Author Note:

Warnings for chapter include:
Power and dominant play

As I sunk into the hot waters of the freshly drawn bath, I groaned out the observation that the elven baths of Rivendell were almost as sinfully decadent as the mushrooms served during dinner. The water was hot against my skin, turning it rosy almost instantly, made even more heavenly when I leaned back and dipped my hair to soak it.

Fili was truly a wonder, I smiled in recollection, because it had been him who caught me while I was in bed resting for a moment. I breathed in against the side of the tub, remembering the way he leaned over me, his body covering mine as he whispered into the skin of my neck that he had drawn me a bath. I was surprised by the gesture and felt the urge to kiss him, one that he did not object to, before he was playfully pushing me into the adjoining chamber.

Truly the sight of the inlaid marble tub was something one would start wars for, filled with steaming water and given the privacy for a very very long soak. I certainly was going to take full advantage of such a bath after days of wondering around in the wild, sweat clinging to my layers and mud and troll snot sticking to that.

I was slow about how I washed my hair, massaging my curly locks and groaning when I felt the built up tension from days worth of traveling just scrub away into a foam of berry smelling soaps. When I rinsed my hair out, relishing how clean it felt, I almost couldn't contain my pleasure at the idea of being able to get into a clean shift and sleep buried underneath warm blankets. The idea that the brothers would be joining me was another reason why I was particularly happy about the fantasy.

I wasn't sure at all what was going on between us, never having a real moment to talk about it between being made busy while on the road, being chased by orcs, and resting during our first afternoon in Rivendell. In a sense, I wanted to know what the brothers thought of me and what their ideas about the entire arrangement was between us but...

I sighed because the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't really want to put a name on it yet. The brothers were young, that much I gathered from the company and the fact that they were nearly the youngest members of said company didn't really give me any confidence on the matter either. Thinking about the kiss the two brothers shared as well, I wasn't sure if this behavior was a normal thing amongst the dwarves. Did their culture just think that such things were proper and commonplace? Hobbits themselves were very laid back creatures, but even we frowned on cousins and siblings being so close when they were past their tweens.

While I was not entirely sure on what exactly to think of the arrangement that I had found myself in with Fili and Kili, I knew that I did not want it to end. I wanted to see where it would go and I would be lying to myself if their affections were not great for my mood, both mentally and physically...

Having soaked and washed for long enough, I got up from the tub and drained it, slipping a drying sheet around my body and heading back into the room where my shifts were tucked into my bag. Kili was dozing lightly when I entered the room, Fili lounging on the bed, eyes finding me instantly when I came back into the room. I felt his eyes on me as I went to my bag, kneeling down on the ground to shift through the contents until I pulled out a clean shift. Those eyes bore into my back as I went for my comb on the nearby table, and still they were on me as I retreated back into the bathing chamber for some privacy.

When I returned to the room decently covered, Fili's eyes were still glued to me and beckoning me over. I felt my feet weighted, almost unable to move under such a sensual gaze until he grinned and motioned me over with his finger. His arms opened up for me and I allowed myself to be pulled down on top of him, my body flush against his own as he allowed me to get comfortable, my thighs trapping him.

"Let me comb your hair for you."

I was growing more aware that this was the way of Fili, the want to nurture and comfort and provide a sort of intimacy. It left me breathless, feeling his fingers cover mine to take the brush from me and lean my head forward against his chest so that he could run the teeth of the comb lightly against my scalp. I hummed low in my chest, content with this pampering that made warmth pool down my belly.

Fili's thick fingers played in my curls, his hands skilled in taking care of one's hair and running over skin to make them gasp and quiver. A tap on the nearby side table; the brush set down. Fili's hands were in my hair again, pulling me up so that I could kiss him, languid and so very different from how fiercely Kili kissed. Kili was all speed and force, his wild personality so evident in such an intimate gesture. When Fili kissed, he kissed deeply, tongue delving into my mouth and coaxing my own tongue to explore.

His hands and how they gripped my body were also different from Kili, gripping with the entirety of his palm so that he possessed in a gentle way that was wholly satisfying. Our bodies were heated, sliding against one another, his hands pushing me to rock into the hardening bulge in his trousers.

A knocking on the door interrupted us, making us pull apart and look at the offending thing. I could tell Fili wanted to ignore it but duty prevailed and he was rolling us so that I landed next to Kili. I watched as he pushed himself off the bed with a huff, a hand running through his own locks that were loose and unbraided before he opened the door.

Thorin was as grim faced as ever, eyeing Fili before looking over to the bed with a quick glance. Instantly I remembered that Thorin asked to have a word with me and I lunged off the bed, much to the surprise of everyone in the room and went to the elven robe that was still left in the bathroom. I tugged it on quickly, tying it roughly into place before I was back in the main room and looking at the two dwarves speak with one another, hushed voices in guttural tones before Fili looked at me.

"Don't take too long."

I smiled at him in passing, following Thorin as he led the way back to what looked to be his own bedroom. I was surprised by it but one did want privacy when there were still dwarves in the hallway, swash buckling around like loons as they danced to the tune of their instruments, fueled by elvish drink. Thorin merely shook his head at the display and opened his door, stepping aside to allow me in first before he closed it with a soft click.

Once we were in the room, the muffled antics of the dwarves on the other side seemed to blur out of existence until I was aware of only the thudding beat of my own heart in my ears. Thorin was unaware of my trepidation about being alone with him in the same room, going around to his desk to casually pull off his furred coat. I noticed again that he was in his normal garb again, looking all too much like the imposing dwarf Leader that the elven robes from earlier hid.

I was nervous, silent waiting for him to speak. My palms were sweaty in anticipation. I could tell I was breathing more heavily as well, a fact that I tried to control to no avail.

"Do you know why I've asked to speak with you?"

Thorin's voice rippled down my body in a touch that made me take a minuscule step forward. Already his voice affected me in such a way, already my breath was irretrievably lost. Though I should have known the answer to his question, I still found that I was dumbfounded by it, completely caught unaware by it. It was something that I did not expect and was therefore, unable to answer given the sudden dryness of my throat.

"About the trolls?"

I thought back to the morning where Thorin said he would thank me, instantly feeling my face flush when thought of in terms of how Fili and Kili had thanked me for saving their lives. Thorin seemed interested in this answer, his eyebrow raising and staring at me, his blue eyes seemingly always studying me.

"No," He offered, voice low and nearly drawing it out. Assessing, "You did play for time, that much was true but," Again he stopped, slowly crossing the room at his own unhurried pace until he stood just slightly to my side. "I will not lay my gratitude entirely at your feet."

His voice was like fingers trailing down my back, slowing as he spoke, patient in their pacing and not at all grabbing like the voices of the two brothers. I could feel how sweaty my palms were, clenched at my sides until Thorin leaned down and looked straight into my eyes.

"Breathe."

I let out the breath I unknowingly held, sucking in a deep breath of air. My heart thrummed in my chest and I felt as if I were sweating all over, my shift almost sticking uncomfortably to my back. Thorin seemed pleased by this, though his expression was unchanging. The only way I could tell was the proximity of his own breathing and the wisps of sensation it lingered over my back. Patient, careful, wanting to show that I could stop it at any moment.

"Guess again."

My mind was blank. Thorin was just so very close to me, his eyes burning a cold fire deep into my belly. I was wet, horrendously wet just from Thorin staring at me and talking to me. He waited patiently for my answer until he turned his eyes away, his bulky form graceful like an animal stepping out of view and disappearing behind me. Out of sight, my thoughts started to come back to me. I remembered the dinner and the scene I made there.

"No."

His voice curled against my hip, tracing over the small jut of a hip bone. I shuddered at the feel of it, wondering how Thorin even knew what I was thinking. Was I really always so obvious?

"Guess again?"

I offered, trying to regain my sense of composure with a lighthearted chuckle but Thorin's response was a low hum in his throat, a rumble in his chest that made me shudder, his voice traveling up my thighs. I was helpless against such a powerful voice, such an assured tone that knew exactly what it wanted to do at all times. Thorin came up from my other side, just out of view, and I could smell his musk, so heavy and thick in the air that I had to stop myself from just reaching out to touch him, to put my face deep in his hair.

"Close your eyes."

He commanded, voice deep, and instantly the connection was made between the courtyard earlier where I spoke with the elf. Had Thorin been watching then? Had he been listening when I spoke with the others about the Ear Touch? I wasn't sure of any of the answers. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. I could feel myself shaking, a heady mixture of desire and apprehension from being so close to Thorin.

"Close your eyes."

Thorin repeated, a bit more force in his tone than before, and I helpless but to obey as I felt the sensation of fingers run along my spine again. He was watching me. I could feel that with my eyes closed, his eyes constantly watching me and noting what to make of my reactions to his voice. If I liked them or not.

I startled when his hands steadied on my waist, jumping and trying to pull away but his grip was firm. Stay. It ordered. I obeyed. I didn't want to obey. I wanted to obey. I wanted to go back to where Fili was and burrow into his side. I wanted to stay here and yank Thorin close.

Thorin's hands were gone from my waist, slowing sliding off so that I would not startle again. I felt them slid to the front of my stomach, tracing upwards until they came to the ties of the elven robes. They pulled with little effort and I gasped as he slowly let the robes fall from my shoulders. He pulled back, fingers a wisp of roughened skin until I almost followed them. I felt those eyes on me still, watching.

I felt the hint of fingertips, tracing the edge of a collar bone. I nearly startled.

"Steady."

He whispered and the soft tone of his voice made me relax.

Again, those fingers trailed over my collarbone, dipping into the hollow of my neck and following the path until they caught on the fabric of my shift. They stilled and I could feel his eyes on me, boring into me and watching my face for what my emotions were telling him.

"You think I chose to ignore what I saw that night?"

I released another breath held too long, feeling his fingers press against my chest. Steady, they compelled again. Relax. I steadied as best I could until his fingers pulled away. "The bed is in front of you. I want you to walk forward until you feel it."

I was excited and terrified by the command, his voice trailing the curve of my neck before I felt his presence behind me, a hand that acted as the center of my world, the very center of my entire being. I was so aroused I could barely think straight. A slight pressure to indicate to move forward and I did so, a hesitant step in darkness. I only took a step, scared before I stopped. Again, the pressure was there, the center of the world. Again, it pushed. I moved forward, each step harder than the last until I nearly collapsed against the edge of the soft mattress, my nerves wracked from fear and being so close to orgasm that I hardly knew if I wanted to run or stay.

"Sit on the bed, facing downward from the edge."

That voice was pushing into my dripping sex, making me tremble even as I lifted myself up onto the bed and situated myself to his liking. Within a moment, Thorin's still clothed form was pressed against my back, his hand pushing back against my belly until I understood to scoot back. "Do you want to keep your clothes or no?"

A simple question was all it was and really the first time Thorin bothered to ask my opinion on this whole affair. I felt him adjust himself behind me, his powerful legs on either side on my body. I wanted to take off my clothes so that I could feel his armor against my sweaty skin. My hands went to do so and he allowed me the time I needed to pull my shift over my head and set it aside.

I felt him adjust behind me again, this time pulling me entirely to his front so there was nothing left between us, the heat from his body conflicting with the cool feel of his armor.

"My gratitude for your stalling, burglar."

Thorin said simply before he set his hands upon me, roughened palms spreading over thighs and coaxing them apart with a firm touch until they were utterly spread to press against his. I felt open, so exposed that I couldn't control my breathing, overwhelmed by the heat of his body and his steady breathing behind me. I flinched at the touch of him upon my thigh, only to shudder at the feel of a scratchy kiss pressed to the back of my neck.

"Steady, Miss Baggins."

I tried to steady but the command went straight to my core, only succeeding when he pressed another kiss to the back of my neck. I felt his thick fingers move to my chest, tracing over the line of my collar bone again before dipping down to palm a breast in his hand.

"Tell me where you feel mine."

Again, I shuddered at the feel of voice sliding up my thighs, my mind horridly blank until I forced myself to calm a little and remember what Thorin was talking about. Where I felt his? His what? I shuddered again when he rumbled a sound low in his chest, and knew he meant his voice. He was speaking of the conversation from earlier out in the hallway; where do I feel his voice?

"Everywhere."

"Tell me."

He whispered, his fingers circling my nipple before pinching it gently. "Calves." I gasped when his voice trailed along my calves, whispers of touch until gone. Thorin's fingers continued their treatment of my nipple, pinching it and pulling it while I felt his other hand mirror the treatment to its twin. "Now?"

"Neck..."

I groaned, leaning my head back so that I could rest it along his shoulder, breathing his scent in deeply before he moved his face and rubbed his beard against my cheeks in a gesture that reminded me of a nuzzle. His fingers moved lower, slowly tracing patterns across my stomach, my breath gasping when he found a spot that was particularly sensitive.

He rumbled again low in his chest...

"Thighs!" I gasped, rocking a little into it as the sensation trailed up. To my surprise, Thorin growled again, lower, using the full range of his deep baritone vocal chords. "Inside me!"

I bucked off the mattress, gasping from how sensitive I now was, cursing the fact that the elf had spoken so easily of the knowledge of how to enhance the effects of the Ear Touch. Again, Thorin's fingers trailed lower until they were on my thighs, rubbing deep soothing circles into the flesh, every so often asking me to tell him where I felt a certain pitch of his voice. Each time I answered, I felt that part of my body's sensitivity swell, my desire wet and aching from being so long neglected under Thorin's tormenting voice.

"Spread them."

My legs had steadily closed since Thorin's initial touch. I moaned at the feel of the air as I spread my own legs again, the cool air making me shiver in delight. I bucked in pleasure when I felt thick fingers delve into my folds, stroking all the while his other hand worked my clit in short circles. Oh, how skilled Thorin was, his fingers dipping inside me every few strokes just as he would tease my engorged nub. I couldn't stop the moans from coming, from hanging in the air as he expertly teased me, bringing me up to just the brink of release before he stopped.

He just stopped.

I whined at his stilled fingers, willing him to continue, but he was still. They moved to trace patterns along my thighs again, the fingers leaving cool prints of moisture when they moved. I squirmed against his chest, trying to coax him into continuing but he ignored my silent pleas, intent on doing what he was doing. I felt the return of his lips on my shoulder, pressing wet kisses along the skin there until I had calmed and relaxed.

A moment later, his fingers returned where I needed them, slowly working back up to their previous pace, delving deeply inside me. I moaned at the pleasure of it, the need to buck up into them. The second I did buck, he stopped again. He did not continue, even though I cursed at him. He was patient. He would wait for me to calm myself, his fingers soothing patterns into my thighs.

He would wait.

I relaxed.

"You are so responsive."

He whispered into my ear, nibbling at the lobe, as he dipped his fingers back inside me and added another finger. Now working me open with two fingers, I nearly came apart, gasping even as I struggled to control what my body's natural reactions were. I needed to stay put if he were to continue, let him control exactly when I would get to experience pleasure. I leaned my face into his neck, blindly planting a kiss on his collar before adjusting and succeeding in kissing the skin of his neck. I nearly came undone right then and there just from the fact that his neck was covered in sweat, that he was feeling this just as much as I was.

His deep groan answered my thought, his fingers working me faster until I was helpless but to gasp, choosing to bite down onto the fabric of his collar.

"You want to cum that badly, do you?"

His fingers stilled, ripping a growl from my throat that I felt him chuckle in response to. For all my ferocity could work wonders against a hobbit, this was Thorin, the King Under the Mountain. It would not count for much at all.

"Please!" I hissed out, feeling his fingers resume but only slightly, leisurely. Tortuously languid. I relaxed again, just because in the past, it would appease him to again work me harder. He chuckled again, a slight rise and fall of his chest before he adjusted the angle of his fingers and curled them inside me. He added a third finger to his ministrations, pumping into me quickly, urging me to push back into it now so that I would feel him deeply.

I was lost, so irretrievably lost.

It was all too much, the pumping of his fingers, the stroking of my clit. It was all too much, all too mind numbing.

Thorin's voice was in his my ear, a growl of a command that he learned would go straight to my desire.

"Cum for me. I would feel you come apart from my fingers."

I tried to contain it but I couldn't help but to nearly shout his name as I came.

Thorin's hand could not muffle my shout because of his hands being otherwise occupied but I did not think he even wanted it to be contained.

I rode the waves of my orgasm, shuddering around his fingers and listening to him growl from behind me, cursing when my inner walls clamped down around him.

I was unable to mask how heavily I was panting, my limbs twitching from the aftereffects of such an intense orgasm.

Thorin stroked me, allowing me to ride out the remainder of my orgasm, his soaked fingers working against me so gently that I felt my body lean forward just to hold onto the pleasure.

I opened my eyes finally, turning back to look at him, seeing his pupils blown wide with arousal. I stared as he slowly brought his hand up to his mouth, licking at the juices there before pressing two fingers into my mouth. I moaned around the digits, tasting how exquisite, tangy and salty I was.

Thorin gave me a moment before he pulled away, moving me to lay down while he cleaned up. He came back, his hands still slightly wet from the water and urged me to sit up, his hands going for my shift and helping me back into it. As I struggled with fingers that did not want to listen, he got up from the bed again and went to where my elven robes still laid pooled on the floor, bending over to pick them up. He held them out for me, spread in a way that indicated he would help me into them. My legs were almost boneless, useless for a moment when I tried to stand.

He was just as patient as before, waiting for me to find my own pace until I was in front of him and slipping into the robes. His fingers made easy work of the ties, smoothing out fabric, before he ran a hand through my still drying hair.

"Get some rest." He murmured, his hand a comforting presence against my head before he stepped away.

I wasn't even quite sure what any of it meant. I didn't understand why he didn't take his own pleasure and I certainly didn't understand if it was because of something I did. I breathed out, unable to really process much of anything now that my brain was utterly destroyed from my orgasm.

I turned around and left his bedroom, grateful when I saw that none of the other dwarves seemed to have noticed the shout that came from my lips earlier. I went back to my room, closing the door and saw Fili and Kili on the bed, the younger of the two now sleeping fully and Fili waiting for me. When his eyes saw me, he drank me in from top to bottom and motioned for me to join them on the bed.

Eagerly I joined him, hardly understanding the smile that Fili had on his lips or even when he kissed me deeply, only knowing that I was wanted and that he would provide what I needed.