Requested by Nathalie_95. I tried!
Thorin getting jealous and protective over you when he hears you talking with Thranduil.
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His hand squeezed yours harder as Thranduil kept speaking to you. This is a council meeting! Not a time for chit chat, Thorin thought. How dare that elf bastard speak to MY queen like that? Like they were friends? Well…you were friends, but that wasn't the point! The point was, Thranduil was chatting up HIS woman and he didn't appreciate it one bit. Thorin's temper completely flew out the window as Thranduil's slender, pale hand covered yours. You were suddenly pulled out of your seat and dragged out into the hallway and toward your rooms.
"Thorin! Thorin! Stop it," you pleaded, but he obviously ignored you. He opened the door to your room and pushed you in roughly. "Thorin! What the hell has gotten into you?"
"I don't like that elf bastard touching you and speaking to you that way," he stated gruffly. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Oh, this again… You jumped a bit as his fist landed against a wall. "You are MINE! And I won't have other men, especially that bastard elf king, lay their hands on you!"
"Thorin, darling," you started slowly, trying not to rile his temper up. "Thranduil and I are friends. And that's all we will ever be." You carefully walked towards him and tipped his chin down with your fingers so he could look at you. His breathing was heavy with rage and you proceeded with caution. "You know I love you. I love you so much," you whispered to him softly. His gaze softened instantly and you smiled brightly at him. You took his big hands in yours and tenderly stroked his knuckles with your soft fingers. His expression suddenly changed and his face returned to its displeased features. Oh, damn it…
"But he held your hand," he, once again, stated gruffly. "He touched you and I won't allow that." You sighed deeply and let his hands go. You kept your head down as you walked toward the door to let yourself out, but his huge frame blocked the door from you. "Where are you going?"
"Thorin," you grumbled impatiently. You kept your eyes to the floor, not wanting to look at him. "Thorin, I love you. You know I do, but I honestly don't know what to do with you when you're like this. I can try and fight you, convince you, coo at you, even kiss you, but you'll never just accept the fact that Thranduil and I are friends." You looked up at him and he saw the frustration in your eyes. A pang of guilt struck him and it was his turn to avert his gaze. "My love, I know you get jealous but would I ever leave you for another? I love you too much to do something like that." He slowly looked back at your face and he suddenly pulled you into his arms and held you. You froze for a moment in shock, but wrapped your arms around his broad back and buried your head into his thick mane of hair. He gently kissed your temple and held you tighter, as if you'd disappear.
"I love you, my sweet. I love you so so much…just…don't leave me here. I can't bear you angry at me, my sweetling," Thorin shuddered, rubbing the small of your back. You sighed sweetly into his ear and kissed his neck. He pulled back from you and got down on his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your stomach. You stroked his hair and gently caressed his cheek. "Forgive me, my love? Forgive an old foolish dwarf?" You smiled gently at him and slowly had him stand to his full height. You brought his hand to your lips and kissed one of his many rings. He placed his hand on your cheek and you nuzzled into his large, warm palm.
"I forgive you, my love." Thorin beamed at you and swept you off your feet, making you shriek in delight. He kissed your lips deeply and passionately as he carried you to the bed. You moaned into the kiss as he laid you out on the bed and began to kiss down your neck.
"I love you," he groaned as he kept peppering kisses on your skin, making you shudder.
"I love you too, Thorin."
You hated your fights with him but if this is the way he apologized, then why try and stop him?