Thank you everyone for sticking with me through this journey. Who knew that what was to be a simple one-shot would morph into this monstrosity? There are just a very few more chapters now but this chapter has finally found our little dwarf lass rescued. Enjoy!
The orc camp was fully engulfed in a night raid by orc-slayers. Azog and his own raiding band had been gone several hours and would, in all likelihood, not return until sometime after dawn if not on up into the morning. The orc-slayers could not have known that this band of orcs were any different than any other band of orcs. They could not have known that it was led by the fiercest of all the Gundabad orcs in Middle-earth. They simply saw orcs and the blood-lust rose to a fevered pitch as arrows flew, swords hacked and fires burned higher and brighter.
The screams filling the night air sent chills through Gili's spine, even from the distance that she and Weznuk had traveled. The screeches were of the injured and dying orcs and were sounds that had never been heard, or even imagined, before by the sheltered little dwarf lass. In her pain-filled haze, she saw Weznuk's eyes break from her face to glance back toward the direction of his camp. He shook with fear and she knew that they were not nearly far enough away for his liking.
The princes and their king were finally able to continue their journey. Although they stopped several times to make certain that they were still following the trail left by the orcs from the pond, they arrived at last to witness the end of the battle between the orcs and their slayers. The dead orcs were being burned upon the pyres in the orc camp. The orcs who had not been killed immediately, were now being rounded up and were put to the sword. Thorin and his sister-sons rode into the camp to witness the last of that carnage.
The scent of their One was heavy on the night air, even above the scent of the massacre. Fili and Kili were off their horses before the beasts had even stopped and had it not been for the command of their uncle and king, they would have torn through the camp without thought for their own safety. The leader of the orc killers made his way toward the dwarves and when he was outlined in firelight, at last, Thorin took an easy breath, immediately recognizing the elf prince before him. "Prince Legolas," Thorin addressed the Mirkwood heir with an inclination of his head.
"Thorin, King Under the Mountain," Legolas said with a bow, "and the princes Fili and Kili," he acknowledged. "How came you all here this night?"
"My young niece, the princess Gili, has been taken from her home and kin, we believe by this filth," Thorin answered. "We tracked her here but have yet to discover her whereabouts."
The elf prince nodded. "That must have been the female that was taken at the pond several miles back," Legolas reported.
"You have seen her? Where is she? Is she well?" Fili and Kili said, each talking over the other, their eyes wild with worry.
"We were on our way to Erebor to seek counsel with your uncle," Legolas continued, addressing the princes. "We happened upon the orcs with a female they had captured. We tracked them here and put them to the sword," the elf continued, on an eye level with Thorin, as the dwarf had not yet dismounted his pony. "But we have found no sign of the female as yet."
At the elf prince's last statement Kili whined miserably, Fili's hand automatically reaching for his brother, pulling the younger close. "I feel her, Fili," Kili moaned, his fingers twining in Fili's hair as his head dipped to Fili's shoulder. "She is close, I know it. I need her, Fee. I need her."
As suddenly as the words left Kili's mouth, the wind changed. A scent upon the breeze wafted around the assembled elves and dwarves that had the eyes of the elves widening and the dwarf princes growling like feral beasts. "Mahal," Thorin breathed. He looked at his sister-sons, noting how their nostrils flared, how their lips curled back over their teeth, and how a huge bulge formed in their breeches. "Find her. Follow the scent and find her, now," he commanded, the princes moving away quickly to do his bidding.
Thorin felt no need to explain the situation further to the elves and Legolas did not ask, though his eyebrow did rise in questions that remained unanswered for now. The king had thought that Gili's flowering would have sent him, along with her brothers, into a mating frenzy, but such was not the case. He was responding, there was no doubt about that, he thought as he rocked on his pony and adjusted his own throbbing hardness surreptitiously.
Perhaps the trio had not been completely honest in the account of their coupling before Gili ran away. Perhaps they did not realize themselves. Only a bonding between a mated pair would sate the flowering scent, causing only the mated Ones to be affected by the particular scent of each other. Perchance the bond had been at least partially completed after all and if that was the case, Thorin would have to seriously reconsider his stance on the union of the three. Conceivably, this partial bond was the reason Thorin was spared the full fire in his loins and the urge to take, claim and possess. Whatever the reason, he silently thanked Mahal for the sparing.
Fili and Kili scented the air, smelling the most delicious fragrance they could ever have imagined. They followed the scent of their sister's flowering as it led away from the camp for several hundred meters. They heard Gili whimpering and moaning as they topped the next little rise. The dawn was just breaking over the rolling hills of the plains, painting the sky with streaks of pink, gold and grey, when they came upon their sister and a creature surely sent from the depths of all nightmares crawling toward her.
Kili's bow was at the ready, an arrow nocked, and as the creature looked their way the brothers saw its eyes bulge and saw it throw itself at their sister. Fili roared with fear-driven rage his twin swords drawn and Kili let his arrows fly as they both ran, hell bent for leather, toward their sister. Weznuk threw himself over Gili, trying to protect her with his body as the crazed dwarves rushed toward them. "NO!" Gili screamed when the arrow found its mark in Weznuk's spine, the orc stumbling and falling next to her.
The creature whimpered, getting to his knees before Gili. "Forgive me, little one," he croaked as his hands hit the dirt at her feet. "I…failed…you," he croaked as he pressed the sharpened tusk which he had pulled from his ears earlier, into her hand.
Gili reached for the little orc, taking the sharpened bone from him. She held the bone, knowing that she would keep it always, and held his misshapen head between her hands. She rested his head on her lap with care and stroked his rough cheek as she cried. Never, had there been a more pitiful creature than this little orc. He had been so kind to her, so caring, even giving up his life for her in the end. And yet in all his life, unlike her, he had been so unloved, never shown kindness.
As his eyes closed one final time, Gili whispered to him, tears streaming down her cheeks, "You did not fail me, Weznuk. My brothers have come for me." Gili stroked his cheek and rocked him, gently. "Rest easy. I will never forget you." As he breathed his last, she saw the tiny smile ghost over his cracked lips. She eased herself out from under the little orc and gently laid his head upon the ground. She was sobbing and crawling away from him as Fili and Kili reached her.
No words would come to any of them. No sound was uttered between the three of them, save the sobs being wrenched from three throats and the kisses as lips were claimed by lips. Kili had reached Gili first by virtue of his longer legs and faster speed. He threw down his bow and picked her up off the ground sealing her lips with his own just as Fili arrived to embrace them both.
As Fili took them in his strong arms and claimed his own kiss from her lips, she knew that her ordeal was over and that she was home. She was safe again. She was locked between the two bodies that she loved more than life itself and she knew that they would never allow her to leave them again. "My loves, my loves," she whispered over and over, sobbing, refusing the release them even enough for her to catch a deep breath. "Forgive me, forgive me," she cried.
"Oh, Gili, sweet baby sister," Kili cried as he held her and then took a deep breath. "Mahal, you smell so good," he said as he rubbed his nose in her neck and hair, growling low in his throat.
"Oh no," Gili replied with a small giggle as Kili nuzzled her. "I desperately need a bath," she said giggling again as now Kili and Fili both nosed and nibbled at her neck, licking her and biting her gently. They smelled so good to her as well and with every inhale, the pains in her abdomen eased while a different kind of fire was steadily growing in her loins.
Fili had scented her too, growling and just as possessive as was Kili. The irises of their eyes had bled to black with their heightened lusts. Fili knew that they needed to get Gili back to the safety of the mountain, but he feared that there was no way they would be able to ride with her so close and not have her, completely. There was also the problem of their uncle and an entourage of elves with which to deal.
No, they could not allow Gili to remain unclaimed with other unbonded males in the vicinity. There was also no way they could make it back into Erebor without Gili's condition becoming a problem for them with all the unbonded males there as well. Fili and Kili trusted their uncle, if not necessarily the elves, to protect them so they lowered their One gently to the ground and stretched out beside her.
"Are you hurt, sannamad?" Fili asked her touching her arms and legs, looking for any obvious wounds.
"Only my ankle," Gili replied. "Damnable pony threw a shoe and tossed me when I arrived by the pond where I was captured." Her eyes grew wide with fright as she remembered the Defiler taking her. "Oh, brothers, it was a nightmare," she said as she looked up at her beloveds who were raised up on their elbows and looking down at her.
Gili gasped at the looks of naked desire on their faces. She had loved them all of her life, had slept beside them, dreamed of them, ached for them. And now, Mahal willing, she would have them at last. "Will you both finally claim me this night, make me truly yours as I have ever been?" she asked hesitantly, the pain low in her stomach somewhat lessened by the close proximity of her bond-mates. "Please," she said softly as the princes looked at one another. "Please, I need you both so," she whimpered touching any part of their flesh that she could reach, rubbing herself along their hard, muscular bodies.
The feeling of their bare flesh on hers sent tingles through her body and a warmth deep within her as Fili replied, "Your flowering has begun, little one. If we do not claim you now, I fear that we will have to fight every male between here and the mountain to keep them off of you," he smiled, kissing her lips softly. "Not that I could blame them…look at you…Mahal, Gili. You are so beautiful," he breathed. "But if we do claim you," Fili said as he pointedly looked at Kili now, the younger prince all but rutting on their sister, so high was his desire for her. "If we do claim you now, Gili, there could be a child to come of this mating."
Kili stilled immediately. He knew as well as Fili that their sister was still so very young, nowhere near of age yet. Her flowering shouldn't even be happening for at least another ten years, give or take, and that it was probably only brought on this early by the stresses she had lately faced. Could they risk getting her with child? Could her body take the carrying and birthing of a babe? No, they must not risk it. They must never risk her. Kili shook his head and rolled away from Gili, the painful need in his staff secondary to his sister's welfare. "No," he said emphatically. "We will not, Fili. We cannot. She is too young, too small. We cannot."
Gili sat up, moving away from Fili slightly to curl around Kili's back, her hands tight around his waist. She could feel him shaking with need, shaking with sobs that he would not utter, lest he appear weak. "Please, Kili, beloved," Gili whimpered, the pain rising once again, her thighs slick with her moon-blood and need. "The pain, brother, I cannot bear the pain. Please help me, love me, Kili, please," Gili's cries stripped Kili's soul and laid him bare. He hissed when her small hand found his large bulge and rubbed it through his trousers. "This is mine, Kili, MINE," Gili groaned as she gripped his still-clothed hard length. "Please do not deny me, brother. Unless…unless you mean to withdraw your courtship?"
The pleading sound of heartache in Gili's voice was Kili's undoing. He turned back to her and took her into his arms, kissing her so deeply she almost gagged on his tongue, even as she sucked it deeper and deeper into her mouth. He looked at his brother with agreement in their eyes when he finally broke the kiss. Fili answered for them both. "You will be ours, beloved, in body as well as soul," he said as he kissed her cheeks and neck. "But you deserve better than a quick toss in the dirt like some common whore of men. Come, we will return to uncle, let him know that you are safe and then we will leave this place to join with you as befits our precious, beloved baby sister." Then Fili picked Gili up and carried her back, bridal style, back to their uncle and the elves, Kili's arm around his waist, refusing to be parted even that distance from his Ones.