Chapter 14

Morning

Sigrid woke as Tilda kicked her in the leg while rolling in the bed. She peered over at her sister and sighed as Tilda snorted once in her dreams. Sigrid yawned and stretched before she sat up. Ony lay next to Tilda's head on her pillow, still in his small, yellow fox form.

Sigrid stood up and stretched once more as she walked back to her room. She washed and changed for the day before heading to the kitchen. She looked forward to the help she'd receive after the brewery and inn were finished. One of the women she knew well from Esgaroth would be cooking and cleaning for them from then on. She was hoping they'd be able to team up and finish organizing and cleaning the keep. It was towards the bottom of the necessary list, but she knew it was going to push towards the top if ever King Dain or King Thranduil visited.

She shook her head in thought as she prepared breakfast. She wasn't sure how she'd get used to being ...well...what was she? Was Da to be a king or was he a Duke? Did that make her a princess or a lady? She sighed heavily as she heard Tilda getting dressed.

Tilda bounced out of her room with Ony close on her heels. She kneeled on the bench and bounced up and down.

"Da or Mum awake yet?" she asked excitedly.

Sigrid raised an eyebrow at her, "Whats got you all excited?"

"Mum said she'd teach us to fight!" Tilda said raising her fists up smiling.

"I haven't seen them yet," Sigrid said with a small frown, "Tho it was a hard day yesterday."

"I'm gonna go wake Mum!" Tilda said as she bounded off towards Elena's room.

Tilda burst into the doorway only to find the bed still made and no Elena in sight. Tilda frowned a bit before heading to her father's room. She knocked on the door gently. She heard her father's light snoring and she opened the door to peer inside. Her eyes widened as she saw Elena asleep facing the door with her father's arms wrapped tightly around her. The covers fell off them just enough for Tilda to know they weren't dressed and she blushed furiously before stepping back and closing the door softly. She walked gently back to the kitchen and noticed Bain had joined Sigrid.

"Where's Mum?" Sigrid asked puzzled.

Tilda's cheeks blushed red again before she leaned forward to whisper loudly, "She's in Da's room."

Bain and Sigrid's eyes widened before they smirked. They looked at each other and broke out into snorts, chuckles, and giggles.

"What?" Tilda asked confused.

"You'll know when your older," Sigrid said as she handed Bain dishes to set the table.

Few Moments After Tilda Left

Elena slowly stirred as she thought she heard the door open. She saw it closed and felt Bard's arms around her. She smiled as she turned in his arms to gaze up at him. His gentle snoring lessened as she moved. She ran a finger down his cheek to his neck and then down to his chest. She spread her hand across his chest as she ran her fingers through the bit of dark chest hair he had.

He smirked as he felt her caressing him, first his chest and then his shoulder. He opened his eyes to watch her. He saw her cheeks redden as he did.

"Good morning," she said shyly.

"And every morning after if I'm to wake to this view," he said huskily as he smiled.

"Aren't we a charmer this morning?" she asked smiling widely.

"Only this morning?" he asked pretending to be wounded.

She chuckled lightly, "Well we shall have to see huh?"

"True."

"We should probably get up. I smell breakfast."

"I'm sure it will be interesting."

"How so?"

"I'm pretty sure Tilda checked on us earlier," he said with a renewed smirk.

"That's why I heard the door," she moaned as she buried her face in his chest.

"Well get used to it My Lady," he said, "Shes used to curtains instead of doors."

She chuckled as she stretched in his arms. She grinned and leaned forward. She captured his lips with hers. He moaned into her mouth as he pulled her tightly to him. Their tongues danced for a few moments before she regretfully pulled away.

"Well My Lord," she said tapping his chest lightly, "Breakfast awaits."

He groaned before wrapping an arm around her waist, "I'll take my breakfast here."

"There is no food in here," she said as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who said my breakfast had to be food?" he asked as he pulled her under him.

"Bard!" she giggled out as she felt all of him against her.

He nibbled down her neck to her breasts as one arm propped him up and the other roamed down her side to grasp her hip tightly to his. She felt his length pressing against her as her legs parted enough to cradle his body against her. He pulled her thigh up over his hip as he rubbed his length gently against her. She moaned softly.

"How are you feeling this morning Love?" he asked lowly as he cupped her.

She moaned into his hair as he sucked on her neck, "Really good at the moment," she murmured.

"Any soreness?" he asked gently as he carefully dipped two fingers into her.

"Mmm," she moaned, "None that I feel presently."

He smirked as he pulled her other thigh up against his hip and slowly started pumping his fingers into her. Her hands soon grasped at his shoulders as she moaned loudly.

"You sound ready for me My Heart," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded quickly as she couldn't make a coherent word. He chuckled softly as he rubbed himself against her slit. Once he was covered in her wetness, he slowly pushed himself inside her. They both moaned as he filled her to his hilt. He kissed her deeply before lowering his attentions to her breasts. He started pumping in and out of her as he nibbled, licked, and sucked at her breasts. She raised her hips up to meet him thrust after thrust as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He wrapped an arm around her waist to help pull her against him as his other hand tangled in her hair as well. She tugged on his hair causing him to moan louder as he sucked hard on a soft spot on top of one of her breasts.

He pulled his knees up to sit on them as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He wrapped his arm around her waist again and pulled her to sit on him. He lifted his hips up to thrust hard into her again and again. Her moans quickly turned to the mewls he loved. He watched her breasts bounce as he continued to thrust up into her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her head leaned back and her hair fluttered around her like a cape. He sucked and kissed her neck as she mewled loudly. She met his thrusts as often as she could.

She was breathing really hard as he slapped against her loudly. Her mewls were getting more incoherent as she felt her orgasm building inside her. His thrusts grew faster as he felt her clenching against him.

"That's it Love," he groaned into her neck, "Let go for me."

"Baaard!" she mewled loudly as she felt the stars spread throughout her body.

He felt her tighten around him and his thrusts grew erratic as he groaned her name. He thrust inside her a few more times while he held on tight. She felt him spill his seed inside her as he groaned her name again. He wrapped his arms around her and she loosened her arms from his neck. She kissed him deeply and he smiled widely as he looked into her eyes.

"I like the way you say my name too," she whispered.

He smirked as he cupped her cheek, "Its been a long time since I was this happy."

"I don't remember everbeing this happy," she chuckled.

Meanwhile

"Why couldn't we have waited for Mum and Da to take a walk to the brewery?" Tilda asked Bain and Sigrid.

They looked at each other before Bain looked down at Tilda uncomfortably, "Sometimes Mums and Das need time alone."

"You think we'll get a baby brother?" Tilda asked after a few moments.

Bain choked into his hand at her comment as Sigrid laughed.

"Another sibling wouldn't be too bad eh?" Sigrid said as they waved to Marik.

"Lord and Ladies of Dale!" Marik boomed, "What brings you this way without our Duke and Captain?"

"We felt a walk was in order," Sigrid said, "I was also wondering how long until the brewery and inn were finished."

Marik's eyes gleamed, "Aye, I heard aaaall about that Missy!"

"What?" Bain asked.

"Heard the gossip that our Duke has proposed to our lovely Captain," he said smirking, "Doesn't surprise me if she said yes the way those two are always making moon eyes at each other."

"How did you know that?" Tilda asked.

"Good news travels fast," Marik said, "Heard Elena's cousin Alan gave his blessing as well."

Sigrid blushed at Alan's name causing Marik to laugh heartily.

"Now then," Marik said as he clapped his hands together before rubbing them back and forth, "Knowing lil miss Elena as long as I have she'll want to turn the finished building into a celebration. What better time to join two deserving people together for life and lift the spirits of their kin!"

"How much time do we have?" Sigrid asked as she made lists in her head.

"About three weeks until we can have a proper celebration," Marik said as he played with his beard while rubbing his chin, "Tho if we time this right it'll be on a blessed day indeed."

"Blessed day?" Tilda asked with her brows furrowed.

"Three weeks and one day from now is a night for a special feast among the people of Dale," Marik explained, "For years we've kept up tradition. Its the celebration of Lord Girion's marriage to his own lovely Lady."

"But Girion was killed by Smaug," Tilda said.

"They married for love," Marik said proudly, "He courageously stayed behind fightin a dragon to give his family and people time to get away. His wife stayed true til death and their line lives on strong standin before me today."

"Mum said she was a descendant of Girion's General," Tilda whispered with wide eyes.

Marik smirked and winked at Tilda, "Exactly. Girion's closest friend was the same General that our dear Elena's descended from. I believe they are blessed indeed, might as well give them a wedding day that reflects that."