Next chapter is here and it's the wedding!
Thorin turned as the doors opened and instantly his breath caught in his throat. Mirima sailed down the aisle towards him, walking as gracefully as the elves of the forest. Her golden hair tumbled down her back in luscious, soft looking waves that Thorin could not wait to bury his hands into. Her dress flattered every curve she had, from her slim waist to her wide hips. She was all his. Only his.
Indilwen walked beside her, her hand underneath Mirima's as she escorted her daughter to him. Their eyes met and there was a small flash of gold in her eyes before a tiny smile graced the slim lips she wore for deceit. The golden floor reflected her image perfectly, twin angels floating closer and closer to his grasp, where Thorin swore he would grab on and never let go so long as he breathed.
Finally Mirima was at his side and all Thorin could do was gaze at her with complete, full and unquestionable love which she returned with just as much passion in her burning eyes. "I still think you're insane for choosing me." She whispered quietly to him as everyone settled down. Thorin smirked then leaned closer slightly.
"You're the one who followed me from that pub." She shot him a smirk in return before turning to the great dwarf lord who was to conduct the ceremony. Their fingers entwined together.
Mirima and Thorin sat side by side at the head table, openly holding hands which made a few snotty lady courtiers glower in disgust, especially when Thorin lifted their entwined hands to kiss the back of Mirima's hand, making her blush slightly but smile. They danced the night away, never far from one another's side as they shared congratulations from faces both strange and familiar.
When the company got hold of Mirima, she had to evade each attempt to try and lift her up, laughing as she danced in and out between them, grabbing hands to spin them around before hiding behind Thorin. However the company won, grouping around Thorin and Mirima to share in a massive group embrace where Mirima had to save Bilbo from being crushed.
Once there was enough room to breathe Bilbo coughed then smiled up at Mirima. "I'm so happy for you both. You deserve one another, honestly. I wish you all the luck there is to have." With that he lifted a small box which Mirima took then opened the lid, instantly smiling at the clump of earth with a single acorn in the centre.
"I thought you were going to plant this?" Mirima said to him.
"I did, this is from another tree. I thought you might like a little of the Shire to remind you of where the journey began." Mirima smiled then kissed Bilbo's brow, making him blush deeply but smile all the same.
"I'll plant it in the earth just above the secret door." She informed him. "And I'll watch it grow every day." With that Mirima put the box down safely at her place at the head table then rushed back to grab Bilbo into a dace with Bofur and his lovely lady friend.
"Miri! Miri!" Fili shouted then grabbed Mirima's hands, pulling her and Kili into a dance. "We've just realised. Now that you've married Thorin, you are officially our aunt!" Mirima's skin paled drastically at the realisation.
"Gross! Don't either of you even dare think about calling me aunt!" She warned but then grinned. "Or I'll throw you in the dungeons to rot!" They all laughed before leaping back into the dance. After that Mirima danced with everyone in the company, shedding tears of joy and laughter until she was breathlessly returned to Thorin's arms.
"I'm assuming you're too tired for one last dance?" Mirima smiled up at him, reaching up to stroke a lock of his hair.
"Well you know. I need to save my energy." She said suggestively then laughed at Thorin's face as she was swept away into another joyful dance. As she was galloping in the circle, however, Mirima gave a nod to Indilwen, who stood half concealed in the shadows. Indilwen smirked then looked up to the tall roof high above.
Without warning snow began to flutter down from above, falling to rest on eyelashes and flushed cheeks, offering instant coolness as everyone stopped to turn their faces upwards. Mirima took her chance to slip away, grabbing the box from her place then Thorin also, ducking her head to pull him out the side, running until they had left everyone far behind them.
"There's one thing we must do." Mirima whispered to him, leading the way up to the secret door. Thorin followed obediently, only half aware of where she was leading him. Mirima could be leading him to his death and he wouldn't care. He was the happiest dwarf alive at that moment, watching her curling hair bounce freely and neatly, for once not the tangled mess it usually appeared in.
Mirima led him out the secret door, opening it from the inside then climbed up the stones to higher ground in her dress, hoisting it up as Thorin went on ahead, lifting her up the last stretch. He pulled her close then instantly went for her hair, running his fingers through the silky locks before pulling her head up to his, finding her hot lips with his own.
His breath was sweetened by the wine and Mirima moaned softly, pulling herself closer to him as they bathed in the cooling rays of the silver moon. When he pulled away, Thorin inhaled the soft fragrance of almonds from her hair. "This is my favourite scent." He whispered.
"I know." Mirima answered mischievously then knelt down carefully, digging around in the soft earth with Thorin's help until there was a hole deep enough for them to plant the acorn into.
"May it grow healthy and strong." Thorin murmured softly, brushing off his hands.
"Like our family." Mirima answered with equal tenderness, lifting her clean hand to touch his face, rubbing her thumb over his soft beard before kissing him softly. "Come on, I want to get out of this ridiculous dress." Thorin chuckled then stood with a nod of his head, allowing Mirima to lead the way.
When they got back to the king's suite, now their shared chamber, Mirima instantly went behind the screen to change after washing her hands. She took off all jewellery and hairpieces before sliding from her dress, carefully folding it before putting it aside. Now she simple stood in her chemise and bodice, which was laced up tightly at the front, accenting the curves of her chest flatteringly.
With a soft sigh Mirima stepped out then smiled at Thorin, leaning against the wall to watch him. He sat at the fireplace in the armchair, pulling off his boots. Mirima quietly walked up behind him then stepped to his side, reaching out and began to work her fingers into his shoulders. Instantly Thorin sighed and dropped his final boot, closing his eyes as Mirima worked her magic until Thorin was completely lax.
She stepped around and he shifted, opening his arms so that she could perch on his knees before he pulled her closer, wrapping both arms around her. She leaned into him, one hand stroking through his hair as they both watched the fire. They sat peacefully together, relaxed and calmed by one another's presence before Mirima began to slowly move away.
She leaned back, shifting before reaching for the shirt Thorin wore. He lifted his arms, allowing Mirima to gently draw it from him before she dropped it down to the floor, her eyes wandering shamelessly over Thorin's hard muscles, her fingers tracing each scar she could see. Slightly ashamed of his battle wounds, Thorin lifted her hand away from his chest where she had been tracing a long line but she sighed in reply then turned the grip, lifting his hand to her bare shoulder then moved his finger until he felt the grove of a scar.
"I have my scars too." She informed him. "And I'm not ashamed. Of mine nor yours." With that she leaned down and kissed him passionately, showing him everything she felt about him and his scars with wordless emotion. Thorin felt utterly underserving of this woman he held, his wife, yet he kissed her back with everything he had just to match her before lifting her up into his arms.
He cradled her carefully in his strong arms, smiling down at her as he carried her to the bed, the sheets already turned down. Mirima chuckled softly then leaned up, trailing her lips over Thorin's neck as he lay her down gently then swung a leg over her, moving forwards to capture her mouth again.
"I love you Thorin Oakenshield." Her breath was soft and feather light, barely above a whisper as she leaned back her head with closed eyes, allowing Thorin's attentions to reach her exposed neck and chest.
"And I love you. Mirima Stonebreaker." Thorin murmured back, his mouth brushing against her ear as one hand tangled itself into her hair, already lost in every sensation which was filled to the brim with Mirima. It was all he could ever want. It was all he had ever needed.
I'm to happy for those two...*sniff.