Three months had passed and Thorin and Mira were enjoying one of their few quiet days, on their ledge. Mira was using this precious stolen time to draw a portrait of Thorin. Since her return, Mira had begun work establishing a new market system for Dale and Erebor, and was working with Bard to arrange the rebuilding of Lake Town.
"Mira?"
"One second," she replied distractedly.
"Mira, look at me."
"Thorin, I just need one second, I have to concentrate and finish this last detail," Mira stated, quickly finishing her drawing before looking up at him. "Well, you impatient sod, you have my attention."
Thorin laughed. "I was wondering…"
"Oh, really, about what?"
"I wanted to know if you would do something for me," Thorin asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"Anything. You know that. Is it about the market?"
"No," he replied.
"Another coat? Because you haven't stopped wearing that one."
"No, and nor will I." He shook his head looking down and smiling at the message she had written him on the sleeve all those years ago.
"Is this an elaborate way to ask for the rest of my lunch?"
"No" he laughed.
"Well what do you want my love? I'm all out of guesses." Mira smiled.
"I'd like you to be my queen," Thorin said quietly.
"Pardon?" Mira squeaked.
"I'd like you to be my wife," Thorin restated.
"One more time? To make sure I'm hearing you right." Mira said with a confused look on her face.
Thorin chuckled "For the love of Mahal, woman, I want to marry you!"
"You can't mean that, it… it's too soon."
Thorin took her hand in his. "It's been decades, Mira. I have already lived too long without you as my wife."
Mira smiled and looked up at him. "And I too long without you as my husband."
Thorin grinned. "So you will?"
"I will."
Thorin picked her up and swung her around, kissing her repeatedly. After they spun he took a mirror out of his pocket and flashed light toward the mountain.
"You have made me the happiest dwarf in all of middle earth." He pulled a ring out of his pocket, holding it up for her to see.
"Oh, Thorin, it's beautiful!" Mira gasped.
"I made it from the one I gave you before, it's reshaped and rebuilt, just like us," said Thorin, as he slipped it onto her finger.
"The stone is different though. What kind is it?" Mira asked.
"It's part of our stone," he replied, turning to look at it. "I just wanted it to be part of us. It is the symbol of our new start."
Mira grinned up at him but then became more somber. "Thorin, I love you so much. But I know many won't like this, that they will fight us like they did before…"
"I don't…"
"Let me finish, please, my love. As long as I have you by my side I will fight until my last for us. I let them hold us back once before, but I will not make that mistake twice."
Thorin grinned and pulled her close. "My fierce warrior woman," he mumbled into her hair. "We should go back to Erebor and tell everyone."
Mira shook her head. "Just an hour more to be selfish?"
Thorin laughed. "Not this time, my love."
And taking her hand, they began their short journey back to the mountain. As the approached, Thorin shined the mirror once more to the top of the gate,where a guard nodded in response and took off at a sprint to find Dis.
"My Lady Dis, King Thorin has confirmed the signal," the guard declared as he sped into the room.
"She said yes!" Dis yelled. "Action stations people! Fili, Kili you move the flowers and lay out the seats. Balin get what you need for the ceremony. Dwalin, Bofur get the altar. Aria to the door and get ready to grab her. Aran you get his clothes ready. It's time people! It is finally time!" Dis grinned as everyone began running round arranging things.
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Thorin helped Mira down from the cart and held her for a moment.
"I can't wait to marry you," he smiled at her.
Mira chuckled. "Neither can I."
"No, I don't think you understand. I can't, and won't, wait to marry you." Thorin explained as he guided her through the gate.
"What do you mean?" Mira felt hands grab her arm and looked to see Aria and Dis as they began to pull her towards her room. "What is going on? Thorin…?" she asked as she was dragged away.
Thorin merely grinned back at her.
"Dis what is this?"
"Your wedding day! Now come on, we have to get you dressed and ready." Dis replied as she pulled her into her room and sat her down.
"My what? And how can I get dressed? I have no wedding dress."
"Would you really let that stop you?" asked Aria.
Mira laughed "Not a chance."
"That is the right answer!" called Dis as she came out of the wardrobe. "Fortunately, you do have one though."
Mira spun round and saw her old dress form, on it was the gown she had showed Thorin, the one she had designed all those years ago, and it was madefrom Freriel's fabric. She broke down in tears as she walked towards it.
"Oh, Mahal, what is wrong? Is it the dress?" asked Dis panicked.
Mira sniffed. "No, the dress is perfect and so is the groom. I don't deserve either."
"Nonsense!" stated Dis. "I love my brother dearly, but he is deeply flawed. You just bring out the best in him. You were made for him, and him for you. He only had this made because he is impatient. Now put it on."
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"Nervous, Thorin?" asked Dwalin as they got ready.
"Yes," he replied. "Is it too extreme to have the gate barred?"
Dwalin laughed. "It couldn't stop her if she wanted out. But she loves you, so she isn't going anywhere."
"She loved me last time."
"Oh, shut up, Thorin!" All heads snapped round to Balin. "The girl left for honorable reasons and she will stay for love. Few in this world are as lucky as you to have found such a life partner. She was handcrafted by the smithing gods for you, and you know it. Today I will declare her your wife, and we will leave the past behind us…where it belongs!" the old dwarf said sternly.
Thorin remained silent, taken aback, and a bit scared, by the old dwarf's outburst.
Balin laughed. "Told you brother. You're not the scary one."
Kili and Fili, who had been standing nearby, began to chuckle quietly. When all eyes turned towards them, the older of the two explained. "As frightening as you three are, our mother beats all of you. Uncle Thorin might be the king, but even he does whatever she tells him!"
Each dwarrow nodded in silent agreement.
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Aria stood outside the hall with Aran, they had just begun to walk through the doors when they felt a hand on their shoulders.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mira asked.
"Into your wedding," Aran explained. "We need to get seats."
"What you need to do, is walk with me. I need you by my side, always have and probably always will. I need you to hold my hands on this last journey," Mira sighed.
"To stop you from running?" asked Aria.
"Yes, but not away from him this time," Mira chuckled.
Aria laughed. "People would understand. You've waited long enough."
The doors opened and Mira's eyes met Thorin's instantly. His sparkled in the corners and hers were seconds away from leaking, but both pairs shone with love. Mira walked quickly down the aisle, not noticing a single face in the crowd, and even when she arrived at the altar, she only saw Thorin.
Both the twins kissed her cheeks and went to stand at the side as Thorin took both her hands in his. They stood there, lost in each other for a moment, until Thorin spoke. "Just as we discussed, Balin."
The old dwarf nodded and said. "Do you, Samira, take Thorin to be your husband?"
Mira laughed at the fact that Thorin had clearly asked the old dwarf to skip most of the long and drawn out ceremony. "I do."
"Thorin, do you take Samira to be your wife?"
"I do," Thorin answered quickly.
"Then, I finally pronounce you married."
Thorin grabbed Mira and kissed her as the crowd cheered.
Mira laughed. "I can't help but think that the ceremony seemed shorter than most."
"I told you I wasn't prepared to wait, Your Majesty." Thorin laughed as he saw the look of realization on her face and kissed her again. "We'll have a coronation for you." he whispered jokingly.
"There will be no such thing." She scolded.
"I love you, wife," he said as he pulled her close to him.
"I love you, husband."