"Balin is suspicious of you."
Thrain stood at Thorin's bedroom door while the prince scribbled on a bit of parchment. The young Durin glanced up and discreetly hid the map he had been marking.
"He is always suspicious father. That is why he is my guard is it not?"
The prince's father chuckled and walked towards the open window. The sun still shining over the mountain top.
"I entrusted Balin to be suspicious of others, not of you my son. Why have you been sneaking around lately?"
Thorin couldn't help but chuckle. Days passed since his last rendezvous with Azog and in that time he had been practicing escaping the poor Fundin-son. He was still healing and found himself agitated from his boredom. Balin kept close as usual and always reminded Thorin he would have to outwit the dwarf to have a night of lechery with the orc.
"I have been bored."
Thrain laughed heartily and returned to the door he forgot to close. A stern look overcame his face when he turned back to his son.
"I have been watching over my father for years Thorin. I know you are hiding something that involves your afflictions."
Paper lightly crumpled as the young prince nervously slid his arm against the desk. Thorin stared into his father's eyes, unsure how to respond. He glanced out his window trying to resist smiling from his newfound happyness.
"Yes I am."
"And what is it?"
Thorin lightly huffed in slight amusement and gave his father a sly look.
"That would defeat the purpose of hiding it."
"Thorin…"
A hand came to the prince's shoulder as his father joined him by the desk. They starred at each other intently as Thrain continued.
"It pains me to witness both of you being affected by the plague of our bloodline. I would rather have been claimed by it all to spare your future struggles."
Thorin offered his father a kind smile and patted Thrain's arm.
"I am fine now father. I promise I have never felt better."
"Neither did your grandfather but that will not stop either of you from making rash decisions."
Nodding in agreement, Thorin glanced at the floor in thought. Thrain's eyes wandered over his son until he saw the map Thorin had tried to hide. Walking behind the prince without a word, he grabbed the map and analyzed it. Thorin heard the rustling and looked back before jumping out of his seat. He stood still trying not to expose any details of his plans.
"What are you planning? Please do not tell me you are going to kill me and take over Erebor?"
Thrain questioned worriedly as he glanced at all the cross marks around Erebor. The young prince laughed at the silly accusation.
"No father, I am not planning to attack my home."
Thrain smirked and fondled the parchment with a devious expression growing on his face.
"No, of course not. You are too busy courting a lass to plan that."
The young prince starred in shock with his mouth gaping in disbelief.
How?
No he spoke lass, he does not know anything…
Thorin's father chuckled and smacked the prince's back hard. His voice burst out cheerfully as he congratulated his son.
"Why have you kept this a secret!? I will have more grandchildren running around!"
A nervous chuckle crawled out of Thorin's chest as his father's bellowing laughs haunted him.
That isn't going to happen father…
"I do not understand father…"
"Oh don't think you can hide something like that for long. That old doctor sent his congratulations for your matchmaking."
That old bastard…
Can no one keep a secret?
"Who else knows?"
"Only I, but I wanted to make sure it was not just a rumor spread from a senile old dwarf."
Thorin sighed in relief and buried his head in his hands, chuckling nervously. Thrain watched his son curiously and patted his son's back again.
"Why are you so ashamed?"
"I am not…"
What do I say to him?
Damn that doctor.
"You should introduce her tomorrow."
"No!"
Thorin burst out of his chair and blushed when he realized his shouting. His father only gawked at his bizarre reaction.
"I mean… No, she is… Shy… We must have our privacy…"
"What kind of lass is shy!? Our women are proud of the dwarves they choose! Is she embarrassed your too thin to be her mate?"
Another nervous laugh came from the younger prince as he tried to find reason with his father.
"She is… Special… I want to ensure we can enjoy each other in peace…"
Thrain raised his brow and thought about it quickly. Nodding, he smiled and hugged his son tightly.
"Ah well, as long as I get more grandchildren, I shall not tell a soul. You will introduce her eventually?"
I cannot give you children, father…
Thorin continued to answer awkwardly, wishing he had never gone to the doctor for help.
"Aye…"
Releasing his son, the elder dwarf made his way back to the door.
"Father, do not tell Balin…"
Thrain smiled and nodded to his son.
"I promised not a soul remember? I will keep him busy when you need to run off to your pretty lass."
Thorin snorted as he held in a laugh. The thought the orc wearing a dress and being called a lass was too amuising not to chuckle at.
"Thank you."
When Thrain left, Thorin went back to checking off spots on his map. Looking through the areas of Rhovanion he and Azog could meet in secret.
The elves cover the northern area of the forest but I cannot each the southern area alone and unseen. There may be a chance to meet near the path towards the Iron Hill's but I cannot trust a scout will not find us.
There is still the north…
But the Grey Mountains were taken over by orc's and dragons years ago. Even if Azog did not get attacked by the orcs, there is no guarantee the dragons will spare either of us.
Dammit, I wish I could speak to him.
It would be easier than to guess where he is capable of reaching.
A knock at the door interrupted the prince's thoughts once more.
"Thorin?"
"Frerin? You have returned?"
Thorin stood and greeted his brother who already entered his room.
"Aye. I am travelling to the Iron Hill's to deliver Dain a message from King Thranduil."
"He did not simply send a carrion bird?"
Frerin smiled and chuckled.
"I wanted an excuse to visit Dain formally."
"Why? Can you not simply visit?"
The younger prince shook his head at his elder brother.
"Dain is frustrated these days and only important business matters will he open his doors to."
"I see. That is a shame. Perhaps I should join you?"
Frerin gawked at Thorin. Surely his elder brother remembered the trouble he caused and the amount of hate Dain held over him.
"Thorin that is unwise…"
The elder prince seemed perplexed from his declined offer.
"Why is that? We should visit our kin together should we not?"
The younger brother shook his head again and paced around Thorin's room unsettled.
"He is still angry with you Thorin. You would only make his temper worse."
"I see."
Thorin lost himself in thought, not really caring over his past mistakes with Dain. His mind kept running over the lands in search for hidden areas. When he glanced at his map again he smiled brightly and turned to his brother.
"Then I do not have to travel all the way. Allow me to accompany you for a little while."
"You do not need to waste time like that."
"It is my time to waste and I would like to waste a little on you."
A great hug trapped Frerin as his brother laughed heartily. The younger brother had stayed in contact with Balin while he was in the forest. It seemed true what he had heard. Thorin was happy as he once was and has yet to turn into that dark creature that lurked on the mountain top. Frerin awkwardly returned his elder brother'ss embrace.
"I will leave tomorrow morning."
Both brothers nodded and the youngest left. Thorin had a lecherous grin on his face as he checked his map once more.
I can travel to the forest south of Esgaroth if I use the barren lands. Balin will not bother to follow if I travel with Frerin.
With the plan set Thorin had one problem left to address. Azog's Crebain had not shown since their last meeting.
Dammit…
There is no time to wait for its return…
The prince stomped around the room in thought.
Should I travel there anyway? I do not know that forest well enough to explore.
Where is his home?
Dol Guldor…
That is too dangerous to consider…
I do not know what awaits me if I should try…
Dammit Azog…
Come find me…
The frustrated prince fell onto his seat in defeat.
I must wait and pray it comes tonight…
"Higher!"
Young Fili cried out as Dwalin tossed the little lad above his head. Catching him when he fell back towards the ground. The little Durin giggled and commanded another toss.
"Aye, aye laddie."
Dwalin and Fili, along with other dwarves, were hanging around the dining hall. Thrain had baby Kili on his lap and was laughing merrily at both of his grandchildren. Frerin and Thorin were lounging around as they ate and chattered.
"Where is Dis?"
Frerin questioned. Thrain bounced Kili on his knee while he replied.
"She's with Fundin again."
"Dis mentioned she was training under him. Is Balin with her as well?"
Dwalin tossed Fili up again with a loud 'aye'.
"We know what father's like and there's no guarantee she'll come out alive."
As the brutish dwarf caught the blonde haired youth, Fili smacked his muscular arms.
"That's bad joke!"
The Fundin-son chuckled and heaved the lad up once more.
"That ain't no joke, we barely survived growing up laddie."
Thrain burst out in laughter and Frerin shook his head.
"I do not understand why she would choose to learn smith work from him."
"She wants to kick your sorry arse later."
Frerin scoffed and drank his ale. Thorin chuckled at his brother and watched Dwalin place a dizzy Fili on the ground. The little lad wobbled to their table and collapsed, groaning from the sickening build up in his stomach. Thorin gave Fili a pat on his back to help remove the feeling. The eldest of the dwarves laughed at his children.
"Frerin I hear your doing well to keep our relations with the elves?"
Before Frerin could respond, Dwalin crossed his arms with a cocky smirk.
"Aye he's got an elfy playmate."
"I do not!"
"All that time with the elves is making your ears a bit pointy."
Frerin glared at the rude dwarf and ignored him, turning back to his father.
"Legolas, King Thranduil's son, has been very welcoming. I am sure our alliance will last for years as long as Dwalin is kept buried underground."
Dwalin chuckled deeply and sat beside the resting blonde lad.
"I ain't going near them elves, you can count on that. Aye laddie. Throw up already or I'll go find someone else to play with."
Fili groaned and pushed himself up, forcing out a burp.
"All better."
The little lad climbed onto the brute's back and Dwalin carried Fili on his shoulders.
"Where we going?"
Dwalin questioned as he turned in one direction. Then another and another before the little heir had a chance to respond. The nausea came back and Fili swayed on the dwarf's shoulders with his little finger weakly pointing out.
"That way…"
"Eh? You sure?"
Playfully taunting the youth the dwarf changed directions again.
"This way you say?"
"No, not that way."
Fili frowned and turned Dwalin's head back in their original direction.
"Oh that way?"
"Yes! Go!"
Dwalin grinned and faked a step forward, taking a step back instead.
"No! Stop that!"
The group of dwarves laughed at the frustrated youth as the two left the hall.
Oh thank you mighty Aulë .
There on Thorin's windowsill stood the troublesome Crebain. He quickly strapped his letter to Azog on the creature's leg. Pausing in thought, Thorin sighed heavily as he forgotten their little code to attach.
This seems foolish to continue…
I must find a better way when we meet again…
The prince leaned against the windowsill, letting his breeches drop and began to rub himself. The bird squawked at the odd prince and Thorin laughed in frustration.
It is not my fault this is all he understands…
When finished he slicked a strand of his hair in his fluids and added it to the letter. The Crebain flapped its wings and took off into the night. Thorin pulled up his trousers and headed to the kitchen. He brought a smaller vile with him so he could take an unnoticeable portion. As he left the prince's eyes laid upon the stick of butter that taunted him from their previous encounter.
Should I?
He seemed to enjoy it…
No! I do not want to be covered in that again!
Thorin shook the idea from his head and prepared for his long trip tomorrow.
As if even considering he could make a clean escape, Balin came running up to the two Durins mounting their ponies.
"Now where are you off to!?"
Both Durins chuckled at the heaving Fundin-son.
"Do not worry Balin, We are only going to the Iron Hills to deliver a message."
Frerin smiled at the Fundin-son, assuring there would be no trouble. Relieved to hear the news from a more trusting source, Balin bowed and glared at Thorin. The elder prince's smile only worsened the dwarf's mood.
"You best come right back hear…"
"Aye."
Thorin chuckled inwardly, feeling the slightest bit of pity for his friend. As they left Dale Frerin began to question his elder brother.
"Why do you prey on Balin's loyalty?"
"If he would relax I would not have to play tricks on him."
"No dwarf can relax around you Thorin. One does not go from pathetic to cheerful so quickly."
"It seems no one will accept I have moved beyond that."
"And you have been sneaking around to avoid Balin. I have never known you to avoid him in all the years he has followed you around."
Thorin hummed quietly with a small smile. All he cared for now was his sexual encounters with Azog, even when his friends are constantly in a state of worry over him.
"I have my reasons and I am happy for them."
Frerin made an annoyed sound as he starred into the distance.
"I do not believe you."
"I know."
Silence followed them as they made it half way towards the Iron Hills. Frerin stopped his pony first to ensure Thorin would not come with him.
"You should turn back now."
Smiling, Thorin pulled his pony up to his brother and gave Frerin a hard head-butt. Frerin couldn't help but laugh and curse.
"Do not think I trust you because of that."
"If you trusted me you would not see this coming."
Frerin hummed in question before Thorin smacked the rump of his brother's pony. The younger sped off cursing and the elder laughed, trotting away mischievously. He waited until Frerin was no longer paying attention before he changed courses.
Heading south, the elder Durin avoided any unpleasant run-ins with the men of the lake. It was a long trek across the barren land and the sun was preparing to set. Thorin estimated he was only an hour away and would make it before night came. He smiled as he glanced at the Forest Mountains peeking through the tree tops.
I am in the right area. The elves should not patrol beyond the mountains.
But there is still the river to cross.
Looking in every direction, Thorin approached the forest with caution. It was possible that men were traveling near the river or delivering trades. The tree's provided a little coverage as the Misty Mountains began to swallow the sun in the distance.
The river was quiet and slow enough to cross. No man, dwarf, or elf was in sight and Thorin smiled gratefully for their absence. Ignoring the cold water filling his boots, his pony swam across the river. He dismounted his pony as the forest floor became difficult to travel through. The pony's large hooves tripped on a few roots and slowed them down a bit.
Only a little further, the sun is almost setting.
A crackled sound of a branch sped up their hearts. Thorin glanced around for enemies while his pony was on edge. She cried out and kicked her front legs up, distracting the prince from what came behind him. He was grabbed and thrown to the ground with strong arms pinning him down.
The prince had yet to open his eyes before he realized loose tree roots were being pulled over his back to keep him trapped against the ground. Thorin's face was pressed into the dirt and only one eye could open to watch his pony flee in fright.
"Azog! Dammit!"
Azog chuckled and bucked his hips into the clothed prince's rear. Lûl took off after the pony and Thorin snarled, praying the warg would not eat his transportation. A hand quickly fondled through his clothes and found the vile. Thorin couldn't see the orc from his position, only the grass and roots of the slowly darkening forest.
A quick thrust to his rear and a disgruntled pout crawled over his shoulder. From the corners of Thorin's eye the bottle of oil lowered into his sight. The prince chuckled knowing the orc was disappointed in not finding butter in his pocket.
"Did you think I would let you baste me like that again?"
Azog groaned and pulled Thorin's cloak aside before jerking down his trousers. Thorin lay flat on the ground with his arms tangled behind his back between the branches. His aroused cock had been pulled down during the removal of his breeches and lay in reverse between his thighs against the lightly mossed area. He cried out when the orc sank his teeth into the dwarf's arse and Thorin lightly bucked from the painful arousal.
"Dammit Azog! Remove these bindings first!"
The dwarf struggled as blood trickled down his thigh. Azog quickly laid on the dwarf's body, squashing him into the dirt. Thorin grunted as his lungs were compressed. The vile shook in front of his vision and the orc chuckled as he spoke.
" Ûkil Thrakat alai talûn. Nargzabizg skûmlat zash aaps gloizg aarûrz."
Thorin chuckled weakly at the orc's foreign tongue, guessing what Azog could have been saying.
"You will have to offer an exchange if you want it."
The prince smiled as he looked towards the orc's head hanging in front of him. A wicked grin grew on Azog's face as he withdrew behind the bound dwarf. Thorin coughed lightly as he chuckled with a pleased look on his face.
He yelped as the cool liquid dripped between the crease of his arse. Azog moved quickly with one finger already sliding into the tight hole. Unused the entire time Thorin had been healing. Thorin hissed from the sudden spread from the orc's massive digit.
"Dammit orc, you will cause it to bleed again."
The prince cried out again as teeth claimed his skin again. The painful sting burned and by his masochistic nature his body found a delight in it. With the pleasure relaxing the dwarf's muscle a bit, Azog proceeded to open Thorin quickly. An uncomfortable burn built from the orc's rough work and Thorin fidgeted the entire time. Constant bites to his rear distracted him every so often and helped to open the prince give into the rough treatment.
Panting and sweating into the dirt, Thorin moaned out for Azog to enter him. The orc chuckled at the begging prince and positioned his tip at Thorin's entrance. A deep menacing voice sent pleasure crawling over the dwarf's spine.
" Fauthlat kû"
Before Thorin could plead again the orc impaled the dwarf's body with his cock. The prince screamed soundlessly as his body trembled from the sudden invasion. Azog didn't allow Thorin a break to adjust and continued to thrust into the prince's hole mercilessly. Both arms wrapped around the dwarf's head as Azog pressed into the prince's body. His cock rubbed hard against the soft earthy padding.
The dwarf's eyes rolled back from the incredible pleasure pounding him into the ground. Azog snarled and dragged his teeth against the dwarf's hair as he attempted to bruise the Thorin's pelvis. The prince moaned greatly as he felt the orc's massive cock driving into his stomach region. He was too lost in pleasure to wonder how it did not cause him pain.
"Deeper…"
The dwarf licked his lips wondering just how far the orc's cock could reach. Even if it filled him completely he would still cry out for more. Azog chuckled and slammed harder in paced out strokes, sheathing his cock entirely into Thorin's body. Smiling whimpers left Thorin's mouth as he relished in the orc's size.
His stretched out hole burned from the friction but it just made the dwarf beg for more. The orc returned to his hammering pace until the prince was unable to cry out orders. Azog growled as he felt Thorin's hole clench around his cock, knowing the dwarf had finished.
The weakened prince continued to moan and drool into the dirt as the orc took his time to finish. Azog changed paces to draw out the night and went agonizingly slow until Thorin found his pleading voice again.
"Hurry up…"
A sudden thrust made the dwarf's head pop up from its relaxed state. Thorin moaned greatly and rested his forehead back against the ground.
"More…"
The prince's body flooded with heat even in the cold night air. He began to lose sensation in his arms from the weight of the orc and the binding roots. However, his pleasure grew again until he came for the second time. Utterly spent, Thorin drifted in and out of consciousness as the orc continued to ram into him.
As Azog finished with a satisfying growl, he jerked his hips one last time for the dwarf to feel his cum stuffing the dwarf's body. Thorin's eyes fluttered and he moaned weakly as the orc pulled out of his entrance with cum spilling out of the dwarf's gaping hole onto his already leaking cock.
The dwarf's body spasmed randomly as he rested, unaware of the orc's movements. The sound of neighing slightly drew his attention but he could not see over the massive root in front of him. Thorin recognized it was his pony but couldn't gather his thoughts entirely. Too drained from the powerful intercourse his body fell prey to.
Listening wearily, he picked up the sounds of the orc mounting his warg and taking off. Thorin woke from his daze instantly and gasped as he realized he was still bound.
"Azog you bastard! Untie me!"
The prince cursed as the sounds of the blasted orc disappeared.
Bastard…
Thorin squirmed and hissed as his arms began to wake from their sleeping state. An annoying tingle passed through his numb fingers as he tried to loosen the vines. He managed to push himself forward and crawl out of the trap. Trousers tangled around his ankles when he broke free.
Damn beast.
He winced and fell back as his sore hole begged him to rest longer. Resting against a large tree, still with his trousers down, the prince began to chuckle as he looked down at their mess. The shuffled dirt and moss covered with fluids made the prince's lip roll under his teeth.
Insanity…
That is what this is.
Thorin snickered and hummed pleasantly to himself. Annoyed but fully sated from the orc.
I assume he was disappointed from the last time.
So sore…
A wet nose pressed into the prince's hair as his pony tried to console him. He chuckled and stroked her snout.
"I am fine, but we should leave the forest soon."
Thorin grunted as he pushed himself up and dressed himself properly. He guided his pony back to the river and stayed hidden in the bushes. It was too dangerous to walk in the open and Thorin wanted to take a safer road than he took before. There were any number of rogue men wandering the barren lands at night.
Still within the boundaries of the forest, Thorin mounted his pony when the floor was evenly leveled enough. The light of the moon gave them a little idea where they were headed as they did not want to be seen completely. They trotted through the forest with the dwarf's ears listening intently for enemies.
Something strange sent a shiver down the dwarf's neck and he glanced around his weapon drawn. A sudden whizzing sound passed his ear and he flinched to see an arrow sticking into a tree.
"Whose there!"
Thorin called out though he did not expect an answer. However, a voice called back but in a language that seemed familiar.
"What do you want!?"
A shadow dropped in front of them, spooking the pony and startling the prince's anxious heart. Gentle hands grabbed the pony's neck and calmed her with a soothing voice. Thorin sighed heavily as he recognized what he was dealing with.
Bloody elves, why must they drop like that at night.
"Prince Thorin, why are you out here at night?"
"Because I am reckless!"
Thorin snapped at the elf. He was a simple soldier and one the prince had yet to recognize. The elf bowed but the prince could tell it was forced by the glare directed at him.
"Why are you out here?"
The prince barked.
"My lord has sent me to deliver a message to you."
"King Thranduil knew I was out here?"
Curse these elves. How long has he known?
Did Balin or Frerin warn them I would sneak off?
"Yes, prince Thorin. He requests your presence since you are idly wandering our forest and seem to have nothing else on your agenda tonight."
Thorin hissed at the elf's insolent tongue, though it was not much better than his own.
"What does he want?"
"Your presence and I am to escort you so you do not arrive dead."
"Bastard."
The elf's snarky attitude only made the tension rise between the two.
What does Thranduil want with me at this time of night?
Hasn't Frerin annoyed him enough that he would want a break from guests?
Thorin sighed heavily and found it best to attend the King's summon.
"Lead the way elf."
The soldier sneered before jumping back into the dark tree tops. He jumped so far ahead that the dwarf lost track of him.
Good, return to your shadows you mutant spider…
As Thorin continued to guide his pony through the forest he winced and groaned with a delighted smirk on his face.
Aulë I am sore…