Written collaboratively by kkolmakov and RagdollPrincess.

The dwarf in the room lay stretched naked on his bed finally clean after a bath. His room was dark. The candles had burnt out hours ago, but he was far from sleep, his mind whirling from the latest events. A knock sounded at the door and he tensed in irritation at the intrusion. Rising from the bed, he moved towards the door and flung it open, fully aware he was stark naked and hoping it would send a clear message that he did not wish to be disturbed. He hardly cared that he was a guest in the House of Elrond and should be concerned with making a good impression on whoever was on the other side of the door.

He was surprised to find Wren, the Healer from Bree. She was clad in a short light blue nightgown that was nearly sheer, made of layers of complicated lace. He blinked rapidly for a moment, confused as to why he would suddenly think that Reese Jacobsen had one just like it. Shaking the thought from his mind, he noticed a light was shining behind her and he could make out her thin figure through the transparent layered fabric. His eyes lingered on the swell of her small breasts, the red of her small peaks visible through the fabric. Her appearance bordered on obscene, and he wondered if she'd encountered anyone on the way from her room dressed this way.

She looked horribly confused and then startled as she realized his naked state, glancing behind her in slight panic. He smirked in amusement, taking great pleasure in her discomfort. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the door frame casually.

"What can I do you for, honourable healer?" His tone was sarcastic, and she shifted between her small feet. Blush was burning on her cheeks.

"I apologise for the intrusion, Master Kili," she stammered and twitched her nose in her habitual nervous gesture. "I am afraid I must have… All the passages look the same, and I was not heading to you room, I assure you..." Her voice trailed away, and she made a small step back.

He was going to turn back into his room, planning to slam his door loudly into her face, when he realized that while her head was lowered in a seemingly demure gesture, she was studying his naked body, and the flush on her skin was anything but embarrassment. She was taking short shallow breaths in, and he saw her small peaks rise under the lace, bright tips puckered.

Turning towards her slowly, his mouth stretched wide in a feral smirk as he approached her, reaching for her arm. His large hand clasped around her upper arm roughly, and he paused to see what she would do. She did not move, and he saw her red lips open slightly. He pulled her closer and lowered his face to her. She tried to turn away, but he held her in place and brought his mouth to her ear. "Honourable healer, are you sure it's a mistake that you arrived at my door this evening?" His voice was low, dangerous and lethal, and his smirk widened as she shivered at his tone. She tried to pull her arm away, but he noticed her attempt was quite feeble. He'd been travelling with her for several weeks now and knew she was stronger than she looked.

Suddenly her face changed, and her lips twitched. She raised her eyes at him, and he was shocked by the hungry burning in them. She licked her lips, "Not all mistakes are to have unpleasant consequences, aren't they, honourable Dwarf?" Her voice had dropped lower, and suddenly her narrow hand lay on his chest under his right clavicle. She curled her fingers, and her short nails dug into his skin.

He paused for a moment, considering her before casting a glance down the hall. "Who saw you come here?" He growled.

"No one," she breathed. She suddenly brought her hand to his cock, and he tensed as she grasped him tightly, making her intent clear. "No one will know I assure you."

Gripping her arm even more tightly, he swung her into the room, not caring for how rough he was being as he slammed the door and shoved her back against it. She hissed as her back hit the wood, thudding dully. Pinning her to the door with his hips, he brought his hand to the flimsy nightdress and grasped her small breasts.

"Not much to offer, I see," he murmured cruelly.

She suddenly appeared to come to her senses and tried to pull away. "Wait… That is madness… No, no, I belong to your uncle," she whispered, shaking her head.

"Come now, Wren," he emphasized her name cruelly as he used it for the first time since he'd met her. He smirked darkly as he said the words. "It was you that decided you should come to my door tonight. What could possibly have changed?"

She flared her nostrils in irritation and seemingly decided to move towards the door. She paused then. Suddenly turning, she pressed her lips against his feverishly, moaning as his hardened cock pushed painfully against her hip. He brought his hand to her jaw and grasped it in a painful grip as he tore his mouth off hers.

"Do not do that again," he snarled. "You have but one purpose here." His eyes bore into hers and for a moment he thought she might leave. She did not.

Arching toward him she purred languidly, "So no kisses then? Good thing, lips have other purposes," and he felt his cock harden even more. Her hand slid from his chest now and she confidently pushed it and locked her fingers around the base of his member. She clicked her tongue in approval. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she slowly knelt and he saw her small tongue run over her lips.

He stood leaning on the wall, his hand buried in her orange curls, as she took him in her mouth. Her lips slipped along his length, and he groaned, dropping his head back. For an innocent girl she was painting herself to be, she was surprisingly good. His tip dove deep into her throat, she was massaging him, her fingers mirroring the movement on his testes. He looked at her and saw her eyes closed in obvious pleasure. He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked, making her open her eyes. "You are a bit of a whore, aren't you, honourable healer?"

He saw challenge in her eyes, and he felt livid. Her curls still grasped in his hand, he pulled and she released his cock with a popping sound. He then moved his hand, onto her neck, and made her get up. She was breathing heavily and rose, her body visibly shaking.

He pressed his hand into her shoulder and grabbed the hem of her night dress, pulling her gown up and lifting her as she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the bed and threw her down unceremoniously, leering at her as he considered her spread before him. "What would Uncle think if he knew you were such a tramp?" He murmured. She cocked a brow at him as she dragged a small foot up the inside of his thigh until she grazed his sac gently. He wondered for a moment if she was going to kick him and drew back slightly. Her grin widened at his moment of vulnerability, which irritated him.

"I am rather good at pretending to be less experienced than I am, honourable nephew," she drew the moniker with venom in her voice, and he growled. She gave out a short throaty laugh.

He flipped her on her stomach, not wishing to see into her eyes, and she stretched on her stomach cat like, raising her small bum in the air for him. Tangling his hand in her hair, he leaned forward slightly to hiss in her ear.

"Is this what you envisioned when you came here, Healer?"

He let go of her hair and grabbed her arms under her elbows, jerking her back towards him and off the bed. Her knees hit the floor, and she moaned. He settled behind her, aligned his cock with her entrance and pushed in. She was very tight, due to her small size, but she was also clenching her inner muscles, and he rasped, "Enjoying yourself, honourable healer?" She made a small whining noise.

He rolled over her, and she moaned. Her small frame on the bed, delicate slender back and pale skin were a stark contrast to the rough bed covers, and he wondered if the coarse fabric was rubbing on her sensitive peaks. He thrust several times, each of his movement met with a quiver of her quim and a soft gasp. He could see half of her face pressed to the covers, and suddenly he felt furious. A corner of her lips was curled up in pleasure, and in some sort of dark triumph, and he ground his teeth.

He rose slightly, rolling his hips into her harder, and then he placed on knee on the bed near her. He physically dominated her, towering above her as he ploughed his hips into hers. The angle changed, his cock went into her so much deeper, and she cried out. It was a sound of pleasure, but he understood there was pain mixed in it, and he felt a vengeful satisfaction. He drew his cock back slowly, letting her feel it, anticipating the next assault. His hands were pressed into the bed near her head, and he froze, his member almost out of her. He could see she was shaking, her spine and shoulder blades looking exceptionally vulnerable, and he slammed his hips into her.

She yelled, thrashed under him, her hands stretched ahead of her and clawing at the fabric of the sheets. He rose again, this time he shifted his weight on his knee on the bed, and picked up her arms under her elbows again. She had that sort of skin that would bruise easily, and he squeezed her arms harder. He wondered if he could leave ten sharp finger marks on her pale skin. He certainly could try.

Suddenly her whole body tensed, and she started quaking in an obviously violent climax, moaning loudly and pulling at her arms. He saw her biting at the sheets, and he sped up, his hips snapping in even harsher punishing movements. He thought she whimpered asking him to halt, and he jerked her arms to make her quiet.

"More," she whined arching her back. He could feel she was close again and changed angles to peg against a more sensitive spot.

The new angle pushed her over the edge again. "Enjoy while you can, honourable healer," he snarled through gritted teeth as he plunged deeply and quickly. "You'll return to you beloved before long. Although I must say he doesn't seem to have been able to do the deed as of yet. I wonder if he'll be enough for your appetites." Somehow the satisfaction he felt at the thought of defiling his uncle's prize, punishing him unknowingly for his blissful happiness and torturous decision to drag Kili on this journey, served to hasten his own climax as a groan built deep within him.

Kili jerked awake with a gasp, cold from lying on the bed uncovered, the horrifying image from the dream tattooed on his mind. He felt disgusted by the hardness of his cock and ignored it angrily. He rose from the bed and reached for his clothing, realizing his traveling clothes had been replaced with warm soft trousers and tunic and a long black coat. Pulling them on he was unnecessarily rough as he shoved his cock into the trousers. Feeling he was about to suffocate in the room that played the setting of his disgusting dream he quickly went to the door and let himself quietly into the hallway.

A/N: Mwuahahahahahaha :D