What do ya know? More smut! You know the drill :P
It's a little (a lot)...dirty than usual...yay for mirkwood druginess!

The company trudged through the forest, keeping a watchful eye ever on the stone path at their feet. Despite this fact, Lothrena's vision began to waver. She followed Thorin closely but everything began to twist. She looked to him and blinked rapidly as she watch the grey from his hair fade to black until his whole mane was dark as pitch. Her feet faltered as she stared and she fell directly into the king's arms. Only he wasn't the king...he was the prince. Young Thorin stood before her, his soft face void of the hatred and pain he'd known. Instead, his youthful lips seemed to curl up naturally, a small smirk set upon his almost boyish features.

"Are you alright, Lothrena?" She nodded, looking into the sapphire eyes she knew so well. Except...they were lighter than she knew. The right blue still tugged at her heart, but there was a darkness that was gone from him. As if she was seeing who he truly was. Setting her upright, he took her hand in his and led on once more.

"Air...I need air!" A foreign voice called out, but their feet continued to march on mechanically.

"I feel like I'm swimming!" Shouted another.

"Keep moving!" Now that one she knew. Thorin's deep timbre seemed to resonate to the very marrow in her bones and her legs grew weak. "Nori, why did we stop?" He growled and she could no longer take it. His voice alone could undo her.

"The path..." the other dwarf explained, "it's just gone. It disappeared." Other voices attacked the elf's senses, asking what was going on and where the path had went.

"Find it! Look, all of you!" The king commanded, his eyes settling on the elf. "Not you." He growled, though not in anger. "Find the path!" He yelled to the others. The group spread widely as the elf was hauled away.

Far from any other eyes, Lothrena was pushed up against a tree, a very passionate dwarf standing before her. His sapphire eyes scorched hers. "What has happened to you?" He hissed, shocking her.

"Thorin, what do you-"

"What has happened to you?" He repeated, more forcefully this time. "I know Lothrena's eyes. I know the honey depths. Her eyes sing, her eyes glimmer. Your eyes...they're silver." he stated, shocking her. Silver? But that means...

"You're not the only one who's appearance has changed?" She asked, stumping the poor dwarf.

"What do you mean?" He rumbled lowly, though his enraged tone was replaced by something else...bewilderment, maybe?

"Your hair, Thorin. It's black as pitch." She explained, running her fingers through the dark locks to prove her point. "And your eyes...I don't think I've ever seen them so blue. You look younger, as well. Like you don't know the strife of the world..." Her words seemed to run out as she watched his eyes grow in shock. "Thorin, what is it?" Without a word, the dwarf reached forward to grasp at her hair lightly. He pulled a blue lock into her view and before her very eyes it lost all pigment, washing to the white blonde she'd known it to be before...before Gandalf. "Oh my..."

"Lothrena...is this...is this the true you?" Thorin asked heavily. A joyful sob or two escaped the elf as she twirled the light strands between her fingers.

"Yes!" She gasped out, dropping the hair to grip tightly at his shoulders. "Thorin! I am not defective! I'm not..." She sobbed openly now, a smile on her lips. Before she hadn't known if she were dead or alive, even now she didn't know, but her hair was not the color of death and water. And right now, that's all she cared about. That and the dwarf standing before her.

"Defective?" He seemed to spit the word out, like it burned his tongue. "Lothrena, you were never defective. Your hair...your eyes...you have always been beautiful to me."

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Without word or warning, Thorin captured the elf's lips in a bruising kiss and pressed her flush against the tree. Strong, wild hands hurried at the fastenings on her pants as her own ripped the thong that held his hair back. His black mane fell free about his shoulders as he ripped her pants down her long legs, worshiping every inch of skin as it was bared to him. His rough beard scrapped at the elf's thighs as he kissed down to her ankles before reappearing at her neck and latching on. Soft moans tumbled from her lips when his thick hand reached down to cup her between her legs.

"Louder." He growled, taking to time to prepare her. His finger thrust in hard, finding her already quite wet. He let loose a growl that caused her toes to curl at the feeling against his fingers. "Love, you are drenched."

"So do something about it!" She mewled, her hips rocking against his hand with a mind of their own. His low chuckle seemed decibels lower than usual, and his pupils had almost taken over his blue irises.

"As you wish." He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He was gone from her only a moment to rip the lacings of his own pants free, but she still whimpered as if he'd been gone forever. His pants fell about his boots which dug into the earth in his passion. Teeth scraped over the king's thick throat and he growled lowly as he shoved her against the tree once more. Even with the Mirkwood air clouding her mind, she was glad for her tunic protecting her back from the rough bark. His long tunic hung over what she craved most, the fabric tenting out with tension. Noticing this, he settled himself between her legs and began grinding his hips against hers. Her soft mewls grew louder, becoming throaty moans and pants. "What do you want me to do?" He huffed, the friction getting to him as well. He was met with her biting her lips frantically. Not the reaction he wanted. With a particularly hard thrust he snuck his fingers beneath her tunic and sought out the bundle of nerves between her legs. This earned him a sharp cry as her head fell back against the tree. "Do you want me?" He demanded, his fingers growing in pressure. If she didn't answer him soon, she was going to wear a hole in her lip.

"Yes!" She gasped out, gripped at his ass through his own tunic. She delighted in the groan it earned from him.

"Yes. what?" He breathed, locking eyes with her. The silver eyes were far from the honey he was used to. He tangled his fingers in her curly blonde hair and tugged, exposing her neck to him. She gasped as he nipped at her.

"Yes, I want you!" She growled back at him, not caring if the others heard them. They were no doubt too lost in their own illusions to care. She hadn't heard them for some time now...

"Good girl." With that, he set upon her lips, biting and sucking until she writhed beneath him. Broad fingers spread her legs apart with a swat and he shoved himself into her unceremoniously. They groaned in unison, not wasting a single moment before they began to thrust against each other. Her lithe fingers found his scalp in the tangle of black hair as her thumbs traced his soft, youthful cheeks. His dark eyes bore into hers and teeth bared and breathes panted. His firm hands swatted at her backside, pulling a squeal from the elf, followed by a groan as her insides squeezed and fluttered about him. She returned the favor. As her hand stung upon his skin, he set her with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow before settling into an unforgiving pace.

They were both galloping toward the edge, and when he shifted one foot back to reach deeper, she screamed. Her arms flew to find anything to grab onto. When her hands purchased on some sort of spongey material, she gripped for dear life. Her name fell from his lips like a prayer, and she too chanted his, until final they both groaned as they rode out a mutual orgasm before sinking to the forest floor.

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As they landed among the leaves at their feet, Thorin gingerly tugged the elf's pants up, and then his own. They lay there for a moment, not rising at they reattached their weapons about their waists. They were both still panting when they heard movement. Opening her mouth to ask what it might have been, Thorin threw up a hand, suddenly hearing the rest of the company. "Silence!" He hissed at them as they staggered over to the panting pair. "We're being watched." He whispered to the dumbfounded dwarves. The hobbit was nowhere to be found. Another rustle caught their attention, followed by the snapping of a twig.

Silver and sapphire eyes looked above to see a monstrous spider looming over them, it's fangs moist with venom.

Forgive my pitiful rough sex, I get so self conscious when writing smut.

Two chapters in one day! Woo! More to come soon! xx