She walked toward him, the landscape before them magnificent. It was familiar, and still very new. She stepped close to him, wrapping her hands around his waist, leaning her cheek on his back, closing her eyes and smelling the familiarity of him.
Thorin tried to move, to see her.
"You have been avoiding me." The prince said when she refused to meet his One. "You have been unreachable in these days."
How much she wanted to say it. How much it pained her mind, but she couldn't say anything, just lured her head under Thorin's armpit to look the sky. She remembered that feeling. How it burned her soul.
The Dragon's Breath.
"Maybe in the next life we can be again like this," she whispered.
"Shar…" Thorin started but she reached his lips and kissed him. "Hush my One. Just, hold me now. Hold me in your arms. Time flows so fast."
And he held her.
"I can't… Not yet…" she murmured on his chest.
"What are you saying?" Thorin tried to lift her chin up, to look at her and finally, finally she met his.
"I don't want to let go of you just yet, but I'm afraid that I have to. But you are always on my mind, on my thoughts time and time again. Ever after. Maybe someday…" She cherished his cheek, watched how his eyes came wary.
"You're not making sense. Are you… leaving?"
"Never. I'm always here to you." She closed her eyes, and Thorin let her hug him tightly.
"Promise?" He asked, wondering.
"Promise." Knowing that he couldn't understand what kind of promise it was. Time after time. Life after life. Not enough time ever. Maybe someday.
Maybe in the next life she could stay on his side.