Starting to lose my inspiration. I better write something steamy to gain it back. STEAMY!

Warning: Lots of steam. The mature rating is there for a reason.

I hope you all will enjoy this chapter. Each time, I publish one chapter. I worry a little on whether I disappoint you all. Because, when I reread my own stories. I think it sucks. As I grow older, my stories sound less on crack. Thank God for that. I think my stories are like a teen going through puberty now. Merlin help me. Probably disappointed some readers already. Sorry guys. (;A;) I strive to write good fanfictions for people to enjoy and fangirl/boy over.

Ps. Hello Tears of Hearts! HAHAHAHA! I know right! My mom was behind me when I googled 'starlight gems'. Thank Merlin I closed it as quickly as I could. Well, on the different races…it is probably possible? I'm just hoping their genetics work. (cackles) But, since Aragorn is half elf, half human…and Kili likes Tauriel. I'm guessing it works somehow. Hopefully? Well, this pairing totally makes no sense in the first place. (XD )To be honest, if I were in Harry's shoes, I would run far away to the Shire and live peacefully with Bilbo. Good God. Knowing Thranduil's stuck up attitude and Thorin's stubbornness, Harry is going to be in deep shit. I'm still wondering how I'm going to have to pull her out of that pile of crap. Thank you for bearing with my shit till this far. : )

Thank you for the reviews. They dug me out of my writer's block. Forcefully. I would reply to all my reviews. But, I can't so. Dear everyone, here is a naked muscular Thorin on your bed for you. Close your eyes. He's beckoning you closer to him. Feel free to do anything to him. Anything. *winks*Go crazy. Merry Christmas!

Chapter 3

"In my culture, we call it our 'One'." He had explained gruffly, pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ears. She resisted the urge to lean into his touch. She finally learnt that he was not the short men she thought he was, but a totally different species. That made more sense considering how not one dwarf in the company was of average human height.

Thorin had claimed that she was his soulmate. His other half that was genetically, physically and mentally compatible with him. The dwarves had all been rather shocked that she did not know what a soulmate was. How the hell did they expect her to know? She just arrived here!

"But, me? Why me? I'm just Harry!" She had cried almost exasperatedly. Sure, Thorin was hot. But, to know that he was so utterly devoted with her already was crazy! They didn't know each other! They have not dated and they were certainly not even friends!

"You don't understand, amralime. When us 'dwarves' meet our 'ones' we love them forever, and I have waited a century for you. You're not just Harry, to me." He had learned in so close to her, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're everything." Bloody hell, he was a charmer wasn't he? He had confessed to her how utterly, irrevocably in love he was with her. She turned to glance at the person of her problems, who gave her a pleased smirk. Urgh. If she had been this good in flirting, she would have easily gotten laid in her past life.

"What are you doing travelling in this parts with these dwarves, my lady?" Bard, the friendly lake-men who agreed to bring them to Lake Town, asked her with a pleasant smile. She was finally going to a decent town with humans, people who actually look like her. Not pretty elves or short handsome dwarves. No more of that!

"Tell me, are they joking or is there really soulmates in this world?" Harry gave him a serious blank stare, ignoring his question.

"Why, there are soulmates in this world! In fact, my wife was my soulmate. Are you not from these lands my lady? It is common knowledge." He raised a brow at her question. Bummer. The dwarves weren't lying.

"What about being soulmates with different races?"

"Incredibly rare and a cause for celebration. Unity between races is something good. It solves a lot of trade and racial disputes occasionally."

"Having two soulmates instead of one?"

"That happens in all races, it occurs every so often."

"You don't care about how weird it is?" Harry gaped at him. Polygamy was looked upon here much more differently than she thought. So Thranduil was still a possible option. Oh.

"Weird? Some might find it a little queer, but most of us being recipients of a soul bond understand how we cannot separate people from the ones they love. Same goes to same gender soulmates." Bard told her, giving her a kind smile. "You really didn't know did you?"

"Well, yeah! Like, Thorin claims to be my soulmate but I don't know." Harry replied with a huff.

"Do you find him attractive?" Bard offered.

"Well, uh yeah?"

"Do you have a soul mark with a dwarven name?"

"I think so?"

"Does he glow?"

"Glow? Yeah? He sparkles like a firefly…Wait, you mean only I can see that?"

"Yes, dwarven soul mates appear to glow to their other halves, it is how they find each other, as well as having each other's names tattooed on their skin. Well, to him, you will glow as well." Bard replied, smirking slightly.

"What about elves?"

"They have flower soul marks. The flowers appear under the skin of both soulmates when the other touches them. Why do you ask?" Bard raises a brow.

"Huh. Oh nothing! Just curious you know?" Harry gulps, changing the subject quickly. That means. She's the soulmate of Thranduil? No way right? Right? Knowing her Potter luck, he would be her soulmate too, considering how attracted she felt towards him too. "How do you know all these things?"

"We are taught of it as children. It will not do if a child does not know if they meet their true love." Bard turns to steer the ship with a grin. "I may not like that dwarf, but I am sure if you get to know him. Both of you will get along very, very well." Bard winks at her. Aw damn. Why did the dwarves not like this guy! He's so nice!

"The money, quick, give it to me." Bard hops off from his station as the driver of the boat and for a minute Harry worries about whether he knows what he is doing since the mist is covering up all the rocks. This won't end up like Titanic will it?

"We'll pay you when we get our provisions, but not before." Thorin replies warily. He's clearly worried that Bard might just jump off the boat like a scuba diver and swim off with the money.

"If you value your freedom, you'll do as I say." Bard hisses to them. "There are guards ahead." He gestures to the gates of Lake Town. The dwarves are forced into each individual barrel, which Harry declines politely, and disappears under her invisibility cloak much to their surprise. They don't ask how she does it thanks to their illegal actions, but Harry suspects that she'll get bombarded by questions soon. She leans against the boat watching as Bard speaks to some fishermen and of course the company is yet again suspicious about his every move.

Harry eyes widened as the fishermen dumps old stinky fish onto their heads, covering up the barrel with slim. Holy shit! Selling them out her ass! She cackles madly, covering her mouth with her hand to prevent the sound from escaping her shoulders heaving from laughter. Have you ever seen mean, grumpy old men getting slapped with fish tails? Because it is the funniest shit ever and seeing her lovely old soulmate's face get kissed by fishes with a constipated expression has got to be her top ten best things to look at ever. This was just like a prank! Only better! They were doing it willingly! They gave the most hilarious moans and groans. God. She felt like she was dying.

Wow. Lake Town was interesting. The designs of the little fishing village was nothing like she had seen before. Grey, metallic, not the colour and life of Venice or the usual wooden houses she sees in fishing villages of her world. The sky glowed with a flash of pink and gold, making the scene look even more magnificent.

"Halt! Goods inspection. Papers, please." A middle aged man, walks out of a little house beside the gates. The security guard huh? They had immigration gates here too? Thank god this was a medieval world, or else they would be dealing with x ray machines and metal detectors. Perhaps she could make some for security in her homes. Wouldn't hurt to try. "Oh, it's you, Bard." He smiles tiredly at him.

"Morning Percy." Bard greets, acting like the perfectly innocent gentlemen he was.

"Anything to declare?" Percy asked. God yes. We have 14 illegal fishy immigrants.

"Nothing, but I am cold and tired." Bard passes some papers to Percy. Harry frowned, isn't he laying it a little too thick? "And ready for home." Bard sighs, giving Percy a polite smile. Percy grins, totally charmed.

"You and me both." He goes back to the guard house. Wow, that was too easy. This was too easy to smuggle people into this place. "There we are. All in order." He leans forward, passing Bard the official paper, only to get it ripped out of his hands.

"Not so fast." A dude, with a rather mean looking eyebrow that totally just melded into one caterpillar across his face, sneers. "Consignment of empty barrels from the Woodland Realm." He reads. Harry blinked. Empty? Bard. You should have just wrote that there were fish in it. You're already smuggling grown men. Why not smuggle some fish too? Maybe she should have just told them that she had the very handy and very illegal Imperio spell under her belt.

"Only…they're not empty…are they Bard?" The dude, mocks. Is he an official of some kind? "If I recall correctly, you're licensed as a bargeman." He takes a fish to raise it at Bard. Harry glances at the barrel only to widen her eye in horror. F*ck! She could see someone's eye in there! "Not, a fisherman." The dude grins.

"That's none of your business." Bard replies. Yeah! Can't Bard buy 14 barrels of fish to eat?

"Wrong." Caterpillar Eyebrows grins, almost lecherously. "It's the Master's business, which makes it my business."

"Oh come on, Alfrid, have a heart. People need to eat!" Bard raises his voice desperately. Yeah! He needs to eat 14 barrels of fish!

"These fish are illegal." Alfrid the caterpillar sneers, looking pleased with himself. He throws it back into the river. Ouch. There goes one fish which died for nothing. How sad. Harry wordlessly, conjured the fish out of the water and shrunk it to fit her hand. She could give it somebody here or make fried fish for herself. Food conjuration was tiring sometimes. You had to think of every crumb, every scent and every colour of the food!

"Empty the barrels over the side." Alfrid snarls at a bunch of soldiers in shiny metal armours and interesting onion shaped helmets. That totally does not protect their head at all. The soldiers move to toss the fish into the river. Harry continues her work of collecting of fishes.

"Folk in this town are struggling. Times are hard. Food is scarce." Bard tries almost desperately to save the dwarves. Harry gets ready for her muggle repelling charms. She was going to have to use them fast if they even see one dwarf pop out of those barrels.

"That's not my problem." Alfrid hisses back.

"And when the people hear the Master is dumping fish back in the lake, when the rioting starts, will it be your problem then?" Bard glares at him. They both stared intently at each other. Men. Picking fights. Harry watched as Bombur's head pops into view. Shit! She flicks her wand at him and the soldiers barely notice him, continuing their pouring of fish. The charm does not work on dwarves because he stares at them wide eyed and horrified.

"Stop." Alfrid bites out. The soldiers stop and puts the barrels down, and Bombur's head is once again submerged by fish. Harry dispels the charm with a huff. Phew. So close. Maybe she should just tell them her ability to do that, but seeing them slapped by fish was totally worth it! "Ever the people's champion, eh, Bard? Protector of the common folk? You might have their favour now, bargeman, but it won't last." Alfrid sneers one last time, before stalking away. Harry sighs in relief as the gates are raised and their boat is finally allowed in. Finally!

They stop at a small harbour and she watches Thorin slide out of the fish barrel with a bark of laughter. She swallows it down, covering her mouth quickly, letting a giggle out. Her eyes widened Merlin. Did she just giggle? She was slowly turning into a female! Thorin turns to look at her, a smirk on his lips, his eyebrow raised. He approaches her stinking of fish, and she couldn't help but remove a fish scale from his handsome thick mane of brown hair, trying her best to look as if she were pitying him.

"You find this amusing, Amralime?" He teases.

"What does 'amralime' even mean?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

"We don't let non-dwarven folk learn our language. But for you, I'll break that rule." Thorin smiles, his voice low and oh so sexy. "It means, love of mine." He emphasises on the last few words, letting his voice rumble deeply from his chest. Harry burned a rosy pink, the colour spreading down her face.

"Stop flirting. Come on. Follow me." Bard calls to them, and Thorin huffs stomping off looking annoyed. The dwarves chuckle to themselves, leaving Harry to trail after them. Harry enters the market place, watching the patrons, banter over fresh poultry. Live too. She wrinkled her nose. Their hygiene standards were horrible! If she ever did become Thorin's queen. She would not be allowing disgusting hygiene-Did she just agree to marry that stubborn sexy man?

"Halt!" She glanced up to see an onion head solider, glaring at them. F*ck. More drama. The dwarves ducked, running off through the next house. "In the name of the Master of Lake Town, I said halt!" She followed them closely, ducking under hanging clothes. She glanced up to see a soldier at the end of their path.

"Get back!" Thorin cries, pushing the dwarves. They slam into each other with loud grunts. Traffic jam. The dwarves begun to fight, slamming their elbows into the soldier's faces, and flipping them over hard. Ow. Thorin is hitting a soldier back and forth with a pedal, waiting for him to go unconscious. Oh. She was a witch wasn't she?

"Stupefy!" She stuns the soldier with a twist of her wand, the red light hits him smack in the face. He goes lights out in a blink of an eye. Thorin glances up to meet her eye with a smile. Merlin. If she gets that beautiful grin every time she stuns a soldier she would do it as many times as he wanted her too. His eyes narrowed, and he opens his mouth, pointing to her back. What? What now?

Before Thorin could even make a peep, she whips around to see a soldier with his sword raised, ready to slash it at her. She leans back, dodging his blow and skilfully lands a sharp hit on the approaching soldier's neck, knocking him out easily. She narrowly misses the next soldier's sword, and she kicks his pressure point sending him to La La Land, along with the third simply with a poke of her fingers. They fall in a dead heap under her feet and the dwarves stares up at her with stunned admiration. Ha! Don't underestimate her! She fought dark lords and battled with monsters!

"Stay where you are nobody leaves!" They hear a soldier command, and the dwarves take their hiding spots. Harry peeks from the corner to see a rather lavishly dressed soldier, with a red cape over his armour. The captain of the onions perhaps?

"Braga!" Bard leaps forward to distract him again.

"You." Braga hisses, looking suspiciously at him. "What are you up to, Bard?"

"Me? Nothing. I'm looking for nothing-"Harry flinches at the sound of the pot hitting a soldier's face. Ouch! She watches as Braga stomps towards them. Shit! She watches as the villagers, cover the unconscious soldiers with vegetables and hides them behind baskets of straw. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of one soldier peeking in view beside her, too late for a spell! She stands up, hiding him from view under her cargo pants, pretending to busy herself with sorting through the dry herbs.

"You there!" She watches him from the corner of her eye as he walks forward to her. She turns to face him, skilfully, hiding the soldier's face. Phew. "What is a beautiful women like you doing in these parts?" He leers lecherously, trying to act sexy with a dip of his voice. However, compared to Thorin's voice of melted gold. His voice was like hearing the splats of fresh cow shit. Was this dude seriously flirting with her?

"Nothing, just looking for things to buy." Harry replied, meeting his eye with a smile. F*cking disgusting. Try flirting with an old wimpy looking man!

"And what are you looking for, my lady?" He leered, raising a suggestive brow. Gross.

"Herbs, or maybe something more…interesting." Harry teased lightly, leaning forward and closer to him, discretely, sliding the soldier under some fabric with her foot. Thank God that's done. He blatantly stared at her cleavage, practically salivating over the tips of the milky flesh. Harry resisted the urge to kick him in the balls. God. Why did you give this world gravity pulling down her shirt so a perverted man can look at her boobs? She needed to invest in a shirt with a collar.

"My lady, did you happen to see something unusual here?" He asked, lowly. Oh. Here comes the big question. Harry groaned mentally.

"Nothing more unusual than you I would say." She drawled cheekily, her voice taking a seductive turn, as she bits her lip slowly. She let her eyelids droop, fluttering her lashes ever so slightly. Merlin. Was she doing this right? She felt like a clown.

"I see. Then, I'll be seeing you again, my lady." He winks, a finger tapping his lips seductively and he strode off looking pleased. Harry sighed. God that was disgusting. Bard nods to her with an amused grin of thanks, and she shrugs back. That was going to be the last freaking time she flirts for this reason. Merlin. That was disgusting! She turned to follow the dwarves, and catches a glimpse of Thorin's face who's looking rather murderous at the soldiers. Aw, is he jealous? He glances back at her heatedly, and for some reason Harry finds dread pooling in her stomach. He won't do something rash will he?

-(O=O)-

She was sadly, not allowed the luxury of entering through the main door and she finds herself climbing up through the blasted toilet. They shitted into the rivers? They could spread diseases this way! Adding the additional fertilizers into the rivers could lead to growth of algae and then perhaps eutrophication! Then, that would mean dead fish and no food…Oh who was she to complain? At least they had a toilet!

Thorin helps her out of the disgusting toilet, and she slips over the wet floor with a yelp, accidentally slamming into his very warm but fishy smelling chest. She glances up at him, feeling pleasure and happiness surge through her skin, and her heart thumps loudly in her chest at the sight of his beautiful cerulean eyes. Uh oh. He smirks seductively at her. She pushes pass him, walking out of the toilet with an embarrassed huff, climbing up their stairs, spelling cleaning charms all over her body. Urgh! Insufferable dwarf!

"Da, why are there dwarves climbing out of our toilet?" A girl, Bard's eldest daughter, Sigrid, asks looking amused. Harry would be cackling if this happened to her toilet. She would be yelling congratulations to the dwarves, blasting pink paint in their faces.

"Will they bring us luck?" Tilda, his youngest child chirps, excitedly.

"They won't but I will!" Harry grins at her. Tilda glances at Harry, with a bright smile.

"Oh! You're so pretty!" She stares at Harry with her mouth wide open in awe.

"Wow, thanks dearie. You're prettier than me though." Harry winks at her. Aw, cute little blonde haired kid.

"You'll bring luck? How?" She asks clasping her hands together happily.

"Hmm. Like this." Harry takes out her wand with a smile and holding out her palm filled with tiny wasted fish. She did a complicated spin of the elder wand. The fish leaped into the air doing a little dance across the table, they flew around the room, doing an elaborate little summersaults like acrobats. Tilda laughs and watches in delight.

The dwarves are staring at the display in wonder. Harry makes the fish do tightrope walking over the fire, and the occupants of the room gasped, as the fire formed into a large snake, snapping at the fish. They cheer when the fish kicks it in the face with its flippers. Harry blinked, its lunch time wasn't it? She might as well make some food. She flicks the fish over, and turns her wand.

"Have you had lunch?" She asked Tilda.

"Not, yet! We were planning on making salted fish pie." Tilda tells her with a frown.

"Oh, don't like fish pie? How about I make something today?" Harry grins. She does a complicated spin of her wand. The occupants in the room watch in amazement as the fish is turned fresh, looking as if they were just killed minutes ago. They are sliced into fat pink slabs with a twist of her fingers.

Porcelain plates are formed below them as the fishes are made into recipes of various cuisines. Fish head curry. Fish with hollandaise sauce. Fish and chips. Baked fish. Steamed fish. Sashimi. Harry practically went bonkers with the different recipes, conjuring piles of vegetables, piles of prawn, and baskets of garlic bread. The food plonks onto the table, the plates clanking together noisily. The dwarves clambered over to look at the food. The delicious smells waft in the air, thick with seasoning.

Harry blinked, watching Bilbo shiver slightly. Oh right! She flicked her wand at them, spelling a hot air charm. They spluttered as steam rose from their clothes, and they were cleaned from head to toe with a washing charm, scrubbed pink and not a single dirt in sight. They stared at her, appalled. Uh. Medieval people. Hate bathing.

"What? You just climbed out of the toilet!" She shrugged. They turned back to the food deciding that it was a better decision compared to fighting a clean loving witch. The occupants of the house begun to dig into the interesting food. The dwarves, laughing and belching at their meal. Well, at least they liked it. Tilda sat beside her, asking Harry to tell her about all the different vegetables and cuisines as she ate.

"Have you not have had asparagus before?" Harry asked, giving Tilda a comical shocked expression. Tilda laughed, nibbling on said vegetable.

"Of course not! This is a fishing village silly!" Tilda giggled. Harry smiled, watching her polish off her plate of vegetables like a good girl.

"About the luck…" Harry fished in her pocket for the bottle of Felix Felicis, pouring the liquid luck into a smaller vial attached on a silver chain. "If you're ever in need of it desperately," Harry clasped the chain on the little girl's neck, "drink this. It'll bring you luck." Tilda glances at the pretty vial shimmering with clear liquid and thanks her, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck before scampering off to do her chores. Tilda's so cute.

"Thank you for that." Bard's voice called from beside her. "Tilda has had a lovely day thanks to you." He smiles.

"She's cute." Harry shrugged. "And I did intrude on her toilet, so I had to repay her. Anyway about those plates. They're porcelain. I bet you can sell them for a pretty penny." She winks at him, walking back to the table to nab a piece of garlic bread.

"Thorin, if your lass cooks like this every single day. I am sure we will see you grow fatter than that blasted Goblin King!" Balin chortles at the sight of her, and the dwarves burst into hearty laughter. Harry raises a brow.

"Don't worry. If that happens, I'll just feed him vegetables all day." Harry teases back. They all glanced at Thorin who is looking startled at that prospect.

"Vegetables? But, they all taste so icky." Ori, one of the youngest dwarves frowns.

"Who said, I can't make it taste like meat?" She grins, spelling the rest of the plates clean and stacked them nicely in Bard's cupboard. Thorin's eyes widened in horror, and the dwarves were laughing loudly slapping him on the back. She did a quick cleaning spell of Bard's table and floor, spelling the broom to sweep the floor of the rooms. The least she could do was clean up the mess those dwarves were making. Harry bent down, to wipe up a speck of dust, turning to leave only to jump back in surprise.

Thorin stood before her, looking as magnificent as ever, his long mane of hair trailing down his back contrasting so vividly with his gorgeous cerulean eyes. He slowly pushes the door behind him close, a smirk on his lips. Harry's eyes widened. What was her annoying dwarf doing? She tries to push pass him, reaching her fingers out to grab the knob of the door only for him to gently grab her waist with his right hand, interlocking the fingers of his left hand with hers. He pulls her gently towards him, his large hands encircling her hips.

With his smouldering eyes locked onto hers, he takes her right hand, pressing a kiss to it. The feeling of his lips on her skin, sends pleasure signals alight in her brain and warmth floods her body, pleasure pooling almost unpleasantly below her abdomen. She squirmed. F*ck what was he doing?

"I will go to the mountain tomorrow. To reclaim our homeland, my queen." He whispers, his voice oh so sensually low. God. Did he just call her his queen? What women would not want a handsome guy worshipping her this way?

"But, I might perish under dragon fire." He sighs, his eyes heatedly gazing into hers. Harry's eyes widened. A dragon? "If this is to be the last time we are together, I want to tell you that I have waited a 100 years, and I'll wait a centuries more just to be with you. I love you so much, just seeing you makes me so happy." He whispers, his lips caressing the skin on her neck, alighting a trial of fire in its wake.

"You're fighting a dragon in the mountain? What are you talking about! I'll come with you!" Harry clenches the front of his shirt, pulling her hand forcefully from his hold to, glancing at him in horror. Him? Sexy Shorty against a fire breathing dragon? They won't stand a chance!

"No, you will not! I will not risk it." He tells her fiercely. She glares up at him, her emerald orbs meeting his, burning with fire.

"I'm not! A useless female! Mmf!" She begins to say, only to be stopped forcefully by warm, soft lips on hers. Lips that were hot, oh so blazing hot, moulding onto hers, with a fervent fever. He gently pressed kiss after kiss on her lips, suckling her bottom lip, gently biting it with his teeth. Each kiss was mind blowing, and hot surges, waves, gushes of pleasure and happiness burst through her veins, melting her skin under his touch. Harry could barely control herself in the pleasurable haze, meeting his lips with equal strength.

Harry gasped aloud, sucking in a deep breath, almost forgetting to breath and he takes the chance to let his tongue gently probe at hers, circling it carefully. Merlin. The pleasure. The stupid soul mark tattoo was enhancing everything. She swallowed a moan of pleasure as he practically ravished her tongue with his own. As if she would let him have his way! Harry used to be a male, and as a proud male he knew what males like and she would show him not to f*cking mess with her!

Harry playfully teased at Thorin's tongue, going eagerly for the roof of his mouth, an erogenous spot she knew all too well. She gently painted the surface of the bumpy roof, flicking it quickly like a cat, and at the same time, she cheekily gave a slow grind of her hips, rubbing the very sensitive male organ of his. His eyes widened in shock, and he loses all thought when she does it again only at a faster pace. Harry watched, pleased with herself, as his eyes dilated and rolled back upwards. The pleasure from their soul mark peaked to an incredible high at the sway of her hips.

He explodes in pleasure, his knees going weak. He swallows a scream of pleasure, unable to help himself but let out a small groan, panting lightly. God, he was so f*cking beautiful. His face scrunched up in pleasure. Merlin. She presses a chaste kiss to his lips, watching him adoringly.

Harry smirks, at the beads of sweat on his brow, and the red tinge on his face. He glances at her, looking worn out from their little rendezvous, his eyes hooded with pleasure. She cheekily lets a smile spread across her lips and she wraps her arms around him, proceeding to grope his butt. Not very secretively. His eyes flashed wide open, and he moans. Harry squeezed the pound of fleshy muscle, spelling a cleaning charm through his pants. Oh my. He has freaking buns of steel. His ass might as well have six packs!

"You little minx." He growls, at her. "No wonder your name is tattooed to my manhood."

"Wow, really?" Harry's eyes widened. His dick? God, that's freaking hilarious. She would love to see it if not for the fact that it'll escalate to something else. "Yours is on my arm." She slides off her jacket easily for him to see the tattoo. His eyes widened almost comically at the shimmery stone.

"Mahal. You have my name in the arkenstone?" He traces it ever so gently, and Harry shivers in pleasure at the tingles that run up her spine. The tattoo shimmers with a glint of rainbow, glowing with an inner light. His eyes snapped back to meet hers, alight with so much joy. He hugs her tightly, his large warm hands surrounding her.

"My soulmate, amralime, I love you so much." He mumbles in her hair. About that…Harry wonders if she should mention Thranduil. On a second thought, it'll spoil his mood so bad, he'll start waging wars. She'll think about how to tell him later. Maybe she just won't tell him at all. She'll work something out. Somehow.

-(.-.)-

Of course Thorin had to try to leave her behind. She sighed grumpily. The dwarves had tried to steal better weapons only to fail, Kili had tumbled down the stairs because his leg had not healed properly yet. What did he expect? It was a highly venomous poison! He needed a day or two of rest at most! Magic saved his life, but will not give him his energy. Harry had forced a vial or two of sleeping potions down his throat, and forced him to sleep much to his horror.

They ended up telling the entire town, how they planned to take back Erebor, and in other words let the dragon burn town. But of course, people will be greedy, so the dwarves were welcomed with open arms, pissing off Bard to no end. On the bright side, Harry had spent hours and hours talking to Thorin at night. They even fell asleep in each other's arms in the bed. However, she woke up to find the bed, freezing cold and her big warm teddy bear clearly gone. Curse her love for sleeping!

This was why, she had following the company under her invisibility cloak. She used her magic to teleport herself to the Lonely Mountain. Honestly, how could she leave Bilbo alone? He was just a hobbit. No magic. Nothing. Just a different smell. They did not have magic and they clearly did not know how dangerous a dragon is. Plus, this Gandalf guy whom they spoke of. He was supposed to help them with magic, and he was not here! She would not let them walk to their dooms.

She was currently floating around the halls of Erebor on a charmed broomstick, Bard's broomstick to be exact. It was a bit wonky though, for a flying broomstick, but nothing she could not handle. She flinched at the sound of the roar of a dragon. God, by the sound of those vibrations that was one big ass dragon. Please let Thorin be okay. Please let the company be alive.

She zipped through the large kingdom, following the vibrations and the wells of fire and gold. Merlin. That fire was no ordinary fire. This fire was one that brimmed with dark magic, a fire that ate at your skin and tore at all that lay in its path. She flew into the hall, watching as gushes of hot melted gold splashed onto the dragon, burying it under waves of liquid. It screeched, the large snake-like creature, with scales of crimson red and a belly that burned with fire, thrashed in the golden liquid, sinking down into the gold bath.

Harry watches stunned. How stupid are they? Smaug's a furnace with wings! He doesn't die a death of heat! For a minute all is quiet, and the dragon bursts out of the lake of gold with a scream of rage, creating splashes of hot molten gold that splattered on the walls.

"Revenge?!" It screamed, shaking the gold off its skin. No! It lunges for Thorin, its mouth wide open. Harry could see the licks of dark fire escaping from its lips. Thorin watched, his eyes widened in horror. Merlin No! She would not let him die! Not now. Not ever! Harry steeped low, her body pressed onto her broomstick as she soared across the sea of gold. She forcefully pulled the broomstick to a sharp halt in front of Thorin, whipping out her wand.

"PROTEGO MAXIMA!" Harry screamed. The air pulses with magic, and the shield bursts from the tip of her wand, a blue shimmery energy force that blocked off the fire and the dragon's powerful jaws. It slammed into the dragon, knocking it away from them with a loud smack that echoed through the hall. Thorin watches her in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock and relief.

"Amralime…" He whispers in astonishment. They stared lovingly into each other's eyes, cerulean with emeralds.

"Thorin, are you hurt? Oh my god. You stupid dwarf." Harry bursts out, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She did not wanted another love one dead, especially one that she had just found barely days ago! They both turned on hearing the angry shriek of the dragon.

"Miserable dwarves! I will show you revenge!" Smaug snarls, turning around in pure rage. The dragon bursts through the walls of Erebor, climbing his way out of the mountain. He flew, shaking off the bits of gold on his skin, and begun to flap his way to Lake Town with a snarl. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Thorin. I'll be back soon." Harry turned to look at him, caressing his cheek with a touch of her fingertips. His eyes widened at the meaning of her words.

"No! You will not!" He screamed, his voice filled with pure pain and horror, as he watched her fly towards the dragon on her broomstick. "Harry! Come back! It's dangerous! COME BACK!" She dived faster, clenching her jaw tightly. The sound of his strangled scream, made her heart clench with agony. God. Why the hell did he have to go wake up a dragon? She does a dangerous flip, barely missing the roar of his fire. Urgh.

"Protego!" She shields a family from the blast of his fire. She sweeps and dives, shielding people from the roar of his flames. She does a summersault taking a big dive. Oh god. Was that Kili and Tilda on that boat! That very boat that was going to get hit by that flaming pillar? Shit. She swerves, falling through the sky, and pulling the broom back up her shoulder scraping over some broken wood in a mad attempt to save her friends.

"Bombarda!" She screams. The pillar explodes into a cloud of fine dust, and Harry flies over them worriedly. "Are you alright!" She yells at them. They were coughing and sneezing. Tilda glances up at her to give her a bright smile.

"I drank the liquid in my necklace! It brought me luck!" She cries in happiness and relief, jumping up and down. "It brought us you!" Harry gives her a bright relieved grin. She turns to see Bard falling off a tower with his son tightly wrapped in his hands. Crap! She swoops, flying across the burning town barely managing to catch them from falling to their death in fire with a spell. They land softly into the river with a splash, yelling her their thanks. The dragon is laughing, the sound vibrates through the town. It is cackling madly.

"No one not even their famed Black Arrow can kill me! Nothing will be able to harm me! Nothing!" He cackles, as he flew into the night sky, unleashing a roar of flaming hot fire, that burn and licks the air. "No one can kill me! No one!" He shrieks.

"Stupefy!" Harry shrieks, aiming her wand at his eyes. He lets out a yelp of shock. "Deprimo!" She flicks her wrist, cutting at his eyes. He winces with a loud roar. "Diffindo!" The wind slices at him, and he spits a trial of fire at her, and Harry screams as it sears her arm. F*CK!

"Is that the best you can do?" Smaug scoffs, his eyes alight with amusement. "Female wizard!" He sneers, cackling to himself. "I will kill all that you love and take down the entire town! Before I kill the one you seem so adamant to protect." He sneers, his lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth. "Thorin Oakenshield."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" She shrieks her hand shaking as she grips the elder wand. Green pulsating light, a colour she never wanted to see ever again, spews out of her wand. It hits the dragon, ever so slowly, the green luminescent colour of death reflecting in its eyes. The dragon does not even make a sound, as it is surrounded by glowing green light.

It drops through the air, the flames in its body losing their light. He crashes into the river, dead. Harry numbly stowed her wand back where it should be her fingers shaking lightly. Oh Merlin. She never wished to utter those words. Never wished to say it ever. Just one hit. One hit was all it took to kill such a beast. God. She stared at her hands, which trembled ever so often. Merlin. She was protecting the people, but to use that spell?

Someone had to kill it anyway. The little voice in her head told her. It sounded almost like Hermione. Someone like ickle little Harrikins. The twin's voices called from inside her mind. A small smile rose on her lips, at least…Everyone was safe. Thorin was safe. She dropped from her broom in a dead faint, falling into the vast and endless deep black river. Dead to the world.

-(0.0)-Thorin

Mahal. He watched as she battled the dragon. The sparks of blue and red that stained the night sky along the clouds of vivid orange. His heart thumping loudly in his chest at each glow in the sky. Then he saw it, the vivid green that reminded him of his Harry. Emerald colour engulfed the dragon in a hug and the dragon fell like dead stone into the river. Dead.

Thorin hoped. He hoped that his love would return to him. Sometimes, he would get dazzled by the gold, but not once did he not have his love in his mind. He barely ate, he barely slept. He worried, that someone would take his gold. Someone would steal his home. That death had taken his love, his sweet Harry. His stubborn, hot headed minx, who had a heart of sunshine, so kind, so gentle, a jester that brought laughter to his life. He would share it all. His wealth. Share it all with her.

"Where is Harry? WHERE IS SHE?" He had screamed, begging, almost on his knees to his nephews. For any news of his lover. The only thing that kept him sane. The only thing that made him responsive to any of his dwarves. Deep in his minds, he knew he was sick. Sick from something horrible, something that ate at his thoughts in his every waking moment.

"I-I'm sorry Uncle. We saw her fight the dragon and then she fell into the water. We searched and searched for Aunty! But, we never saw her. We fear-"Fili gulps down, looking so pitifully at him. Why was he looking at him this way? "We fear that she is dead."

Dead? Thorin had staggered back. His heart felt as if it were carved out of him. He had sat down in his vast treasures of gold. His love was dead. Gone from this world to the next. Without him. The dragon had killed her. He stared at the gold under his hands. The dragon would take the these. Take not only his love, but his gold as well. Everything would be gone from him, if he weren't careful. He remember her eyes, her smile, and her taste. She was his arkenstone. His most precious jewel of them all and Smaug had stolen it. Stolen it from him, and Smaug would be back for more.

"Gold. Gold beyond measure." He whispered to himself. "Beyond sorrow." His lips pulled back, revealing teeth. "And grief." He smiled. The Thorin that his Harry knew, that his Harry had sacrificed herself for, was dead to the world, hidden under layers and layers of gold. Amralime. He calls in his mind. I love you.

Another chapter done! Again there might be errors. But, I wanted to publish it before Christmas in my country ends! It's 11.56 PM now! Oh EGAD! I'm cutting it close!

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