It was safe to say she hated this new way of traveling. Enya groaned as she tried to lift her body from the floor. God, it hurt. She should remember next time that she had to land on her own damn feet. If there was a next time… she hoped not.

She inhaled slowly and opened her eyes. Well, luckily she landed on a soft carpet.

'Enya. Get up. There's not much time.'

The voice that spoke to her made her jump on her feet. She turned around.

'Grandma?' she cried out.

'Hi darling.' Gigi beamed. 'Come here. I need to hold you.'

Enya flew into her grandmother's arms.

'Am I dead?' she asked. 'Where am I? Gigi, please tell me what happened! I have to go to Laketown and they might be already gone… and…'

Gigi patted her granddaughter on her back. 'You're on your way, darling. Don't you worry. You're just making a short stop here.'

'What is this place?' Enya said as she let Gigi go.

'Another dimension.'

'What?' Enya demanded.

'It isn't important to know where you are.' Gigi replied in such a tone that Enya understood she shouldn't press the matter.

'Then why am I here?' Enya inquired.

Gigi smiled. 'You're always so eager to get to the bottom of everything, my little fire witch! You'll find out soon enough, when your grandfather arrives.'

'Grandfather?' Enya exclaimed. 'You mean, Emrak? As in, Emrak the powerful fire warlock grandpa?'

'Yes, that's the one.' Gigi responded. 'He's waiting, because I wanted a moment with you alone.'

Enya tilted her head. 'What did you want to talk with me about? Are you going to burn me at the stake for the fact I told Thorin to get back to his warrior woman?'

Gigi sighed. 'I can't blame you for thinking you did the right thing. Dolvira can be very convincing when she puts her mind to it.'

'You have no idea.' Enya groaned. 'But wait, how do you know that? Do you know her?'

'Not personally. But I know everything you know.' Gigi said. 'We're in your head, after all. You cannot hide a secret from me.'

Enya sighed. She could only hope that her grandmother didn't know what her dirty mind had been thinking of. The sexiness of Thorin's butt was unequalled. Besides, if she was going in that direction again anyway, it was not only his butt that was making her lick her lips…

'I must agree with you.' Gigi giggled. 'Thorin Oakenshield does have a fine butt.'

'WHAT?' Enya howled.

Gigi laughed.

'Sorry. Didn't want to make you feel awkward, sweetheart.'

'Yeah, you did.' Enya huffed. 'Please just act like this didn't happen and you don't know anything about the unchaste subjects that roam around in my brain.'

'I said no secrets, Enya.' Gigi teased.

Grandma Gigi touched the courting bead that still hung on the necklace around Enya's neck.

'It's breathtaking. Why isn't it in your hair?' she asked.

'I thought you knew everything I knew.' Enya smirked.

'I'm just being polite.' Gigi winked. 'But don't worry, your mother made sure Jason paid for what he did.'

'She did?'

Gigi nodded. 'Yes. He now has no memory of you.'

'Good. But grandma…' Enya stuttered. 'Will… will Thorin resent me for this? I know how much hair means to dwarves, to us… and I allowed Jason to touch it…'

'Of course not!' Gigi told her and hugged her again. 'Explain to him what happened. You were unconscious, how could you defend yourself? You didn't know what was happening.'

'But…' Enya objected. 'I should have known…'

Gigi shook her head. 'No, dear Enya. Thorin loves you, you are his one. He has waited decades for you. How can he blame you? How can he be mad at you?'

Enya smirked. 'You have no idea how many times I've been the victim of his fury.'

'You two quarrel a lot.' Gigi stated. 'But that's only because the both of you refuse to do what's necessary. Resolve that tension. It would make everyone's life easier.'

Enya knew exactly what she meant and she blushed.

'It's not for lack of trying.' She breathed.

Gigi grinned. 'Maybe. Maybe not. I'll let you be the judge of that, my dear.'

She let Enya go.

'I'm proud of you.' She said. 'You knew nothing about your ancestry, nothing about being a witch, and yet you were able to develop your powers. You're not afraid to be who you're meant to be. You learn so quickly…'

'But yet she doesn't know how to control water.' A gruffly voice added.

Both dwarf women turned around.

Enya blinked when she saw her grandfather for the first time. She was a copy of him. Although she was somewhat smaller than he was, she possessed the same blue eyes and the dark brown hair.

'Oh Emrak, she's trying!' Gigi stated.

Emrak smiled. 'I know she does.'

'I'm sorry I'm failing you, grandpa.' Enya whispered and she lowered her head.

'Oh no, child.' Emrak said and he gently raised her chin, so that she could meet him in the eye.

'You're an incredible fast learner, for someone who hasn't had the advantage of being trained by other warlocks.' He told her. 'But water seems to be a problem for you.'

'I'm really struggling.' Enya admitted. 'I tried to calm myself down, but all I get is those damned icicles.'

'That's because water is the opposite of the things you are: fire and ice.' Emrak answered.

'But why didn't I have any problem with controlling wind and earth?' Enya asked. 'They are quite the opposite as well.'

Her grandfather smiled.

'She really likes to know everything…' he said to Gigi.

'I know.' Gigi answered. 'She has that from you.'

'No, that would be you.' He replied.

Enya wandered around the room while her grandparents discussed who of them was the more curious one. She rolled her eyes. Emrak was everything she always expected him to be: more than capable of standing up to Gigi, but always respectful to her when he did.

'To control water, Enya- you must be in sync with yourself. Water is a very sensitive force. It can't obey you if you're unstable. It needs a strong, but yet gentle and loving leader.' Emrak suddenly continued, distracting her from her thoughts.

'But I am-' Enya began.

'Unstable.' Emrak interrupted. 'You're still insecure, but you have to let that go.'

'How do I do that…' Enya mused.

'Accept who you are. Every aspect of you. Every flaw, every strength. Learn to love the darkest parts of your soul.' Her grandfather replied matter-of-factly.

'Easier said than done.' Enya groaned.

'Love is the key.' Emrak said.

'Great.' Enya sighed. 'Yes, let's do that. Let's go back to the "Gandalf and the dragon clarity". That'll help me.'

Emrak smiled. 'Alright. I'll ask you this: what's your darkest secret, Enya? What's the thing you hate the most about yourself?'

The question caught her off guard and she hesitated.

'I don't know.'

'You do.' Emrak said. 'I know what it is. Please, tell me. We need to hear it.'

Enya sighed. 'If you two know exactly what it is, why do I have to tell?'

'You need to, for yourself.' Gigi whispered. 'You have to control the fundamental elements before you can take on the most powerful one.'

'Thunder. Lightning.' Enya breathed.

'If you try to wield it before you're ready, you'll die.' Emrak said. 'So please, let us help you. Tell us. Tell yourself. Only then you will be able to accept it.'

'Alright… It's just that… I… I hate it that I don't feel worthy enough to be loved.' Enya admitted slowly and she lowered her head. 'I hate the fact that I don't know who I am. I never felt whole and because I didn't know why, I pushed myself to be better. To be perfect. But I never succeeded, and that made me hate myself even more.'

'You're are Enya Blueheart. Princess of the fire beards. The most powerful fire witch that walked on middle earth. You're my granddaughter.' Emrak stated proudly.

'You'll be the Queen of Erebor. Wife of Thorin Oakenshield. Mother of the next fire witch and warlock generation.' Gigi added.

'Mother?' Enya gasped.

'Of course.' Gigi winked. 'You will be…'

She shook her head and laughed.

'No darling, I already said too much.'

Emrak touched Enya's cheek.

'Meditate, sweetheart.' He said. 'Meditate and your memories will come back. The dragon told you that you're already too powerful to be stopped by memory potions, and that's true. Such magic can't hold you back anymore. Please believe that. Believe, and your memories will be yours again.'

'Thorin needs you now more than ever, princess.' Her grandfather continued as he touched the locket on her neck. 'Erebor needs to stand a chance against the dragon sickness.'

'But how?' Enya asked.

'Love is the key.' He simply repeated. 'And you'll understand that, in time. You're smart. Trust your instincts. Let Thorin inside your heart and you'll have access to his.'

'But-' Enya complained. Again, there was so much information, so many questions she wanted to ask…

'You need to go now.' Gigi said. 'Remember we love you. And we're always there.'

'Come here.' Emrak whispered and he pulled both Enya and Gigi in a tight hug.

'I love you.' Enya whispered as she felt her body starting to fade. The firm grip of her grandfather's arms around her disappeared. Their faces became vague. Enya saw Gigi's mouth moving, like she wanted to tell her one last thing.

'We're so proud! Believe, Enya. Love.'

But Enya didn't hear these last words her grandma said to her. She was falling through darkness again.

'Are you alright, my lady?' A nasty soft voice asked.

Enya opened her eyes, and this time she was lying face down on a pier. Although her body hurt like hell again, she smiled and resisted the urge to kiss the wood. Wooden roads and water. It seemed like she finally arrived in Laketown.

'My lady?!' the nasty voice repeated.

'FUCK OFF!' Enya yelled and she jumped on her feet before the man that belonged to the voice could touch her.

'Ew. Who are you, if I may ask?' she demanded as she eyed the black-haired human with small brown eyes and black clothing. He looked like he was up to no good.

'I'm Alfrid.' he grinned. 'I'm the master's deputy.'

'Do you know where Thorin Oakenshield and his company are?' Enya asked. 'I need to go see them.'

'Those dwarves? Yeah I've seen them. They are currently staying in the master's house.' Alfrid replied. 'I can take you there, my lady.'

Enya tilted her head, weighing the risk. Sure, he didn't look strong enough to force her into a small alley and harass her, but she wasn't taking any chances.

'No, thanks.' Enya said. 'I'll be fine.'

'Laketown is a labyrinth…' Alfrid pressed. 'I don't think you'll be able to find it on your own.'

He wanted to grab her hand, but Enya already had expected that move and she took one step backwards before their hands touched.

'I said I'll be fine.' She repeated, now in a supercilious manner. 'I belong with Thorin Oakenshield and if he hears the master's deputy has been bothering me, who knows what he'll do… Or what your master will...'

'Of course, my lady.' Alfrid's mouth curved into a smile, but his eyes didn't cooperate.

'I will leave you alone. But if you need my help, I'll be right there.'

'Thank you.' Enya nodded and quickly turned away.

Right, the company was in Laketown, as she expected them to be. Now let's find them!

Though Alfrid had told her that the master's house wasn't easy to find, Enya reached it within minutes. Biggest house of the town? Check. Fancy stairs leading up to it? Check. She cried out when she saw Bilbo sitting on one of the steps.

Halfling? Check!

'BILBO!' she screamed.

'Miss Enya!' Bilbo cheered. 'You're back! I feared you would never return!'

Enya laughed as she pulled the halfling into a tight hug.

'How could I ever abandon my companions?' she said. 'And leave you to the mercy of a fire breathing dragon?'

'Well…' Bilbo replied. 'You've been through a lot of crap, so I wouldn't have blamed you if you chose not to come back.'

They let go of each other and ascended the stairs together.

'You have no idea. Being back in my own world was kind of crazy.' Enya told him. 'I prefer to be here.'

'How so?' Bilbo asked and he opened the door.

'I don't think you want to know…' Enya winked as they passed through it.

'MISS ENYA!' Kíli shouted. 'You're back!'

He wanted to get up to greet her, but his face flinched when he tried to move. Fíli softly urged him to sit down again.

'Kee?' Enya asked as she moved towards him.

'Enya, you're back!' Fíli smiled.

'Yes, I- HEY!' Enya squealed when the blonde prince lifted her from her feet and gave her a brotherly hug.

'Glad you're back.' He said and put her down.

'How's Kee doing?' she whispered, while eyeing the youngest prince with concern.

'Holding up. But he's in pain.' Fíli replied. 'The wound isn't healing the way it should, but he won't let anyone come near him.'

'Maybe I should-' Enya began.

Fíli held her back and shook his head. 'No. Leave him be. He doesn't want to talk about it.'

Enya nodded shortly and scanned the room for Thorin, but she couldn't find him. Neither did she see that creepy warrior woman.

'Where is our grumpy leader?' she asked.

'Upstairs, having a conversation with Dolvira.'

It was Dwalin who answered.

'Dwalin!' Enya grabbed the tough dwarf warrior and hugged him before he could protest.

'Leggo lass.' He huffed. 'Let. Me. Go.'

'Ooh, you like me anyway.' Enya cooed. 'Admit it, you've missed me!'

Dwalin smirked.

'Oh come on!' Enya tried.

'I missed you!' Bilbo told her.

Enya giggled. 'See?'

'What are you wearing, miss?' Balin said as he eyed her.

Enya followed his gaze.

'Skinny jeans.' She answered. 'They're supposed to look like this.'

Balin shook his head. 'It's… a bit…They are ripped… Thorin is going to be…'

He furrowed his brows.

Dwalin groaned.

'Enough with the niceties. You will go upstairs now.'

'Me? I go what?' Enya said.

'Upstairs. In the town masters bedroom. Now.' Dwalin growled. 'Thorin is talking to Dolvira, like you wanted. Now go get him, before he makes promises to that lady, because he thinks you want him to.'

'Bedroom? But…' Enya protested, suddenly feeling very nervous. She wanted to talk to Thorin, but she didn't want to walk into the awkward scene that undoubtedly was going on there…

'Shouldn't we… wait? I mean, they need time to sort things out and I don't want to…'

'Yes, you want to disturb them!' Balin pressed.

'The only ones that need time are you and uncle.' Fíli said, his grin telling her exactly what he was thinking about.

'Yeah!' Kíli added and a dirty smile appeared on his face.

'Now go settle things.' Dwalin ordered.

'But…'

'We don't want Dolvira as our queen!' Dori said.

'Do I really have to carry you over there?' Dwalin threatened.

Enya bit her lip. 'No, no. I'll be fine. I just…'

She groaned and tossed her backpack in Bilbo's hands.

'Anyone who touches my stuff…' she threatened while giving Nori a knowing look, 'Will be facing my wrath.'

She turned and ascended the stairs slowly, looking over her shoulder for support a few times. And no doubt to delay the moment that was coming. She caught Bilbo's gaze and he smiled encouragingly. His eyes told her to stay calm. Keep walking… Thorin may bark a lot, but he doesn't bite.

'Well, Bilbo doesn't know that Thorin does bite when the situation calls for it.' Her mind mused. 'You know? When he…'

Enya flinched. Her mind REALLY never knew when to shut up, making things always even more complicated and awkward. Even when it seemed impossible. She sighed, held on the necklace with her courting bead on it, and moved. Before the town masters bedroom (well, she assumed it was the bedroom, because it was the biggest door in the hallway anyway…) she paused. This was absolutely ridiculous. Did her dwarves really expect her to walk into god whatever what was going on behind that door? Bloody hell no!

'It's all worth it when we're able to see that majestic body of his.' Her mind said.

'What?' she hissed.

'Or his perfect butt. Gigi agrees. Do you know how hard it is to find a guy with a cute butt?'

Enya shook her head, but immediately held still when she heard Dolvira's voice behind the door.

'You're so wrong, Thorin.'

'I don't care what you think of the matter.' His low voice replied.

'She's a whore.' Dolvira hissed.

'Don't you dare to-'

Enya whimpered softly before she forced herself to knock. It took ages before she heard Thorin's husky voice replying.

'Come in.'

She opened the door just for a bit, just enough to make her presence known.

'Yeah. Uhm. Hi.' She said awkwardly while pausing in the doorway.

The situation in there seemed safe. Dolvira was standing next to the bed and Thorin was on the other side of the room, looking through the window. He quickly turned when he heard her voice.

'Enya.' Thorin breathed, his eyes lighting up. 'You came back.'

'Pretty face.' Dolvira said, visibly unhappy that Enya was in the same dimension again.

'Yeah, Dolly.'

Enya smiled as she felt her anger take over the feeling of discomfort. No one could call her a whore and get away with it.

'I'm terribly sorry I ruined your day Dolly, but this whore is back in town.'

She could hear Thorin heaving a deep sigh.

'Can't you two just…' he said.

'NO!' Both women yelled simultaneously.

'We were just discussing our relationship.' Dolvira remarked, ignoring Thorin's furious stare.

'Oh sure! I hope my presence won't restrain you! Please, do fill me in.' Enya purred and she walked into the room. 'What did I miss? More lies?'

'That's it.' Thorin growled. 'Stop it.'

'Stop what?' Enya asked.

'Yeah, what?' Dolvira added.

Thorin shook his head. 'You two really need to stop causing drama. I'm sick of it.'

'But we have just begun…' the warrior woman grinned. 'I vowed to destroy her happiness. And I shall.'

'If you two can't behave, I have to dismiss you from the quest.' Thorin said, his voice dangerously low.

Enya pressed her lips together. She knew him well enough to know they were treading on dangerous territory. She secretly watched Dolvira's face. The warrior woman should know this, right? She had to be aware of the fact they were almost crossing a line here. After all, Dolvira knew Thorin longer than anyone in the company. Well, except from Balin and Dwalin…

Enya raised her eyes. Thorin looked so, so furious. He had great difficulty reigning in his anger, squeezing his hands into fists. If Dolvira pushed him just a little more… she would have to face his wrath. Enya hoped the warrior woman wasn't as stupid as she looked.

'But we're nearly there.' Dolvira remarked. 'I don't see the point.'

Enya held back a smile when she saw Thorin clenching his jaw.

Jackpot!

There we go…

'HOW DO YOU DARE TO QUESTION MY AUTHORITY!' Thorin roared.

'I'm a commander of armies. I'm your one. You should respect me.' Dolvira simply said.

A commander of armies would have known not to cross a mad king. Certainly not one with a short temper like Thorin…

Wrong answer Dolly…

'You're not a commander anymore and you're DEFINITELY not my amrâlimê.' Thorin hissed. 'Now leave us.'

Dolvira scoffed. 'I'm not leaving you alone with that bitch. She's trying to take your honor.'

'NO! YOU DON'T GET TO SAY ANYTHING!' Thorin bellowed. 'YOU'RE DISMISSED! GET OUT!'

'YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!' Dolvira cried out.

'Oh, but I am.' Thorin said with a gruff voice. 'You're no longer part of the company.'

Dolvira blinked, startled by his sudden decision.

'Thorin, I'm your-'

'OUT.' Thorin exclaimed.

'You're about to send away the greatest asset you have. I'm the best warrior here.' Dolvira said. 'You do realize that?'

'I don't need you.' Thorin growled.

'I've helped you through this entire journey!' Dolvira yelled. 'And I didn't even ask for a part of the treasure!'

'Entire journey?' Thorin snorted. 'I believe it was Enya who has been with us from the start. You on the other hand joined us AFTER Enya saved you in goblin town.'

Enya flinched. In truth, she hadn't been there the first two weeks of the journey, but Dolvira couldn't know that. Enya took a little step back as she watched the two former lovers quarrel. She felt awkward.

'Really Thorin?' Dolvira said. 'I've been there from the start with you, even before miss pretty face was born! I always fought by your side, and now you're going to replace me for this cunning…. whore?'

'NOBODY CALLS MY QUEEN A WHORE!' Thorin roared.

'She is no queen.' Dolvira scoffed.

'She's mine, so she will be!' Thorin countered.

He took a step forward, so he could face the fierce redhead.

'You tried to kill and intimidate MY QUEEN.' He said angrily. 'If I were you, I would leave as fast as you can.'

'So now that's suddenly a problem?' Dolvira hissed as she took a step back. 'You have watched us fight and you did nothing, Thorin.'

'I don't have to answer to YOU.' He growled. 'Besides, I wouldn't have minded if Enya managed to kill you.'

'You don't mean that.' Dolvira howled in horror. 'Tell me you don't mean that!'

'But I do.' Thorin replied.

'But… She's… We're dwarves… we only can love once, and YOU LOVED ME.' Dolvira stammered.

'Guess I didn't love you after all.' Thorin smirked. 'Now. Out.'

Tears welled up in Dolvira's eyes and she looked Enya in the eye.

'You will pay for this.' She said slowly before she rushed out of the room.

Enya took a step forward, not sure what to do next. The tension in the room was unbearable and Thorin wouldn't be easy to reason with now, so… She probably should leave him alone and let him calm down first.

'YOU! STAY PUT!' Thorin ordered before she could take another step.

Enya raised a brow.

'I'm not a dog, you know.'

'I told you to stay by my side and you defied that order!' Thorin fumed, now directing his anger towards her.

'I'm not doing this.' Enya said, feeling quite calm again. Apparently the sight of Thorin sending Dolvira away had soothed her nerves. 'I've been through so much today, I don't need you yelling at me. I'll come back when you are calm again.'

She turned around and wanted to make her way downstairs, but she never made it. She gasped when Thorin grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall.

Enya bit her lip.

'You know what happens if you push me?' he asked, his blue eyes burning through hers.

Oh no, he still wasn't done with her and would not cool down before they talked. Enya winced. It seemed like she too was going to pay for the consequences of an angry Thorin…

'I don't think I want to know…' she whispered.

'I don't care if you do or not.' Thorin said.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' Enya screeched in surprise as Thorin threw her over his shoulder like she was an ordinary sack of potatoes.

'OAKENSHIELD, PUT ME DOWN!' She shouted as he carried her through the corridor.

'Scream all you want, miss Blueheart. Awake the whole town if you like. Attract the attention of the whole company. Do you really think it'll hold me back?'

No, she knew it wouldn't.

'So, we're back to the miss Blueheart and Miss Enya thing, huh?' She bickered, unable to help herself.

Thorin gave her a sharp smack to the ass that made her body beg for more. Yeah, it hurt, but she needed his hands on her body. Right now.

Thorin entered the now empty bedroom again and tossed her on the bed.

'Stay. Put.' He repeated, his gaze now burning with lust. He walked to the bedroom door, smashed it into its frame and with a violent force he threw a heavy chair against it.

But Enya wasn't having any of it. She stood up from the bed, ready to face his wrath.

'WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!' she screamed, now angry too. He could rage at her all he wanted, but to carry her around like some worthless cargo… Yes, that went too far.

Thorin didn't answer, but lifted her from her feet and tossed her on the bed once again. He kicked his boots off his feet before he followed and hoovered over her. His body threw off blazing heat like a forge.

'You never listen!' he growled. 'You leave me when I just told you how much I care… You defy me, frustrate me and I'VE HAD ENOUGH!'

'What about me?' Enya scoffed. 'You twist me around, wanting me, but not wanting me, LYING about your relationship with Dolvira! WHY WOULD YOU WANT ME? AM I JUST AN EASY FUCK?'

'I wouldn't call you EASY!' Thorin bit back. 'YOU ARE FAR FROM EASY! YOU…'

He stopped and touched the courting bead in her neck.

'Why is it…' he began.

'He took it from me.' Enya admitted. 'He tried to make me forget about you.'

Thorin clenched his jaw.

'You allowed him to do that?' he breathed. 'Did you allow him to touch you? To violate what's mine?'

'I would NEVER.' Enya hissed. 'I was unconscious.'

They both paused for a while, staring into each other's eyes. Oh, she missed those breathtaking blue eyes. His face, the gorgeous features. His beard. She could stare at him for hours… Enya blinked. She really had missed him so much...

His body was so close to hers it made her brain hazy. His lips brushed over hers, his breath tickling her face. Enya resisted the urge to lunge forward and kiss him passionately, because she knew he wanted to be in control.

'I should have killed him while I had the chance.' Thorin growled. 'Why. Did. You. Stop. Me?'

'He was dangerous.' Enya breathed.

'You have no idea how dangerous I can be.'

'I'm not afraid of you.' Enya proclaimed.

'You should be.' He smirked. 'You have no idea what you've unleashed.'

Enya bit her lip hard and Thorin groaned in response. His mouth crashed unto hers, his tongue demanding dominance and curling around hers. Enya let him take the lead and her fingers raked through his thick dark brown hair. Oh yes, she finally had him where she wanted him to be. She wanted to… She needed… His mouth….

As sudden as it had begun, Thorin broke the kiss. Enya let out a protesting moan and dug her nails into his tunic. Thorin immediately reacted by biting her collarbone.

'The things I'd like to do to you, you stubborn breathtaking woman...' he rasped against her skin. 'You drive me mad.'

Enya's brain stopped functioning and she swallowed hard.

Thorin's eyes met hers and the usual deep blue color seemed darker than ever before, shrouded with lust. He removed her sweater and grunted in appreciation when he saw the corset she wore underneath. He let his hands run over the swelling of her breasts and the satin material before giving a few quick tugs on the laces. It was enough to loosen it up and get rid of it. Enya kicked her boots from her feet and cursed herself in silence for wearing skinny jeans. Her butt was magnificent in it, but squeezing her behind in and out of it was a challenge…

'I don't know where you got those unusual pants…' Thorin murmured while he roughly stripped her jeans off her body. 'But I'm pretty mad about that too. Anyone can stare at your ass and that should be MY PRIVILEGE. MINE!'

Enya couldn't help herself and a giggle escaped her mouth.

'You think that's funny?' Thorin growled.

Enya gave him her innocent smile. 'No, my king.'

Thorin narrowed his eyes, but decided to let this one go. His hands ghosted over the insides of her thighs and he started stroking the soft material of her panties.

'Are you going to remove those undergarments or do I really need to rip them off?' he husked.

Enya licked her lips, distracted by his touch. 'You wouldn't da-'

The sound (and feeling!) of her beloved Victoria secret's panties being shredded into pieces, set her ablaze again.

'DAMN IT! THOSE WERE REALLY EXPENSIVE!' she shouted as she struggled to break free from his firm grip.

'Still trying to fight me?' he whispered in her ear. 'Think you can burn me with your fire?'

Enya gritted her teeth. 'I can try.'

'Good. I like it when you're all fired up. But I'm still going to make you mine.'

'What if I don't give you permission for that?' she challenged.

'Do you really want to play this game, miss Blueheart? You're already in a disadvantage… again.'

Enya opened her mouth to tell him she wasn't playing ANY of his games, but Thorin started kissing her neck and she quickly forgot that she had wanted to say something anyway. His beard rasped against her skin, making Enya wanting to cry out in pleasure. She didn't, because she didn't grant him such satisfaction. She had to admit that he possessed the ability to make her anger melt away in an instant, but that didn't mean she would forgive him that easily.

He just had torn her panties apart for god sake!

And it were her favorites.

'Arrogant ass!' she cried out. 'You ruined my panties!'

'You're no better, miss Enya.' He replied, his voice dangerously low again. 'You ruined my good mood.'

'Good mood?' Enya scoffed. 'Didn't know you were capable of ever being in a good mood!'

'Do you ever behave?' Thorin inquired while kissing his way down her neck.

'NO!' she bit back, cursing her body for responding to his actions the way she did.

'It's about time you learn.' Thorin said as he removed his tunic.

Good gods, could that breathtaking bastard EVER STOP OBSESSING… over…

She lost track of her own thoughts.

Wait. What?

Enya inhaled sharply and tried to contain herself as she took in the sight of his broad chest, each muscle hardened from the long laboring hours in the forges. Around his navel grew a thick line of dark brown hairs that disappeared under his trousers. He was absolutely gorgeous.

'Admiring the view again, miss voyeur with burglar ambitions?' Thorin rumbled.

Enya licked her lips. 'Yes, thank you. I must say it's even more impressive from up close.'

Thorin cocked a brow at her, the arrogance written all over his face. He pulled on the ties of his pants, sliding them swiftly down his legs.

Oh.

OH!

Enya bit her lip at the sight of him and she almost forgot how to breathe. Because… oh shit! Thorin Oakenshield in his full glory… was perfect. How could that dwarf be so majestically perfect?!

'That is the second time in my life I've seen you speechless.' Thorin said softly. 'It's a remarkable thing to witness.'

'Don't get used to it.' Enya purred.

She trailed her hands over his broad chest, her fingers outlining the hardened muscles. She slowly lowered her hand, teasingly stroking his stomach. Thorin growled and watched her intently as her fingers encircled his length and she started stroking him gently. She picked up the pace a little, just enough to make him lose it. Her lips brushed over his ears, going slowly down to kiss every patch of skin in his neck. Thorin moaned out loud and his body started to shiver. Enya pushed him over, causing him to gasp. She smiled and she straddled his lap.

'You're so intoxicating…' he murmured. 'Let me…'

'No.' Enya said firmly.

She grinded herself against his hard length, while bending forward to kiss him deeply. Her fingers went through his beard, enjoying the feeling of the coarse hair against her fingertips. Thorin's hands moved down between their bodies, parting her wet folds and finding…

Enya cried out as his finger slicked inside of her and started to rub that sweet spot that made her see stars.

'I was in control here!' she gasped, trying to escape from his grip.

Thorin chuckled as he went on with teasing her. 'Yes, for a moment you were.'

'Still am.' Enya breathed and she used all her strength to get his hands from her body. She pushed his hands on the mattress above his head, pinning him down.

'What now?' Thorin grinned as he eyed her lustfully.

'Behave.' Enya winked. 'Be quiet.'

She kissed her way down slowly, feeling his muscles jump and tense under her touch. She flicked her tongue over his nipple before continuing her way south in an antagonizing slow pace. Thorin groaned. Enya bit back a giggle and let her hands wander as her mouth focused on his abdomen. She knew exactly what he wanted, but she wasn't going to give him that.

Yet.

She kissed the hardened muscles, that jolted in reaction of her movements. Her fingers curled around his base and she started to stroke him along his length. She gazed up, meeting his eyes that were hazy with lust. Thorin inhaled sharply as Enya lowered her mouth and teasingly dragged her tongue over his length.

'Enya.' He protested.

'Yes?' she breathed as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

Thorin groaned out loud and his head fell back on the pillow.

Enya licked her lips and slowly took him into her mouth, sucking the head of him.

'Enya.' He repeated, his voice strained.

She raised her head to meet his gaze. Thorin was watching her intently, his gaze burning through her. Enya knew he had a hard time containing himself. His anger hadn't faded like hers, it was still lingering under the surface. She shouldn't push him, but it was way too much fun to resist it. His self-control would inevitably break at some point, so why not helping him just for a bit? She actually wanted him to lose it. To take her. Make her his. She had waited so long for this…

'Don't push me further.' He warned.

Enya tilted her head and smiled in the most innocent way she could think of.

Thorin's breath hitched and Enya bit on her lip.

'You're going to be the death of me…' he groaned.

'WHAT ARE YOU-' she huffed as he tipped her over with ease. 'If you think you can just-'

'That's exactly what I think.' he purred. 'I need to resolve this. Now.'

'Such a temper...' Enya giggled. 'Don't you think I deserve…'

He interrupted her before she even could finish her sentence.

'I know exactly what you deserve.'

His low and primal tone was setting her on fire and made her body shiver in anticipation.

'Please. Yes.' Enya pleaded, unable to contain herself any longer. 'Or I'll die in agony.'

Thorin pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and pressed her body down with his own at the same time.

'You're mine.' He grunted.

His eyes burned through her as his hands guided his thick long shaft towards her entrance. Enya shifted her hips a little, but she still wasn't really prepared for his size when he thrusted all of him into her.

Thorin clenched his jaw, eyes closed and expression taunted. Enya's body grasped around him, clutching greedily as it never wanted him to leave her again.

'So. Tight.' Thorin hissed before he pulled her into a demanding kiss again.

Enya moaned into his mouth when he started to picking up the pace, leaving her breathless.

'YOU. ARE. MINE.' He growled with each thrust.

The aggressive tone and deep strokes made Enya's toes curl.

'Don't deny me what's mine.' He hissed.

Enya wanted to answer she wouldn't, she would never deny him like this, but her brain was too hazy to find the words. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his entire length stroking inside of her. She dug her fingers in his back and tried not to whimper when she felt she was on the point of no return.

'Thorin!' she begged.

He kissed her roughly, pouring all passion and desire in it. Then he moved down to her neck again, his teeth scraping her sensitive skin.

Enya cried out as she couldn't hold back her bodies' pleads any more. Her pleasure cracked and send her over the edge, screaming Thorin's name in agony.

Thorin gasped as her thighs clenched around him, squeezing his hips. He let out a low groan and thrusted into her one last time.

'Enya!' he growled before his body shuddered and he released himself inside of her.

His hips slowed against her and he pressed his forehead onto hers.

'Mahal, Enya.' He whispered. 'You nearly killed me.'

Enya smiled and kissed him gently.

'I think you'll live, my king…'

'Barely, my queen….'

Enya found herself back in Thorin's sturdy arms.

'I'm sorry.' She whispered. 'I didn't mean to push you… I was just so…'

Thorin kissed her before she could say anything else.

'Please, don't ever leave me again.' He breathed against her lips.

'I won't.' Enya promised. 'I'm afraid you'll be stuck with me forever, Oakenshield.'

'Good, Blueheart.' He murmured, pulling her closer to him. 'Did I hurt you?'

'I would have told you if you did.' Enya answered.

Thorin chuckled. 'Yes, I believe you're capable of that.'

Enya started giggling when she realized something.

'Did you just say please?'

'Don't get used to it.' Thorin groaned and Enya laughed when she saw the corners of his mouth twitch a little.

'I missed you.' She admitted. 'I have missed you so much…'

'I know that feeling.' He said. 'When you left this world for yours, you took my heart with you.'

'I didn't want to go.' Enya stressed. 'I didn't want to leave you the way I did. But I felt… like I had no choice.'

'I know.' Thorin muttered.

Enya nuzzled her face in his neck, enjoying the feeling of his beard scraping against her skin.

'What was it like, being in your world again?' Thorin inquired softly.

Enya sighed. 'It sucked.'

Thorin chuckled. 'It sucked? Is that an expression from your world?'

Enya blushed. 'It means that it was terrible. I don't want to go there ever again.'

'So all the modern luxuries that you missed… the ones you complained about during our journey… Tell me, was being reunited with those things not as pleasing as you had expected?'

'I didn't complain that much!' Enya countered.

'Yes, you did.' Thorin rumbled.'

'No, it wasn't as satisfying as I expected it to be.' Enya muttered. 'Besides, I didn't have time to fully enjoy the benefits of my world.'

Before Thorin could respond, Enya rolled on top of him and quickly changed the subject.

'But let's not wander there. Let's discuss something far more important.'

Thorin heaved a sigh, immediately sensing where the subject was heading to.

'Thorin.' She pressed.

'We finally got some time alone, and you still feel the need to discuss a person we both dislike?' He remarked.

'Yes.' Enya responded. 'Because I need to know. And also…' She paused.

'Because I need to apologize. I should not have believed her, and I feel terrible for the fact that I did.'

Thorin smiled and stroked her cheek with his hand.

'I told you I loved you.' He said. 'Why would you doubt that?'

Enya winced, not wanting to tell him the truth, but she knew she had to. She had to be honest, opening up her heart to him.

'Because I'm… me. I don't… I…' she stuttered.

'I want you to be my queen. Why would you doubt me?'

'I don't doubt you.' Enya whispered. 'I doubt myself.'

'Why?'

Breathtaking blue eyes were gazing into hers, searching the answer.

Enya took a deep breath. 'For a long time, my memories have been erased and altered, because my mother believed by doing so, she was giving me my best shot.'

She told him everything she knew. About Gigi, arriving pregnant in this weird, foreign world. How her mother grew up in a quiet town in Finland, how she herself was the product of an attempt to keep the bloodline pure. The told him about the length her mother went to erase her memory. How it happened numerous times. The moving across countries, to stay hidden. Her real age.

'Your memories will come back to you, Enya.' He breathed. 'I'm sure they will.'

'I hope so.' Enya whispered. 'I sometimes have no idea who I am.'

'I do know.' Thorin told her as his lips caressed her neck.

Enya shifted herself a little and kissed him gently.

'I love you, âzyungel.' She whispered. 'Menu tessu.'

The smile she got in response was the most beautiful thing she'd ever experienced in her life. It captivated her, lifted her from her feet. His eyes lit up, telling her everything she wanted to know.

He loved her.

'I thought you didn't speak Khuzdul, my ghivashel…' he breathed and with ease he flipped her onto her back again.

'My mother taught me a few things while I was at home.' Enya confessed. 'But I'm still struggling.'

Thorin caressed her hair and smiled. 'I'll teach you, uzfakuh.'

'Sure you're up to that?' Enya teased. 'I hope you're able to handle my temper. I'm curious to see if I'm still your greatest joy after a day of trying to teach my stubborn ass some Khuzdul.'

Thorin sighed dramatically. 'Maybe it's best if I ask Balin then.'

Enya bit her lip, trying not to giggle out loud.

'I thought you liked a challenge.' She purred.

Thorin shook his head but couldn't help to smile.

'I do, but I'm afraid both of our stubborn asses would bring the mountain down around us...'

Enya laughed as Thorin bit on her collarbone.

'You have a serious lack of control.' Thorin breathed as his lips started to roam over her body.

'You're no better, Oakenshield.' Enya countered. 'Your behavior tonight showed me that.'

'What do you mean?' Thorin rumbled, still kissing his way down.

Enya wanted to reply, but cried out when he nipped her hipbone.

'Stop it!' she giggled. 'Or I'll want you again.'

'I don't see why that should be a problem…' he said, looking up at her. His eyes were darkened with lust again. This was going to be a long night…

Enya eventually lost count how many times they made love that night. They lived in their own never ending pleasant loophole; they talked, flirted and kissed, and their making out sessions always seemed to lead up to something more. Somewhere during the night Thorin had taken the courting bead from her necklace and secured it in her hair.

She was in Thorin's arms yet again when he finally decided to tell her the truth about what really happened.

'That night...' Thorin began. 'I don't know what Dolvira told you… But nothing happened.'

'She told me that you promised her a place by your side. As your queen. She insinuated that you made love to her.' Enya told him.

Thorin scoffed. 'She made that up. Dwalin was there the whole time, he can vouch for me.'

He took a deep breath before he continued.

'It happened long ago. We just settled in the Blue mountains. There was a feast that night and I ran into Dolvira. I hadn't seen her in years, so I asked her how she was faring.'

He frowned. 'She was drunk, and I had a few drinks myself. I can't deny I didn't flirt with her…'

'Nothing happened, eh?' Enya teased.

'Nothing of any importance.' Thorin corrected her and he kissed her cheek. 'I told her about my plans of reclaiming Erebor and I promised her she always would be a welcomed guest.'

Enya pressed her lips together.

'We spend the evening talking and flirted a bit more. Just before I left, she kissed me.' He said.

There it was. Enya held her breath, trying not to feel insecure about these revelations. It all happened a long time ago, and he sent Dolvira away tonight.

'I told her we closed that chapter long ago, but she didn't seem to believe me.' He mused. 'And it was true, there were still some unresolved issues between us.'

Enya stared at the ceiling, unsure if she should answer.

'I knew I never could forgive her for betraying me the way she did, even after hearing her true motivations.' Thorin sighed. 'There was still that part of me that cherished the memory of her.'

Enya swallowed. It took everything in her not to fret about his confessions (because, did he really still have thing for that bitch when they met?), but she managed to stay calm and even steadied her breathing. If she ever wanted to be a powerful fire witch, she really had to keep herself together. Besides, Thorin was honorable and sincere. He wouldn't betray her in any way Jason or Dolvira did after he chose to be with her. The thought calmed her down and she exhaled slowly.

'But then I met you.' Thorin smiled, unaware of her ponderings. 'And the intensity in which I love you, makes me wonder if I ever truly cared for Dolvira like I thought I did.'

He splayed his hands across her lower back and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

'Thorin.' Enya breathed. 'There might be a problem.'

'And that is?' he purred, his low voice seducing her body again.

'I need you again.' Enya admitted.

In the early morning they decided to head downstairs. It didn't took long before they got harassed by two mischievous princes. Enya tried not to look guilty, but she knew it was all written over her face. Everyone knew what they had been doing tonight... Thorin actually seemed quite unshaken about the whole situation. His arm was around her waist and he looked like he was damn proud everyone knew she was finally his.

'Can we call you auntie now?' Kíli grinned wickedly.

'Yeah, the old rules state that we're one big happy family now.' Fíli added cheerfully.

Enya groaned and turned to Thorin.

'I've made a mistake. I can't be aunt to these two monsters.'

Thorin couldn't help but to smile. 'Too late now, amrâlimê. You are.'

Just when Enya wanted to say something witty, her vision blurred. She blinked, trying to regain her sight, but a thick fog surrounded her. Enya inhaled slowly to clear her mind, but it refused to cooperate.

What was happening?

'Come back, tyllerö!'

A familiar voice of a woman called her. The clattering of horse hooves drummed in her ears. People around her were shouting, the accent sounding British, but it was not exactly the same as she was used to… Enya grimaced when a vile smelling odor reached her nostrils. Where the hell was she?

The fog suddenly cleared and Enya gasped when she saw herself. Little Enya was sitting on the ground in a small alley. She held a wooden toy and looked angry. Enya pressed her lips together and tried not to laugh. It appeared that even back then she had quite the temper.

'Tyllerö, please! Let's go. I need you inside.' Ailva appeared in one of the doorsteps of the small houses and picked little Enya up.

'It's dangerous outside, sweetheart.' She told the child. 'Come on.'

'Mum?' Enya whispered, but her mother didn't hear her. She was too busy fussing over her stubborn five year-old. Her clothing was… old fashioned, like…

Enya put her hand before her mouth in shock. Ailva's clothing wasn't old fashioned, it was the most trendy dress of the summer. The summer of 1933…

Enya blinked a few times when the memories of her first years started to come back to her. This was one of the first memories she had of her long life.

1933.

London.