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WARNING: Noncon / Dubcon - may cause triggers. You are warned.

Kindred Spirits

Ch 12 – What Makes You Think

After leaving Thorin, Bilbo's heart lightened as he crept down to the Elven King's cellar. At least once they were free, Thorin agreed to go after Jose. Bilbo was slightly surprised by Thorin's change towards the girl. But perhaps, the way she had stood up to Thranduil had improved Thorin's opinion of her.

Arriving to the cellar, Bilbo scanned the room before hissing "Yes" to himself. The guards were not there, but that's just as Bilbo had hoped to find the it – completely left to his disposal. He had heard them earlier talk excitedly about a special shipment just arrived from Lake Town. Although it was well known that Elves had a strong resistance to ale, the men of Lake Town grew grapes and produced a wine specifically to the Elvish taste.

Bilbo quickly found two goblets and placed them on the small table in the cellar. Now all he had to do was wait. He had always thought of himself as a patient Hobbit, but knowing that his plan depended on the Elves taking advantage of the scene he'd set for them made him uneasy. Not only was the freedom of the dwarves and himself dependent on it, but possibly Jose's very life.

Eventually two guards entered the cellar looking exceptionally tired.

"Between the dwarves showing up and then the Necromancer, it's been a long day. The King doesn't think about the length of day that we put in."

"Well, at least the last shift was thinking of us. Look. They've left goblets and a bottle. Let's sit down. I've been waiting all day to relax a little."

So, the elves started drinking. And as Bilbo had hoped, they weren't satisfied with just one goblet each but rather refilled them time and time again. Soon their heads drooped to their chests, and each one started to snore.

With the stealth that only a Hobbit could have, Bilbo crept up to them and found the keys to the cells. Gingerly taking them in his palm to keep them from rattling, Bilbo lifted the keys off one of the Elves' belts.

It was hard not to break into a run once he was free from the cellar. But Bilbo feared that if he ran too quickly he'd end up running into an elf. When he reached Thorin's cell, he watched his love for a moment unseen. Thorin paced up and down with fervor. The worry and concern on his face was clear. Then he sat down on the bed with a thud putting his head in his hands. Bilbo could just make out his words, "Please let them be alright. I need them to stay alive. Bilbo and Jose – just let them live and I'll give up Erebor."

Then Bilbo slipped the Ring off his finger. "Thorin, Thorin, I'm back."

The dwarven king sprang to the door. "Bilbo, I'm so glad you're safe. Did you get the keys?"

With that, Bilbo smiled and turned the key in the lock. The door slowly creaked open, and Thorin stepped outside of his cell. But before Bilbo could say anything, Thorin was pulling him back into the cell and closing the door.

"Thorin, what the hell?" Bilbo sputtered.

"Shh, elves are coming. Put the ring on – quickly! Hold the door shut."

Bilbo did as he was told. Thorin went back to sitting on the bed. The footsteps that Thorin had heard only a moment before grew louder and suddenly stopped outside his cell. A set of elvish eyes peered inside looking at Thorin. They were so close to getting out. The dwarf king kept that in his mind as he stayed calm keeping his temper in check.

After a moment, the elf was satisfied that everything was secure and moved on. When Thorin was sure the coast was clear, he jumped off the bed and ran towards the door pinning an invisible Bilbo underneath him. Free from that moment of danger, dwarf grabbed for invisible hobbit.

"Take it off, now. I need to see you."

"What?" Bilbo didn't understand, but he obeyed.

Thorin didn't jump this time as his burglar reappeared instantly. Instead, he pulled Bilbo up to him kissing him savagely. His thick dwarvish fingers pulled mercilessly at Bilbo's clothes. Then Bilbo realized his intentions.

"Now? You want to do this now?!"

"As we were taken in the woods by the elves, I didn't see you. As we stood in the elven kings' hall, I didn't see you. While Thorin the king had to be brave for the company, Thorin the dwarf was so afraid he'd never see you again. Please Bilbo, I need to make sure you are real."

Bilbo stood up, grabbed Thorin's hand, and led him to the small bed. He turned quickly to face Thorin. "Ok, but I'm going to keep the Ring in the palm of my hand. If I hear footsteps, I'm putting it on. Cause if I get locked in here with you, none of us have any hope."

Thorin looked down and his curly haired hobbit grinning predatorily. He only had one word for Bilbo. In his deepest voice, Thorin growled, "Strip!"

Bilbo quickly did as he was commanded then slid into the bed. Thorin soon joined him. Pinning Bilbo's hands above his head, the dwarf placed kisses trailing down the hobbit's body. Thorin sucked at his throat, bit at his nipples, and finally, captured his cock in his mouth.

"Thorin...Thorin... please." Bilbo's whine made Thorin's cock throb in anticipation. Releasing him, Thorin sucked on a few of his fingers. He hated the fact they had no oil, but they had to make due. When he finally breached Bilbo, the hobbit did all he could not to make sounds. But, damn, it was hard. And so was he. As Thorin took his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, Bilbo was a moaning wreck underneath him.

After several minutes of Thorin's pounding, Bilbo thought he heard a sound. He quickly placed the Ring on his finger and disappeared. "Thorin, love, someone is coming." He hissed to his dwarf.

"Yes. Yes. Me." Groaned Thorin. A few more thrusts and Thorin came as quietly as he could. Bilbo came as well, his seed becoming visible only when it left his cock and landed on Thorin's stomach.

Luckily, Thorin was positioned away from the door. With both hobbit and dwarf panting with the after shocks, neither one of them noticed an elvish eye move away from the door.

As the blonde guard continued his rounds, he shook his head. He'd been told that dwarves were very animalistic creatures, but he'd never heard of one needing it so bad that he'd fuck a mattress.

Jose was in a similar spot but not liking it as well as Thorin or Bilbo were in their situation. The thin frame of the Necromancer moved above her thrusting his cock mercilessly in and out. He'd been focusing on staying solid and nowhere did he focus more than in his penis. Jose could swear that it bigger now than when it went in.

She was determined not to let herself get swept away by the feeling, but the dark headed sorcerer was having none of that. He reached between them and rubbed her clit in time to his thrusts sending Jose screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The noises she made turned him on even more; and with one last powerful lunge, he came inside her.

The Necromancer collapsed on top of Jose. In the midst of her orgasm, she clung onto his thinly pale yet muscular body. He couldn't hide the smirk that came to his lips as she held him. But when she came to, Jose tried to push him off her. He allowed her the action in order to humour her. He hadn't enjoyed himself like that in centuries. The least he could do let her feel she had a little power – even if it was only an illusion.

Now that he'd taken her dignity away, Jose felt the only way to get some of her own back was to be as hateful as she could. She turned away from him and sat up.

"I remember you now. You're nothing more than Morgoth's whipping boy. Whether you go by 'Sauron' or 'The Necromancer', you are still just the same poor stupid schmuck who poured all his power into one ring. I mean, who does that? 'Oh I've got all this power and I'm going to separate it from myself in order to make me stronger?' Really?"

The Necromancer's eyes narrowed as he looked at her. "Is that truly what you think of me?"

"I don't think – I know."

"You know nothing. Did you ever think of it from a side other than your own? No. That would be too hard for your foolish human mind to take."

"What other side is there? You're pure evil."

"Tell that to the orcs and goblins who were under constant attack from the elves simply because they had the misfortune to be different. It's not their fault they were turned into hideous looking creatures. They didn't ask for it, so its not their fault. All I did was offer them protection. I didn't foresee that it would bring the wrath of elves and men upon me. They are the ones who invaded my home."

"You mean, just like it's not my fault because I didn't ask for this?"

The Necromancer lifted his head up in defiance but refused to answer. So Jose continued, "Anyway, I'm sure it's not as simple as that."

"Well, my dear, you'll have some time to think about that while I get to have some fun deciding what to do to you next."