Although the dwarves were quite suspicious towards the elves, Enya believed they were gentle souls who meant them no harm. She even liked the salads and "green stuff" (as the dwarves put it) they had gotten for dinner this evening. She chuckled. Her human upbringing made her definitely more open minded. Enya sighed as she laid on her back in the grass. She stared at the stars. Everyone had abandoned her. All the dwarves had sneaked off to god know where. Kíli had screamed at her that she was not allowed to follow, which only made it more very likely that she would sneak up to them later on the evening.

Enya frowned. Even Bilbo had trailed off, probably to investigate Rivendell without her, Enya mused. Although she was a little offended he did not ask her to come along, she also understood he needed some time alone. Being in the company of thirteen (well technically thirteen and a half or fourteen) dwarves was exhausting. They definitely were a merry couple (as Gandalf put it), but the unspoken rules were sometimes hard to follow. Or to accept. Enya rolled on her stomach and stared at the bridge where Gandalf and lord Elrond walked half an hour ago. She had wanted to walk with them, but then suddenly assumed they probably had some important matters to talk about, so she had not dared to disturb them. Enya let out a long sigh again and stood up. She had done her medidation routine and practised her skills. She even tried to bend the water in the little fountain that stood on the edge of their camp to her will, but so far she had not succeeded. In human language: she was bored. Enya looked around and decided to scout the place herself. If no one wanted her company... well. Then she had to entertain herself. She lazily followed the path in the opposite direction in whence they had entered the valley. Coincidentally, the way in which the dwarves had disappeared. Enya giggled. She might even run into a particular grumpy dwarf prince. And on such a beautiful evening, he had to be in a good mood...

The path led her further into the valley. Enya played with a lock of her hair and hummed a song. She had no idea where she was going, but she assumed she could not get lost in this place. At least, she hoped she couldn't. Enya followed the path and let her mind wandering. God, she was completely smitten. Since the moment she ended up in middle earth, all she did was admiring Thorin, gazing at Thorin or dreaming about him when he was not around. If she could do all the stuff she day-dreamed about... ha! She would not allow him to stop making love to her. She wanted him all night. Slowly. Oh yes.

'Making love? All night?' Her mind mused. 'Darling, even if he wanted just a quick bang you wouldn't have the guts to say no to him!' Enya sighed. It had to stop. Her mind was painstakingly right. If she ever wanted to be taken seriously, she had to get her shit together. She had to stop being in love with that stubborn beautiful breathtaking bastard and focus on the road that lay ahead.

'Stop being in love? Yes! That's what you also told yourself all those years ago when you met Jaaaason!' Her mind teased her. Enya groaned. She was an hopeless case. Every time she gave her heart to a man, it went terribly wrong. They always deceived her. Wronged her. Enya frowned. Maybe she was destined to be alone. To live a solitary life as a witch. Maybe grandma Gigi was wrong and Thorin would never yearn for her. And never did anyway. Enya whimpered. She did not want to think about that. Her mind wasn't ready for that. But what if it was true? Enya stared at her feet and concluded she had trailed off the path. She sighed. Great. She even had the ability of getting lost in a valley where you practically couldn't! She angrily paced back (well... she believed she was going back) through the forest. She had to be back before the dwarves would start to miss her. The idea of having to admit she got lost in the valley, stung. No. She had to get out of here. And fast.

Enya was relieved when she discovered the path again, but got immediately distracted as she heard shouting in the distance. She quickly hid in the bushes and peeked to the other side.

The first thing what she saw, were naked butts. Thirteen to be precise. Enya smiled mischievously when she discovered one butt in particular. Oh, it was exactly as she expected (and imagined) it to be! Perfectly round, but yet still tight as it should be. She crawled on her belly and let out a sigh while she admired the spectacle. The dwarves chose an enormous white fountain to bathe in. It had multiple levels to sit or swim in, so it was perfect for some graceful diving.

Or to squish your body into a ball and jump as fast as you can to make the water under you splash all over the place...

The dwarves were having a good time, laughed and drank wine straight from the bottle. Hey, where did they get that? Enya wished she could join them. She blushed when Thorin Oakenshield turned around a little while he said something to Kíli.

'Oh yes, show me what you got!' Her mind was all over the place.

Enya bit her lip when she got a glimpse of his torso. Oh, it was robust. The muscles were tight, like he had been working out in the gym every day. She literally could count them.

Oh god

Oh god

Oh god

It was perfect. He was perfect! If she could just... Enya groaned softly. There you had it. She couldn't. She had to tear herself from the magnificent sight of Thorin Oakenshield naked, and get back to bed. She wanted to crawl away, but then decided she could take a bottle of wine in bed. If a glass of wine could shut up her mind, that would be nice. And otherwise she would just fall in a dreamless sleep. A sleep where a certain dwarf lord could not follow her. Enya put her hand on the grass and shot an icicle trail to the fountain. It grew silently like a branch and stretched under the bottle. Enya let the trail thicken in a subtle manner, making a slight slope. She had to be very patient. The bottle did not move. Damn! Enya concentrated and made the slope somewhat steeper, until she saw the bottle moving. With a soft rush it glided towards her. Oh yes, she was a professional. She was a professional burglar. She did an excellent- wait! She groaned when the bottle all of a sudden fell over with a loud thumb. She could not reach it, just yet. It was a few paces away from the foliage, maybe she could...

'Hey! Who is stealing our booze?' One of the dwarves shouted. Enya could not see which one it was.

Eh- how could she get herself out of this situation and save her dignity? Enya let out a deep sigh. They must have seen the ice trail. They knew it was her. There was only one option. She stood up, left her safe hiding spot and walked to the bottle. Without looking at the naked dwarves, she picked it up. She could hear the commotion as they hid themselves in the water.

'WE TOLD YOU, YOU COULD NOT FOLLOW US!' Fíli screamed.

Enya shrugged and decided to play innocent.

'I know. But the bottle called to me. It seems it wants to spend the night with me, and I could not resist it'

She winked and bit her lip when she realized what did she just said. She hoped none of the dwarves understood the REAL meaning of the words she just blurted out.

Everybody just stared at her.

'Cheers' she purred, slowly turned around and disappeared in the forest. Wow! Enya burst into laughter and started to run as fast as she could. She misbehaved terribly, but she had booze! To hell with her beauty sleep. Enya wanted to lay in some cool water herself and forget about her problems. She grinned. It sounded like a plan!

Enya had found a quiet spot to bathe in. She sat in the cool water and sighed. Her head became a bit fuzzy from the wine, a feeling she welcomed. She had no intention of getting drunk, but boy, elves liked to make their wine strong! It took her not long before she was a bit tipsy. All right, really tipsy.

All was fine, until she saw Thorin Oakenshield appearing from the forest.

'Oh no.' She muttered. 'What are YOU doing here?'

She assumed he didn't hear her, but he looked at her, clearly amused.

'I am retrieving what you stole from us' he said.

Enya grabbed the bottle of wine before he could reach it and held it close to her chest.

'No you are not! This bottle is my companion tonight.'

'So you said' he mused.

Yes. Enya blushed. She did not want to talk to him, but yet she did. The wine loosened her tongue and she found herself in a situation where she wanted to yell at him that she yearned for him far more than this stupid bottle. She shrugged. No. She could not share that. She could talk about ANTYTHING, except that.

'I recently learned that when you find stuff laying around, it isn't stealing.'

Thorin grinned. 'Is that so?'

Enya nodded. 'And now it's mine.'

'Technically it was mine, before your ice slope stole it away, right under my nose.' He stated.

Enya beamed. 'Well, that would make me an excellent burglar then!'

'But excellent burglars don't get caught.' Thorin said. 'Which makes you... well. Let's say a voyeur with burglar ambitions?'

WAIT! Was he teasing her?

Enya bit her lip and tried not to giggle. She really needed to stop giggling when he was around her.

'I was NOT spying on you!' She said, but she knew he knew better than that.

'I can assure you that my eyes were on the bottle only. I am an honorable lady.' She added.

The way he looked at her, said it all. He was not buying her explanation. Oh lord. She felt her blood running up to her cheeks and tried to distract him.

'Sir Oakenshield, I suppose a lady needs her privacy when bathing.'

He eyed her and she saw in his eyes an expression that almost made her explode. That was lust. A panties shredding lust. Oh yes, he was definitely flirting with her. Shit. Because of the wine she was more vulnerable than ever. Even more willing to do everything he wanted.

'Well?' She said, demanding an answer.

Thorin sat down and treated her with an innocent smile.

'I figured you wanted to talk to someone, because the bottle won't talk back.'

Hmm. Smart move, Oakenshield.

'Maybe. Maybe not.' She said and closed her eyes. All she had to do was breathe. Breathe and try not to lose her mind.

'Can I ask you why you are in such a good mood tonight?'

Thorin chuckled. 'I don't know. Maybe I'm having a good time.'

'Hmm.' Enya turned an went to face him, but she made sure she was covered by the water.

'Why is it that I always find myself a victim of your anger?'

'Because you always seem to be capable of doing something inappropriate. Things I cannot allow.' Thorin mused.

'Inappropriate?' Enya asked.

Thorin didn't answer that question. Instead he asked her one himself, one she did not expect and it made her head spin.

'Did you enjoy the view when you peeked at my naked body, miss?'

'Yes, it was quite amazing thank you' Enya said softly and she refused to look at him.

'So your eyes weren't entirely set on that bottle of wine then.' He said.

Enya sighed. Damn, he bested her. And he knew it. She blamed the wine for being so careless. She saw him grinning victoriously in the corner of her eye.

'Stop it!' She hissed.

'Stop what?'

Enya groaned softly. 'You are taking advantage of my current merry mood, aren't you?'

'I would never do such a thing.' Thorin said, but he had a hard time keeping his expression clear.

'No, you wouldn't' Enya smirked. 'But this moment is very convenient to pry some information from me I don't want to share.'

'And what kind of information would that be?' He asked, amused.

Gah! Frustrating dwarf!

'What do you want to hear?' She teased.

'I want you to confirm my suspicions.' He explained.

'Do you have proof for these suspicions?' Enya bit her lip.

'A lot of proof.' He simply said. 'It is quite obvious, I would say.'

Enya leaned over to the place he was sitting. 'So, if it is that obvious, why would you need confirmation anyway?'

Thorin frowned. 'One has to be sure.'

Enya swallowed hard. Where was this going? If it involved him touching and kissing her right on the spot, she would go with it. Happily.

'Well, ask me your questions then.' She said, her voice uneven.

It took a while before she heard his low husky voice again.

'So. I always wanted to know if you are only half dwarf or if your blood is pure.'

Wow.

That was totally unexpected. And unfair. Enya sobered up in a matter of seconds. She bit her lip and cursed herself for letting him deceive her like that. He ruthlessly played with her. What did he expect? That she would scream and jump on him, finally giving in to her needs? No. Enya shrugged and decided to play along again. And this time, she would not let herself lead astray.

'Well, before I provide you with an answer, you have to tell me your theory about it.'

'My theory...' Thorin eyed the bottle of wine. 'I don't really have a theory. You do have some human characteristics and sometimes behave like one. I believe you are a half blood.'

Enya narrowed her eyes. That was the worst excuse she ever heard. It almost seemed like he wanted to ask her another question, but backed out. Maybe he wasn't ruthlessly toying around with her feelings after all. She decided to let it go.

'I honestly don't know. My mother is a dwarf, but I never knew my father. He died before I was born. I don't even know what he looked like.'

'I am sorry.' Thorin said and she heard the guilt in his voice.

'Oh, it's okay.' Enya said.

She smiled as she gave back the bottle of wine. 'There you go. I only borrowed a little.'

Thorin took the wine from her and made sure their fingers did not touch. He stood up.

'I will leave you be in peace, miss' he muttered and he sounded like he regretted asking such a question.

Enya watched him turning around and realized she would not let him get away with that. No. Before he could set another step, she jumped out of the water, put on her jacket to cover herself and ran after him.

'NO!' She yelled. 'I've changed my mind about that wine!'

He turned to her, his expression puzzled. Enya smiled, but before she could even grab the bottle out of his hands, she tripped over a tree root. Again. Enya prepared herself for an inelegant smack, but instead she heard a bottle falling. The next thing she knew, Thorin Oakenshield was holding her in his strong arms. Again.

'Are you doing this on purpose?' He whispered.

Enya bit her lip. 'No, I have to admit I can be incredibly clumsy.'

Thorin frowned and breathed heavily. Enya blushed when she realized she, yet again, wore next to nothing in his presence. And this time, it was even worse. Her jacket had peeped open and although it was covering the most important parts, Thorin could see a large part of her skin- from her neck to her abdomen. Her belly button piercing was on display as well. She only could hope he liked what he saw.

Thorin's chest was heaving up and down and he refused to look her in the eye. There was a deep red blush on his cheeks. He didn't say a thing and held on to her tight. Enya noticed his hands trembled a bit. Oh, she wanted to kiss him.

'You. Need. To. Get. Dressed.' He hissed slowly. 'Now.'

He lowered her down and let her go when he was sure she was on her feet again. Enya smiled innocently.

'It seems I cannot win your mind games, sir Oakenshield. But I do seem have the power to silence you.'

Thorin narrowed his eyes. 'Get. Dressed.'

Enya sighed. 'Yes'

She walked back to the water and turned around. He was still there.

'No peeking.' She teased.

She could see his mouth curve into a hesitant smile. It was tiny, but it was there.

'I am not like you, miss. I am not sneaking around and watch innocent naked dwarf men bathe.'

'You don't? Well, if I embarrassed you in that way, maybe I should return the favor, then.'

Enya knew it was a risk, but she had to do it. She turned her back to him and threw her jacket away in a dramatic, glorious manner. Thorin made a loud gasp and Enya enjoyed the moment. She had his attention. She slowly put on her panties (she thanked herself for putting on the most sexy one she owned when she left her house that particular morning) followed by her shirt. In a subtle manner she let her pants glide over her butt. She put on her corset and wanted to tie it up herself, but she shivered when he suddenly appeared to be right behind her.

'You. Are. Reckless.' He groaned as he tied her up with aggressive movements.

Oh, he was mad again.

'That's what you do to me.' She whispered softly. 'You make it very hard to contain myself. It is unfair.'

'So you are telling me you are not THAT bold on a daily basis then?' Hissed Thorin as he made a tight knot at the bottom of her corset.

Enya turned around and faced him. She looked directly in his beautiful fierce blue eyes, her mouth inches away from his.

'No, I am absolutely not.' Enya decided to be honest. 'But when you are around, I seem to lose my mind. And my manners.'

He swallowed hard and she saw he tried to contain himself. She waited a few seconds and then decided to walk away. After basically confessing she was in love with him, she found it better to walk away from him than the other way around. She smiled and dragged herself away from him. She wanted to walk back to the path when suddenly...

WHOA!

Thorin caught up with her and pushed her roughly against a tree. His lips were dangerously close. Enya could not breathe and stared into his eyes. Oh, she could drown in them.

'Miss Enya...' he whispered softly. 'You make me so mad. You... I...' he did not finish his sentence, but cupped her face with his hands.

Then he kissed her. Enya was set ablaze. His hot mouth was on hers and his hands played with her hair. Enya enjoyed the taste of his mouth and eagerly kissed back. She opened her lips to welcome his tongue and forgot everything around her when his tongue stroked hers for the first time. He teased her, explored her mouth greedily. Neither of them pulled back. Instinctively, Enya crossed her legs around him without ever part her lips from his. Her arms were around his neck. Thorin groaned and deepened the kiss again. Through all their clothes, Enya felt his erection pushing against her body. Yes, now she knew for certain he wanted her as much as she wanted him!

Enya moaned as he teared himself away from her.

'I cannot...' Thorin panted.

He was furious. She was furious. If their lips touched again, Enya knew she would lose it. She would tear off his clothes and demand him to make her his. First rough, then slowly. And then rough again. Until she was worn out.

'This will not happen again.' Thorin said in a gruff manner.

He took a step back, making the distance between them safe again.

'I have a quest to fulfill. I don't have time for this.' Thorin said and he squared his jaw. 'You HAVE to behave.'

'Me?'

'YES, YOU!' Thorin roared and paced away, leaving Enya leaning back against the tree, astonished.

Her body was still shaking from all the adrenaline and Enya sighed. At least she knew now he desired her, but she wanted him to make love to her. And she would not stop until he would give in.