Chapter 21: Breaking Hearts

Warning! Chapter contains mature content! Please be respectful!

Evening finally drew in on Rivendell in a peaceful wave of cool breezes and birds singing their final calls for the night. Thorin found himself stuck by his window the whole day, simply watching the light fade. His insides were aching at the thought of what he planned to do that night. As the sun finally sank with its last rays beneath the horizon, Thorin sighed heavily and turned for his chamber doors.

He heaved the heavy doors open and marched in the direction of Lily's chambers, but it felt as though time had slowed. His mind went over his plan again and again, and each time he felt the gut-wrenching blow of her tears cracking him, and making him falter, but he knew he had to stick to the plan. Even if he was kind to her, even if he explained things gently to her, she would still try to follow, she was so stubborn! He found himself smiling at that last bit, before the sadness clenched at him once more.

Finally he arrived at his destination and heaved open the door, but suddenly felt as though his strength was failing. Once it was open, he peered inside to see her sitting up, this time in a much finer garment than before, her hair had little delicate flowers laced into the chestnut tresses, and that smile, it knocked the wind out of him. He slowly approached her, assuming a mask over his face to cover his pain. He instead let his feelings from earlier return, as it was so easy with how beautiful she looked.

"I've missed you." Lily said with a small blush as her sparkling blue eyes looked at him admiringly.

"And I you." He said huskily as he came to a halt beside her bed.

"How have you been - " Lily began to ask but Thorin cut her short,

"Please, I have no words for you tonight. Just allow me to show you…" Thorin said in a voice slowly giving in to weakness, leaning in and taking her face gently in his hand as he captured her soft lips in a tender, sensual kiss.

Lily was concerned by his tone and his words, but remembered that in the past when he had been this way, simply making love seemed to soothe him beyond measure. They showed each other physically what they could not put into words. She found herself surrendering to him willingly.

Thorin broke from their tender kiss and straightened himself up, looking Lily over with hungry eyes. The dark look of passion in his hooded eyes thrilled Lily immensely. She knew what would follow a look like that. Thorin grabbed hold of her blanket and cast it aside roughly, taking in the full view of her lustfully. There was an urgency in him this time that Lily had not seen before. He stripped himself of his heavy clothing, and tossed them aside, his eyes locking onto her face as she took in the glorious site of his muscular nude body.

He waited for it, that tiny involuntary shiver she gave when she enjoyed what she saw. His muscles tensed when he saw it, and when those eyes of hers became slightly glazed he knew it was time. He roughly grabbed her hem and pushed it up her thighs, caressing them as he went, over her hips, up past her ribs, brushing against the sides of her creamy breasts until finally he pulled her garment over her head and forcefully threw it aside.

The look of lust on Thorin's face was almost intimidating, but Lily wanted to feel that powerful body take her, make her feel wanted and beautiful, she wanted to hear him grunt, groan and roar out his passion for her. She did not have to hope for long, as he swiftly climbed on top of her and captured her still tingling lips in blazing kisses. It felt as though his very forge was consuming her, she melted into his ministrations like a hot metal that he could do with as he pleased.

Thorin was torn between the emotions raging inside him. He was disgusted with himself for what he was going to do, but he also could not resist Lily, he had longed for her so dearly these last few days. He found he was far more rough with her than he intended, but she didn't seem to mind. She probably thought it was simply because he had not had her in a while, and he was desperate to get at her.

He forced her thighs open and rested his hands on her knees as he looked down at the place he had come to know as his safe haven. Her soft curls glistened ever so slightly, she had been waiting for him, and her desire was obvious. He grunted stiffly as his manhood jerked at the sight. He hesitated, once he started, there was no going back. Lily immediately picked up on his hesitation,

"Thorin?" Her silky voice, that normally caressed him so, distressed him tonight. How could he betray that sound? His eyes snapped onto her face before he could stop himself, and a wolf-like look of hunger was evident on his face, Lily gasped and shivered, and Thorin could control himself no more.

He leaned over her beautiful body and with one hand clasped his manhood, pushing it into her slick, warm folds. He allowed himself to groan loudly, as he closed his eyes at the pleasure. Lily moaned too, softly and sensually, and as soon as Thorin was deeply buried within her he began to crash into her warmth with a thinly controlled violence. Lily's hands ran over his body freely, relishing the feeling of his muscles tensing every time he pounded into her. He was definitely enjoying her pleasures, but something else was happening as well, she knew all was not right, he did not look her in the eye. In the moment she let the thought go, for she was far too consumed in Thorin to be able to think.

Thorin continued on in his rough love-making for a while before he found that Lily was trying to capture his gaze. Normally he would lock eyes with her, trying to penetrate her, body and soul, but tonight he could not force himself to look into those loving eyes. He stopped his rhythm abruptly, and was confronted with a moan of disappointment from Lily. He quickly grabbed her hips and roughly flipped her over.

As she lay on her stomach beneath him, he felt his resolve crumbling. The curve of her back leading to the gentle slope of her incredible backside, which he had so lustfully grabbed at in the past now lay trustingly beneath him. "On your hands and knees." He commanded in a rough voice.

Lily did as she was commanded, and Thorin took in a sharp breath at the sight of her in such a vulnerable position. He gripped her hip with one hand firmly, and reentered her, guiding his manhood back in slightly more gently than before. Once inside he began the same crashing rhythm, and Lily's moans became louder. Now he could fully enjoy himself without fear of looking into her eyes. One hand gripped her hips firmly as the other grabbed her cheek, squeezing lustfully as he grunted his pleasure. Her little moans only encouraged him on, he gave her a quick smack that sent shock-waves along her spine followed by a tiny yelp. Thorin could not suppress the deep chuckle that came out.

She was arching her back for him in submission, she was pushing her backside against him, she was moaning with pleasure, and Thorin soon felt the inevitable wave coming over him. His speed picked up, but he had no intention of leaving Lily without. With one hand he reached beneath her and pressed with maddening pressure against her sensitive nub. Lily cried out in pleasure, and writhed against him ever so slightly. "Come with me." Thorin grunted out brokenly. Lily's moans became louder and more desperate, and he knew she was close. He threw his head back as he enjoyed the sound of their flesh crashing together, mixed with her moans, and he groaned once more, "Lily, come with me!" His control was slipping away. A loud, sensual cry from Lily signaled her release as he felt the warmth of her walls clenching around him, and he finally allowed himself to let go, roaring as he heavily pounded his seed into her for what may be the last time.

Once the waves had subsided, Thorin stopped his rhythm, still perched behind her, now silently admiring her figure, gently tracing the curve of her backside with his hand until the soft sigh of pleasure from Lily reminded him of his earlier plan. He hesitated, he swallowed hard, trying to think of another way, he wasn't sure if he could do it. She was starting to turn her head to look back at him, and that moment of panic gave him what he needed to proceed. He pulled out of her roughly and climbed off the bed. Lily was evidently shocked. She looked at him picking up his clothes from the floor,

"Thorin? What's wrong?" She asked, concern flooding her. Thorin steeled himself against what was to come. He continued to dress in silence. "Did I do something…?" She asked hesitantly, letting her body sink down onto the bed.

"You were glorious, as always." Thorin said in the cold tone he had rehearsed in his head.

"So where are you going? Will you not stay with me?" Her soft, pleading voice was slicing away at his insides, but he had to maintain the façade.

"Why would I do that?" Thorin asked, turning to finally face her, his mask of indifference in place.

Lily's look of shock and hurt was written all over her beautiful face. Thorin hated himself, he wanted to give up his plan, run to her, take her in his arms and kiss her again and again, and after a short while of apologizing, take her passionately once more, but he knew he could not. He had to ensure she would not try to follow him to Erebor.

"I don't understand," She said, suddenly sitting up and pulling the sheets to cover herself.

"What is there to understand, I got what I came for, and now I am leaving." Thorin said in his indifferent tone.

"What?" Lily said indignantly, the tears now filling her eyes, "What do you mean 'got what you came for'?" The tone of panic was rising in that silken voice that struck at him like a mighty hammer.

"Just that. I made no promises to you of anything else." Thorin finally had his coat on and was ready to leave. He then said, "I can pay you if you prefer." His tone was aloof, but Thorin was disgusted with himself for even suggesting it.

"Pay me?" Lily spat out, "Are you saying that all this time I have been nothing but your whore?" Lily began to yell. Thorin could not look her in the eye, because he knew he would crumble. "LOOK AT ME THORIN OAKENSHIELD!" She screamed. He steeled himself and turned to look at her with a mask of pure indifference. Her eyes were racing over his face, trying to find any trace of emotion, but he had practiced this mask for many years while living amongst men. "So the flowers, the necklace, all of it was just payment?" The tears were flowing freely as her voice rose in indignation.

Thorin said nothing, he stood still as a statue. "What about everything you said to me?" She said through tears of pain, "You said you loved me, that you wanted me to be your queen!" She screamed at him.

"I said what I needed to in order to get what I wanted." Thorin said coldly, surprising even himself at his tone, but he kept his exterior like ice. "Did you really think you were that special to me? You were just a common whore amongst men, how could a noble king ever want you as a queen, or your Halfling bastard as an heir?" He said in a haughty condescending tone as he felt his very rib cage crushing his heart.

The sound of sheer pain that escaped her beautiful lips sliced Thorin from head to toe. He had to look away to keep his resolve. "Get.Out." Lily said in a low threatening tone, the tears coming thick and fast.

"As you wish." He said in a low tone, turning to the door, straightening himself up and walking out, slamming the door behind him. He listened for a moment, and heard her bursting into sobs, and crying in anguish. He turned and placed a hand on the door, his eyes filling with tears, he clenched his teeth and used his last ounce of strength to turn and walk away. Some day he would explain to her why he had to do it, and he hoped she would understand. For now the king could only bitterly hate himself, and he wondered if the quest was even worth it, if it meant having a kingdom in which she might choose not to live now.

He made his way to his chambers to pack, every few minutes slamming a piece of furniture in anguish, stifling the roar that pressed its way to the surface. Many times he made for the door to go and make amends. Maybe if he begged her to stay and wait until he was ready she might listen and obey, but he knew that with her past, and the way he had treated her until now, she was unlikely to trust his word. Thorin marched to the bed and raised both hands in mighty fists as he roared and slammed down, breaking the beautifully carven frame.