'Da, she's not waking up!'

The sound of a honey-sweet voice in distress lured Enya from her slumber. Her body felt wrecked. She clenched her teeth when a burning sensation spread through her limbs, making her hiss softly. Good gods, what happened? She felt like she had a little (alright, a lot) too much to drink last night and then decided to run the marathon. Enya slowly opened her heavy eyelids, her senses still hazy from her recent unconscious state. Her surroundings seemed blurred and it took her vision a few seconds to adjust to the dimmed light.

There was a wooden ceiling above her, the thick beams hoovering over her body. The room was warm though and Enya heard fire crackling in the distance. She was wrapped in a woolen blanket.

What the actual fuck?

The last thing she remembered was practicing her water skills on the docks… What happened? It seemed like she built a new habit in which she accidently woke up in all kind of places; not being able to recall how she got there in the first place.

'She will wake up, sweetheart. Don't you worry…' The voice of a man hushed the little girl.

'What if it's the same as with mom?' she answered. 'What if she….'

There was a short silence between the two.

'Don't talk like that, Tilda. She'll come around eventually, I'm sure of it. All we have to do is get her warm. Can you get some extra blankets from upstairs for me?'

Enya groaned softly as she attempted to get herself to sit up straight. How many hours had passed? For how long had she been like this? There was no time… The others must have reached the lonely mountain by now. She had to join them. She had to…

'Hold it, my lady.'

Strong hands supported her sides and gently pushed her upright. Enya hissed again as a sharp pain shot through her spinal cord, a sign of her body to take it easy and let it be. She clenched her jaw, knowing she had to pull through. There was no time. She would kill for a heavy painkiller right now… Stupid damned middle earth!

'Easy now…' the man coaxed. 'You're lucky to be alive, my lady. You need some rest.'

'No time.' Enya replied and looked up to see to which kind villager she owed her life, and probably her dignity as well.

'Well hello there!' her mind squealed and Enya bit her lip.

If Thorin hadn't been her one, if Mahal hadn't designed them for each other… She would definitely not mind to hit that! This human male was very easy on the eye with raven black long locks and carefully trimmed facial hair. His hazelnut colored orbs were beautiful. The man himself was eyeing her in a friendly manner. He seemed intrigued by her appearance. Enya smiled faintly and sensed there probably was a lot of passion hidden below that kind surface. Yes, he was good-looking… But still… there was no way he could beat Thorin, nor could he best her king's panties shredding gaze.

'Jeez, how could we ever forget about that intense "sexual predator" stare our king can muster?' her mind mused. 'I mean, I know I lost my panties at some point… where are they anyway En?'

Well, since Thorin ripped them off her in the bedroom of the master of Laketown... Probably there. What if the master looked under his bed and found that shredded, lacy piece of underwear…

Oh god no.

She could only hope the master didn't know what panties were… Or never found the need to search under his bed. Or be sexually active for that matter, because who would…? A giggle got stuck in her throat and pressed her lips together. This was no moment to get all jolly, god damnit.

'Thank you.' Enya murmured softly to the man as she tried to regain her composure. 'I believe I owe you my life.'

The man shrugged. 'It was nothing my lady. Allow me to carry you closer towards the fire.'

'I'm fine, I can walk.' she muttered, scrambling herself together. The man inclined his head and took a step back. Enya took a deep breath and carefully lowered herself from the table.

'See? I'm-' she began, but then her surroundings became quite blurry again, making her grasp the table behind her.

'No, you're not fine. You're as white as a sheet!' He established. 'Please…'

Enya nodded shortly, not liking the fact that this stranger was right. There was no way she was gonna walk towards the fireplace without collapsing down on the floor. She needed a break to catch her breath again. The man lifted her up and took her in his arms.

'I found you on the docks. You were freezing cold and for a moment I thought you were dead.' The man told her as he lowered her into a chair next to the hearth. 'To be honest, I was a bit surprised to find a dwarrowdam like you. because I was under the impression all the dwarves of Erebor left this morning. Are you part of the company of Thorin Oakenshield?'

'Oh… Yes.. I-I was delayed.' Enya answered, a little distracted by the fact that stranger knew the name of her one. 'I meant to go after them as soon as possible, but something went very wrong.' She stared in the distance and her brows furrowed together as she tried to remember what happened to her.

'What's your name?' the man inclined as he studied her curiously.

'Enya Blueheart.' She said. 'Princess of the firebeard clan.'

'I am Bard. Or Bard the bowman, as they like to call me around here.'

'Bowman? Now that's an interesting name. What is your trade?'

'I'm a bargeman. I enable the trade between Laketown and the Woodland realm.'

'So where does the bow come in?'

Bard smiled faintly, not really looking forward to share his painful family history with a mere stranger. A dwarrowdam even. It puzzled him that this dam seemed genuinely interested. Every local was familiar with the story. Didn't she know…?

'The story is widely known around here, my lady.'

'I'm sorry.' Enya said. 'I didn't mean to insult you. I grew up in...' she paused, trying to figure out how much she wanted to share with this man. 'The land I grew up in differs from here. I didn't even know about my own heritage until I came to middle earth.'

'So you didn't know you were a princess?' Bard asked.

Enya laughed. 'Up until recently I believed I was a human. It was quite a shock when I learned that I am, in fact, a dwarf with royal background.'

'Nogrod…' Bard muttered as he vaguely remembered something about the firebeard clan and the awful way they met their demise. It was a gruesome tale in which the last fire warlock of the clan died fighting a foul creature that served Morgoth: a dragon.

'Miss Blueheart…' Bard began as he handed her a drink. 'May I ask how you ended up here?'

'Please, call me Enya.' Enya replied and took a sip from the ale he had given her. 'It's a long story, I wouldn't even know where to begin… Also…' she grinned. 'You successfully dodged my question about the bow, but that doesn't mean I forgot it. Why the bow?'

'Alright. If you tell me your story, I tell you mine.' The bargeman gave in.

'Deal, but you start.'

'My family consists of a lineage of bowmen, but the people, or rather the master and deputy in this town like to call me by this name to give offend. My grandfather was Girion, the lord of Dale. He is the human who failed to take down Smaug with the precious black arrows when that wretched evilness came to take the lonely mountain. The city of Dale was destroyed because of this failure.'

Enya sensed the deep resentment Bard had for his forefather, but she decided not to pursue the matter. Instead she gave him a bright smile. 'Mine died fighting a dragon too.'

'The warlock…?' Bard immediately asked. 'But your family was…'

'Yes. My grandfather was Emrak, the last fire warlock of the firebeard clan.' Enya said, choosing her words carefully. There was no need to tell him more than he needed to know right now. Black holes, another dimensions, witch powers, memories that had been wiped away… it would be too much for a man who basically lived in the middles ages. Even a kind one.

'My grandmother escaped from our city and got my mother elsewhere. I grew up thinking I was human.' She laughed when she saw a frown appearing on Bard's face. 'A very tiny human.' She added. 'I just thought that my family was… different.'

'So you never met a dwarf before?' Bard questioned, clearly puzzled by her story.

Well, shit. This one was clever, too.

'All inhabitants in my country are men.' Enya admitted. 'Except for me and my family, of course.'

'What is this country you speak of?' he asked.

'It's called America.' Enya replied matter-of-factly.

'A-me-ri-ca?' Bard repeated slowly. 'I've never heard of such a realm in middle earth.'

'And that's why my grandmother Gigi chose to live there.' Enya grinned. 'Very few know of its existence. It's quite a small country, and safe too.'

Lies, of course. Oh well, it wasn't like Bard knew she was telling lies. She just alternated… the truth.

'Whoooooop guuuurlll!' her mind cheered. 'We dodged that question with style!'

'When I found out about my ancestry, I went looking for my roots.' She continued. 'And I ended up in the company to reclaim their homeland.'

Bard nodded, seeming to find her story reasonable enough, at least for now. 'Yes, I heard about this quest. You support their mission?'

'I think they've got a noble cause.' Enya smiled. 'But something tells me you don't.'

'No, I don't.' Bard agreed. He tried to keep his facial expression clear, but there was a flicker of anger in his eyes. 'I seem to be the only one in this cursed town who thinks straight and thinks Thorin Oakenshield cannot enter the mountain. I tried to reason with the master but he wouldn't listen.' He ruffled his fingers through his hair, clearly upset by the subject. 'The master is only thinking about the wealth that lies beneath those rocks, but he won't consider the safety of his people. The dwarves will awake the dragon, I'm certain of that… and then what, Enya Blueheart? No one will be able to stop that evil thing. You and your company will die trying, leaving Laketown vulnerable to bear the consequences of their greed.'

'This is not about greed!' Enya countered fiercely. 'Erebor is their home, it's the place where they belong! They just want to live in peace, don't be-'

'As do we.' Bard interrupted her. 'Everyone in this town has lost someone that day in Dale. We don't want any more trouble.'

Her blood started to boil as she heard this complete stranger judge the dwarves she had grown to love. He was harsh. He didn't know how much they suffered, how much they were longing for their home…

'But he lost things too.' Her mind mused. 'I bet he dreads the fact that our little journey towards Erebor will more or less force him to take his grandfather's place. He's just terrified. Cut him some slack.'

'I understand you, I really do.' Enya said, exhaling slowly to keep herself from yelling. She was in his home, after all. She'd better suck it up. 'But don't be harsh, you shouldn't underestimate the dwarven race. We found a way to kill Smaug without him leaving Erebor.'

Bard shook his head. 'I doubt that. Smaug is said to be huge and terrifying. And you're telling me there is a way, INSIDE the mountain, to deal with such a great fire-drake?'

Enya tilted her head and her lips curved into a smile. 'I'm certain of it. And I promise you I will do my best to make sure Smaug doesn't leave Erebor, unless chopped up in pieces.'

There was a short silence between them, as they both pondered about the discussion that just had taken place.

'What kind of weapon other than a black arrow can pierce a dragon's hide?' Bard mused while drinking his ale. 'Do tell me: what does Thorin Oakenshield possess that is THAT powerful?'

Enya smirked. 'I can't tell you. It's confidential.'

'Oh come on!' Bard laughed. 'It's not like I'm going to tell Smaug about it.'

She pursed her lips. 'Nope. I'm not spilling the secrets here.'

Bard shrugged and held up his cup of ale. 'Alright, if you won't tell this poor man how you plan to kill that fire-drake, let's make a toast instead. To our grandfathers. Our ancestry.'

'To success.' Enya approved and the cups clanked as they clashed against each other.

'Thank you for saving my life, Bard.' Enya repeated. 'I don't know how I can ever repay you for that.'

'You don't-'

'Da, is she a REAL dwarf?'

Both Bard and Enya almost jumped from their seats as a little girl appeared next to her, viewing her meticulously. She had the same brown eyes as her father, but her hair was much lighter; a more dark blonde color. She wore a blue dress and held a few heavy blankets in her arms. A teddy bear peeked from under the folds. She couldn't be older than ten and Enya found her adorable. Bard wasn't as taken with his daughter as Enya was, and he heaved a sigh.

'That's impolite, Tilda. You cannot ask that.'

'It's okay.' Enya reassured him.

Bard smiled apologetically. 'This is my youngest daughter, Tilda. Tilda, this is Enya Blueheart, princess of the firebeards. She belongs to the company of Thorin Oakenshield.'

'But.. where is your beard? And why isn't it fiery?' Tilda inquired. 'Da always says that ALL dwarves have beards!'

A giggle escaped Enya's mouth when she saw Bard's humiliated face. 'I know. But thank god, beards don't run in my family.'

'Why not?'

'That is a very good question.' Enya replied as she stood up, ignoring the pain in her back. 'I will ask my fellow dwarves when I see them again.'

'I really think you should rest, because-' Bard began, but he was interrupted by his daughter.

'Where are you going?' she asked as she stared up at Enya. 'You just arrived here! I brought you blankets! Can you please stay and tell me more about your family?'

Enya shook her head. 'I'm sorry Tilda, but I really have to get going. I've got things to do.'

But Tilda wasn't having any of it and folded her arms, a haughty demanding expression displayed on her face.

'Will you get back?'

'I might.' Enya answered. 'I can't promise you anything.'

'But I never talked to a princess before!' Tilda sulked.

'Well, you talked to her just now.' Bard told his daughter while sending her a warning glare. 'Miss Blueheart has to be somewhere else, she doesn't have time to chat with you.'

'I'm sorry, da.' Tilda murmured.

Enya tilted her head. 'You know what, Tilda? When Erebor will be restored to its' former glory, you are a welcomed guest and then I'll show you all of my dresses.'

The child beamed. 'Really?'

'Yes.'

'Alright, then that's settled.' Bard said and turned to Tilda. 'Will you put the blankets upstairs again?'

As the child ran upstairs the bowman eyed Enya curiously.

'Do you even own a dress?' he asked.

'No.' Enya granted. 'But I have no doubt I will, in the future.'

'Let me get you one.' Bard offered. 'I still don't think it's wise for you to leave right away, but if you must… please let me find you other…' A frown appeared on his face. 'clothes.'

'Thank you, but I think I'll be fine.'

'No, you're not.' Bard pressed. 'Your clothing is still soaked and you'll get sick if you travel like this.'

Hm, she knew he was probably right. Her skinny jeans hadn't recovered yet from her recent adventure, and she doubted that they ever would. She knitted her brows together as she tried to regain the events of the previous day. She knew she had been practicing her water skills at the docks. And then something interrupted her, disturbing her. Wounded her.

But what?

The room started to spin around her and Enya took a deep breath as she tried to steady herself again. 'You're probably right.' she muttered. 'That would be most kind of you-'

A gasp left her mouth as Bard broke her fall by catching her in his arms.

'See?' he told her. 'You're exhausted. You're not going anywhere before you have something to eat and I've found you some decent clothing to keep you warm.'

'There's no time…' Enya spluttered.

A grin rose on Bard's face, his eyes sparkling. 'You're not gonna kill a dragon like this, miss… Patience is a virtue.'

Finding her way towards Erebor was easy. The dark-brown colored breeches that Bard had given her were a bit too big, but one of Bain's belts prevented them sliding down from her hips. The loose grey shirt and a blue coat she had put on weren't perfect either, but it worked. Bard hadn't been keen on the idea that Enya would have to cross the town like this, and he insisted she should wear some sort of dress above her clothing. He told her that the climate in the town already was unstable and that the master wouldn't be too happy to find out that there still were dwarves in his territory. On the other hand, Enya insisted that she was fine; she could handle any situation. For a moment it didn't look like they were going to find a satisfying compromise, until Sigrid came in and turned out to be a very resourceful young lady. She had wrapped a skirt around Enya's breeches to mimic the presence of a dress.

Enya shivered as the cold wind howled against her. It was surprisingly cold around the mountain and she suddenly felt very grateful that Bard had insisted on her wearing some sort of dress. Although it made the process of climbing the slopes a bit more complicated (she never wore those things anyway), she luckily didn't have to worry about getting sick.

She groaned as she lifted her skirt for the hundredth time to conquer the hill towards the old overlook where the company was supposed to meet Gandalf. If they still were there…

During her visit at Bard's she learned that he had been very kind to the others in the company by smuggling them into town and delivering them some weapons. She didn't understand why the town master and his creepy deputy Alfrid had decided to scrutinize the poor man's every move. Although he was wrong about the quest- he was generous man, loyal to his neighbors and a hard working widower. They probably didn't like him because he was a sight to behold, and they were… well…

'Butt-ugly.' Her mind commented.

She smiled as she remembered Bard's goodbye words as they parted their ways on the docks.

'I do hope you succeed, Enya Blueheart. If you should fail, I'll promise you I'll take my grandfather's place on the wind lance and shoot the last black arrow.'

It was a generous promise, because he didn't owe her anything. He had done more for her than needed. In fact, her female intuition told her that Bard had been a little bit too kind. Enya shrugged away the thought. A groan escaped her as she finally reached the overlook and found it to be empty. The dwarves were nowhere to be seen, and even Gandalf (who was known to be notoriously late) wasn't there. Had they managed to get inside Erebor? Enya closed her eyes and tried to remember the outline of the map Thorin had carried with him. She wished she had paid more attention to the destination of the journey instead of the dwarven king's gorgeous features.

Well, at least it wasn't entirely her fault. She couldn't help it that her one was excruciatingly beautiful. Even Dolvira had noticed, right?

She continued her path northeast, making sure to keep the ruins of Dale on her right hand. Apart from the wind, a deadly silence reigned the slopes of the mountain. Enya almost felt like the bull in the china shop. What if she accidently woke the dragon?

'That's impossible.' She huffed. 'I'm pretty sure you're less loud than thirteen dwarves…'

Well, to be fair that actually depended highly on her mood. She could, in fact, be a lot louder (screaming and cursing came to mind) than the others. A smile went across her face when she remembered Fíli and Kíli's faces when they learned she was able to swear like a sailor. They weren't that shocked though, they mostly seemed impressed anyway. She bit her lip. The rascals even asked her to learn them a few. In turn she learned some Khuzdul swearing words that had left even Bifur shocked.

'Gelek menu caragu rukhs' she muttered with a smile. 'No… No.. don't go there.'

She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to focus on the task that laid before her. She had to pay attention now. The secret door was on one of the mountain slopes. She scanned the area around here. The fact that there was a door, meant that there had to be a way to access it somewhere, a stairwell… or…

She stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth falling open in awe. A giant stone dwarf-soldier stood proudly against the mountain, carved directly from the mountain slope. It was magnificent in its own right, but once you looked closer… you could see the stairs carved in it. Enya gasped. Jesus, that was brilliant. Scary, but brilliant nevertheless.

'I AIN'T CLIMBING THAT!' her mind screamed. 'I REFUSE! BLUEHEART, YOU'LL DIE IF YOU TRY!'

Enya heaved a sigh. So much for stunning self-confidence, eh? She walked up to the soldier and looked up. It was a pretty long distance to climb, and since she hated heights she probably should give the fire witch way of traveling a chance. She sat down on the rocks, making herself as comfortable as possible. She closed her eyes, focusing on the kilometers of earth stretching out beneath her feet. And all that she had to do was getting it to move upwards. She took a deep breath and smiled as there was something stirring under her.

'Grow.' She whispered. 'Bring me to the platform I ought to be.'

The ground started shaking and she felt herself rising.

'WE'RE GOING TO DIE!' her mind howled. 'STOP! STOP IT! OPEN YOUR EYES!'

Enya resisted the urge to do what her stupid inner voice suggested. There was no need to panic. She was totally safe, totally…

'ENYA!' The voice of Dori happily greeting her reached her ears.

The peeked through her eyelashes, and was relieved to see a platform. She quickly got on it and gave Dori a hug.

'Glad to have you back again.' He said with a big smile. 'It's a bad idea to try to kill a dragon without our fire witch…'

'You had instructions, Blueheart.' Dwalin stood there watching her, his arms folded.

'Well…' she winked. 'I'm bad at listening to my king anyway. I'm sure he'll overlook the matter after he calms down.' She looked around. 'Where is he anyway? And where's my favorite halfling?'

'Bilbo just went inside, but Thorin went in earlier.' Balin replied, his face expressing genuine concern.

'Are they both looking for the Arkenstone?' Enya inquired.

Dwalin shook his head. 'No. Thorin went to the east wing, had to collect something before we go down.'

'But he's gone for quite some time now, brother.' Balin pressed, his tone worried. It seemed like they had been arguing about this subject for a while now. Dwalin gave his brother an ominous glare.

'I still think we should go looking for him.' Balin continued.

'NO!' Dwalin countered. 'He told us explicitly not to follow him. He'll be back. He's our king and we should listen to him!'

'Which way?' Enya mouthed at Balin while Dwalin continued yelling at him.

The dwarf smiled at her and gestured with his head.

Turn right.

She nodded and slipped past Dwalin, through the secret door. She turned right and took a little sprint to make sure the dwarven warrior wouldn't come after her to drag her back outside. Time to find her king.

'Blueheart.'

She had wandered through the narrow corridors of Erebor for about twenty minutes when she heard his low voice calling her. It resonated through her body and evoked pleasant shivers that ran down her spine. She cocked a brow and turned around.

'Oakenshield.'

He stood in the doorway of one of the many chambers in the hall, his arms leaning casually against the doorpost. The tension between them sparked and immediately became unbearable, the sparkles shooting between them almost visible to the naked eye.

'Balin was concerned about you.' She began. 'He thought we should start looking for you.'

'I should have known that you would end up here anyway…' Thorin grumbled, but his eyes twinkled as he spoke. 'You never listen.'

'Mmm… You're dodging my question, sir.' Enya purred as her hands caressed his face, the coarse facial hair scratching her fingertips. 'But alright... Does my presence here in Erebor make you mad?'

The dwarf king closed his eyes and sighed. 'Yes. I want to protect you, I need you to be safe. And you won't let me.'

Enya smiled and kissed him gently, earning a soft growl in return. 'I was born to do this, Thorin.'

'I know.'

'And I can look after myself.'

'I know, but…' His arms wound around her, pulling her closer to him. His lips brushed faintly over her cheek, finding their way to the pulse point under her ear. His breath tickled her neck and Enya's brain, once again, stopped functioning. It was too easy for him to seduce her… Far too easy.

'But what?' she dared him, her voice sounding heavy with lust. She felt him smiling against her skin and she bit her lip.

'But I want to take care of you.' Thorin whispered in her ear. 'You cannot deny me that.'

'I wouldn't dare…' she hummed softly against his lips. 'Please take care of me.'

A low chuckle escaped his mouth, a faint smile opening up his face and his blue eyes already darkening with desire. He knew exactly what she meant, and it seemed that he had no problem with that at all.

'Right here, my queen?'

A deep pink blush rose on her cheeks.

'Yes.'

Thorin wasted no time and lifted her up, his arms sliding around her and his big sturdy hands covering her bottom. Their mouths clashed, hungrily taking in each other; like they had been apart for ages instead of twenty-four hours. Enya's hands wandered over his torso, struggling to take off his heavy belt that held his clothing together. Thorin groaned and with one arm he steadied her against him, while leaving his other hand free to pull at the strings of her shirt. Enya pushed herself onto him, grinding against his hard length and Thorin hissed in response. They both gasped in surprise as the belt gave in and sprang open. It slipped down his body, landing on the floor with a loud clank.

'Who gave you this clothing?' Thorin inquired matter-of-factly, but the slightly tense undertone in his voice made Enya smile. Oh, she couldn't help herself when he did the whole protective and jealous lover thing… It melted her heart. As if he ever would have to fear competition from others… Though it was really sweet to see how much he cared.

'Bard.' Enya replied, while kicking off one of her boots.

'The bowman?' the dwarven king muttered while knitting his brows together.

'Oh Thorin, don't be ridiculous!' she giggled as she dropped the other boot on the floor. 'I met him this morning in Laketown. He seems to be a nice guy.'

Thorin narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.

Enya shook her head in disbelief. 'Thorin…'

'As long as he doesn't think you're nice.' He growled. 'I will not-'

Enya put her lips on his before he could tell her the consequences the poor male would suffer for simply being kind to a future queen.

'Are all dwarves this jealous and protective?' she teased.

'Yes.' Thorin stated. 'We are. And you're no better.'

'No better?' she countered. 'Who says I'm-'

'Very.' Thorin said in a low voice. A shiver went through her body and Enya bit her lip. He carried her into the room, towards a desk that stood in the corner of the room and put her on it. The dark-brown wood was cold against her bum and Enya was vaguely aware that the room must have been a private library once. The walls were covered with bookshelves and in the corner of her eye she saw a fireplace with a cozy chair, but.. At that moment she didn't care where the fuck she was. Thorin was holding her and she needed him. She stripped him of his thick woolen vest and threw it in a corner. Her own blue coat followed seconds later.

'And you… You stir things in me...' He confessed while staring down at her, setting his hands on either of her sides. 'Which makes thought of him eyeing you in ways he shouldn't unbearable.' His jaw was set in a harsh line, his lips pursed together, and his blue orbs were watching her fiercely. The red and blue undershirts he wore complimented him, the low V-necks revealing some bare skin and chest hair.

The sight was mouthwatering. Thank god her panties got lost hours ago, because with him looking like this, they would've come down on their own accord.

Enya couldn't help herself and her hand traveled from his neck to his broad chest, her fingers unbuttoning the blue shirt. Thorin eyed her intently, his gaze fixed on her movements. She rucked the piece of clothing up and pulled it over his head. The red fabric followed the blue one on the floor shortly after. She bent forward and kissed him softly. Her nails trailed down over his abdomen, the muscles jolting under her touch. Thorin inhaled sharply as her hands went further down and cupped him through his breeches. A mischievous smile was displayed on her lips as she proceeded by undoing the laces and letting one her hand slip inside, stroking him slowly. Her other hand palm caressed his strong jaw, while her mouth left a pattern of kisses along his throat. Thorin's head fell back and his lips formed a perfect 'o' shape when a moan escaped him. Enya dipped her tongue into his collarbone and trailed her way up to his jawbone. Thorin buckled his hips in response, pressing himself further in her hands.

'Mesmerizing vixen!' He hissed as his mouth searched for hers again. 'Let me-'

He grasped her with force, but was alarmed when she whimpered in pain.

'Are you alright?' Thorin asked and he loosened his grip on her, careful not to strain her further. 'Did I hurt you, uzfakuh?'

'No, not you. It happened… earlier.' She said absent-mindedly as she gnawed on her bottom lip. His bared chest was very alluring to her, making the simple task of forming words difficult. Or remember the vague pain in her back. All she wanted was to go back to kissing his muscles, the scars, the…

'Do enlighten me on this subject.' he interrupted her train of thoughts.

'Oh…' Enya replied. 'I hurt my back when I took a tumble from the docks into the water. That's why I got other clothes…'

Thorin heaved a sigh while eyeing his queen with a soft smile. 'And I thought you would be safe in Laketown…'

Enya laughed. 'I told you- you'd better keep me close.'

'Perhaps I should...' Thorin whispered, his breath tickling her face. Enya licked her lips in anticipation as he leaned in slightly, their lips almost touching. The air around them was so loaded, so strained, it made her head spin. He'd called her intoxicating many times before, but she was certain he himself was more tempting than she ever had been.

'Let me do the work...' He grumbled against her mouth. 'You take it easy here.'

'You know that's not in my nature…' she hummed. 'I'm not gonna take it laying down, if that's what you mean.' Her mouth curved into a smile. 'In fact, I remember something you said about me being allowed to torment you once we'd be in Erebor…'

Thorin chuckled, lifted her up and on the other side of the room he lowered her on a soft rug before the fireplace. Enya moved her hand and five flames shot from her palms, ready to devour the carefully stacked logs that had laid there for… ages.

Thorin hovered over her, his lips ghosting over her collarbone and making their way south in an antagonizing slow pace. His coarse beard caused her skin to burn slightly and his kisses left a tingly sensation. Enya's cheeks reddened, her breathing changing rapidly.

'I said that?' he purred. 'I don't recall…'

'That damp prison wall we almost made love against…' Enya blurted out.

'Almost, yes…' Thorin agreed. 'But I think we caught up with that a few days later, don't you?'

'Aye.' She replied, as her mind went back to the long night in Laketown. Especially that round in which he had her pinned against the wall, slamming his hips against hers… The mere thought was enough to make her legs turn into jelly again. It had been perfect, he was simply perfect. She could've died a happy dwarrow that night…

Her thoughts stranded as Thorin pushed her shirt up, pulling it over her head and dropping it carelessly on the floor. His fingers loosened the skirt around her hips, stripping the cloth off. He undid her belt and slid her breeches down her body. He then kicked his own boots off and got rid of his trousers.

'You're so beautiful…' Thorin murmured, his hands traveling over her bared skin. 'Mine.'

Enya groaned and their mouths met in a passionate kiss again, tongues swirling around each other. Her hands raked through his hair, tugging on the braids, her fingers memorizing the beads tied in it. Thorin broke the kiss but went on by caressing her face and leaving small bitemarks in her neck. His tongue journeyed south and dragged over her chest, flicking over both nipples before sucking on the sensitive skin. Her eyes rolled back when she felt his thick hand shoving between her thighs, parting her folds. One finger entered her while his thumb grazed her clit.

A soft hiss escaped her mouth. 'Fuck!'

Thorin sat up and with his free hand he lifted her right leg. Enya cried out as he kissed her foot and worked his way up; his beard deliciously scraping over her skin and leaving her with a slightly burning sensation. It was too much pleasure; his one hand still working her up and his mouth coming closer and closer towards her heated core… Her legs started to shiver in anticipation.

Oh god.

His hand pulled away from her, and her body arched up involuntary. Thorin chuckled and the low sound vibrated against her thighs, leaving her aching for his touch even more.

'Oh god.' She murmured softly. 'Please..'

He leaned forward, placing featherlight kisses between her legs. She whined as the world stopped spinning, every nerve in her body focusing on the movements of his mouth. She cried out in agony as the tip of his tongue slipped briefly over her clit, the feeling leaving her begging for more. Thorin groaned softly as his hands moved under her ass, his fingers digging in the flesh of her buttocks. Enya bit back another moan as she felt him moving between her thighs, his beard setting the sensitive skin on fire. That damned beard was an absolute turn-on, a-

Her breath hitched when his tongue lazily dragged over her entirely, swirling back to flick over her sensitive nub. Her fingers tangled into the rug beneath her, desperately seeking something to cling unto. Her teeth sunk in her lower lip as she gave in to all the remarkable pleasure he was giving her. Boy, he never stopped to amaze her. He knew exactly how to work her up and then to cool her down just enough to get her all crazy in seconds again. Her mind briefly wondered how he had become such a-

She lost track of her thoughts when Thorin purred against her, the sound against her setting her off. Her body started shivering and Enya knew she wouldn't survive long. Of course, she wanted more, in fact she wanted him to stay between her thighs forever, but she also wanted to last. And her treacherous body.. it would come undone far too soon for her liking, it had proven her that before.

'Thorin, I NEED you!' she demanded. 'NOW!'

With ease, he pulled her on top of him.

'Your pace. Ride me.' He rasped as his fingers trailed over the curving of her hips. 'Take me, my queen.'

'Your wish is my command.' She breathed in his ear. 'Alas I changed my mind… YOU can easily wait a little longer…'

'Cheater.' Thorin husked while delivering a sharp smack to her ass.

Enya shot up, her mouth opened wide in shock and her cheeks burning bright.

'Excuse me sir!' she exclaimed. 'What do you think you're doing?'

Thorin cocked a brow, arrogance all written over his face. 'You asked for it.'

'Did I?' With a smile she placed soft kisses on his neck, traveling down to his chest. She swirled her tongue over his nipples and playfully tugged on them with her teeth, earning a loud groan from him. Then she trailed further down south, her hands massaging his abdomen and her tongue delving over his hipbone. She then took his thick shaft in her hand and swirl her tongue over the head.

'Enya...' Thorin panted, his blue eyes wide open as he was watching her movements. Enya smiled coquettishly, her gaze burning though his while she took him in her mouth. Thorin made a strangled noise and his head fell back against the rug. The warm light of the fire brushed over his skin, making him even more irresistible. Enya went down on him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard. She flicked her tongue over the head, and her hands traveled just further down to caress his balls.

A harsh, Khuzdul word left him and the sound echoed through the room. Enya smirked, feeling quite certain she was well on her way to drive him as insane as he had done to her before.

But it was not enough. They craved each other, the feeling of being united once again. She straddled his lap, lowering herself just enough to touch him. Her breath hitched as she grinded herself against him, the friction causing sparks of pleasure through her body. Thorin moaned, his hands gripping her hips and kneading the soft flesh. Their eyes connected as she allowed him to enter, his girth deliciously stretching her. Her eyes fell shut as she took in the feeling of him being entirely inside her. It was a powerful and addictive sensation, satisfying but then always leaving her hungry for more. She never knew she was even capable of being insatiable like this, but then she met Thorin, who'd easily complied with her wishes for hours… there were no limits. She never had wanted someone this badly, but he was her aphrodisiac, her life.

Thorin huffed, his hips surging forward and his fingers digging into her hips.

'My pace.' She growled while lifting herself up and eyeing down fiercely. A dirty smile crossed his lips, his eyes displaying pure desire.

'I'm yours.' He agreed. 'Take me.'

Enya bent down and their mouth crashed. Her hips surged forward, making them both moan into the kiss.

Oh, she liked this, having all the control… Her view was absolutely stunning, her breathtaking king laying under her. She knew it wasn't easy for him to let go, which made the meaning of their lovemaking so much more intense. A token of trust, of his love for her. She threw her head up when her hips found a circular rhythm that made him stroke the sweet spot inside of her.

It was all too much, and at the same time too little. She watched Thorin under her, his face displaying nothing but sheer pleasure. His eyes were darkened. Over his chest laid a thin layer of sweat, which made him even more desirable. She wanted to tell him how much she cared, how much she loved his stubborn and majestic ass, but her brain short-circuited and left her as a panting, sputtering mess. Thorin lurched up, taking her into his arms as she still rode him. The gesture was intimate, sexy as hell. And his eyes... she couldn't bear to look into them, or to look away. He was intense, blazingly hot. She needed him more than life itself.

'Mahal, Enya…' he panted, his lips brushing over hers. 'Ah!'

'Thorin!' she moaned, rocking back and forth against him. He was incredibly close, she could feel him getting more rigid with every second. His breath hitched, coming in unsteady pants and fanning her ear. Waves of pleasure surged through her and every move of her hips took her higher. Her heart pounded in her chest, her vision became blurred. She was standing on the edge, she needed to… Thorin groaned and his mouth crashed on hers, they hopelessly clung onto each other while both seeking their impending release.

'Enya, ghivashel.'

The sound of Thorin's low voice in her ear, speaking in the language of their kin… It was enough to send her over the edge. Her nails dug into his back as she realized she had crossed the point of no return. She cried out as her orgasm peaked and took hold of her, shattering her body and numbing all of her other senses. Thorin stirred. A harsh growl left him as his own pleasure cracked; his shaft pulsated as he spilled his seed inside her.

He laid on his back and nuzzled her against his chest as they circled back to each other.

'I wish we could stay like this forever.' Enya whispered.

Thorin smiled and caressed her hair. 'I know.'

'How does it feel?' she asked softly. 'Being home again?'

'I can't wait to show you everything' Thorin confessed. 'It's confusing ... For a second I allowed myself to believe that it was alright. There was no dragon, just us... risking to be caught in my father's study.'

Enya giggled and kissed his jawline, his beard tickling on her lips. 'Now that would be something…'

Thorin smirked. 'He'd probably kill us both if he found out.'

There was a short silence between them wherein they let their thoughts wander.

'I'm sorry.' Enya muttered. 'For everything you've been through. I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass sometimes.'

'Sometimes?!' Thorin countered while biting his lip in an vain attempt not to laugh.

'Would you imply that I'm always difficult?' Enya sniggered and she moved her fingers to tickle his sides. Thorin burst into laughter and it was the most beautiful thing she heard. He didn't laugh often, and she enjoyed the sound of his baritone voice vibrating through his chest. It was a warm sound, comforting and tempting at the same time.

'Yes… you are.' He breathed. 'But you're also incredibly sweet, kindhearted, witty and the most beautiful dwarrow I've ever seen. Every male envies me.' He caught her gaze, a stunning smile displayed on his lips. 'You match my temper, Blueheart. That's good.'

He cleared his throat. 'As for me, I owe you an apology. The way I acted towards you during the journey was unforgivable.'

'Hey' she said. 'I would have made myself very clear if you were really crossing hard boundaries. I understand you weren't all too happy that I destroyed your self-control while you needed all of your strength to focus on the quest.'

'I kept insisting you were doing everything wrong. I wanted to keep myself sane, but you were so… alluring. Even when you... breathe.'

'Don't worry.' Enya smiled. 'I understood your tirades as: you're devilishly charming and I want you but I can't lose my shit.'

Thorin chuckled. 'Lose my shit...'

'I do have unusual ways of expressing myself.' Enya admitted, biting back a giggle. 'I assume I have to adjust my vocabulary once I become queen?'

'Perhaps.' Thorin mused. 'Although I wouldn't mind watching you shock a few annoying and tedious nobles with your language.'

Enya grinned, picturing the scene in her head.

'We have to go back.' Thorin told her, his voice sounding full of regret.

'Yes…' Enya agreed as she sat up straight and grabbed her shirt. She threw it over her head and shot him a playful glance. 'Now let's go kill that dragon...'