They were not going to make it.
Facing the pale orc herself and thereby saving Thorin's tight ass is one thing, but to outrun a skin changer... Enya panted as she and the company ran behind Gandalf in the fastest way they could manage. Surprisingly, Bombur was just behind her. She was happy that he could keep up this time.
A terrifying roar came from behind that made everyone run a little bit faster. Enya wanted to look behind her to see the magnificent beast for herself, but decided that she'd rather live to tell the tale.
'RUN!' Screamed Gandalf once more.
Enya panted and thanked her past self once again for keeping up a running routine. Her persistence saved her life numerous times now. She felt relieved when a house appeared on the horizon. They were nearly there. Perhaps they would make it after all.
As they ran into the courtyard, a loud scream that came from behind made Enya stop. Everyone rushed by and concentrated on opening the door, screaming to each other in blind panic. Enya turned around and swallowed hard when she saw what was going on. Ori had tripped over something (god and she thought she was the clumsy one?) and Bilbo was helping him to get up. That damned Dolvira stood by them and had grabbed her sword to fight. The bear was only a few feet away from them, his mouth already open wide to swallow them. Even with a sword of a warrior dwarf woman, Enya knew they were doomed. This bear was powerful and she doubted that a single blow from a sword would kill it. They all would be dead before Dolvira was able to strike a second blow. Without thinking, Enya left the safeness of the courtyard, towards her friends. Although she happily would see Dolvira disappear in the bears mouth, she could not endure the thought of losing Bilbo or Ori.
'MISS ENYA I ORDER YOU TO COME BACK!' Thorin yelled at her, but she ignored him.
She pushed Dolvira, Ori and Bilbo out of the way. The faces of the latter two were pale and the fear of death was written on them.
Dolvira smirked. 'Leave this to the real fighters among us, pretty face.'
Enya payed no attention to Dolvira and turned to Ori and Bilbo.
'GET. IN. THE. HOUSE!' She ordered them. They obliged as fast as they could and ran into the courtyard again.
'Get in the house.' She repeated to Dolvira.
'REALLY?' Dolvira screamed. 'YOU ARE NO FIGHTER! YOU ARE A WORTHLESS WORM! DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU WILL GAIN THORINS' LOVE IF YOU CAN SAVE THE DAY, HUH?'
As much as Enya wanted to discuss her motivation for putting her life on the line (and right now it once had nothing do to with Thorin), there was simply no time. The bear was near and it would devour both of them if she did nothing.
With a massive force, Enya's hands blew Dolvira out of the way, into the safeness of the yard. Dolvira screamed and tried to get up, but the force was too massive- she could not even get up.
Wait, did she just used the power of the wind to do that?
Enya frowned and went to face the bear. Again, there was no time to think about that too. Wind or not, the skin changer neared her. Enya swallowed and told herself that it didn't matter if she died. The original company would still be intact. Thorin had Dolvira. She had to protect the quest at all cost.
In a matter of seconds, the bear was in front of her. Magnificent, he was. Too big to be a normal bear, with dark brown fur and brown intelligent eyes. His face was scarred, with deep old wounds running through the fur. The bear stood on his hind legs and roared. His enormous white set of teeth made Enya tremble. But she did not move and held her ground.
'Greetings, my friend.' She whispered. 'I have deep respect for you.'
The bear inspected her curiously and Enya wondered if it was as intrigued as it seemed.
'I am so sorry we are invading your lands, but we are hunted by an orc pack. We are tired, and seek refuge in your home.' She said and lowered herself down on her knees.
Enya waited for a blow from the mighty claws. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the moment. She readied herself for blinding pain, but.. Instead she heard a low voice, talking back to her.
'You can reason with me in my bear form... What are you?' The bear said and he sat down so he could study her face from up close.
'I am Enya Blueheart, a fire witch from the firebeards clan.' She answered.
'I normally don't like dwarves.' The eyes of the bear glistered with anger. 'But you are different. Your forces come from nature. You respect nature. Nature respects you.'
Enya nodded.
'Who is with you?' The bear growled.
Enya gave the bear a little smile. 'The company I am traveling in is a merry couple. There is a hobbit, a wizard and a dozen men from my kin. They are all very dear to me.'
The bear narrowed his eyes. 'Are they like you?'
'In a way.' Enya said cautiously. 'But I love every single one of them, so I beg you not to hurt them.'
She bit her tongue because she did and didn't want to add that the bear was welcome to kill the other female in the group.
The bear let out a low, lazy growl and nodded. 'You are safe for tonight. Get some rest.'
He slowly got up.
'Wait!' Enya said. 'You didn't tell me your name.'
'Beorn.' The bear answered and turned his back to her.
Enya stared at him as he disappeared in the thick foliage. She sat in the meadow, too shocked to move. What just happened? She just had a conversation with a bear! And he sat down while doing so! Enya frowned. The experience was frightening and hilarious at the same time. She scrambled her mind together and got up. She felt somewhat unstable and had great difficulty standing on her feet. She stumbled into the courtyard again and leaned at the gate post. She was tired. She hoped she could reach the door without collapsing down. She wanted to take another step when suddenly the doors of the house flung open and Thorin ran towards her. Before she could protest, he picked her up and held her in his arms.
Why would he even bother to...?
Enya decided that she actually didn't care, so instead of asking him what he was doing, she took advantage of the situation and snuggled her head into his neck. She closed her eyes. He was out of her league, but still she would trade her soul to be in his arms forever.
Unfortunately, in a matter of moments, she found herself in the house, surrounded by muttering dwarves. Thorin gently lowered her to a soft bed made out of straw, but his face was unreadable. Enya wanted to talk to him, but her mind dozed off to a place where she could not reach him. Instead she dreamt of his sturdy arms that held her so tightly.
Enya did not know for how long she slept, but when she opened her eyes Ori and Bilbo were by her side. Thorin sat further away and seemed to have a serious conversation with Dolvira. Dolvira watched Enya with narrowed eyes. Enya rolled hers and clenched her teeth. She would love to show that wench what fire witches were made of.
'She is alive!' Ori beamed.
Enya smiled a little. 'Of course I am.'
'Welcome back, miss Enya' Bilbo whispered.
'How are you feeling?' Gandalf asked as he towered over her.
'I am fine.' Enya said as she hid a big yawn. 'I am sorry I dozed off, but I felt so drained!'
'Reasoning with a skin changer while they are in their animal form asks a great deal of anyone's energy.' Gandalf mused. 'Most people don't live to tell the tale. I was afraid he would kill you.'
'We all were.' Bilbo whispered. 'You saved us and we were unable to help you.'
Enya smiled and held the hobbit's hand.
'It is alright, Bilbo. It was my choice, my risk. I figured I alone stood a better chance against a huge bear than you, Ori and our lovable newest family member.'
She glanced over at the spot where Thorin and Dolvira sat. Thorin looked back and his eyes betrayed how he felt about her little rescue mission. He was furious she put her life on the line. For others. The third time in two days. Enya bit her lip. She surely would hear about it soon enough.
'What did you talk about?' Gandalf asked and distracted her from Thorin's gaze.
'He asked my name. And who I traveled with. He told me he was not overly fond of dwarves, but I begged him not to hurt any of you. He then told me we would be safe for the night.' Enya answered.
'Good' the wizard said. 'That is very good. Then we should rest.'
He walked away from her and Bilbo was the last one sitting at her side. Enya looked at the spot where Thorin should be, but he was gone. Dolvira was still there though.
'They had to hold him down, you know.' The hobbit whispered.
'Wait, what?' Enya asked. 'Who?'
Bilbo smiled. 'Thorin. After Ori and I snatched Dolvira from the garden and came in, we had to close the door. It took five of us to keep him inside. He wanted to go outside, to you.'
Enya suddenly forgot the ability to speak and stared at the hobbit. Would Thorin really display any affection to her (was it still even there?) that openly?
'He didn't tell us anything, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He really thought you would die.'
Enya sat up straight and frowned.
Bilbo chuckled. 'You should have seen his face when Dolvira told him that it was your own stupid recklessness that lead you into this situation and that we had to wait a while before we should get your dead body out of there.'
'Yeah, that sounds exactly like our lovely Dolly. She told me that I should let the real warriors handle the situation.'
'She doesn't like you, you know.' Bilbo said quietly. 'I think she sees that Thorin is in love with you.
'No, he is not. She is his love, he still loves her.' She whispered. 'Besides, he hates me. He is always angry at me when I'm around. Even if I'm just... breathing.'
'Because he hates the fact that you have an huge effect on him.' Bilbo mused. 'He doesn't like these feelings he has for you one bit. He is afraid to get hurt.'
'How do you know these-' Enya started.
Bilbo smiled. 'I do observe all of you. And correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem quite in love with him as well.'
Enya blushed. 'I might be. But it is a hopeless case. Thorin and Dolvira belong together. And I'm just...' she trailed off.
Bilbo shook his head and got up on his feet. 'I believe Dolvira did something to Thorin he will never be able to forgive her.'
'Why?' Enya asked.
'Just a hunch.' Bilbo answered and smiled.
Enya bit her lip and watched Bilbo as he joined the company again. She stared at the roof and pondered about all the information given to her.
Enya sat alone in the courtyard. Everyone preferred staying inside. They all feared Beorn would return. Enya knew she was safe from the skin changer and had chosen a quiet spot to sit in. She needed to think. She had been able to use the powers of the wind today, and it had felt different than her fire and ice. Enya concentrated, but nothing happened. She sighed. Well maybe she could try later, when she wasn't as tired.
'What is wrong with you, pretty face?' Dolvira appeared from the house and walked up to her. 'You let the bear go. You didn't even kill it. What kind of a weak witch are you?'
Enya tried to steady her breathing. She didn't want to end up in a vicious catfight again, but Dolvira gave her a hard time. She wanted to smack that face so badly.
'Oh I would love to explain my motivations, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't understand.' Enya answered and put on her overly sweet tone she reserved for people that annoyed her. 'So don't waste your time on me, love.'
'I demand an answer.' Dolvira bellowed.
'Demand all you want, miss Dolly the commander.' Enya grumbled. 'I am not one of your soldiers and I owe you nothing.'
She stood up and faced Dolvira. She took a deep breath and told her calmly:
'In fact, I saved your life. Twice. So I don't think it is righteous you decide to boss me around with that attitude of yours.'
'In both situations I didn't need you saving me.' Dolvira hissed. 'I outlived far more precarious situations than you.'
'How are you so sure about that? You don't know anything about me.'
In her head, Enya counted til ten. When she reached that number, she concluded she better count till thousand. It took everything of her not to scream.
Dolvira curved her mouth into a devious smile. 'Because I am much more mature than you. I've seen war, battles. I lost people I cared about. You on the other hand are a little brainless whore with no backbone. I wouldn't have hesitated and killed that cursed creature in an instant.'
'CURSED CREATURE?'
Dolvira could insult Enya all she wanted, she would cope with that. But not if she dragged others in the fight who weren't even there to defend themselves. She cursed herself for being so head-strong and passionate about her morals, but she could not help herself. Dolvira was crossing a line when she decided to insult their host, and she was not letting that pass easily.
'YOU THINK EVERYTHING YOU DON'T KNOW IS CURSED, DON'T YOU?' She snapped. 'YOU ARE SO NARROW-MINDED, LADY COMMANDER!'
'ME?' Dolvira screamed. 'YOU ARE-'
Enya walked away and held her hands against her ears when Dolvira decided to follow her. She didn't want to know what the vile woman said. Enya folded her arms, ignored all the insults and abusive words and waited. When Dolvira finally took a deep breath, Enya got her chance.
'You done?' Enya scorched. 'As much as I want to curse you with the most vile things on this earth, I won't.'
She took a second before she started.
'Firstly I think you are wrong to insult our host and call him a cursed creature. He is a brave soul and is kind enough to offer us shelter. Secondly you are deadly wrong about me too. I fought my own battles, although they may not always have been of such a physical nature as yours.'
Dolvira watched her and pure hatred was displayed on her face.
'Thirdly, you think you are brave, courageous even, because you want to kill everything that differs from your points of view. Let me tell you that true courage lies in the fact that you know when to spare a life, rather than to take one.'
Enya controlled her breathing and knew grandma Gigi would be so proud of her.
'You think you know true courage?' Dolvira hissed. 'You think you know our world, our customs, our laws?''
'I might not be totally familiar with the ancient laws of my people, but I'm learning.' Enya admitted.
Dolvira smiled. 'You burst into our world and think you can win all of us over with a smile from that pretty face of yours, but let me tell you this. You'll never fit in. You are a filthy half blood and you know it. You'll never be good enough for Thorin.'
Dolvira knew she hit her mark and laughed.
'You know I'm right. Stop dreaming about being his queen, pretty face. I am the one. I am his love and I always have been, long before you even were born.'
Enya sighed and watched her hands as they were shaking. She had to control her emotions or she would set the whole property ablaze. She could not allow that damned woman to open old wounds. To prey on her insecurities like she was a fucking deer that needed to be brought down. She had to resist the urge to give in to her anger.
But Dolvira wasn't about to give her a rest. She had to put salt in the wounds.
'You won't be able to satisfy him like I can. Only real dwarf women possess these abilities. Let's face it, you're not desirable. Thorin must think you are nothing more than a spoiled child without manners.'
Dolvira laughed again.
'And without a proper figure.' she added.
'You are the last person who is entitled to tell me who I am or what my dreams are made of.' Enya said and walked away from the fiery redhead.
'DO NOT DARE TO TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!' Dolvira screamed.
'I just did.' Enya whispered to herself and went for the gate when…
With a loud crack, one of Dolvira's knives entered the wooden door post. It was inches away from Enya's face. She closed her eyes and told herself that she couldn't lose it.
She had to…
No.
This was it.
Enya pulled the knife out of the door frame with ease before she faced Dolvira.
Enough was enough. Enya knew Dolvira wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted. If a catfight really was what she aimed for, she could get it.
'Let's take it outside, sis.' she hissed. 'If you really want to bleed, I'll gladly assist you.'
'I thought you would never have the nerve to ask.' Dolvira smirked. 'I would love to damage that face of yours.'
Both girls left the garden and entered the open field. They paced around each other.
'No cheating.' Dolvira said with a low voice. 'No fire.'
Enya smiled and grabbed her sai. 'No backstabbing, Dolly.'
Dolvira said nothing and eyed her.
Enya took a deep breath and tried to remember every detail Dwalin ever told her. Don't be predictable. Try to detect any weakness you might use. If you got time, let them attack you. They will be an easy target if they lunge at you, instead of the other way around.
'I am going to hurt you' Dolvira promised.
Enya pressed her lips together. 'I wouldn't count on it, Dolly.'
'STOP CALLING ME DOLLY!' The redhead screamed and she lunged at Enya.
With a quick stroke from her sai Enya successfully blocked the attack.
'Is that all you've got?' she purred.
Dolvira kept charging her and Enya jumped around the fierce warrior woman, either blocking or dodging her moves.
Dolvira panted. 'Is that your tactic, lass? You just keep defending yourself?'
The redhead took a few paces backwards and laughed. 'Thorin doesn't like women like you, who cannot fend for themselves. You are weak.'
Enya swung her sai in the air.
'He doesn't like girls who are all skin and bones, like you.' Dolvira bickered. 'When will the reality finally hit you?'
Enya was blinded by rage and she flew at the redhead, her sai ready to slice the woman open. Their weapons clashed with the brutal sound of metal against metal. Enya was pleased to discover that Dolvira was equally strong as Dwalin.
Dolvira glanced at the property and sniggered. 'Looks like we got ourselves an audience. Does that makes you nervous, pretty face?'
Enya shook her head as she paced around Dolvira. 'Not really.'
She didn't shift her attention. If she would see an angry look on Thorins' face… Well, any expression should be enough to lose her focus.
So instead of eyeing a breathtaking dwarf prince, Enya turned to his beloved counterpart and attacked her again. She would show that damned woman what real witches were made of.
Enya didn't know how long they were battling each other, but somehow she managed to lose both her sai. She stood in front of Dolvira, weaponless. There was no way she would pick them up again. She had her dignity.
'What are you going to do now?' Dolvira smirked.
Enya took a step back.
'Giving up yet?' the redhead said.
Enya stretched the muscles in her arms.
'You wish, Dolly.'
'Surrender. It is over. You've been stupid to lose track of your footwork.' Dolvira licked her lips in anticipation.
'You know…' Enya began as she bumped her fists. 'My ex-boyfriend was a prick. But at least he taught me how to fight with bear hands. And he dragged me to some of his martial arts classes, as they call it in my world.'
'Your hands or those martial arts are no match for the mightiness of my sword.' Dolvira bragged.
Enya showed her teeth. 'Try.'
Dolvira launched her sword at Enya, but the latter one dove to the ground just outside its reach. With a quick kick from her feet Dolvira landed with a painful smack on the ground. Enya stood up and with a jerk from her arm she threw the sword in a tree before Dolvira could reach it.
She giggled when Dolvira's expression turned livid at the sight of her favorite weapon being stuck in a tree. Enya held up her hand and made sure it was also unreachable. A giant block of ice would surely prevent Dolvira from picking the weapon up again.
'What did you do?' the warrior woman screamed. 'I said no FIRE!'
'This is no fire, Doll. This is ice.' Enya said. 'I hope your sword can handle a little coldness…'
Enya paced around her. 'It's a shame you forgot to watch your feet.'
'I can always also strangle you to death.' Dolvira grunted.
Enya laughed. 'You can try, but I doubt you will succeed.'
She gave Dolvira some time to get up and stretched the muscles in her body while she waited. The redhead seemed pissed off. All she had to do was react do whatever Dolvira was going to do.
With a loud cry, Dolvira went for Enya and tried to push her over. But Enya was prepared for that. She held her ground.
'Roundhouse kick!' Her mind screamed. 'Do the roundhouse kick!'
She managed to take the redhead down with a kick from her leg. Although her martial arts teacher probably would have told her she had to work on the movement of her hips, Enya was pleased with the result. Dolvira was on the ground again.
Enya was surprised when Dolvira suddenly grabbed her by her legs and took her down as well. She groaned in pain as she landed on the grass.
'How about that?' the warrior woman hissed.
'Nice move.' Enya admitted.
For a moment she thought it would be nice if Dolvira and herself could get along. She did miss girl talk. She could show the poor redhead how to do her brows and open up her face with a few neat tricks. Dolvira could teach her more about dwarf courtship and lovemaking. Her wish was quickly shattered when Dolvira grabbed her knife and pressed Enya on the ground.
Damn, the bitch was heavy.
'I will destroy your pretty face, as if it's the last thing I'll ever do.' The redhead stated.
The knife came dangerously close to her cheek and Enya struggled with her both hands to not let it touch her skin.
'After I'm done with you, Thorin won't find you as attractive as before.' Dolvira confessed. 'Then he will stop drooling over you like an immature boy!'
'He does that?' Enya whispered.
The confession made her giggle uncontrollably.
'Did he tell you that?'
'Bloody fool. Of course not!' Dolvira snapped and pushed harder to reach Enya's face with her blade.
'But don't you worry, pretty face' the warrior woman added. 'It ain't love he got for you. It's just lust.'
Enya raised one eyebrow. Did that bitch really have to spoil every moment? She concentrated. If she was fast, she could punch Dolvira in her face and knock her over. With all her strength she pushed the knife aside. Enya groaned as the end of the knife scraped alongside her skin and made a little wound on her jaw. Clearly she miscalculated the length of the blade. Enya ignored the pain and landed her fist on the warrior woman's face. With a straight fling from her waist she threw Dolvira off her body. Taken off guard by the sudden movement, the redhead rolled over a few times.
Enya sighed and got up. This was getting nowhere. She was tired and had enough of this bickering and fighting.
She eyed Dolvira. She had to do one more thing. With a loud yell she threw herself on the warrior woman and pinned her down on the ground. Her hands locked down the woman's wrists and with her lower body she pressed Dolvira's legs to the ground. The redhead struggled for freedom, but Enya held on tight.
'You know, Dolly.' She said. 'It's been a pleasure, but this fight is over.'
She quickly let go and got on her feet. As Enya walked away, she heard the warrior woman shuffling to get on her feet. Enya rolled her eyes.
3…2…1…
She turned and instinctively she made a wall made of ice between them. Dolvira groaned as she hit the wall and fell over again.
'I told you I was done!' Enya hissed.
'I will kill you!' Dolvira screamed.
'No, you won't.' Enya said. 'I played fair this time. Next time you sneak up on me, I will use my fire. And it will scorch you.'
Enya turned again and walked up to the courtyard. Thirteen dwarves, one hobbit and a wizard were in the doorway and stared at her in admiration. Enya tilted her head and glanced over at the place where Thorin stood. He said nothing, but his gaze burnt through her soul. His expression was...
Wait, was he mad at her again?
Enya blushed. No matter what she did, he always seemed to find a reason to be angry at her.
Dwalin was the first one of the group to move as she came closer and he gave her a big manly dwarf hug.
'I am relieved to see my lessons weren't a waste of time.' He said and Enya could see in his eyes how proud he was. 'You fought very well, lass.'
'Next time don't lose your weapons.' Kíli teased.
'Make sure you got extra knives hidden in your clothes!' Fíli added.
'And don't get hurt, so I won't have to fix you up.' Oín grumbled, but the little curving of his mouth told her he too was proud.
Enya laughed. 'I will make sure to remember all this things when I face off someone else next time.'
'Don't get overexcited, lassie.' Gloín said.
The dwarves took her inside and Enya complained as Oín cleaned her wound and Bofur tried to distract her from the pain with some dirty jokes.
After her ordeal Gandalf talked to Enya about how brave she had been, but that she really needed to control her feelings in order to retain stable. Bilbo was observing them like he always did. He sat somewhat further away and surprised the group with funny comments and witty remarks. The only dwarf missing, was a certain hot prince. Enya suspected he and Dolvira were together. Somewhere outside. She tried not to think about it too much, but it lingered in the back of her mind. What would they discuss?
'Good evening, miss.'
Enya was startled by the sudden presence of a certain dwarf prince and almost jumped on her feet.
Almost.
She had been sitting just outside the safe courtyard and rummaged about the events that had passed today. A jug of beer laid next to her.
'Hey.' she said and stared at her hands. She was not in the mood for a conversation with Thorin. The euphoria of more or less winning the battle against Dolvira had faded and left her tired, confused and sad. Although she kicked the redhead's ass, she felt like she lost something far more important. Dolvira had been able to mess with her head, and that fact terrified her. Enya kept rummaging about the stuff lady commander told her today. Did Thorin really think she was nothing more than a spoiled child? Did he really dislike her figure (or, as Dolvira put it, the lack of a figure) that much? And if he even did like her, was is all just lust? Enya groaned. She just wanted to disappear for a few days. Get lost in the wild. Feel depressed and insecure. Cry her eyes out.
'How do you know that bear won't creep on you and rip your head off?' Thorin asked and with his eyes he scouted the forest. 'It is risky to be out here, miss.'
Enya shrugged. 'Maybe I like living on the edge. Besides, it wouldn't matter if I died.'
Thorin frowned and sat down.
'Something is bothering you. Tell me.'
But Enya was in no mood to share.
'Oh.' She sighed. 'Nothing. I sometimes want to hear my own thoughts instead of thirteen or even fourteen snoring dwarves.'
Thorin chuckled. 'You should be happy there's only thirteen of us. Imagine a whole army of soldiers.'
Enya giggled. 'Thirteen is enough, thank you very much. I don't think I would survive more than one Bombur.'
They both were silent for a few minutes and Enya watched the stars. She felt Thorins' gaze lingering on her skin and it made her yearn for his touch. Oh sweet lord, could he possibly make this any harder? Why did he seek out her company tonight?
'What is on your mind, miss?' He asked.
'I am thinking about leaving.' Enya admitted and she refused to look into his eyes.
She meant it. All this drama was distracting the company from their true purpose. Of course she could ask Thorin to dismiss Dolvira, but Enya felt that the redhead would be more suitable for the burglar job. Moreover, Dolvira was familiar with Erebor and its grounds.
'You cannot leave.' Thorin said and his voice was lower than normal. 'You are bound by a contract.'
'Oh, and does that contract states that I am bound to the company of Thorin Oakenshield for the rest of my life, until I die?' She asked and her voice sounded more mean than she intended.
'Could be, but you wouldn't know because you didn't read it properly before signing it.' Thorin snapped.
Enya turned to him. 'Fine. Burn me, I don't care. Is this the part where you are going to lecture me about my so-called misdeeds of the few past days?'
'I planned that part, yes.' He admitted. 'You always put yourself in danger and I cannot allow that. You seem to have a tendency to end up in situations that are far too dangerous for you to handle.'
'Because of that tendency you speak of, I saved three lives today. And, YOUR ROYAL ASS, twice.' She said.
'You were reckless. I didn't ask you to do these things!' He shot back. 'And to make matters worse you even dared to ignore my orders today.'
Oh, the order to come back and stay away from a certain huge bear...
'What about it?' She asked. 'What does that matter?'
'I need SANE and RESPONSIBLE men in my company! WHO DO FOLLOW MY LEAD WHEN I SAY SO!' Thorin shouted. 'YOU NEED TO BEHAVE!'
'I need to BEHAVE?' Enya hissed. 'What about your girlfriend? She is the one who won't STOP BOTHERING ME!'
'Don't even let me start about that, miss.' Thorin bit back. 'You two are constantly quarrelling and I'm getting sick of that. You should know better.'
'I SHOULD KNOW BETTER?'
'Yes.' Thorin said and he squared his jaw. 'We need to be sure that you won't do anything STUPID again. Like facing Dolvira today, what were you thinking?'
'She crossed a line.' Enya growled.
'Even if she crossed a hundred lines, it should NOT HAVE MATTERED.' Thorin bickered. 'You shouldn't allow her to mess with your mind like that.'
'SO YOU BLAME ME FOR THE FACT THAT SHE IS MESSING WITH MY MIND?' Enya yelled.
'YES! BECAUSE YOU DECIDED TO REACT IRRESPONSIBLE!' He screamed back. 'YOU HAVE NO SELF-CONTROL. I NEED YOU TO BEHAVE.'
'WHY AM I THE ONE WHO ALWAYS SUFFERING FROM YOUR WRATH?' Enya snapped.
'Because. You. Do. Everything. Wrong.' Thorin hissed and Enya heard he had great difficulty to keep his voice even.
'That's it.' Enya said and she stood up. 'Congratulations sir Oakenshield, I'm done. I'm outta here.'
She grabbed her traveling bag and paced away, ready to trail off in the woods and never encounter that frustrating dwarf leader again.
She could not handle it.
Not now.
'Don't you dare defy my orders.'
The growl that made her stop was low and very sexy. Primal. He was right behind her. She could feel her body aching with desire.
'I told you to stay.' He groaned.
Enya turned and her anger made her feel braver than she normally would be. The way he eyed her made her almost explode. Hallelujah, this was Thorin Oakenshields' panties shredding look in full glory. She received hundred percent of its full potential. There was no escaping this. Enya bit her lip furiously. She had to be very brave now. He didn't want her to defy him? Well, that was exactly what she was going to do then.
'Or what?' she tilted her head. 'What are you going to do?'
Thorin squared his jaw. 'Then I have to show you who is in charge.'
'Do you think I'm afraid of you?' she said.
'You should be.' Thorin answered and narrowed his eyes. 'You have no idea what I can do to you.'
Enya took her time to answer and slowly bit her lip. Her abdomen immediately tightened when she detected his eyes were darkened with lust. If he stared at her like that for just a few minutes, she would come undone right before him.
'Try me.' She whispered.
'Gladly.'
He walked up to her. With his strong muscles Thorin pushed her against one of the nearby trees. Enya exhaled slowly and waited. Why did he always push her against trees? She was not too sure what he was up to… but is wasn't anything decent. His hands were in her hair and his beautiful eyes were gazing in hers. He pressed his muscular body tightly to hers and she could not move. Enya felt his strained muscles and almost let out a loud moan when she felt his hard member pushing against her.
OH!
'YOU!' Thorin hissed. 'You are so complex, so different. Mesmerizing. So delicate. My men are enchanted by you. They adore you. You seduce me and annoy me with every breath you take. You dare to defy me and I don't like that.'
'You are a breathtaking sexy bastard and I hate you with the fire of a thousand suns!' Enya bickered.
His lips were on hers before she could declare how much she hated him even more. His tongue licked her bottom lip and he forced himself into her mouth. Enya's fury melted down into a hot mess as he deepened the kiss and their tongues were intertwined in a fight for dominance. His hands pulled her head closer and clawed in her hair.
Dear sweet god, yes!
Enya groaned as he suddenly let go and gasped when he proceeded by leaving his marks on her neck. He kissed, licked and bit every patch of skin he could reach. The intense passion made her body quiver with delight and she wanted him to fill her up with his hardness.
His hands pulled away parts of her shirt and… Enya put her nails in his back and moaned his name.
'Thorin! OH GOD!'
As if struck by lightning, he stopped.
'You are liking this far too much.' he groaned and a naughty smile was displayed on his lips.
Enya bit her lip. 'Oh Thorin, please.'
'No. You're under my command.' He let go of her and took a step back. 'And I can tell you that's all you're getting, miss.'
He turned and she watched him disappearing behind the foliage. That was the fucking THIRD TIME he left her standing against the tree, trembling, shaking as the adrenaline rushed through her blood. Enya sat down and tried to steady her breathing. Her body was furious he had turned her on and then refused to continue with what he had been doing. He shouldn't have stopped kissing his way down… Enya blushed and her abdomen twitched.
Oh… She wondered if he would allow this ever to happen again.
Maybe she should try to annoy him some more. Defying other commands…
Enya bit her lip. She knew one thing for certain. He had her chained.
She now definitely was not leaving…