. Her lips are soft and sweet from the honeycake she ate before, or maybe it is just her, her taste, her tenderness, her bright hair is running through his fingers, he wanted to touch it all day. He grabs her around her middle then, pulls her closer, she gasps, her lips tremble but she does not move away. His fist curls, it is his first kiss too, he is clenching the fabric of her thin dress, her lips are moving, his are as well, it feels easy and so very sweet. She wraps her arms around his neck tighter, and her mouth slightly opens. He feels her tongue brush his bottom lip, and it feels like a flash fire pot just hit him at the back of his head. He splays his hands on her back, it is narrow and delicate, she is slender even for a girl of Men, and he feels like he is drinking the strongest of meads.
They stop because they need to breathe, and she is staring at him. Her pupils are giant, and he wants to kiss her again.
"My turn!" Frerin jumps to Thea, Thorin is worried his brother might roll off the slanted roof, and then Thea quickly leans in and pecks his lips.
"Here you go, something to remember, my little prince," her voice is impish, and Dwalin starts roaring with laughter.
"Not fair!" Frerin is yelling, Dwalin is guffawing, and Thorin has pulled Wren on his lap and is kissing her again. He is planning to lose count of which kiss it is for him by the end of this day.
