Let's take a minute to appreciate the beautiful sound of Thorin Oakenshield's voice. I could listen to it all day. Close your eyes, and imagine him whispering your name in his rough and super sexy voice. XD
Disclaimer: I wish I own Thorin Oakenshield's voice. (I don't own anything except the universe that my brain is creating for you to read)
PS. Hi Fire Dolphin! I edited Chapter 1 and added in a few sentences to explain her clothes and the potions. About the Valar not telling Harry about soul mates…*winks* I plan to give the two hot headed sexy assholes a migraine.
Chapter 2
Seriously. Why is it that she always meet hostile people in Middle Earth? Okay fine, that old man wasn't hostile. Harry stomped through the forest, having already walked for a few hours yet she still could not find the exit. She huffed blowing strands of raven hair from her face, perking up on hearing the sound of voices echoing through the forest. More elves? She made sure to have the invisibility cloak wrapped around her body and a feather light charm on her feet. Just in case.
Harry stepped onto a gnarled branch surveying the area with a raise of her eyebrows. There were elves, ransacking, okay fine, doing security checks on a group of short men covered in-She squinted.-Spider web? Oh damn. That has got to be not very fun. The friendly elf she had just met hours ago was there as well, looking as prissy as ever. She hoped he put that bottle of potion to good use. He yelled something in some weird language she did not know and the elves were pushing the short men forward.
Harry blinked following them gingerly. Maybe the elves were leading the short men to the exit of this place! Finally she could escape! She followed behind them, crossing the narrow bridge. Damn it why are there no hand rails? What if someone fell in? She stepped into the large gate without a second thought only to turn to see Mean Elf walking in and two guards closing the door behind her. Oh shit! Did she just do something stupid? How the hell is the exit of a forest through a door? Oh no. Bloody hell!
She groaned mentally, rubbing her temples. Oh well, no point crying over spilt milk. She sighed. She might as well do some sight-seeing. Harry found herself following the group, staring in awe at the intricate design of the place. The staircases were made from tree roots! Everything was freaking made of trees! What happens when they have a termite infestation? She glanced up at the ceiling. Holy shit the ceiling was also made of curly pretty wood designs and was that magical fire too? Damn!-F*CK.
She winced bumping into someone noticeably shorter than her. The tattoo on her arm exploded with pleasure signals, sending warmth through her veins, pooling too low for her liking. It made her feel like a sun, albeit a cosy sun, a very horny sun. Stop it drug tattoo!
"Sorry!" She squeaked on instinct rubbing her jaw. That hurt. His head was super hard, her chin felt really sore. Crap. Her eyes widened. Did she just apologize while wearing the invisibility cloak? Crap crap crap.
"Watch where you're going!" A voice hissed, it was deep and low with voice cracks that sounded so incredibly sexy to Harry. It was like chips of melted dark chocolate, slightly bitter with a tang of sweetness. It rumbled through her body sounding oh so dangerous and-f*cking sexy. Harry shivered and glanced up to meet the most beautiful pair of cerulean eyes, with its hints of the lightest specs of green and gold, she had ever seen in the world.
He had a tall high bridged nose and a thin face. Aristocrat features so perfect they seemed to be shaped and sculptured by a well-known master, with an edge of boyish softness to his features. Blessed with masculine eyebrows that made him look menacing, dangerous and topped off with the sexiest moustache she had ever seen. His hair was a thick chocolate brown that ranged from a light creamy hazel to a dark almost black kind of brown. It curled down his face and to his back. So thick, it made her just want to run her hands through his hair.
Clearly he was way older than her, probably way past her league but still. He was the most dangerous, beautiful and sexiest creature she had ever seen in her life. Well, short creature but anyway. She thought she was going to be lesbian from her past life, but looks like she had no qualms fitting in with the other gender. She blinked, shaking herself out of stupor. Bloody female hormones.
Not to mention, she glanced at him curiously watching as his sexy eyebrows dipped down in a frown of confusion. Was he glowing? She leaned closer to take a look at his face. He really was! Good God! Did men glow here? He shimmered with a faint light, his eyes glinting from its reflection.
It wasn't too bright so that he looked like a human torchlight, or a crazy alien with light spewing out of his eyes. He looked amazing, the soft light complemented his features, making his eyes sparkle. It was like seeing a model with those glowing backlight backgrounds, only he was glowing without those spotlights. Wow!
Harry held back the urge to whistle. He was looking incredibly threatened and confused now. An elf nudged him forward and he turned around to continue up the steps, looking to be in deep thought. She turned to walk the opposite direction to follow where the other elves were taking the short men only to stop. She really wanted to look at him longer. No stop it Harry! You're not here to salivate over a sexy short man! But, he was like the only shiny short men-Argh! Harry stopped pacing to race up the steps to follow the short man. He was too sexy to ignore. Screw this shit. She needed to look at him longer!
She finally finished climbing the long winding steps, panting slightly. How she wished there were elevators. She glanced up to see a whole bunch of guards standing stoically before an impressive throne. It was carved from of smooth wood, and it twisted and curled forming a chair before joining with the ceiling, clearly made from roots of some tree. She squinted at the elf beside the throne and her eyes widened. Holy Merlin balls!
Standing beside the throne, looking as boss like as ever was an elf. A f*cking beautiful elf. Okay, Mean Elf was definitely pretty. However, this elf, this very boss-like looking elf with a crown of twigs, was too beautiful for her virgin eyes. His eyes were an icy ash blue with its shards of silver and olive and it pierced deeply into her, almost as if he could see her there. She shivered slightly. God. Does he always stare into space like this?
While Sexy Shorty had a type of masculine beauty, Boss Elf was feminine perfection. His every feature so utterly symmetrical, he looked like a supermodel on a magazine with constant Photoshop. His skin was that perfect. Good God, were all elves blessed with milky skin? His eyebrows were thicker than the average person, but it gave him a masculine edge to his beautiful features. Possibly the sexiest point of his entire very tall body.
His hair was silky glossy perfection, cascading down his head like a waterfall down to his stomach, the colour so light his blonde hair looked almost silver under the light. It gave him an ethereal sort of beauty, like a male fairy. His hair reflected the light of the lanterns, replicating a halo of light on his head. Was he an angel? Merlin she could stare at him forever.
He was dressed in a rather girly armour, okay fine they were kind of like skin tight robes and Harry could almost see the hints of taut muscles rippling under those sleeves. Oh God his neck was freaking sexy too, with its dips and merlin- Wait stop it Harry! Stop fantasizing over pretty boys and sexy short men! That does it. She was gay. She was definitely gay. F*CK!
"You have found a way in." Boss Elf begun to speak, circling Sexy Shorty like a hawk over his meal. His voice. Oh God all mighty help her. His voice was so smooth and clear! If Sexy Shorty was dark chocolate and caramel, Boss Elf was milk chocolate and smooth cold melt in your mouth filling of those Lindor chocolate truffles. His voice was deliciously smooth, flowing through her like the most romantic serenade. It sounded beautiful and she was utterly charmed. Harry swallowed thickly.
"You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule" He continued and Harry watched as he fluidly stepped back to his throne, as graceful as a ballet dancer. "The King's Jewel, the Arkenstone." Harry blinked. Arkenstone? Wasn't that what the lady said that her tattoo was made of? The way he said it makes it sound as if it were worth billions of dollars.
"It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that." Boss Elf smirked, revealing pearly white teeth. Harry could feel her heart race at that smile. Her face burning from desire, as her heart squeezed tightly. Oh Merlin. "There are gems in the mountain that I too desire. White gems of pure starlight." What? Wasn't that the shiny diamond like flowers growing on her back? Is it expensive too? "I offer you my help." Boss Elf knelt his head down.
Sexy shorty smiled. Bloody hell! That was freaking beautiful. Harry felt as if she couldn't decide who was better looking or more attractive, because both of them were giving her a mental breakdown. He opened his mouth to speak and Harry's brain just stopped working, because the sound was too beautiful for her to even comprehend.
"You have my word. One king to another." Boss Elf called to Sexy Shorty breaking Harry out of her mental stupor. She needed to stop fangirling! Stop salivating over these two guys! Does her body not understand the meaning of way out of her league? Wait. They were both kings? Ah. SEE BODY? I told you!
"I would not trust Thranduil," Sexy shorty closed his eyes with a bitter smile. Boss Elf's name was Thranduil? Wow. Exotic. "The great king, to honour his word should the end of all days be upon us!" He turned to snap at Thranduil, looking mighty pissed off. Urgh his pissed off voice was damn sexy. Bloody hell she was in love.
"You lack all honour!" He snarled, his cerulean eyes ablaze. God. He looked beautiful angry, albeit really scary considering how epic he looks with his own spotlight looking skin. "I've seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you turned your back." He growled angrily raising his voice "You turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us!"
"Imrid amrad ursul!(Die a death of fire!)" Sexy Shorty snarled his voice filled with emotions. He spat those words, his voice so filled with anger and hatred, his eyes piercing hot on Thranduil. Oh oh. Harry bit her lips, watching the drama unfurl before her eyes. Although, the way Sexy Shorty said that has got to be the number one most hot thing she has heard in her entire life.
"Thorin." Thranduil sneers at him. Wow. Sexy Shorty's name is Thorin? Another 'Th' starting name. Did all hot guys here have names starting with 'Th'?
"Do not talk to me of dragon fire." Thranduil leans close to Thorin, his eyes burning with emotion. Wow that was fast! Wait. Dragons? Ah, they have dragons here. Who knew? "I know its wrath and ruin." Thranduil snaps, spitting the words out as if they pained him greatly.
He closed his eyes, showing an expression of pure pain and torture. Harry watched her heart clenching tightly with sorrow and pity. Harry watched in horror as the left half of his face shimmered and begun to change showing the ruined muscles of his skin. It pulsed with dark magic and Harry's breathe hitched. His eyes…They were light blue and unseeing. God. He needed lots of potions. That has got to hurt so badly.
"I have faced," Thranduil spoke with much difficulty, "the great serpents of the north." He stepped back, letting the illusion go back into place, showing pale milky skin again. I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he would not listen." Thranduil bites back coldly stepping back to sit on his throne. Harry really wanted to take a look at his wound. She really wanted to. She bet she could easily heal it. She stepped closer to him, staring up at his face with a frown. She reached her hand out unable to stop herself from curiosity.
"You are just like him." Thranduil spits only to freeze. Harry stroked his cheek sending a smooth wave of magic, trying to eliminate the dark magic that ate at his flesh. She would have succeeded if not for the pleasurable jolt of warmth that erupted from her flower tattoo, which caused her to falter.
She stifled a moan that threatened to escape. That felt hundred times better than when she touches it herself. God why did her tattoos react to hot men this way? Like why? Her eyes travelled to the area she had touched, her eyes widening as she watch emerald flowers begin to bloom on his face. The shit? Whoops what did she do? Crap. She didn't spoil his face did she?
Immediately, Thranduil snatched her hand, gripping her wrist tightly pulling her fingers away from his face. Shit! She forgot that elves were fast! He looked shocked. Honestly, she would be too if she suddenly caught an invisible hand. He stared at her, his eyes flickering with so many different emotions she couldn't read them. He looks as if he could see her the way he was staring so hard at her face-
"SHIT! SORRY!" She yelped, pulling away from him quickly, and hiding under the invisibility cloak. Oh God! He did see her! He pulled her freaking hand out of the invisibility cloak! Why couldn't it be an invisible suit instead? He saw her! Her face, her eyes, everything!
She glanced at her wrist, the place that tingled with warmth of his touch and stared incredulously at the vines of shiny gems of pure starlight that lingered there before slowly melting away to reveal her normal skin. What the shit? She whipped her head back to look at Thranduil who was staring at his hand, which was currently blossoming with tattoos of little emerald flowers which disappeared as well.
Thorin looked as confused as the guards in the room. Harry would be muddled too if someone like Thranduil started to sprout flower tattoos and pull hands out of thin air. Thranduil frowned, his eyes darting around almost as if he were looking for her.
"Guards!" He called, looking very determined. Oh shit! Goodbye! Harry bolted and ran as fast as she could. Away from two of the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen in her entire life. Curse her and her curiosity!
-(.w.)-Thranduil
Thorin Oakenshield, was the most stubborn and annoying dwarf he had ever seen, second only to his grandfather. Thranduil hated the Oakenshield family. He understood Thorin's anger and frustration, as a king he too understood what it felt like to have the lives of people on your shoulders. He had not helped the dwarves fight the dragon because of how he feared that his people would have to suffer like him. Suffer the pain of the dark magic. The long nights awake, writhing in bed.
He did not help them when they came back from the fight, injured and starving, because he was angry. He had told them of the dragon, told them to not be stupid, to not be greedy about their gold. He had told them to go when they can, to escape their home when possible. However, the hard headed dwarves did not heed his words and went against the dragon anyway.
They stole his jewels too. His precious gems of pure starlight. Since young, he had always had a deep love for them. He did not know why he liked them so much, considering how elves weren't like dwarves, so utterly obsessed with stone. But, he was.
His scars were causing him pain as well sending him into the worsts of moods. Then he had felt it. The warm fingers that stroke his cheek, sending a tingle of energy, eliminating the pain and sending a surge of pleasure through his veins from his soul mark. The pleasure and happiness that coursed through his veins were more powerful than ever, the strongest he had experienced. Almost as if, his soulmate was right there touching his face.
Despite not being able to see anything before him, he had reached out and grasped a hand revealing a beautiful sight to him. There his soul mate stood before him. Her eyes were the exact colour as the mark on his skin. Blazing emerald green, it shone with an inner light, the edges of her beautiful orbs were laced with silver and specks of hazel.
Her face was heart shaped, not the usual long thin faces he saw on his kin. However, it fitted her perfectly, considering how her emerald eyes, framed by lush lashes, were large and doe shaped. She stared up innocently at him, her beautiful face framed by ebony hair that spilled down her shoulder in smooth waves. Her skin while not perfect like his kin, was soft and smooth to touch with a rosy red glow to her cheeks.
Oh sweet Valar. Her lips were full and a rose red, moist and parted slightly to reveal straight even white teeth. His eyes dilated at the sight of her, his breath coming out in pants. Suddenly all he could see was her. Every single inch of her. Her beautiful big round eyes, her cute little celestial shaped nose, her sharp eyebrows, petite body with curves at all the right places, her ears, and the tiny hairs on her pale skin. She was perfect. So utterly perfect. Oh Valar. He just wanted her. Nothing else. Just her.
His eyes travelled to her wrist, staring at the flowers on her skin. The little flowers of gems of pure starlight. He felt like laughing. Maybe this was why he loved the gem so much, the gem had a meaning to it after all. It looked beautiful on her, like a bracelet of diamonds on her wrist. She continued to stare at him in confusion only to let out the cutest squeak he had ever heard in his entire life.
Her voice. It was music to his ears, like the sound of wind chimes ringing in the breeze. He could listen to it for eternity. He felt star struck, utterly dazzled by her beauty. He knew he was already in love, deeply in love. Then before his very eyes, she pulled away and disappeared. He blinked, his hand tingled feeling the remains of her warmth. Looks like his little soul mate was more special than he thought.
-(0.0)-
Harry found herself doing a tour of the place, stealing some of their food for a taste. Their vegetables were different from those on Earth and it was pretty interesting to try them. The elves were having some kind of party, and she took the opportunity to venture down to the prison where sexy shorty Thorin was stuck in. Honestly, she still could not decide which of the two was better, Thorin or Thranduil. Thranduil or Thorin. For now, she steered clear away from Thranduil, he might just reach out and grab her anytime.
Currently, she was seated outside his jail cell, staring at sexy shorty. He glowed faintly in the dark, like her own personal night light a comforting glow. She wondered what it would be like to sleep next to him forever protected from the dark-Stop it Harry! She shook her head, pinching her cheeks tightly.
Harry really wanted to ask him. She longed to speak to him, to ask him if he always glowed like that since young. She frowned. It wouldn't hurt to try right? It's not as if he would lock her in jail. He's already locked in it. A question won't hurt would it? Well, screw it. She'll ask him.
Harry flipped off her invisibility cloak. He glanced up, startled by the sound. Cerulean eyes staring heatedly at her. His eyes widened, and she watched as disbelief filled his eyes. What? Haven't seen an invisibility cloak before? She walked up to his jail cell, and clutched at the metal bars, frowning slightly.
"Ps!" She whispered. "I've been staring at you for a while now. Okay, that sounded bloody weird." She glanced down at her hands sheepishly, feeling her cheeks heat up at his piercing stare. Would he quit it already?
"Do you always sparkle like that? Uh crap. No, what I mean to say is do you always have this weird glowing thing on your skin? Because, I don't understand why your other short friends don't have it too." Harry tried to explain, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.
"Amralime. (My love)" Thorin whispers faintly, staring at her looking as if she were the most beautiful being in the world. She raised a brow, cocking her head to a side in confusion. What does that mean? But, bloody hell her brain felt like it was melting having those cerulean eyes bore into her.
"I'm sorry but I will have to go the guards are coming down soon-"Harry explained only to stop, blushing a bright beetroot red at Thorin's interlock fingers with hers. His hand was large and calloused from overuse, but so warm. This time the jolt of pleasure and happiness resounded in waves, and Harry watched as Thorin's eyes practically burned with emotion for her.
He turned her palm over, to kiss it gently, his eyes never leaving hers. Was this really happening? She bet he could feel her pulse racing under her veins, so fast she felt as if it might fall out of her chest anytime. Bloody hell. His lips were so soft on her palm, so blazing hot, and she could almost swear that the skin under his lips was glowing faintly too. She wondered what it would be like to kiss his lips instea-
She leaped back, blushing hotly. Without even sparing a second, she flipped the invisibility cloak over her head, disappearing from view. Good God. Was he a womanizer or something? She took in a deep breath, stepping back into the shadows and away from Thorin. He didn't even answer her question too! Argh!
-(.w.)-
Harry sighed, trudging through the halls of the Wood Elves with a weary sigh. She didn't understand the two beautiful men. While it pleased her greatly that they both seemed pretty attracted to her, well she didn't really know who to choose. Plus, they seem to be really important figures. Kings. Not to mention, did she really have the luxury of dating here in another world?
Firstly, she did not know if they were even male. Maybe females looked like males here and males looked like females. Maybe they don't even fall in love. Maybe they have asexual reproduction? Perhaps, Thorin's kiss was a way to intimidate his enemies? Was she over thinking this? Clearly yes.
She froze on hearing a scream in the distance. A muffled scream. It sounded incredibly familiar and the sound chilled her to the bone, her stomach churned uncomfortably. She gingerly stepped closer to the sound. It was coming from a rather grand looking door, with carvings of trees and stags. She shook her head, pushing open the door. Her breath hitched, and she covered her mouth tightly with her hands to prevent a gasp from escaping.
Thranduil lay entangled in the sheets. He was naked, or at least half naked, the rest of his body covered by white sheets. She would have ogled the taut muscles on his body, that absolutely delectable fibrous bands on his sides, his contracted six packs, and that well defined pectoral muscles longer, if not for the fact that he was clearly in immense pain.
He screamed, the sound so filled with sorrow and pain. His beautiful lean body entangled by bedsheets, his pale milky skin shimmered with sweat. She felt as if it pierced right through her soul, her heart clenching tightly at the sound. Oh God. Why was he suffering like this? He clawed at his sheets, turning to muffle the sounds of his cries in his pillow. There was blood from the indents of his nails seeping from his palm. He had clenched his fist so hard that he had hurt himself. Harry took another ragged breath. Merlin.
He was crying. Tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, from the pain. The pain of the dark magic eating at his skin. Her eyes zeroed onto the burn scars on his left side of his face, that looked red and inflamed, so badly ruined, she could see his bones. Harry could not take it anymore. She was by his side, her invisibility cloak off. His eyes widened at the sight of her and he tried to get up weakly.
"Shh shh. It's okay." She whispered, gently stroking his hair. He watched her with the remaining piercing icy ash blue eye. "Please trust me." She told him. She raised her elder wand, pointing it at his face, concentrating hard. "Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur." She whispers frantically, letting strong pulses of her magic enter his skin expelling the dark magic, slowing the flow of his blood, beginning to heal his wounds. He closed his eyes, his face slackens, no longer tensed from pain.
Harry concentrated hard, feeling the dark magic attempt to fight back, growling and snarling at her. She surged forward, pressing down on it, overpowering it. It snarled, clawing at her magic. She frowned. Be gone! It struggles for the last time before it disappears, completely destroyed. She sighs in relief. Good. She stroked his face, watching the muscles turn from a bright inflamed red to a healthy pink, slowly knitting itself together. She reached into her pocket for another vial of Essence of Dittany.
"Drink this." She told him, bringing it to his lips. He obliged, opening his mouth and swallowing the mixture quickly. Harry watched as his skin slowly begun to piece together one by one, the muscles growing back to normal. She gently sent magic into his skin, willing the process to quicken. The burns on his body disappeared, the scars from the dark magic slowly fading away.
Harry stroked his eyelids letting the magic fix his eyes, repairing it, and restoring his sight. All the while, she watched confused as the emerald flowers bloomed under her touch, and the sparkly gems popped out on her skin. What the hell was going on? This did not happen with Mean Elf. Ah whatever. Maybe it's something to do with royal blood. Perhaps that is why Thorin glows. King's specialty huh?
She leaned back pleased with her work, her fingers leaving his face much to her body's chagrin. It felt really good touching his skin, the marijuana tattoo went bonkers with him. Harry sighed in relief, smiling gently. She watched as Thranduil's eyes cracked open, the two beautiful orbs of ash blue glancing at her.
"How do you feel? Any dizziness? Can you see properly?" She asked, frowning slightly.
"I feel perfectly fine. I can see." He sounds breathless, astounded by his discovery. He stared at her heatedly, like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, drinking in her looks. A faint dusting of red appeared on her skin under his gaze.
"That's good. Then, I'll be going-"She stopped staring down at him, his hand gripping her wrist. He looked so sad at that moment, desperate even.
"Don't leave. Please." He pleaded, his eyes beseeching her to stay. "I just found you." He whispers, the pad of his thumb circles her skin, in a sensual pattern alighting a trial of pleasure and fire under her skin. Harry swallowed, blinking rapidly. Oh Merlin. Female hormones shut up already! Huh? Found? She hoped he didn't plan to lock her in jail too.
He was looking at her weird tattoos, watching as the little flowers bloomed under his touch, winking and glittering under the light. He gently touched the markings, and she shivered slightly, feeling hot pleasure run up her veins. She really think he should not touch her marijuana tattoo, it was a sensory overload! What was he even trying to do? Make her freaking horny? Thank God she wasn't old Harry. Old Harry would have had a very noticeable-cough-mountain somewhere.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers, meeting her eyes ash blue with emerald green. Harry couldn't help but burn bright red at his words. Sure, she was mentally male and males were certainly not beautiful. However, when the sexiest creature on Middle Earth compliments you in any way possible. You tend to get very pleased. Even if it is not the way you wanted, but to be honest, if he said she looked handsome. That would have gone really awkwardly.
Thranduil's eyes practically brightened at the sight of her blush, his mouth quirking into a pleased smirk. He leaned closer to her, his face mere centimetres from hers in a blink of her eye. What the hell was he trying to do? She could smell his scent, a masculine smell that reminded her of the fresh grassy scent of the forest with its hints of spicy pinewood and a tang of sweetness from wildflowers.
He leaned in closer, and Harry was overwhelmed by ash blue gems that shone thickly with emotion, the little specks of silver swirling in the orbs. Merlin, he was so so so good looking. Her breath hitched, feeling his breath fan over her lips. Wow. He doesn't have bad breath after all that screaming in bed? In fact it smelled really nice, like berries. What does he drink? Because if it smells this good, she wanted a taste of it. On a second thought, she could always just taste it on his lips-
"Ada! Are you alright?" Her eyes snapped open, and she jumped back away from Thranduil. She flipped the invisibility cloak over her head, vanishing again from view, just as a tall, blonde, elf-Mean Elf!-strode in, his features tensed with worry. Thranduil looked incredibly annoyed, heaving a sigh. Still looking like a male model who jumped out of a magazine.
"I'm fine. You just scared off your stepmother." Thranduil smirked to himself. Harry snapped her head back to stare at him, just as she was sneaking back out of the room. Stepmother? STEPMOTHER? To Mean Elf? Her mouth hanged open. Thranduil was a father to such an old guy?
Harry glanced at the elf standing beside his father's bedside, his eyebrow raised. Mean Elf looked 6 years older than her! How old was Thranduil? Hold on. Harry breathed deeply, her brows furrowed. Thranduil was already keen on marrying her? The f*ck? He doesn't even know her! Sure, she saved him from years of torture, maybe death. But, really he did not have to repay her that way. What about dating?
Harry swallowed. Okay, then again maybe this was just guy talk right? The guys in her past life used to tease Ron that Hermione was his wife way before they started dating. Bloody hell! Why was she getting so worked up over that word?
"Ada! Are you not in pain?" Mean Elf walked up to his father looking confused.
"Nin mel was hi, he healed nin níf (My love was here, she healed my face)" Thranduil explained fluidly in an unknown language. Harry guessed he was explaining how she fixed his half destroyed face.
"Cín mel? Cin foeg cín faer mate? (Your love? You mean your soul mate?)" Mean Elf's eyes widened. What? What was he talking about? Then she did something stupid. She hit the bookshelf with a loud thump. F*CK! That hurt. She just jammed her sides onto one of the four corners of the wooden bookshelf. God. She always seemed to do that! She hissed painfully, rubbing the sore spot, wincing slightly.
Harry raised her head to see that both elves were staring at her, or at least their bookshelf. Mean Elf looked creeped out, while Thranduil looked mildly amused. Mean Elf stepped forward, reaching out to her. God no! She ducked under his hand, pulled open the door and ran off. Far away from one confusing hot elf and his cute mean son.
She raced down the long winding wooden steps which were without hand rails, much to her displeasure, skidding to a stop on hearing the commotion going on in the jail. She watched as the bunch of short men left their jail cells, including her womanizer shorty Thorin. They were heading downstairs instead of up. Why is that? She frowned. A secret exit?
Harry decided to follow them, being careful to follow them from a safe distance. While Thranduil was hot and all that, after seeing him lock up some trespassers. She really did not want to test his patience with her. Plus, she was a newbie to the cultures of this world so maybe she should study them before coming back to see him. Right?
She followed them, it was easy her glowing shorty was like her personal beacon of light. She popped her head over the corner, they were in a cellar of some sort. A wine cellar? She raised a brow, amused. Were the short men climbing into barrels? Thorin was glancing around, looking as if he were searching for something, his eyes drawn to every light source in the room. He seemed to be looking for something…Shiny? Harry watched as he shook his head and climbed into one of the barrels.
The tiniest of short men, pulled a lever, and she watched wide eyed as they all rolled down through a trapdoor leading to a roaring river. A trapdoor? The poop? Why make a trapdoor in your cellar? Transportation of goods via river? That does not sound very safe. The dwarves disappeared with a snap of the wood, and she watched wide eyed at the tiny men left there. What about him? What about her?
Harry could hear a large commotion from above. Oh the elves found out that the dwarves disappeared. The tiny men looked horrified, he stomped on the wood, trying to escape through the trapdoor as well. Harry approached him, being careful not to step on the trapdoor. This guy…She frowned. She did not see him in the jail cells. Did he sneak in too? He stepped backwards, and she watched as the trapdoor tilted backwards. She should go with him too.
He let out a shriek as he neared the exit. Just before he fell into icy cold water, she flung off her invisibility cloak, quickly using magic to zip it back into her pouch. She gripped his hand and he stared at her looking shocked. His hazel eyes wide with shock.
"Hello!" She chirped pleasantly, feeling awkward, before they both plunge into icy cold water. Harry squeezed her eyes shut from the impact, the water shocking her, chilling her to the bone. The water current pulled her away from tiny men, and she lost her hold on him. She swam up to the surface taking a big gulp of air. Trapdoors were not a very good ide-She glanced up to stare at cerulean orbs. Oh.
"You!" Thorin gasped at her, his long lashes dripping with water. Harry stared at him stunned by his beauty, his thick locks was plastered to his face. His clothes sticking to his body tightly, showing the bulging hints of muscles. Her eyes followed the droplets of water trailing in rivulets down to his collar bone, soaking his clothes. She blinked, looking up to meet his eyes. Stop staring Harry! She waved sheepishly, sneezing once, covering her mouth politely. Urgh. This was very awkward. She was right in front of a very hot, very sexy and very wet Thorin.
"Who are yo-"She could hear one of the short men begin to ask, only to stop when Thorin lifted her into his barrel easily, his large hands gripping her underarms, dangerously close to two very soft lumps of fat. He plopped her down into his barrel, their legs entangled together.
She could feel his every breath, the rise and fall of his chest, her pulse racing from their closeness. His warm skin like fire to her cold one. The f*ck? She must have given him a really weird expression, because he gave her the most beautiful smile ever, his teeth dazzling her to oblivion. He begun paddling through the water using his hands. What the hell was she doing in a barrel with a hot man? Uh…
"Hold on!" He yelled, he pressed Harry tightly to his chest, bracing for the onslaught of water. Harry squeezed her eyes shut, at the sudden flash of bright light and her heart lurched as the barrel tumbled down a ledge and into roaring water. They bumped into a few rocks and Harry winced spluttering from water. Thorin held her tightly, keeping an eye on the upcoming obstacles. Harry sniffed, blushing bright red. While sitting a barrel in a dangerous river was no fun, sitting it with your crush…Well that's a different matter.
Harry propped herself up on the barrel, on hearing the sound of a horn. Oh that does not look so good. She watched as elves in shiny looking armour, pulled a large lever closing what looked like her only escape route. Thorin pushed their barrel forward trying to escape before the gate closed
"No!" He yelled, as it slammed shut on them much to their chagrin. Harry winced as the barrels hit onto each other, creating ripples in the water. Oh well, there goes escape plan number one. She sighed. Thorin met her eyes, and he cupped her face gently, his fingers felt good on her cold skin. Pleasure alighting her veins at the touch of his skin.
"Watch out! There's Orcs!" One of Thorin's friends screamed. Orcs? Harry glanced up to see incredibly ugly looking humanoid things with rough skin filled with scars and traces of vein, with hints of hair on their heads. They roared, a beastly sound, raising their swords trying to kill off the short men, who were fighting back with rather good skills much to Harry's surprise. Then again, Thorin was a king. They must be his bodyguards or something.
Harry swivelled over to see the youngest of the short men, she really should stop calling them that it was kind of insulting, race up the steps trying to pull the lever and open their gate only to get shot in the leg by an arrow. He grunted, falling over in pain. She gasped, wincing in sympathy. Ow, that has got to be a pain in the arse.
"Kili." Thorin breathes, his voice filled with worry. Harry watches as Kili barely manages to pull the lever open, and they are tossed through raging current again. The short men were killing orcs in the process, of all that spinning and sliding through the water. Impressively tossing weapons they find at each other, and working together to kill off the offending orcs. Harry watched mouth agape. While magic was cool and all, this method of fighting took lots of skill. Oh my! Was that Mean Elf standing on two short men's heads shooting at orcs? That was cool! Oh my god he was crossing the river using their heads! Cool!
She spluttered as another surge of water splashed her in the face. Oh crap that went down a windpipe. She coughed out the water, holding her breath as they went tumbling down yet another small cliff. She was going to get really sick at this rate.
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Thorin helped Harry up on shore, pulling her out of the barrel. She stumbled, her legs wobbling slightly, a little sea sick. She crashed into his arms yet again, the warmth of his body seeping into her cold one felt really good, it was like hugging a hot water bottle while trudging through cold winter wind. Harry blinked and she glanced up at him. Thorin raised a brow in question, smirking at her, looking devilishly sexy. She leaped back, her heart racing fast in her chest. Crap. Stop it heart. Stop it.
She heard a groan of pain, and she turned over to see Kili collapsing to the ground on his knees. His face scrunched up in pain. He rubbed at his wound with a dirty rag, trying to stop the blood. What the shit? He'll get infections! Dumb ass! She trotted over the rocks, watching him hiss in pain.
"I'm fine. It's nothing." Kili told a worried short men. Fine my arse!
"Bullshit." She told him. He glanced up at her with wide eyes. She knelt down beside him, reaching into her pocket for her vials of potions. She glanced at his wound. It was bleeding profusely, incredibly so for an arrow wound, the muscles ruined, and there was hints of blac- She squinted. Black? Poison? Oh, of course. She ripped open his pant leg.
"Hey!" He cried looking at her as if she's grown an extra head. Actually all of the short men were looking at her as if she's grown an extra head.
"I can make you a better one later. So shut up." She told him. She sighed, slipping the elder wand out of her wand holster. What was that cleaning spell again…Ter..Tergo? No no. Oh!
"Tergeo." She pointed her wand at his wound. The wand siphoned off the bits of dirt, left over poison, bits of metal from the arrow and water off his wound, cleaning it painlessly. Kili stared at her in shock, looking dumbfounded at his wound. She flicked her wrist, and droplets of poison floated into the air.
She frowned. Urgh dark magic. She didn't have any Essence of Dittany left, conjuring the ingredients up and making a new batch would take too long. Oh well. She hoped he liked having scars. She raised her palm, conjuring a bezoar. She shook it with a frown. It looks fine and sturdy. She nodded to herself and gave it to Kili with a smile.
"Eat it or you'll die by tomorrow." She told him bluntly. He gaped at her, popping the thing into his mouth and chewing on it with a disgusted expression.
"What in Mahal's name is tha-"He complained only to stop watching as she tapped his leg twice with her wand, concentrating hard.
"Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur." She mumbles, watching as his blood begin to slow down, seeping back into his wound, and his skin begun to knit itself together, leaving behind a smaller gash. She frowned. Huh. The poison was stopping it from healing properly. She waved her hand over his leg checking for any complications. Nope. Bezoar was working. His wound will just take a little longer to heal. Poison was gone. She shrugged to herself. Oh well. Bandages it is.
"Ferula." She muttered. Kili yelped as bandages spun up his leg, binding his flesh, strapping his leg tightly. Kili's eyes widened and he shook his leg, looking surprised at the lack of pain.
"Woah thanks! It doesn't hurt at all!" He gasped in surprise, a big grin on his face. "Who are you?" He asked, furrowing his brows. He looked a lot like Thorin. Harry noted, watching his face features. Thorin's not a father too is he? God. She did not want to be a home wrecker-wait. It's not as if she's going to marry him right?
"No problem bro." She patted him on the back, and stood up to go. "Just a random stranger passing by so goodby-"She turned only to stop on seeing Thorin standing before her. He raised a brow.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, sounding amused. God. His voice was too sexy. How the hell is he making a normal sentence sound like he's saying something really sexual?
"Er. Civilization?" Harry shrugged, gulping as she watched Thorin stalk forward. She felt smaller than him. Why was he suddenly taller than her? Did she shrink? Merlin. NO! Oh he's standing on a taller rock. Of course.
"Don't you know who I am?" He asked, his voice sounding incredibly husky, his eyes contrasting with his hair so vividly. Her heart skips a beat.
"Um. A short guy that glows in the dark?" She asked, totally being sarcastic. She heard gasps from the group of short men and she turned to stare at them. What? What did she say? Thorin chuckled, the sound sending pleasing shivers up her spine. Was she missing out on a joke?
"Are you purposely acting clueless or do you genuinely not know?" Thorin asked, giving her a lopsided smile. Harry gave him the what-the-f*ck face. Thorin smirked, leaning closer to her. "Because if you don't, then I'll have to teach you." His voice rumbled deliciously low, practically purring at her. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Harry knew that this was not going to go well.
He stopped, glancing at something behind her, his eyes narrowing. What is it now? She turned to watch a guy launch an arrow at Kili who had tried to throw a stone at him, flinging the stone out of his hands with a shot of his arrow. Why the hell is everyone here so skilled at fighting? Harry was starting to think she had landed herself in a medieval world.
And that's it! I'll see you in the next chapter. Thank you for all the favourites, follows and reviews! Did not edit this chapter (also don't have a beta) so…I think you'll find plenty of errors. I'll fix them when I can. Btw! I thought Thranduil's precious 'gems of pure starlight' were 'starlight gems' and so I googled it online. I was trying to find images so that I could describe the colour, so I clicked images. You don't even know what I found. I implore you to google it too. Just take a glimpse of the images.
(To those who did google: HAHAHAHAH! Imagine Thranduil being obsessed over it and Thorin's grandpa stealing it for his family to use! Thorin you cheeky little bastard. )
I rushed through with writing this (and did not really edit it) because I'm quickly loosing inspiration and I plan to finish this story soon!
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