The next morning, as several people found themselves waking up in disarray in the hall they had dined in, Thorin opened his eyes while moaning. – O damned, what the hell was going on?- Just thinking made his already throbbing head hurt more. But he was unable to sleep anymore, and he dragged himself to Noor's room.

"I will be using your bathroom for the next couple of hours." He said to his wife, whom strangely enough was looking quite upset at him.

After lying in the hot bath for a while, he started to feel better. But his memories also came flooding back to him. –Noor, the servant, Dis and Dwalin kissing?!-

"O bugger" he moaned. "I should not be drinking mede."

"No, you really shouldn't." He heard Noor saying. She was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed and looking at him with a mocking smile at her face. "But you did say some quite interesting things."

He was beginning to see how this would become a very tiresome morning.

"So I don't know my place, do I?" his wife continued, "And I keep you at home, occupying you with women's things? And o yeah, I stole you from the lovely Mona you were betrothed to." She added while grinning."

He sees he has no chance, and he says:"If you really want to do this now, get me some breakfast and sit with me in the bath.

Ten minutes later the breakfast arrives and she is sitting in the bath, legs pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around it.

"Please, do start."she says.

"It is all sort of true, kind of…"

"Even that you find it ennoying that I still feel bad because of – of what happened?"

"No, that is not ennoying, but it is ennoying that you only think of your own feelings, and not of someone else's." he says with a mouth full of bacon. "But come on, let's stop talking about it. It is no use. You are who you are and I am who I am. It is better to accept that and do some nicer things while we are both naked."

"Oho no, we still have tot alk about your broken betrothal to Mona and her everlasting love and lust for you!" Noor laughs, secretly releaved that Thorin is at least not angry anymore.

"Her everlasting what?!"

"Do you not remember what she said to you last night? How she knows you still luuuuuuve her, and how she should become your consort." Noor is shaking with laughing.

"But wait a minute, she is courting my brother!"

"Somehow I think that is not going to last" Noor says as she slides deeper into the water

The changing view made Thorin think of whole other things than Mona, and not long after, his wife was sitting on top of him, rubbing her pussy against his dick. As she slowly sat down on his dick and started moving, the water started splashing, faster and faster, until they both moaned with pleasure.

After soaking a bit more, Thorin says: "I had better get up, I have to talk to Dain about the orc hunting expedition."

Noor stayed in the bath a bit more, happy she and Thorin made up, but still a bit upset about him and the servant. But she decided to let it go. The weeks of coldness between them had worn her out, and she just wanted things to be nice again.

As Noor walked into the great hall, she saw Thorin, Dain and Gandalf already sitting there. The table was full of parchments and the walls full of maps. She did not know anything they had been talking about in the last two weeks, as Thorin had not spoken to her. She joined them, having her breakfast while they talked.

"The situation is getting graver." Dain said. "I have received word that they are in the Iron Hills as well now."

Thorin looked at the map. The area the orcs had spread to was too big, something had to be going n here.

"We'll go see for ourselves."He said. "We'll leave tonight. Tell Dwalin what you need, he'll give you everything."

While saying this, he felt alive again. He felt as if he was going on his quest to retake the lonely mountain again, and he had to admit he loved it. But then he saw his wife's face.

"Do you really have to go yourself?" she asked. "Can't you just send some patrols?"

"No. I am the king for a reason. I don't just hide behind my walls, but I lead my men."

It turned him on. If he was really frank with himself, he had to admit it turned him on saying those words. Feeling powerfull again, mighty. He turned to the servants, and said:

"Please leave the hall and close all the doors. Make sure no one, and I really mean no one, disturbes us."

The servants bow "Certainly my lord."

Noor, intrigued by this, is expecting Thorin to tell her some big secret no one may hear or something, but is she is surprised when her husband sits on the table, right in front of her. He pulls her up from her chair so she is standing in front of him, between his legs.

"If I am to going on a quest, I believe I am entitled to a fitting farewell" he says smirking.

"I believe you are my King" Noor replies. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"I am going to take all your clothes off, and then I am going to take you right here, on this gold floor." As he says this, he looks at the floor, remembering the time he saw a dragon flying under a similar one. But instead of these thoughts reminding him of his dragon fever, he remembered how he took Erebor back, feeling even more powerfull again.

"Let me help you then my king" Noor says, as she already starts to take her dress off.

"Well aren't you being delightfully obliging. That will give me some nice memories to take with me on my journey."Thorin says, as he smiles lustfully.

Noor is now standing naked in front of him. As he takes of his last pieces of clothing, he starts kissing her. First gently, but then more passionate. He softly bites her lower lip, taking her jaw in his hands and looking right in her eyes. As her hands play with his muscled chest and nipples, he slowly pushes her down untill she sits before him on her knees. She knows what he wants and she starts playing with his balls; rolling them, licking them and putting them in her mouth.

As she does, she hears him moan and with her other hand she starts massaging his dick, slowly going up and down. He gasps, and she slowly licks his glans. It elicits a groanfrom him and she puts his dick in her moath as far as she can, slowly sucking.

Thorin looks down on his wife. As she sits on her knees her ass sticks out a bit, and he loves the curves of it. He sees her looking up to him, with an innocent look while his dick goes in and out of her mouth. He grabs her hair and slowly pulls and pushes it to show her the rhytm. As he feels his pleasure rising, he slowly pulls her off his dick and gets off the table. He takes her to the middle of the hall and slowly lays her down.

"Please my dear, tell me: who is your king?"

"It is you mylord" she says in a demure voice but with a naughty look in her eyes.

"And you trust me, don't you?"

"Of course mylord."

"Then please, lie on your back and spread your legs as far as you can."

As she does what he says, she realises she is lying on the gold floor in the middle of the great hall completely naked. The thought of the possibility that someone enters, despite Thorin's orders, strangely exhilarates her and a warm feeling flows from her private parts to her belly. Thorin puts two fingers in her mouth and she twists and turns her tongue around them.

With his wet fingers, Thorin slowly starts to trail circles around her clit. He knows exactly how to find her sensitive spot, and before long her pelvis starts winding. But then he stops, and this time she immediately knows she is prepared to beg him to continue if need to. But she does not have to. He continues with his thumb. She expects him to put his other fingers inside of her, but to her surprise he doesn't. She feels his fingers going further down, until they reach another opening and start apllying pressure. She wants to move away from it, but he says:

"You just said you trust me, didn't you?"

"Yes" she says hesitating

"Then do so"

She lies back down, waiting for what is to come. His thumbs starts moving faster, and it relaxes her. But then slowly, she feels his middle finger entering her ass. She gasps and again tries to move away. Thorin holds her down with his other hand, making sure she can not get away from his still pushing finger. She moans; this time not of pleasure, but of fear and a little pain. But as he keeps going, she gets used to the feeling and even starts liking it. His thumb keeps going faster and with the added pressure from her ass, great amounts of pleasure keep engulfing her, until she can not hold it anymore and comes while groaning his name louder and louder "Thorin, o Thorin, yes yes, THORIN."

He knew she would eventually like his finger penetrating her ass. Just as he knew she would have to get used to it a little. As his thumbs plays with her clit and his middle finger moves in and out of her ass, he gets very turned on, a feeling only made larger by her screaming, literally screaming his name, even though there is a possibility someone hears them. Or rather, a very large chance. Pre cum is already coming out of his dick and after she finishes, he takes her arms and pins them over her head, spreading her legs further with his knees. As she lies like that, helpless and still moaning a bit from her orgasm, he penetrates her, his dick gliding in smoothly as she is warm and wet.

"O yes"he groans, "O yes."

He fucks her more forcefully now, big thrusts, pushing of with his knees. She starts groaning again, wrapping his legs around his waist.

"Call me your king as you finish" he groans "Say it."

"Yes my king, she moans, "Yes, yes, yes, MY KING!"

He feels her muscles chenching and with a scream he comes and falls on top of her.

After a minute or so, she starts moving again. "Well " she says, "-ahum-We ought to get dressed, and hope that no one heard us."

As they are dressed, Thorin walks out of the hall, as sign for the servants that the other doors may also be opened.

"Why were the doors closed?" Dwalin asks.

"A king's privilege" Thorin says. "What do you want?"

"We need to talk about the supplies for tonight."

"What do you need to know?"

"Well, everything really. Who is going, how long are we going?"

"The whole company is to come, except for Balin, he is too old now, Frerin, Gandald, Dain, five patrol units, but they will pack for themselves, and we'll probably be gone for three days or so. Please inform the company members and the captain of the guard of this. I'll be in my chambers if you need to know something else."

And with that, Thorin walks to his chambers to take a nap.

Noor goes to find her sisters, to talk about recent development. As they hear the news, Giselle says:

"I had better go to say goodbye to Kili then." And before anyone can say anything, she walks of.

Slowly, the halls and corridor become more and more disarrayed with servants and company members. As dusk is falling, Noor goes to Thorin's chambers.

"How long will you be gone for?" she asks.

"Just a day or three" he says. "Don't worry, it is just a patrol. Look at it this way: it will give you the chance to do some fun things with your sisters and Dis."

They kiss, and walk to the main doors together. The stablemaster is already waiting with Thorin's pony and thecompany memebers and patrol units are also ready. Thorin takes one more look at his wife, and then they ride away, while Kili keeps turning his head to see Giselle.

"Is there something wrong with your neck, Kili?" Fili asks his brother "It seems to keep twitching your head back."

"Shut up Fili" Kili yells while blushing.

But everyone has already heard it, and they have seen Kili's wanting looks at Giselle.

"Carefull there nephew" Thorin says "Never forget that she is Noor's sister and I have responsability for her while she is here. And where she comes from, they think quite different about honour and how to avenge it when a lady loses it."

But on the inside, he is laughing. – It might not even be a bad idea to arrange a marriage between the two of them.-

They ride on, passing Dale, and sending scouts and trackers ahead to find a trace of the orcs.

After having spent two days with her sisters and Dis, intentionally not inviting Mona, Noor is becoming restless. She does not feel well and Thorin not being back yet worries her. She tries to listen what others are saying, but is quiet herself. Her food does not still her hunger anymore and her drinks do not quench her thirst.

"Don't worry Noor" Dis tries to comfort her, "They will be back soon, They are always later than they say."

But her words do not comfort Noor, and after five days she gets even sicker and remains in bed, refusing to see anyone. As she rests in a slumber between being awake and sleeping, a soft knock on her doors brings her back to reality.

"Enter" she says.

It is Balin. "I know you have said you don't want to see anyone, but yur sisters are worried. Please let me check you up to see what is wrong with you."

"There is nothing wrong with me, I am just tired."

"Still" Balin says, "What is the harm?"

Sighingly Noor agrees, and Balin comes to sit next to her on the bed, dragging along a big bag full of instruments and medicine with him.

Dis and Noor's sisters stand on the other side of the door, trying to hear what Noor and Balin are saying, but the door is too thick and they can not hear anything. Not willing to enter Thorin's room to listen at that door, they just wait for Balin to come out. As he does, he is looking worried.

"What is it Balin? What is wrong with Noor?"

"Nothing, nothing" he says, "Just a little cold." And swiftly he walks of.

Knowing nothing more, they return to their hall for lunch.

Noor on the other hand, finally gets out of bed. She calls for one of her ladies, and with her help she puts a white dress on. Then, she puts the cape that Thorin gave her on, and walks to the corridor that is in the front of the castle. There, she opens the doors to the balcony, and just stands there, looking over the horizon, trying to see her husband returning.

She stays here untill dusk, when she returns to her room. At dawn, she wakes up, puts her cape on and goes to the balcony again. This goes on for nine days and Noor, only eating some small nibbles her sisters bring her, gets skinnier and paler, standing on the balcony like a marble statue, shining in the winter sun. No matter how much Dis, her sisters and Balin beg and plea, she refuses to come in.

After having ridden for three days, Thorin and his men finally find a track of the orcs, leading them to the north of the Mirkwood where the elves no longer have command. The first two days go well; they beat several small groups of orcs. But they do notice that those groups all seem to consist of trackers and scouts and no real warriors. But the third day, they stumble upon a much, much larger group. Overwhelmed by the sheer number, it must at least be 3000, they have no other chance than to run. For eight days they are being chaced by the orcs, only having small rests and little food. But they double back through the Mirkwood and in the ninth day, they find the way to Erebor again, leaving the orcs behind them.

As they pass Dale and approach Erebor, they see a white, shining statue standing on the main balcony. Many believe it to be a hallucination, brought on by hunger, thirst and fatigue. But Thorin knows what he sees, and he would recognise the shine coming from the statue everywhere. It is his wife, wearing the cape he gifted her. He gets worried – why would she be standing there, all alone and in the cold?- and he rides faster, leaving the others behind him.

As he enters, Dis immediately comes running towards him and starts crying.

"Where have you been? You were supposed to be gone for three days at the most! And now you come home all filthy and tired!"

"There were some surprises. Why is Noor on the balcony?"

"She has been standing there for nine days, looking for you I think. We could not get her inside, nor could we get her to really eat."

Thorin runs to the balcony, taking two, three stair steps at once, forgetting all about the orc army they have seen. As he enters the room the balcony is situated at, Noor turns around and collapses.

"Balin" he screams at the top of his lungs, "Balin get here now!"

The little dwarf runs as fast has his leg scan carry him, and as he opens the door, he sees Thorin sitting on the floor, Noor in his arms.

"How could you let this happen Balin?!" Thorin bellowes. "How could you?"

Balin kneels at Noor's side, feeling her wrist and her neck.

"She is just overly tired Thorin. She refused to leave the balcony, no matter what we did, even in her condition."

"Her condition?"

Balin sees his mistake – why did he always had to be such a blabber mouth?- and says: "Just get her to bed, let her sleep and then feed her, she will feel better." And walks away.

Thorin carries his wife to her bedroom, followed by Dis and Noor's sisters, and puts her in her bed, carefully lying next to her.

"Go tell the cook to prepare her something to eat." He says to the women.

After they leave, he is overcome by his tiredness and falls asleep next to Noor, his arms around her.

In the meantime, what should have been a joyfull homecoming has become a gloomy gathering, as all the men are tired and everyone is worried about Noor. The women tell them how the vibrant woman has turned into a ghost of herself, as a mysterious illness and her longing for Thorin have taken her over. After the men have eaten, they go to bed, too tired to talk about their hunt.

After a couple of hours, Thorin is awoken by Noor moving. He immediately sits up, and as she opens her eyes, he sighs in relief.

"Where have you been?"she asks softly. "Where have you been?" now louder. "You were supposed to come back after three days, and I-I" and she starts sobbing.

"Hey, hey, I am back now, there is nothing to worry about anymore. Come on, let me wrap a blanket around you and bring you somethng to eat."

As he says that, Noor starts gagging and runs to the bathroom. Thorin comes after her, seeing his wife hanging over the toilet. As she is finished, she drinks some water and goes back to bed, tired again.

Thorin holds her in his arms, asking:"What is wrong with you, Balin said you were sick, what is it that you have?"

She starts sobbing again, and says:"I am not sick, I am pregnant." Crying even harder.

"Then why are you crying?!" Thorin shouts out, happier than he has ever been. "That is the greatest news ever. Do you not want my child?"

"I do, but as you did not return, I knew something evil is out there and that this is not the time to have a child."

"As I said before, I am here to protect you. Nothing will ever happen to you." But a shadow glides over his face. "Now rest some more. I will be back in an hour or so."

Thorin puts an extra blanket over his wife and walks to Balin working room.

"Is it true?" he asks while he closes the door. "Is she really pregnant?"

Balin looks up. "Yes, I was quite surprised myself , as you know it normally takes dwarves longer, but she really is. Though in the very early stages, so don't get too excited yet."

"And do you expect any problems?" Thorin hesitantly asks.

"There might be. She is not a dwarf, so it is possible that she can not carry a dwarf child full term. But nothing is certain, so we will just have to see."

Thorin sits in Balin's room for a bit, thinking of this new child and the welbeing of his wife. Balin disturbes his thoughts as he asks:

"How did your hunt go."

Thorin's head jerks up "O bugger, I can't be sitting here, I have to gather everyone and contact our allies."

He runs to the great hall and orders the servants to wake all the men of the company, Gandalf, Frerin and Dwain.