"Lord Thror grew mad with a sickness of the mind, his love of gold had grown so fast. He became cruel, and spent days counting his growing stashes of gold. His people began to lose faith in him, even his own grandson. And then one day a foul curse fell upon the city of Dale, breathing fire and trampling innocent people with its heavy feet and tail. The city soon succumbed to the wroth of the dragon … but this what not what the dragon wanted. You see, dragons crave gold. He barrelled through the door of Erebor, crushing our soldiers without a care, he ransacked homes and burnt down the great hall just to get to the treasury, that was stacked high with gold and jewels. King Thror retrieved the Arkenstone, his most precious possession, but dropped it beneath a wave of gold as the dragon submerged itself in the treasure. Thror howled with devastation and was ready to perish in search of the gem when he was pulled away by his grandson, who helped him and a lot of other citizens of Erebor to safety, risking his own life to save theirs. The young prince gazed up at the horizon where the Elven king, who had pledged allegiance to the line of Durin stood, flanked by a battle ready army. But the elven king did not see the cause to be worth the lives of his men and turned away, condemning the dwarves to a life of wandering the lands and working like slaves to those of other races. The young prince took it upon himself to lead the people, helping them find food and shelter, he worked in labour as a blacksmith to support his exiled people." Kili paused in his story as he watched her eyes flicker beneath their thin lids, as if a dream held her captive. He ran a hand softly down the side of her face, his finger tips gently tracing the contour of her delicate features. Her soft skin created a warm hum beneath his touch.
"But the prince knew he had a calling. He knew he had to take back the land that belonged to him and rightfully claim the crown under the mountain. So he called to all the dwarves throughout middle earth, and the most loyal twelve pledged to follow him through perils unknown and dangers untold, to take back their home within the mountain which had been stolen. As brave as the thirteen were they knew they needed a burglar, someone who could pass through the dragon's halls unnoticed. When the dwarves arrived in the home of their chosen burglar they encountered a beauty, the likes of which the humbled dwarves had never seen. The nephew of the exiled king, a young man yet unfamiliar with the horrors of battle, but loyal to the end, pledged his service to the angel before him. As their journey went on the young prince watched her, his admiration and adoration grew. One evening the beautiful maiden was placed in harms way by a hideous creature, and the young prince leapt from his hiding place, being scolded by all the other dwarves, threatening the trolls in a bold voice. The trolls merely laughed and threw the beauty to him. He caught her, careful to not cause her any pain. When he looked into her deep brown eyes, his world dissolved around him, leaving just himself and the maiden. He was called to join the battle, but couldn't help himself as he captured those petal soft lips with his in a hasty kiss." Kili looked down at her pale pink lips, the flesh looking soft and plump. His throat immediately went dry and he fiddled with a stray cherry red curl. "And ever since he has wanted to feel those lips once more."
Kili swallowed hard, steeling himself for the action he was about to commit. Nerves bubbled up through his belly as he lowered his face to millimetres above Calla's. The scent of her body hit his nose instantly, a mix between green apples and honeysuckle. "Here goes." he whispered to himself as he closed the gap between them, his lips pressing gently into hers. He was about to pull away, when he felt a soft pressure against the flesh of his own lips, and a low moan emanated from Calla's throat. His eyes, which he was unaware had closed themselves, sprang open to look into the dark eyes of the young she-hobbit. He gasped huskily in surprise and tried to sit up, his cheeks flushing a dusky scarlet in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I … uh ..." Kili stuttered, suddenly uneasy with the situation. He attempted to turn his face away, but the cool touch of dainty fingers on his rough jaw line stopped him.
"There is no need to apologise Kili" came Calla's hoarse whisper, as she intently studied his face, her own eyes lighting up at his bashful countenance. The dwarf prince swallowed heavily and allowed her to guide his face back to its original position, hovering above hers, "In fact I would welcome the action if you felt so inclined to do it again." she giggled purposely making her request sound more technical than what she was actually meaning.
"You wish me to kiss you again?" he mumbled, his voice barely audible and his warm breath ghosting over her cheeks. His palms became clammy as he gripped the silken material of the bed sheets beneath his fingers, his other hand rhythmically stroking its path over her cheek.
"Yes" she whispered back as a weak smile played across her lips.
"Then say it … I want to hear it coming from you." he challenged, his voice becoming a husky baritone that could rival his uncle's. A deep red blush stained her pale cheeks and her chocolate eyes widened at this flash of his newly revealed dominant side. Her heart started to thud in her chest and her stomach raged with butterflies.
"kiss me again Kili"
The young prince smiled at her, his eyes watching her from under hooded lids, his tongue quickly swept over his lips, moistening the flesh before he closed the gap between them once again in a heated kiss. The action elicited a soft moan from the young hobbit's throat as she wound her dainty fingers through his dark hair, pulling him ever closer. The couple broke apart long enough to take a gulping breath of air before their lips collided once again in a hasty and passionate kiss.
"Well thank Aule for that! I was beginning to think I was going to have to lock you in a cupboard together." Came Fili's humoured voice from the door, instantly breaking his brother and Calla apart, who both gazed at him with pink cheeks and their faces set into sheepish expressions.
"What do you want Fili?" the younger of the two brothers asked, his teeth gritted in thinly veiled anger, as his dark eyes burned at his sibling. Fili shuffled uncomfortably, but the cocky expression never shifted from his handsome face.
"Well I was going to inform you that we had been called to dine with Lord Elrond. But I could always just eat enough for us both, brother."
Kili frowned at the jibe feeling his stomach rumble and pull in hunger. He looked down at the young woman in his arms, his eyes soft. "Do you mind? I have yet to eat since waking and I am famished. I would come straight back to you." Calla smiled and opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by the return of her nurse.
"A word from the one you love can heal even the most wounded of bodies I see." she chuckled as she moved towards the bed, and winked knowingly at Kili as she gripped Calla's wrist, checking her pulse. "I will quickly check her wounds and if she has healed correctly during her sleep she may join you at the Lord's table."
Kili nodded, a boyish smile crossing his handsome features as he leant down placing a soft kiss on her lips in a parting gesture. "I will see you soon my love." he whispered in her ear, before being helped off of the bed and left the room under the support of his elder brother.
"Still no meat!" growled Dwalin as he searched through the piles of salad leaves on his plate, his brow set into a low frown.
"Or chips" agreed Ori, his little face set in a sad expression.
"There will be plenty of chips for you when we reclaim Erebor, Ori." reassured Fili with a grin as he helped Kili take a seat, a wince of pain radiating through the action. He plonked himself down beside his brother and began to fill two plates with the huge selection of vegetables.
"What self respecting creature doesn't eat meat! Its ridiculous!" Fumed Dwalin once again as he crossed his arms over his chest in protest.
"Elves are vegetarians for the most part, they feed off the land. Just drink your ale brother and be grateful we have food." scolded Balin as he eyed his brother's actions.
"That tastes like piss water too." The hardened warrior grumbled, but a sharp look from his elder sibling quietened him hastily, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid.
A sudden hush fell over the table, unbeknownst to Kili who had realised exactly how hungry he was and was shovelling food into his mouth in a very undignified manner. Fili frowned at his brother's actions and elbowed him hard in the side, earning a pained yelp from the dark haired prince. "What?" he hissed angrily through a mouthful of lettuce.
"Look" breathed Fili, pointing towards the entry arch of the dining area. Kili followed the line of his brother's stubby finger and felt his stomach clench with the sight before his eyes. His mouth dropped open and a stray piece of lettuce fell back to its original place on his plate.
There, in the doorway, was Calla. Two elves accompanied her as she slowly made her way through the halls. Her small body was encased in a long silver silken gown, with flowing sleeves and diamond detailing. The dress clung to the curves of her small body perfectly, and her cherry red curls housed a smattering of gems to match the encrusting of her dress. Her posture was a little off, and her bare feet tread slowly across the marble flooring, but that was nothing seeing the damage she had sustained but a day before. The sun bounced off of the jewels surrounding her head making her glow like an angel. A giggle bubbled up through her throat at the dumbfounded look of each of the dwarves' faces. Even Thorin was openly gaping at her, his steely blue eyes watching her every move.
"It is wonderful to see you are well enough to join us Miss Took." Gandalf greeted, breaking the silence that hand fallen around the whole room, a twinkle in his aged eye.
Bilbo quickly scampered out of his chair and towards his cousin, taking her dainty hand in his and leading her towards the table, gushing at her in light tones about how beautiful she looked and how happy he was to see her walking around. She just smiled at him comfortingly and squeezed his hand as he pulled out a chair for her in a gentlemanly fashion. She winched and let out a gasp of pain as she sat, but ushered a now concerned Bilbo away, repeating quietly to him in a gentle tone that she was ok.
Calla felt a soft nudge against her calf and glanced up to see Kili grinning at her cheekily from across the table. He stretched his large hand across the table, enveloping her smaller one as the room started to fill with chatter again, The elves playing lilting music and the Dwarves chuckling and conversing with one another.
"You are in love, and it only makes you stronger."
Calla looked up, searching for the source of the lilting voice, but found no elf in ear shot, for the voice was so beautifully melodic, it could have only belonged to an elf.
"Will you follow your love to the ends of this earth?"
The voice asked again, ringing through her mind, but this time Calla could pin point the source. Sat on Lord Elrond's right hand was a beautiful elven queen, with shining blond hair and intense, ice blue eyes. And those blue eyes were staring right at her.
Hello You lovely people! Hope you enjoyed this bit, I know it was mean to leave you so long after that chapter, but unfortunately life got in the way. I hope you all like it, and once again I'd like to shout out to everyone who reviews and follows my story! please keep it up, reviews are what help me to write, it gives me the confidence and boost I need to continue on.
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P.S Rhiannonwhite18 - I know that I have twisted the ages in the wrong manner, I will one day get round to fixing it. Just think of her as any age you think will fit the circumstances. :)