Thorin looked at Shobha as he hung the suit of armour he had selected for her in their dressing room. Then placed a mithril shirt over the top and moved over to her fast. He was unhappy at having so little time to prepare her for his absence. He was even more worried about Gandalf's warning on not to leave for war without the wizard present. But Fili had foolishly taken that decision out of all their hands. Shobha had spent most of the night in the infirmary, dealing with the three very sick children. The youngest Blacklock dwarfling had almost died overnight, and therefore kept both Shobha and Oin busy. By the time she had returned back to their room last night she had looked completely exhausted, that he had felt guilty even wanting to make love to her. And so he had just held her while she fell asleep, half drained, half sobbing. He now stood preparing to lead his warriors out to the Misty Mountains.
"Amralime – do you remember everything Dwalin, Fili and I have taught you?" He held her hands in his as he knelt down in front of her, while she sat on the divan helplessly watching her husband prepare for battle. "No tears, my beauty – I promise I will return back to you."
"Yes I remember." She nodded, managing only a whisper. "Please will you wear a mithril vest – for me?"
"I have never –"
"If you don't wear one – I wont either." She cut in, making him grunt in irritation.
"But –"
"If my only job is to evacuate everyone – then I shouldn't even need it Thorin." She stood and walked over to him as he began to dress.
"For once cant you just do as you're told please?" He groused, arranging his armour ready to wear only to find her at his side holding out a large mithril vest that she had found in the royal armoury, with his crest on the breast.
"For me –" she held it out again. "And I don't care if it vexes you either. We can have hot angry sex to make it ok later..."
He looked at her, and then cursing in Khuzdul, took the vest from her hands and removing his tunic, put it on in front of her to make a point, before dressing again. She couldn't smile in return, it was a hollow victory and she dreaded what manner in which he might return.
She turned to make her way to the divan again, when he was on her in an instant, spinning her round and crushing her lips with his, like a man desperate for air.
"I would have you smile, my wife. Since I have fulfilled your wishes." She smiled into his kiss clutching his chest. The feel of her hands on his chest made him moan with pleasure, as he grabbed her firmly, and began to kiss along her neck. "Mmmmm…. My beauty, I don't think this will stay on for long at this rate –"
"Ah – then we take it off and put it back on…"
….
After some distraction, he was eventually fully dressed in his armour, he had braided her hair, and sat patiently while she had braided his with fresh warrior braids, and marriage braids. Then finally putting on his gloves and wrist plates he stood to leave. She concentrated hard to bite back the tears, it was no way to see him off to battle. So she touched his cheek and the tiptoed up to kiss him.
Then they had walked to the Great Gates hand in hand, almost in silence, where Dain, Fili and the remaining army were gathering, ready to mount their ponies. He stopped to take her hand in his and place a kiss on her knuckles.
"My Queen," he smiled weakly. "Amralizi."
"Amralizu, my King." She knew she shouldn't, it was not royal protocol, but she tiptoed up once more and kissed him. "I love you so much."
When she pulled away from him, he looked down at her with a faint smile cupping her chin in his hand. The Valar were cruel indeed, presenting him with his One after two centuries, when he had given up hope, only to take it all away a mere four days after they were wed.
"Och Cousin! Sorry –" Dain began walking over.
"Give me one moment Dain." Thorin interrupted, gently grabbing Shobha's hand, and walking away with her. Once in the entrance hall, he rushed her towards an empty corridor and pulled her around the corner.
Grabbing her firmly, he returned her prior kiss with fervour. Before they knew it they were tangled in each other's arms again, as though there were no tomorrow. And then he had pressed her against the wall wrapping her leg around his waist and bunching her skirts up urgently. He rapidly removed his gloves and wrist plates, dropping them to the floor. And freed his hardened, aching, member from his armour. Then unlacing the top of her dress, devouring her breasts with kisses and tearing open her knickers he entered her with desperation keeping his electric gaze fixed on her face, kissing her deeply, taking in every moan and gasp.
"I haven't done the contraceptive thingy –" she panted incoherently. And frankly she didn't care.
"I no longer wish to wait for you to conceive..." He kissed her neck roughly.
He hoped that if anything should happen to them, she would carry the next heir to the throne. And while public sex was not something he fantasised about, he needed this, and she knew it. Perhaps it might also be the last chance that he had to make love to her. If he died on this quest, he would wish to be bathed in her scent, when he did. If he returned she could give him hell about this for the rest of their lives, but this morning, he was grateful that she would help him.
He withdrew almost fully and thrust in several times, studying her face closely for every reaction.
He would never get enough of her: Of feeling her warmth fitting tightly around him better than a glove. She was close, but he wanted to be deeper in her. So deep, that she could taste him. He lifted her other leg, holding her from under her thighs with ease and impaled her deeper on his shaft with a hiss, for she was so tight. Then wrapping his hands around her thighs and spreading her open further, he increased his pace, angling his hips up to stimulate her, while she wound her arms around his neck pulling him closer still. He wanted to make sure that she would never forget his touch, or the feel of him inside her. The fire in his loins was fuelled further by the soft moans she was making, it was as though he had found a new instrument to play.
As she climaxed around him, desperately attempting to muffle her sounds, he soon followed spilling himself deep within her with a growl that rumbled through them both, and rocked him on his feet. He kissed her deeply for several moments as he thrust a few more times riding out his orgasm and twitching within her, desperate to make it last.
They had reappeared moments later to join the group, both looking the slightest bit more flushed, and ever so subtly dishevelled. They all likely knew exactly what the two of them had been up to, but it had been cruel enough that their consummation period had been interrupted, let alone the possibility that he may not return. And so no one had to heart to even tease them.
Shobha hugged Dwalin, Dain and Fili. She had insisted on both Dwalin and Fili wearing mithril vests too, but unlike Thorin, they had agreed without a fight.
Thorin was the last to mount his pony after one more lingering kiss with his new bride. He silently prayed that Mahal would look upon him mercifully for fulfilling his duty, and return him back to his One. And with that the group set off into the distance.
Shobha along with Dis, Balin and some others had remained to watch them. Thorin had looked back once and nodded at her very regally. But she remained watching them, even as everyone else began returning back inside the mountain. Dis had asked whether she wished for her to stay, but Shobha had just shook her head silently and hugged her sister in law. She couldn't imagine how painful it must have been for Dis to watch all three of them leave for battle once more, uncertain whether then would return. And so long after everyone else had left, Shobha had remained at the gates watching as the last of the group disappeared into the horizon, with a heavy heart.
"My Queen, you should have some breakfast. Our King informed me that you ate nothing this morning." Barr interrupted her thoughts. He had been silently standing guard all this time. She wondered whether he had been nearby when Thorin had fucked her in the corridor and how much he had heard of that.
"Actually I need a walk, Barr." She looked at him. "Do you know the way to the temple of Aulë and Yavanna?"
"Aye, my Queen." He nodded and began to lead the way.
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