Smut warning! look for the breaks in the story! :*:

Lothrena flopped down on the bed her corset feeling as if it may burst from how stuffed she was. Upon welcoming the company, the master had ordered the townsfolk prepare the finest feast for the weary warriors. Granted, it was only the fish they had brought in that afternoon, a few small birds, and assorted fruits and vegetables and couldn't hold a candle to the feasts of Rivendale. This did not stop Lothrena, however, who ate it with wreckless abandon and little care for ceremony. Manners be damned, this elf was hungry!

She huffed now as her satisfied belly grumbled its delight. Thorin chuckled deeply as he settled upon the bed beside her, his own stomach voicing its content. His whiskered cheeks rubbed at her soft neck, enticing her musical laughter to fill the room they had been given. The room was in the master's house, thankfully opposite and far from that of the master's himself and a full floor away from Alfrid's. The company was given full command of the inn for the night, and Lothrena had no doubt the warriors were partaking in some after feast drink.

"My love, are you happy?" Thorin asked as he nipped at the tender skin of her collarbone. "I feel as if I've brought you nothing but pain."

"I'm always happy when I am with you." She answered with a sigh, her eyelids falling heavy as his tongue joined in the assault at the base of her neck.

"I dare not lie to you, Amrâlimê. It will only get harder from here. I...fear for your safety once we reach the mountain."

"Thorin, this whole adventure has been far from easy. I have nearly died more times than I care to count, you've almost died more times than I care to count..." He chuckled quietly at that, not exactly a humorous sound. More of a rumble in agreement. "And there was the time that you hated me..." She teased quietly as she ran her fingers through his pitch and silver locks.

"And what a fool I was to hate one such as you." He huffed, burying his face into the crook of her pale neck. His cheeks flushed hotly as he thought over the time it had taken them to fall in love. No...the time it had taken him to fall in love.

Even through the way he treated her, simply for what and who she was, she was kind to him. She smiled her dazzling smile at him, infected him with her sweet laughter, and Mahal the way his heart had hammered heavily in his chest the first time he heard her singing the song of mountain fire. In that moment he had known. He knew there was no other meant to rule by his side, no one but this kind, intelligent, and beautiful creature that was his and his alone.

"Thorin?" She asked quietly, craning her neck to meet his strong gaze. As they did every time, those blue depths stole the breath right out of her lungs. "I love you." She whispered, kissing his forever crinkled brow. Even as he smiled, the anger and pain of his ancestors was locked proudly on his forehead. "I love you more than life itself...I would die for you, my king." Now it was his turn to lose his breath.

"And I for you, my queen." A rush zipped through her blood at that. Queen. I'm to be Queen Under the Mountain... "I cannot wait to see you upon the throne." He continued. "You are meant to rule, my love. I have never seen one so compassionate and thoughtful as you. You are so quick to throw your needs aside for the needs of others. You are the kindest woman I have ever met. I do not deserve you. You are far too good to me."

"Thorin..." she breathed, "it is I who do not deserve you. You are wise and regal, and though you try so to hide it, you are also kind. You are a good man. A wonderful man. I cannot wait to be pledged to you." A dazzling white smile swept across his chapped lips.

"Nor I, Lothrena. I shall forge you a courting sword fit for a queen. I will court you the way a glorious woman such as yourself is meant to be courted! I will gift you gowns, and jewels! I will teach you Khuzdul, and we will have a magnificent wedding. They will sing of it for centuries!" He shouted, jumping up upon the bed to mime drunken dwarves swaying as he sang in his people's tongue. "And they will sing of the fair, wondrous, and beautiful elven Queen Under the Mountain. If it would please you, my love...I would even learn the elven tongue for you." Her eyes widened at this proclamation, shocked that Thorin would dare promise such a thing. He took her silence as an opportunity to sweep her off her feet yet again.

She giggled as he fell to his knees upon the bed, capturing her lips with his own. She sighed into the kiss, reveling in the time they could take. This kiss did not need to be rushed. They were not being hunted, they were not being held captive. They were on their own terms and this kiss was not desperate, clinging to each other simply to remind each other that they were there. No, it was to guarantee they would always be there.

It was a slow kiss. A flame danced beneath her skin as Thorin pulled her into his lap, her gown draping across his legs. His callused hands found her pale thighs quickly. They squeezed lightly as she shifted impatiently against him. A low growl erupted from his throat.

"Amrâlimê, tonight I would have you slowly, without haste. Who knows what we will face upon entering that mountain." He murmured somberly, his fingers lazily loosing the laces of her corset. "All I know is that I will treat you like a queen, and I will love you like a queen tonight." The words 'maybe for the last time' hung on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. No, they wouldn't think of that.

All they would think of would be each other.

:*:

Thorin stood suddenly, grunting as Lothrena's strong thighs wound tightly around his thick hips. He laid her gingerly against the mass of pillows at the head of the bed before pushing her gown up about her hips. Soft kisses rained down upon her neck and cheeks before his weathered lips met hers in a stormy kiss. Their tongues brushed softly, enticing a sigh from the elf. A shiver ran through the dwarf as his inhaled the elf's pleasure filled sound.

When Thorin's strong hand cradled the back of her head, Lothrena turned into the gentle touch, baring more skin to the man who grew hard between her legs. His name seemed to leap from her lips like a prayer, and she began to chant it over and over as he sucked at the skin behind her sharp ear. Growling lowly in his throat, Thorin hurriedly tugged his tunic over his head as Lothrena shed her gown as well. His head fogged from the sound of his name falling off of his lover's tongue, he barely noticed the absence of his pants until lithe, cool fingers curled around the part of his body that burned most for her touch.

"Lothrena..." He growled, catching the point of her ear between his teeth. She hissed in return, bucking her hips against him. They huffed together, their stormy eyes locking. "Men lananubukhs menu." Thorin huffed in his crude language. Not quite certain how she understood, Lothrena smiled brightly before pressing a hot kiss to his parted lips, swallowing his pants as she took him into her body. As her king pulled away to growl his pleasure, she sighed into his ear, "amin mela lle."

They rocked against each other slowly, biting their lips to keep the whole house from hearing. Lothrena's hands wound tightly in Thorin's mane as his callused hands latched upon her pale hips. With each thrust, the elf found her pants growing louder. "Gods, Thorin..." She murmured as he descended upon her with a new fury. His kisses grew wilder as she tugged at his mane, his beard. They clutched at each other desperately. Thick fingers rolled sensitive peaks, and Lothrena gasped as his hot mouth closed over her nipple. This man was going to be the death of her.

Just like every time before, a pressure knotted itself at the base of her sex and began to radiate through her entire body. His name became a chant again, as did hers as they rushed head long towards release. Lips crashed together as they rode out their orgasms roughly, soft mewls and rough grunts slipping past the kiss as Thorin filled his lover once more.

:*:

"Mahal, woman...I will never grow tired of loving you." The king huffed as he rolled beside the elf, scooping her into his arms. She giggled softly, craning her neck to place a quick kiss on his nose.

"Nor I." She sighed. "Do you think that worm heard us? Alfrid, I mean." She asked suddenly, a wary expression on her face.

The king chuckled heartily, not caring now if he disturbed the others in the house. "Aye, little one, I think he may have. With walls as thin as these its hard to believe he didn't." He chuckled again as he watched a blush spread across her cheeks. "The man can eat his heart out." He answered with a quick kiss to her cheek before his breathing settled into a slow and even pace against her back. The sensation lulled her into her own sleep, the worries of the next day seeming so far away in this wondrous moment.

"You do know we're one short? Where's Bofur?" Bilbo asked as an armor clad Thorin and Lothrena joined the company outside. The elf squinted at the bright morning light that suddenly attacked her senses.

"If he's not here, we leave him behind." Thorin answered, leading his love to the boat that await them. With every step, her world seemed to spin. It seemed the gods had given her all the reprieve they were going to. The nausea was back.

"We'll have to if we're to find that door before nightfall. We can risk no more delays." Balin called back to Bilbo, making the elf's heart stop. Now is when her body decides to betray her? Now of all times?! At what seemed like the last moment, Bofur sprinted forth and leapt into the boat, at this point all dwarves accounted for.

"My love, are you ok to press on?" Thorin asked quietly as he caught her wrist gently.

"Of course, Thorin. I'm f-" a sudden wave of nausea spasmed into her stomach and she was forced to clamp her mouth shut to the point of pain until it passed.

"Lothrena?" Thorin asked desperately, catching her as she faltered slightly. Not a moment later, she swallowed heavily and stood from his embrace.

"I'm fine." She assured before stepping into the boat. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned to the dwarf that was worrying himself sick over her. "Well? Are you coming?" She winked.

I was so tired of seeing our loves suffer, I just had to give them this...especially with what's to come...

I decided since Kili wasn't wounded, all the dwarves would be present at the arrival of the mountain. (plus I felt bad for poor Bofur, Kili, Fili, and Oin beinf left behind in the film)

(Based on the translations I found):
Men lananubukhs menu/amin mela lle - I love you