Well they made it through the worst part. Whew! I feel so much better. Now on to the next chapter cause the past two were hard to write. Let's see what lies ahead for Thorin and Philicia now that the mountain has been reclaimed. Over the next few chapters I am going to be introducing several new characters. Enjoy.

Disclaimer I don't own any of the Hobbit Characters, those belong to Tolkein. I only own my OCs.

Chapter 47

Loves Promise

Over the next several day's Thorin was improving greatly. He could now walk around unassisted but had someone go with him due to bouts of weakness that would come upon him with no warning. "I can walk to The Great Hall by myself." He barked at Oin defensively. "I know that I just want to make sure ya don't stumble on them blasted stairs." So Thorin relented and let Oin walk with him. Every since Erebor had been reclaimed by the dwarves and the battle had been won a victory celebration had been carefully planned but put on hold as everyone awaited The king's recovery. They all refused to have a celebration without Thorin there. Fili who had taken charge in his uncle's place was more than happy to turn over his authority as acting king back to Thorin. "I am very proud of you, you did what I could not." Thorin had told his heir early that same afternoon. "I was glad to do it uncle however I am not ready I have much to learn still." Thorin agreeded and touching their foreheads together Fili left to let his uncle ready himself for the celebration. Some of the Dwarves that had come with Dane were expressing that they wanted to come to Erebor. And now for the past few week's they had been pouring in so fast there was barely enough time to get homes ready for them. Men women and children were coming daily in large caravans carrying what belonging's they could in wagons and on ponies and their back's. The secondary hall had been opend up for overflow people as the cleared homes had filled up quickly. Some of the famalies had requested that their homes that they had lived in before the dragon came be restored to them. Thorin had spent all morning sighning document's to make sure any disputes were resolved swiftly. Now as he decended the stairs to The Great Hall Philicia was there waiting for him. "Are you ready my heart?" He asked her taking note of her shaking hand's. "Here , raise your right hand palm up and flat. I am going to place mine over yours and then we will walk in together." "Oh god I feel queasy." She said as the massive wooden doors to The Great Hall were pulled open. Thorin took a moment to study her. She had on a dress that she had created herself. It was made of silver silk and Sapphire Blue trim had been sewn into the sleeves and bottom skirt along with the bottice making the dress look very regal. "Their Royal Highnesses Fili and Kili Sons Of Dis Princess of Erebor." Balin's voice rang out loud and clear as the Two Durin Prince's stepped into the Great Hall "Here we go, now smile and hold your head high." Thorin instructed her. "His Royal Magesty. Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror,Oakenshield, King, Under the Mountain and The Lady Philicia Renee Anderson of Woodland Hills." The cheering was loud for just a second till the crowd took in the human woman being escorted by their king. A hush fell over the large room as murmurs were heard all around. "Come Philicia." Thorin said as he led her to the high table where Bard the dragon slayer was along with Thranduil and Lord Elrond of Rivendell along with Fili and Kili. "Wow"Kili gasped you look ,beautiful!" He said turning to Philicia as she took her seat next to Thorin. Suddeny Thorin stood up."Welcome, to one and all . We stand here on the brink of a new begenning for all, Dwarves, Elves and Men and Hobbit's."Thorin looked down to Bilbo who was seated with the company at a long table that had been placed directly below them. "We set out from The Shire that April morning with hope in our heart's and now here we are. Erebor is our's. Now let's feast." Thorin shouted out and all cheered as a horn sounded. The side door's opend an several dwarves carrying platters laden with roasted vegetables breads and meats fresh on the bone were brought out. Plates were brought to the kings table and everyone waited for Thorin to take the first bite. After that everyone started eating. Soon a food fight broke out at a table in the corner. "Do not even think about it." Thorin scolded his nephews a they started to rise from their seat's. "That is not behaviour befitting your status as princes ,now behave." Thorin gave them a stern look and they slunked back in their chair's. Suddenly Fili spotted Sigrid in the crowd. "Please excuse me." he said leaving the table in a rush. "Fee, where are you going?" Kili asked as the blond prince hurried away. "What do you think so far my love?" Thorin asked bringing Philicia's hand to his lip's and placing a kiss on her knuckles. "I am very impressed. The last time I was at a gathering this big was when I had gone to a wedding with my parent's." Her laughter spilled over as she went on to tell the story of the roudy reception that she had attended. "It was crazy even the cop's had showed up after that everyone left, so much for the honeymoon." As the evening progressee the tables were shoved aside to clear a large spot in the middle of the room for dancing. The drum's started and then some horns were heard then several people lined the floor in row's as the drum beat increased. "Lady Philicia ,would you care to dance?" Kili asked holding out his hand to her. "Thorin, do you mind?" She asked. He gave a slow incline of his head and then she was being pulled toward the dance floor. "Now just follow me alright." Kili said reaching for her he placed one arm behind her and the other he clasped his hand in hers. She was twirling around to the beat of the music and then they would stomp their feet step back ward, clap and step forward ,then repeat. After a few dances Philicia was out of breath and telling Kili she was going to sit this one out she went to rejoin Thorin at the high table. As she walked past a couple of dwarrowdam's she unexpectiadly heard Thorin's name fall upon the lip's of one of the women. "But when he tires of his human whore I will be queen. My father brought me here hoping that I would catch the king's eye." The two women glared at Philicia as she stopped then swept past them. Her mind was whirling as she sat down next to Thorin. "You looked amazing out there." He said his hand brushing her cheek. "Thank you but I was really hoping for a dance with you." She said her face forlorn. "I am not yet healed enough to be participating in rigirous activity, my heart." Thorin saw her eyes drop and a sigh escaped her lip's. 'I know and I should have not even have asked." Suddenly the music slowed .There was a piano being played softly and a harp could be heard along with the steady beat of a drum. "But may perhaps this would not be too strenuious to try. My Lady ,may I have this dance?" Philicia positivly beamed as she was led to the middle of the floor by The king. "Don't strain yourself." She said as Thorin's hand came around her back and the other entwined with her's. Thorin led Philicia around the floor as the whole room fell silent .People were starting to form a circle around them and soon they were the only two dancing as soft wispers were heard around the Grand hall. "We have a similar dance to this it's called a waltz." She said her hand giving Thorin's a soft squeeze. Philicia suddenly thought of the dwarven woman's word's and she looked up at Thorin tears spilling over. "Thorin, can, can I ask you something?" He met her eye's then. "What is it ?" Philica shifted slightly. "If someone else came along . Someone more worthy to be at your side would you ..." She drifted off not being able to finish. "Philicia, What would make you think something like that?" Philica cast her eye's downward not wanting to meet his. Thorin knowing something was troubling her gently cupped her chin in his hand bringing their faces to meet. 'What has happend my love?" Philicia spotting the two women standing within the circle of dwarves let her eye's glance over at them. Thorin did not miss where she looked as suddenly turned her around so to get a better view of who she had glanced at. Upon spotting the two dwarven females he made a sour face. "What did they tell you?" He softly commanded her. "The-they said I was nothing but your human whore and when you tired of me the one with the blond hair said she would be , be queen." Philicia not caring weather people saw or not wrapped her arm's around Thorin as he clenched his fists tightly the anger evident in his stance. "Philicia I know whom you speak of that is Lady Aleiah. She is the daughter of one of the high council members from The Iron Hills. She is cruel and vain and I would sooner marry an orc than have a woman such as her at my side. Her only desire is to be queen besides I have it on high authority she has a several lovers. She is the whore ,not you. Come let us sit I am a bit sore." Thorin led her back to her seat and went immediatly to speak to Balin. "Take her to my Father's study." Thorin walked back to where Philicia was bearing a plate of sweet tarts and several varities of cakes. They sat there for a few minutes till Balin from a distance nodded his head at Thorin informing him she was waiting. "I will return shortly my love. Dwalin stay with her." Thorin said as he walked away with Balin.

The door opend and Lady Aleiah gave Thorin a regal curtsy "Do not bow to me. you have not earned it." Thorin snarled at her. Balin stood at the door blocking her way just in case she tried to make a run for it." My king ,what ever are you speaking of?" The dwarrowdam asked innoscently. "HOW DARE YOU?" Thorin roared at her drawing Orcrist and raising it up . "Thorin no. She is not worth it. "Balin shouted grabbing Orcrist before Thorin could remove the womans head. "Get her out of my sight." Thorin said shoving the woman at Balin. Balin said nothing as he led Lady Aleiah away. Once they were down the corridor a ways Balin finally spoke. "You know calling Lady Philicia a whore is not a wise thing to do. The king is very fond of her and if I were you I would learn to curb my tonuge." Balin returned the girl to her father explaining to him what his daughter had done. "And it might be a wise decision to leave as soon a you can." Lord Areion slipped Balin an angry look and drug his daughter out of the room Balin could make out his angry voice as the doors shut behind them.

"Dwalin where did Thorin go to?" She asked her eye's scanning the room. "A, lass he went to take care of something with Balin he will return shortly." Dwalin reassured her. No sooner did she start to rise when Thorin slid in next to her. "Thank you Dwalin" Thorin inclined his head at his friend. 'Think nothing of it." Dwalin said as he walked away. The rest of the evening went without incident everyone being completly unaware of what had transpired. The celebration winded down as the hour grew late. What guests were not laying in a stupor under the tables and passed out where they stood started slowly departing to their respected quarters. Bard had left a few hours ago and Thranduil was making to leave for Mirkwood in the morning along with Gandalf and Bilbo. "Is everything ok?" Philicia asked . "All is well ."Thorin said gracing her with a warm smile as he reached for her hand. "Walk with me."He said as Philicia stood and took The kings hand in hers. Once they were a ways down the corridor she asked where they were going having passed the bridge that led to the royal hallway's. "I want to show you something, come Philicia. 'They went over a bridge and turned a corner. After walking down a long passiageway Thorin lit one of the braziers on the wall and Philicia gasped. Before her was a glass wall with several varieties of flowers lined up along the clear panes. "OH wow this is beautiful!" She said. "Come there is more."Thorin opend the door which was made of glass also and Philicia was greeted with a sudden warmpth and humidity." This was my mothers flower garden. She would come here when she was deeply troubled or just needed to think. This place with it's tranquil setting was soothing to her. Thorin led her to the middle of the garden and sat her down on a wooden bench. "I thought you might find some peace here also." Philicia let her eye's take in the beauty of the greenry around her. There were several flowers she reconized from her world there. She had spotted the rosebushes that were lined up in rows and the yellow pansies were in front of them. There were also petunias, several schrub's . There were also Iris's, An apple tree and a pear tree bursting with the succlent fruit. "At least I know where Bombur get's the apples for his tart's now."Philicia laughed. "Thank you for this." She wispered throwing her arm's around his neck and pulling him to her for a kiss. "Philicia , do you remember when you first told me that you loved me?" Thorin softly spoke as his thumbs brushed against her cheeks. "I remember, you were so sick and I was so scared." Thorin sat down next to Philicia and pulled her onto his lap. "And do you remember the night we spent in that old house in The Shire. The night I told you that I had heard what you had said?" Philicia reached up and brushed the back of her hand across his bare cheek." Philicia I love you more than even this mountain itself. Nothing, nothing is more important than you. The ring I gave you on your birthday, my heart. that was a promise, a promise to marry you once Erebor was reclaimed. Now that it is done my word's and my promise still hold true. I will have no other as my queen. You are my one. I have known it since the first day I found you lying in the mud." Philicia searched his eye's and finding only honesty and love there she laid her head on his chest and cradled in Thorin's arms drifted off to sleep. Thorin sat there for a while just listening to her soft breathing before laying her down gently and summoning a nearby guard to carry her back to her room. Kissing her gently he pulled the plankets up and slowly stoked the fire tossing another log on it he crept to the door shutting it quietly behind him.