The moon shined through the window overlooking the river. Small elvish lanterns barely lit the room and the Elvenking sat on the windowsill. His hair glimmered with the light enhancing the blue hue in his eyes. Thranduil's robes matched the color of his deep red wine but it was obvious from his bare chest that he was naked underneath. Not that the prince even noticed.
Thorin stood in front of a table with a glass of wine waiting for him. The annoyed tone in his voice rumbled from his chest.
"Why have you summoned me at this hour?"
Thranduil smiled and elegantly tilted his head with his hair gracefully falling from his shoulders.
"Curiosity towards those who travel at night. You are alone it seems, so why would you wander into my forest at this time?"
Getting Azog's Irkat pounded into me.(shaft)
A perverse smile took over the prince's satisfied expression. Thorin's sexual activities left his mind clear from fear, but not from the delightful bliss and arrogance he forgot to hold back in the presence of the Elvenking.
"I don't recall being ordered to stay out of the forest but I must admit I thought I was beyond your borders."
The Elvenking's lips twitched irritably to keep his smile while his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Our borders may have diminished since the orcs returned to this land, but nonetheless this forest remains my domain."
Thorin smirked, keeping his snarky remark to himself and picked up his glass of wine.
What is a king when he has no land?
"May you rule for eternity then."
Thranduil smiled and they toasted to his rule. After a quick sip the Elvenking strode towards Thorin and stood beside the Durin prince.
"I did not bring you here for that."
"I figured."
Thorin's quick comments clearly annoyed the Elvenking as he glared each time.
"I invited you to play a game with me."
The smug expression on the dwarf's face dropped and annoyance filled his voice again.
"That's hardly a reason to summon someone here at night."
"Your right, it's not. So what other reason would one have?"
Thorin puzzled over the thought, staring up to the taller king.
"If it's not war related or news of trades then it is of no importance to me."
A smile curled onto the Elvenking's lips as he swirled his cup.
"You seem to have changed. You no longer blush in my presence."
Unfortunately for Thorin, the comment itself triggered an immediate redness to flood his cheeks.
I was not blushing!
"Ah, there it is."
How dare you. Am I hear to amuse you!
"I do not appreciate being seen in a weakened state and mocked for it. Although you seem to delight in taking full advantage of my prior situations. "
"You have also found your voice. You no longer try to please me with your pampering lies."
The Durin's face soured while Thranduil emitted a smugness not unlike the prince's prior attitude.
"Did you summon me to break the alliance then?"
"No, that would be foolish and I am no fool prince Thorin."
Glass screeched on the tabled as Thorin returned his cup and stomped towards the door.
"Then I will call forth my brother. He is far more articulate as an experienced delegate and would better represent Erebor than I."
"I have no interest in your brother."
The prince stopped midway towards the door, turning back with a confused expression.
"Interest?"
The Elvenking placed his wine besides Thorin's cup and glided towards the dwarf. The moment the elf circled the prince, Thorin had the urge to leave. As he tried to walk towards the door, Thranduil cut off his path. Thorin backed away, trying to put distance between them by walking behind the chairs by the table.
Why is he keeping me here again? Creepy elf.
"Why does fear claim your eyes when I am around? Have I done something to upset you my prince?"
I do not trust you!
The prince continued to circle around the chairs and table with the Elvenking following slowly. Thorin tried to use his political speech again to distract the Elvenking.
"When a king stands, so must his subjects."
"Another lie? Such a pity. However if a king moves towards you, what should you do prince Thorin?"
A devilish smirk quickly claimed the corner of Thorin's lip.
"Run."
Thranduil chuckled and yanked a chair with enough force for it to slide towards the wall. Thorin glanced at it knowing the elf was limiting his hiding space.
Damn him… What does he want…
"Do you think I mean to harm you?"
"Your persistence to be near me has put my nerves on edge."
Just as Thorin finished his sentence the last chair was removed from the elf's path. Only the table was left between them.
"Am I your enemy?"
Thorin glared remembering what had happened during the orc attack.
"A friend does not lock one in a room against their will!"
"You were unfit for battle, as I considered from how you swooned during our last little game."
Last time…
Thorin stopped circling the table and blushed through a glare.
Dammit my body was out of control at that time…
"I…"
"You may lie and scowl but you know I speak the truth."
I couldn't help it…
The Durin prince buried himself in thought trying to find his witty remarks. However Thranduil used the moment to close into the dwarf. Thorin gasped and backed into a dresser. He glanced at the wood that blocked him. One of the elf's hands placed itself in front of his sight against the dresser. The other caught Thorin's jaw and lifted it as the elf gently pressed his soft lips against the dwarf's.
What is he doing?
Thorin stood there dumbfounded as the Elvenking kissed him. Subtle moans rumbled from the elf's throat as his lips shifted against the prince's. The vibration and light touch caused Thorin to groan from the stimulation. Unsure of what to do he backed himself further against the dresser.
Arousal took over the prince's lips and he kissed back, mimicking Thranduil's movements. Thorin found himself wanting to wrap his arm around Thranduil and slowly he allowed it. His hand sank into the elf's robes until it found Thranduil's slender hip.
Why do these creatures vex me. I have finally come to understand Azog and now Thranduil…
Does he pursue me the same way the orc does?
What would he feel like inside…
Stop! Get a hold of yourself!
You are a prince of Erebor! You cannot risk the alliance for a night to sleep with the Elvenking!
Keep your sexual desires within Azog…
He will not speak to anyone.
There is no threat of war in sleeping with the orc.
Thorin groaned trying to resist his growing desires and his hands rose up the elf's body. The action only caused Thranduil to moan louder and increased his lips' movements. The prince groaned while his shaft hardened. His fingers eventually slid into the elf's robe and began to map out the Elvenking's chest.
He's not like Azog…
Azog is mightier and rougher with my body…
Thranduil is gentle and soft…
The Elvenking broke for a moment to breath and returned his hot lips immediately. Thorin failed to stop himself from continuing and gave in once again.
This is a kiss…
It's strange but different to everything I've felt from Azog so far…
I can feel his breath against my cheek…
Why are my lips affected like this?
Thorin's hands settled around the elf's waist and the Elvenking's robe unfolded. The prince's thumbs rubbed the elf's hips, slowly moving toward Thranduil's nether regions. He stopped when he felt the subtle hint of hair. Thranduil breathed harder and pressed his body against the dwarf's. The elf's slender shaft rubbed into Thorin's chest as they continued to exchange kisses.
His shaft is long but not like Azog's…
A gentle hand slid from the dwarf's jaw and Thranduil's thumb stroked the prince's cheek. Soft fingers delicately rubbed Thorin's neck.
I have never felt this relaxed and horny at the same time…
I could fall asleep before we started…
I want sex but this is too gentle…
I cannot be satisfied from this…
I want to be thrown and spread against my will. To become a plaything for the orc whose strength I cannot match.
I want to ride him until he grows bored and tries to destroy my body with his lust.
I don't want kindness that would put me to sleep with my shaft hard.
I want Azog.
Thorin's mind finally removed the pleasure from the alluring kiss and he shoved the Elvenking away by his shoulders. Thranduil looked at the prince in confusion with lust lingering in his eyes. The Durin showed no joy or desire in his expressionless face. Despite the Elvenking's nude form standing erect in front of him, Thorin didn't bother to glance over Thranduil's features.
"I am sorry but I cannot proceed. The peace between our kingdoms is too great to risk."
An Icy glare leered down on the dwarf as the Elvenking pursed his lips at the rejection.
"You presume much Thorin son of Thrain…"
He's angry. I did not expect that…
"You are beautiful my king."
Thranduil stood, confused yet flattered and hid his body in his robes. Vanity forced the elf to smile and Thorin bowed his head respectfully, though respect was far from his mind.
Vain elf…
"If we were not born to rule our kingdoms, I would graciously accept your offer my king."
The cold expression returned to the Elvenking's pale face.
"I would not need another life if time had been on my side…"
The two stared at each other knowing Thorin was lying through his teeth. The prince's fingers fidgeted against themselves as the elf's suspicious words picked at his mind.
"What do you mean?"
Thranduil smirked but it was clear the Elvenking was still displeased. He walked back to his wine and inspected it.
"Did you know that elves can see beyond your range of sight?"
Thorin glanced at the Elvenking suspiciously.
"I have heard your sight is keener but I do not understand the relevance."
Thranduil smirked and walked back to the prince, looking down at the lesser race.
"For one such as myself, I can see all the dwells in my forest…"
Thorin stiffened as the Elvenking leaned to whisper into his ear. The elf's words were low and haunting to the dwarf's ears.
"And all that takes place…"
He knows…
The prince gulped and stared into the uncaring eyes of the elf as Thranduil stood up.
He watched us tonight…
"And… What do you intend to do with that knowledge?"
"As night claims the sun I shall watch all become consumed with darkness…"
The expressionless elf turned away and stared out the window. Thorin's heart raced as he realized the Elvenking might have seen every outing he's had with Azog. Awkward silence filled the room and Thorin knew it was time to leave. He bowed but the elf did not grace him with a glance.
"Good bye King Thranduil…"
Sun greeted the prince's face as he trotted nervously out of the Woodland kingdom on his pony.
How long has he known…
Why did he not say anything earlier?
What has he seen exactly?…
Is Thranduil even speaking the truth?
Back then…
The first night Azog laid claim to my body… Thranduil approached me strangely…
He even mentioned Azog…
He knew.
I cannot believe my ignorance…
He's been trying to court me all these months and I did not realize. I knew it was strange he chose my bedroom to perform his magic on my wounds.
Thranduil…
Did I make the right decision?
This is unsettling… He knows too much and I have rejected him…
I should have accepted his offer. It would not have done harm to have one night alone…
Why did I pull away?
Because I crave Azog more…
Dammit!
What if I have doomed my kingdom because I did not accept Thranduil's request?!
Will he start a war?
What of Azog?
Will he hunt him down? He can see where the orc wanders can he not?
I have to warn him…
If Thranduil is truly enraged by my rejection he will destroy Azog.
Is that not what he meant by time? If I had not escaped his room and found Azog during that battle I would have submitted to the Elvenking…
Thorin's pony reached the edge of the forest and the prince eyed his homeland.
Damn this, I must find him. But Thranduil will warn my family if he sees me turn around now?
'The forest is my domain'… Does that mean he cannot see beyond the forest? He cannot see me if I step outside of this border?
Can I travel around the forest? That fortress is the only place I can assume where Azog sleeps, but that place is too far…
I need a company.
No, Balin will never leave my side. Dammit all..
Should I send a letter?
Dammit that orc cannot speak the common tongue.
But…
How would I inform him in person?…
Thorin stopped just outside the forest and glanced between the trees and his home. The danger of finding Azog allured the prince into reckless excitement. He smiled and kicked his pony into full speed towards the mountain.
I do not care, I must see him again! I will go by myself once I remove these clothes and blend in like a pauper.
I will come whether Thranduil informs my family of my treachery or not I will be gone before they can stop me.
"THORIN!"
Balin ran up to Thorin the instant he spotted the prince in the halls.
"Enough Balin, Thranduil had summoned me."
The Fundin-son's face immediately dropped with his most sincerest apologies.
"I'm sorry my prince…"
Thorin patted the dwarf's back and chuckled.
"It is not your fault I have become so untrustworthy as of late. However I have an errand to run and I must be off again."
"To where?"
"I'm sorry Balin, but this is between Thranduil and I."
Balin bowed respectively.
"I understand, I will wait for your return."
The Fundin-son left and Thorin quickly took to his room and gathered a small bag of clothes for his travel. He still brought his weapons and wore his robes as he left Erebor. No one was concerned with the prince casually walking down Dale's streets. However eyes slowly wandered as they watched the prince enter a more poverty stricken area.
There was a little shop that stood on the border between the low and middle class citizens. There were a few broken windows and tattered shingles layered the rooftop. The sign was worn out, covered in mud and drunken scribbles from unruly citizens.
Thorin peaked into the dirtied window and eyed the empty shop. Only the clerk inhabited the building, busy scribbling in a book. He had bowl-cut red hair and a knitted scarf. Someone Thorin remembered spotting a few times already.
"Pardon me."
The prince charged in with a loud voice.
"Oh!"
The startled dwarf dropped his quill and scampered to hide his book. When he glanced at his customer his eyes widened in horror.
"Prince Thorin! W-h-h-y-y-y have you come?"
The ginger dwarf shook in fear and Thorin couldn't resist to tease him.
"One does not ask a prince why."
"I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"
Immediately the dwarf bowed with his forehead on the counter. The naughty prince glanced at him sadly with regret filling his mind.
"I am only joking. Stand, I have business with you."
"Business?"
The dwarf raised his head and looked at his cobwebbed shelves.
"As you can see we don't have much…"
Thorin dropped his bag and weapons on the side of the table.
"I am in need of a banker who will keep this hidden until I return."
A befuddled look took over the shopkeepers face as he eyed the prince's belongings. However he did not realize Thorin was undressing in front of him. The ginger dwarf eventually saw movement in the corner of his eyes and immediately covered his mouth. He stopping his disrespectful shout and turned away quickly.
Thorin only removed his outer robes, leaving his more worn out and unrecognizable underclothes on. He placed his royal attire in the middle of the table and picked up his bag and weapons.
"There."
The dwarf turned around and couldn't stop himself from trying to reason with the prince.
"I'm sorry but I think you have mistaken this for another shop…"
Thorin turned with a proud tone in his voice.
"No I have not."
A perplexed whimper left the dwarf's throat and Thorin stopped just before reaching the door.
"Oh, of course."
The prince reached into his pocket and tossed the dwarf a bag of gold coins. However the shopkeeper did not understand what had been thrown at him and looked at it strangely. The bag was made out of an animal skin the dwarf had only seen once before.
"Prince Thorin?"
"I will return later. Do not lose them."
The shopkeeper picked up the bag and realized the great fortune in his hand. Then the dwarf remembered it was the same bag he had found during the party in Erebor. Shame claimed the red haired dwarf as he realized who he had stolen from.
"But prince this is…"
Thorin left without another word and the dwarf stared in shock as another door slammed from the back of the building. He glanced back and forth before he panicked to hide the prince's clothing.
"Ori, who was that?"
The shopkeeper's star-haired brother walked into the room. Ori tried not to look guilty but he still held a bag of gold in his hands.
"No one Nori…"
"No one?"
Nori glanced at the heavy satchel curiously.
"Oh, well… No one that will miss this…"
The star-haired dwarf grinned and grabbed the gold before returning to the back of the shop.
"Well done Ori."
Ori nodded and glanced sadly at the new secret he had to bare.