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Divergent fires
Several days later, at the break of dawn and as the city was beginning to wake up from it's deep slumber, two figures were walking at the King's halls, in quiet companionship. One was the imposing ginger-head lieutenant with the bright green eyes and the handsome smile that Thorin had labelled as Dis's greatest threat. The other a dark haired stout dwarf, that had a rather attractive face and a distinct military bearing. He had his hands crossed behind his back and his eyes cast thoughtfully to the floor as they passed under the restored wall drapes that still had the claw marks of the dragon on them. As the bell stroke once to call upon the new day, they stopped and looked at each other with brotherly love.
"Dongar, I am so glad to be here", Nyrthrasir said.
"I am happy you are here too. Was it a difficult journey?" Dongar's hand landed on Nyrthrasir's shoulder.
"No more difficult than what me and my wife had to go through back in the IronHills", Nyrthrasir cast his eyes to the floor again, feeling distressed at that memory.
"What happened to you was the work of a devil. You didn't deserve such cruel punishment, even though you've made several very serious mistakes to end up in that dire position", Dongar raised his brow.
"Don't you think I know I messed up bad? I've been trying to find a way out of the IronHills ever since I was torn down. We barely had enough money to eat, Dongar. We were struggling everyday for the basics. No one wanted to employ me", Nyrthrasir shook his head and his eyes filled with tears.
"Here you have a second chance. Just please…please don't mess up again. Opportunities like these don't come thrice in a lifetime. You used your first chance in the IronHills. Don't destroy your second one", Dongar's voice had a tone of warning that made the other man gaze up gloomily.
"I'd rather die than blow our chances here. When I learned that there were openings in Erebor's new army I told Myrna that we had an opportunity to build a new life here" Nyrthrasir shook his head, "We travelled alone, deciding to keep away from any kind of company on purpose. When we arrived here and saw the walls of Erebor getting rebuild that hope flourished in our hearts. We joined the long lines of all the newcomers and patiently waited our turn to register. There was a sweet red headed girl that took our names that day and showed us in. When my eyes fell on the she-demon, I felt all my hopes crumbling to ash within the blink of an eye. Myrna was right next to me, poor woman, but thankfully she didn't understand my distress", he blanched at the memory of that accursed morning.
Dongar crossed his arms, "Did she recognise you?"
"Most certainly. She had arrived with all her court and her sister a few moments before we were allowed in. It was a just a strike of bad luck that we entered at that moment. Five minutes earlier or later and she would have missed me. She wouldn't have ever known that I was here. She'd be following the princess around and the King's court and I'd be out training with the rest of the soldiers with a heavy helmet on my head, practically unrecognisable".
Dongar raised his brow, "It was unlucky indeed. Did she speak to you?"
"She had the audacity to approach me and my wife as if we had always been family friends. She assumed that benevolent smile you know well and wished us the best of luck in our new life", Nyrthrasir rubbed his forehead. "At that moment she made me question my decision to relocate".
"Did she make any attempts to approach you again?"
"Thank heavens no. When I put down my name for the trials and they recruited me as a lieutenant, I thought she was going to repeat her usual antics, like she had done at the IronHills. I cannot suppose without error what is going on through that demonic mind of hers. Maybe she has found other victims, much more interesting than me".
"Possibly", Dongar frowned.
"I know I made a grave mistake and I've lived the rest of my days regretting it. I was in despair because our marriage was not going well, nevertheless I cannot be excused for what I did. I betrayed Myrna and acted against whatever is held sacred by our kin, but I cannot take back my vile actions. I've been unfaithful to my beloved wife, not only once with Karunn but several times over. When I told that evil woman that it was over, she threatened to reveal everything to Myrna unless I quit her uncle's army and become a miner. She wanted to take her revenge on me and see us suffer. We lost our money, our house and our prestige. My wife was forced to work as a cleaner in very harsh conditions and you know how poor her health is. Karunn never felt a hint of empathy for this kind hearted woman who did nothing wrong in this accursed love triangle. I think she was hoping for Myrna to abandon me or maybe die. Then she could reemerge as my guardian angel and offer to save me from my dire situation. Maybe if I had faced lord Fain, I could have broken the chains that she had twisted around me. Chains that she still holds with her little finger and threatens to tighten them around my neck in the smallest of causes once more. I am burdened with so much guilt towards my lovely wife and I fear for her life. Myrna is caught right in the middle and learning about my betrayal will kill her". Nyrthrasir closed his eyes dejected.
"You were dishonourable towards Myrna and downright idiotic to mess with Karunn just for a few moments of pleasure. She is one of the most dark, malevolent and manipulative creatures I have ever met, not that your grave mistakes didn't help all this. You allowed her to manipulate you close to destruction". Dongar rubbed his face.
"It was the most horrid deed of my miserable existence and it will haunt me forever. Especially when Karunn is around and I know that she is capable of tightening her grip on me. Is it true that she left, for only then I can breathe freely again", Nyrthrasir's eyes looked up impatiently.
"Yes she did. That was a rather peculiar situation…" Dongar frowned thoughtfully.
"I heard she left completely alone", Nyrthrasir raised his brows.
"Yes, a rather unexpected reaction", Dongar pursed his lips.
"She goes nowhere without her family. What she did is rather out of character, but I cannot deny that it gave me a huge breather. I don't want to be around her and I don't want her sniffing around Myrna. Especially now that we learned about her pregnancy. You know we've been trying to conceive for many years. I thought the maker would never bless our love with an offspring, exactly because of my betrayal". Nyrthrasir felt his eyes welling and averted them from his friend. "If Myrna ever learns the truth she's going to give up on life. Her heart had never been strong, but the last years she's grown weaker. She cannot suffer for my idiocy. I will do everything to protect her and our unborn child. You know how much I love her, despite my shortcomings".
Dongar smiled up brightly, "I know brother. Everyone here from our old comrades is happy about the pregnancy and above all me".
Nyrthrasir grasped his forearm and squeezed, "I want you to bless my child with the spirit of Vala Aule brother".
"I will", Dongar grinned happily.
"Myrna believes she conceived the first night we arrived here in Erebor! If that is not a sign that my family is exactly where it belongs in order to prosper, I don't know what is."
Dongar smiled, "It is a sign that you are not allowed to mess up again".
Nyrthrasir beamed up to him for the first time that evening, "I swear on my life that I will not. Now tell me, do you know what happened and that she-devil decided to take her dark energy away from this holy place? Bless Mahal's beard!"
"No one can tell with certainty. There are some rumours that the King cornered her about some incident with one of his staff and that heavy words had been thrown at her. Even Princess Dis is low on the details", Dongar shook his head.
"Playing around Oakenshield must equal playing around fire, but she is moronic enough to overlook common sense if she can satiate her animosity towards her victims. I wouldn't be surprised if she exposed her evil ways to the eyes of the King and made herself an easy target. Actually I hope that is what she did and she got stripped to the bones…if she has any", he frowned angrily.
"Don't underestimate your enemies my friend. I don't believe she's moronic. I wonder what she did that caused such a strong comeback from the King himself", Dongar said thoughtfully.
"We'll probably never learn. Do you know if he banned her from Erebor, or is she free to return?" Nyrthrasir's eyes held a shade of fear.
"That detail eludes me", Dongar pressed his lips.
"That doesn't make me feel safe", Nyrthrasir averted his eyes thoughtfully.
"I wouldn't worry so much. As long as you remain in the Lonely Mountain and Oakenshield is at the throne she won't be able to do anything to you. Her word has no value anymore to him and in consequence to his sister and his whole court. She made a grave mistake by exposing herself. The King has his eyes on her and damn is it a heavy gaze brother", Dongar wiped his forehead, for the first time betraying his own troubled mind.
Nyrthrasir raised his brow silently, "sounds like you are talking from personal experience. Does he have his eyes on you too perchance?"
"Yes! His stare is crashing me daily…", Dongar sighed, feeling truly spent from Thorin's torments.
Nyrthrasir sneered, "I've heard he's been cornering you about his sister".
"Oh, of course. Everybody's heard by now and those who haven't heard, have seen what he's been doing to me", Dongar's jaw flexed.
"Nothing stays hidden forever. Especially when you have the head of the seven families, right on your back".
"I am trying to keep low and stir clear from trouble, but he is heavy on my case", Dongar shook his head. "You know I've thought many times of returning back to the IronHills. Nothing I do for him or his sister satisfies him. On the contrary everything I do seems to annoy him".
"Why don't you go back home then?" Nyrthrasir raised his brow already knowing the answer.
Dongar exhaled feeling defeated, "I've got nothing back in the Ironhills. I have everything I want right here in Erebor. Ever since I laid eyes on her, I was instantly in love. I don't want to leave her alone here".
Nyrthrasir frowned, "The princess is hardly alone! She's got her brother who is the King of the damned stronghold, her son who is the heir to the throne, her cousin who is one of the butchers of Azanulbizar and all her ladies of honour. Don't act like she's a damsel in distress. It's quite the opposite actually. You are the one in distress, by having the King crashing your back to smithereens, just for looking at her".
Dongar rubbed his forehead feeling rather uncomfortable admitting this to his friend, "Plain and simple, I don't want to leave her side".
"You bloody idiot. She's a princess of the crown! You'll never be able to be with her. Maybe you should avert your eyes and pull back before things take a nasty turn, or explode right into your face", Nyrthrasir wised.
"She's a woman who lost her son. She needs all the care she can get", Dongar said and his eyes welled.
"You are projecting because you lost your wife in that accursed battle. You think her brother is not giving her any care? You think that Dongar, the knight in shining armour, must step in to console her?" Nyrthrasir shook his head dismissively.
"No, you troll's nose-hair! I want to offer her my company whenever she requires it. I need nothing more that the meagre allowances she offers me. Just standing next to her is enough for me", Dongar said annoyed.
"Well, you have to pass through the fires of Mount Doom to reach her apparently. I don't think Oakenshield is ready to hand her over to you", Nyrthrasir shook his head.
"No, he is not", Dongar agreed.
"What do you think of the King then, now that you had the opportunity to get to know him", Nyrthrasir asked quietly as they resumed their walk after a few silent moments.
"He's a bloody legend, the equals of which you cannot come across these days. Possibly the only one able to unite all the families under the King's gem and make the dwarven Kingdoms great once more. What more can I say about him?" Dongar's eyes were downcast.
"You admire him…"
"To the utmost, but he also terrifies me", Dongar smiled sadly, "I wish I could convince him about how honourable are my intentions towards his beloved sister…"
"Did you get a chance to talk to him?"
"Apart from my third degree you mean?" Dongar felt bitter.
Nyrthrasir snorted and shook his head, "He gave you one?"
"Oh, he did and it was rather painful. It was almost impossible to answer every personal question and keep my cool under such cold scrutiny, especially when I knew who it was that was asking me".
"So after that third degree, did you ask for a new audience?"
"Multiple times", Dongar winced.
"He didn't see you", Nyrthrasir get a certain nod.
"No. What do you think it's easy to get an audience from him?" Dongar pursed his lips.
"As a Lieutenant of Lord Dain's army, I'd thought it was", Nyrthrasir frowned.
"Not when he thinks you are after his sister. He makes my life hard every single second of the day. First he ordered Dain to diminish my rank in the army and forced me to do chores that some may consider dishonourable for a soldier, like cleaning toilets. Then he acted like I didn't exist whenever I tried to address him, in front of all my comrades, but above all in front of his sister. Then he persuaded Dain to remove me from my abode on the first levels where all the officers are based. I was ordered to raise a tent right outside the walls of Erebor. The only tent out there in the snow was mine and it was next to the bloody entrance so everyone could see me! Afterwards he relocated me as a sentinel at the outskirts of Erebor and forgot to relieve my shift for four days straight! When I returned to the city, I was blue and stuttering for half a day, before I could feel my heartbeat strong again and I am one of the toughest out there", Dongar sounded partly amused, partly annoyed by Thorin's shenanigans.
"Alright…it doesn't sound that bad. Nothing too exceptional. More or less what any lord would have done to a possible courtier of his sister", Nyrthrasir flicked a shoulder.
"Wait…You haven't heard the best of it yet", Dongar raised his brow.
"What?"
"When I returned from that nightmarish shift, he ordered his maiden to bring me all the dirty laundry of Princess Dis. When I asked her what I was supposed to do with it, the poor girl was unable to deliver Oakenshield's orders loud enough. That's how degrading they were", Dongar shook his head.
"What the hell did he made you do?" Nyrthrasir crossed his arms truly amused.
"I had to wash the Princess's clothes, alongside all the cleaning dames, in the River Running, on a day where our comrades had a training session next to the river! Hang them out to dry and bring them back to her in a laundry basket in the middle of the day through the main hall!" Dongar's face mounted red.
Nyrthrasir broke down to a roaring laughter.
"Shut up! You had to see the faces of our comrades when I did it! I was not only ridiculed by Oakenshield, but by them afterwards. They knew what I was being punished for and said I deserved it!"
"Did you take the clothes to the Princess?" Nyrthrasir wiped away his nose and still felt traces of mirth bubbling in his stomach.
"Of course. I entered her room loftily and gave her the clean clothes. When she turned to me confused, I told her that it was my honour to take care of her laundry and if she needed anymore help I would be more than happy to do her bidding", Dongar smiled brightly.
"Oh, you sly bastard, you turned that around pretty well!" Nyrthrasir grinned.
Dongar nodded, "Was a nice twist in this tag between me and the King. I don't know if she ever confronted him with what happened, but I never got another laundry order. Now I await my next torture…"
"Were there any petty-coats in that laundry by the way?" Nyrthrasir raised his brows.
"No, you twisted old goat! What do you take them for, idiots?" Dongar shook his head and Nyrthrasir laughed again heartily.
Several voices that were coming from the other side of the wall, interrupted their mirth and they turned around to check what was happening. Three soldiers run through the entrance and their faces betrayed that something rather serious had taken place.
"What's going on?!" Dongar grabbed one by the arm and stopped him.
The soldier looked at him and tried to catch his breath, "Fire, south-east halls, fifth level mining caverns, furnace number four collapsed on workers. King's advisor amongst the trapped. We have to notify the King!"
His recount was straight as an arrow and to the point. Dongar released him and gave Nyrthrasir an apprehensive look before bolting towards the direction the soldiers came from and to the corridors that led down to the fifth level. The entrance was filled with confused commoners and soldiers alike that had no clear idea what was going on down in the deep.
Just as mayhem was taking place in the fifth levels, in Thorin's bedroom there was perfect peace and quiet. They were sleeping in his bed after making love almost through the whole previous evening. In his sleep he had turned away from her and was now sprawled on his side of the bed in prone position, his upper body totally uncovered and the remaining blanket somewhere between his upper thighs and his bare buttocks. It was the soft caress of her nails that send the first goosebumps waking up his skin and alerting his brain….and weren't those nails truly playful that morning? They started from his shoulder blades and met at the middle of his back. There they lingered as they counted every star of Durin and then outlined the crown. They gathered his long hair in a ponytail and tucked it above his shoulder, before playfully gliding around his stiff deltoids. He exhaled and placed his palm under his cheek intending to enjoy thoroughly what she was trying to do to him. Her fingers skimmed over every exposed inch of skin and mauled every muscle, slowly going lower and lower. When they reached the small of his back, he visibly tensed and she snorted.
"You're playing with fire", his voice was coarse.
"Oh, did I wake you up?" she pretended to be surprised.
"You woke up several parts of me", he said acutely.
"Wonderful. Good morning handsome. I keep finding you next to me every morning. You haven't made a run for it yet, so I will reward your bravery. Especially now that I am beginning to learn what makes you tick", she whispered and her fingers offered their place to her nails that floated softly above his buttocks and began an airy caress that made him tense even more.
He looked above his shoulder, "You woke up in a good mood".
"Wasn't that expected after what you did to me yesterday? What more would anyone want to be in a good mood?" She said smoothly and her small hands squeezed his tight muscles fervently.
He stifled a groan on the pillow and felt his already weighty morning arousal, pressing onto the mattress, "Are you sore this morning?"
She moved her hips around and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling of his bed, "Nope…just wet, warm and eager for another session, men gonnaz khuzi*"
He huffed, "where have you been hiding all this inferno Eilin? You are so delicate, I am always afraid I am going to break you…", he said, but his words were cut mid sentence by a sharp intake of breath, when he felt her full and firm breasts touching the small of his back. Then her wet mouth planted a warm kiss on his spine that made him heave. She straddled him and massaged his back with her upper body, while planting wet kisses all over his shoulder blades. Her thighs clamped hard around his hips, keeping him locked under her.
"You like this?" She whispered and her lips ghosted on his exposed nape.
His prickled skin answered to her, long before his mouth admitted a defeated, "Oh, yes".
"I yearn to make your strong body relax…" she said and her tongue came out to lap at the side of his neck.
His hand came up and cupped the back of her head, keeping her to him, "you are not making me relax…I can tell you that with certainty".
"What am I doing to you then?" She whispered and skimmed her chaffed nipples on his sensitive skin.
His sharp gasp was followed by a chocked laugh, "we are in the wrong position right now for me to show you…"
She opened up her mouth and her teeth nipped his skin making his skin break with goosebumps. "I like you like this. It gives me ample space to grope you", her hands tracked down his sides, enjoying his strong muscles tightening in response, before attempting to burrow between the mattress and his stomach.
His fingers sank hungrily into her long mane and he pulled her up until their lips locked gently. Then her hand sneaked under his hip bone and palmed his erection with a self assurance that tore a broken moan away from him. "Oh, that is what I am doing to you. Alright, I have no problems with that".
"Eilin, for heaven's sake….have mercy", he frowned feeling both tremendously aroused and annoyed.
"I will, now kiss me", she dared his lips.
His mouth opened up to give her an unbridled kiss that erupted a river of lava between her legs. She allowed him all dominance of her mouth as her small hand wrapped around his substantial thickness. Every thrust of her fist send a groan from his mouth into her throat and a new onrush of fire into her loins that clenched with the need to feel him.
"More…", she muttered wanting to see him unravel, to delight at the look of orgasmic abandon on his face, like he had done to her so many times. It was so arousing to have so much control over this man's pleasure that she never wanted to stop now that she had the upper hand. She wanted his every groan and blissful expression, to be devoted to her. She kept a steady pace on him, hungrily taking in the sudden mounting of colour on his cheeks and the way his free hand had made a tight ball of the sheets. Her body shivered by how easily his hips lifted both of them off from the mattress in order to allow her the freedom to play. Her breath became heavier just by looking at him in ecstasy. She didn't even feel her lower body bucking on his buttocks in a desperate need to offer herself some relief from the painful heat that throbbed in her nether regions, even though he had hardly touched her.
When she burrowed her other hand under him and gripped two fists around him, his breathy, appreciative moan was enough to make her smile on his back. He thighs clamped even harder around him and her tongue came out to taste the saltiness of his sweaty skin. The moment her lips touched the side of his neck gently and her nose inhaled his muskiness, he grabbed her hair roughly. His face settled and his jawline flexed, "firmer…", he whispered with such rich half-broken undertones that her body responded with a new flow of wetness.
She bit her lower lip and she followed his intstructions, "like this?"
"Yes", the word was barely heard. As he was coming closer and closer to the ultimate bliss and his body was becoming undone, her need to feel him inside her became almost unbearable.
Her onslaught continued almost breathlessly from both sides, until she felt his chest hitching under her breasts and his erection throbbing. Then she knew he was there and she counted inwards for him, "I want everything from you", she whispered. Those words held a far deeper meaning than the carnal intimacy of the moment. His thick brows came together and he drew in a ragged breath as he stood right at the edge of the precipice.
"You have everything", he whispered and her fists allowed him to sail free. His fingers twisted painfully around her mane and brought her down with him. Several broken vowels thundered with his deep voice into the room. She sucked the softness of his neck as the convulsions of his weighty arousal warmed her palms with his want. Each spurt from him, send a hungry clasp at her inner muscles that remained unsatisfied as she was left behind in this sudden morning trip to the ultimate ecstasy.
She delighted on his burning skin, on the jerks of his strong hips and at his animalistic sounds that woke up a deep carnal part of herself. Something that now screamed for satisfaction."Sweet heaven Thorin! That was amazing…", she exhaled, not understanding how his eruption had caused her, shortness of breath.
"Your enthusiasm is probably going to kill me", he said trying to catch his breath.
She butted her face onto his nape like a cat, "I thought it was time for me to experiment a little bit on you. Been learning a lot of tricks and I was putting them in store for future use. Did I do good?"
His hand came down and his fingers hooked under her knee keeping her in place, afraid that she was going to pull away from him. He yearned to continue feeling her solid weight, preferably with him turned the other way around, "I can barely catch my breath. What do you think?"
"Perfect, now it's your turn", she whispered and gave him a wet kiss on his nape that made all his hair stand in attention anew.
He leaned his forehead on the mattress trying to gather his scattered brain well enough, in order to reciprocate her services. That is how the urgent knock on the door found them. Him barely breathing as he was trying to get back to reality from one of the most explosive orgasms he had accomplished with Eilin, and with her rocking against his buttocks, trying to make him fill her painful void in some manner.
They both froze and all their sexual overload got grounded hard. She pulled back terrified, "Who's that?"
"Shush", he whispered and waited. For what, he didn't know…it wasn't as if the people that found it necessary to knock on his doors before the break of dawn were going to change their minds and leave, but some stupid thread of his mind hoped they would. Maybe he waited for his racing heart to calm down before it gave up on him. Or maybe he waited for his fading erection to stop wanting more from her.
"My King!" A voice called and then the intense rapping resumed on the panel of his doors.
"Damned beardless rats…" he exhaled onto the mattress and counted inwards, trying to gather back the threads that she had unfolded so easily.
"Thorin…maybe you should answer…" the look she gave at the door had a trace of trepidation.
"What?!" He grumbled so suddenly that Eilin jerked back scared.
A small pause outside his door and then the voice resumed, "We have an emergency my King!"
"What kind of an emergency?!" He sat up and cleared his face from his sweaty hair, feeling truly mad.
Eilin's scared expression mellowed into embarrassed sweetness when her eyes fell at the result of her morning ministrations weeping from the loss of her hand, and the large stain on his sheets, becoming a testament of her skilful work. "I wanted that for a few more things…just so you'd know", she whispered and pointed down at him.
"We are far from over, young lady. I'm going to kill them and come back", he stood up and wore his tunic with a menacing look that didn't go well with his words.
She giggled and rudely enjoyed the view of his strong body, bearing a half fading arousal until he put on his trousers.
"An accident my King! There is a fire, south-east halls, fifth level mining caverns, furnace number four collapsed", the voice cried.
His eyes sobered up quickly as he put on his boots, "I am coming!" His voice instantly regained composure and he looked at Eilin for a brief grave moment that was enough to erase the sexy glow from her cheeks. Her eyes widened in fear and she cupped her mouth. He opened the door carefully and pushed back the soldier that was ready to come in. He closed it securely and looked at the man.
"How the hell did that happen?"
"Explosion Sir", the soldier said.
"Do we have injuries?"
"We don't know yet. Several workers are trapped and your advisor is amongst them. Prince Fili is down there with lord Dwalin", the soldier said and bowed respectfully.
"What?" Clouds of urgent uncertainty passed from his brow.
"We are at your orders, Sir", The soldier stood up.
"Balin is down there?" He winced confused.
"He's trapped Sir!"
He suddenly wanted to ask every question that came to his mind. How the hell did Balin end up trapped under an exploding furnace. Why was he down there in the first place. He wanted to grab the soldier by the lapels and scream at his face demanding the answers, but his logic told him that this man knew nothing. His eyes fixed at the corridor and he pushed the soldier back as his body was overtaken by an urgency that scattered easily all the reminders of Eilin's morning adventures away. He stormed into the room in a manner that made Eilin cover herself surprised, "What happened?"
He shook his head and rushed over at her. He grasped her behind the head and crashed his lips on hers, in a quick but giving kiss. "I need to go. Stay at the upper levels and near the entrance". He spoke upon her lips with a voice that was slightly shaking.
"Thorin you are scaring me, what happened?"
He pulled back and ran to the door, "there is a fire in the lower levels. Do me a favour and stay near the entrance. I want you to get out in the first suspicion of smoke", his eyes were grave, silently demanding her obedience.
She jumped off the bed and grabbed his forearm. Her eyes were filled with dread, "You are not going down there, are you?"
"Of course I am. You stay up, is that understood?" he frowned and his large palm grasped her forearm back with such strength that she immediately released him.
She shook her head confounded, "I don't want you to leave me...no", she whispered not understanding the severity of the situation.
"Stay near the entrance and get my sister there too, is that clear?" he said intoning each word grievously.
She wanted to grab onto him and not allow him a step outside the safe confinements of their room, but his weighty gaze that demanded her full attention, made her sober up quickly. She nodded weakly and felt her eyes welling with tears as sudden fear gripped her insides.
He didn't linger to look at that. He went out like a hurricane and crashed the door behind him. Eilin tightened her grip on the sheets around her naked body and jerked at the sound and at the finality of that action. Then her tears released wet and hot, burning her skin, in the stead of his lips. This was the first time since he recovered that she felt truly afraid for his life and under the new light of her deep feelings for him, that fear, turned quickly into full blown terror. She kneeled heavily on the floor trying to stop her body from shaking as she didn't know in what condition he was going to come back from the inferno that burned deep into the bowels of Erebor...and she felt weak...
...weak and unable to help him. Little did she know that these were ancient, overworn feelings that women of soldiers felt every time their men marched into battle. She was ill equipped to process that new horrifying feeling of seeing the man you love walk away from you and towards danger. This was the first time that she felt her body numbing down in dread at the prospect of never seeing him again and the realisation of how much she loved him, hit her like rock avalanche, stealing her breath away. She didn't even have the chance to speak those bloody accursed words that she was afraid so much. She didn't even get to tell him how much she loved him. That thought alone broke out the first sobs from her chest. She remained there kneeling and crying out her despair, swearing to the maker that if Thorin returned back in one piece she'd reveal her feelings to him, both with words and with as many actions as her poor heart could offer.
A/N:
* my powerful warrior
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