In fact, I'm sorry for this one! I don't like it... but I didn't know how to write it else!

The next one will be (probably & hopefully) better! :/

I wanted to bring them closer to each other and she needed to tell him the story...

I hope it's not completely crap...

just read it:DD

And tell me if you think, like me, that this is a not good or tell me that it is:D Both will be accepted :P

And yes I'm aware of this is totally cheesy and Thorin is not like he's usually.

That's because of me:DD I'm desolate romantic^^

Here it is:D

Thorin looked confused: "You're finally telling me?"

"Yes… I think it's time."

"Why now?"
"I guess you waited long enough and frankly, I'm sure you won't remember without a little push in the right direction!" The king laughed and responded: "Well, I guess you're right. Will you only give me that push or pull me in, telling me everything?" That caused her to laugh: "I'm not quite sure yet."

"Why don't you start? I'm curious!"

"What's in there for me?"

"Don't know… Maybe respect?" She groaned and threw one of the pillows she laid on at him: "Wow… Thorin Oakenshield, the appreciative!"

He bowed deep and he wasn't long in coming up with: "And Lady Nalia… the kind!"

"So… If I'm kind, I should tell you everything now, shouldn't I?"
"Oh… please! Stop making me crazy!"

"Am I? Again?" The black haired she-dwarf laughed.

"You are!"

"Well, I'm sorry for that, prince."

"Are you? Really?" He asked unbelieving.

"No!" She laughed.

"I knew it! So would you start your story?"

"Can we go outside? I'm sure you want to leave as soon as possible and I want to see something of this place."

"If you are capable of walking… Why not?"

She realized that she only wore a nightgown with long arms and suddenly she felt bare in front of the male-dwarf.

"Where are my cloths?" Nalia wondered.

"Lord Elrond ordered to give you new. You and Vel fell and Vel lay on your right leg. Your trouser is totally damaged"

"Oh… is Vel okay?"
"Yes I visited her and she's fine… but you… your leg is almost blue and violet, a bit green and some open wounds are there too."
Nalia snatched away the blanket and when she saw her leg her mouth was open and her eyes grew big: "Huh! I…" She was terrified. Her calf was as he said, blue and green and violet, and there were a few open wounds with dry blood over it.

Tears filled her eyes: "Why does it hurt now?"

"Hey… don't cry! This will pass!"
"But why it hurts now?"
"Because you didn't knew you had it… you never had a bad wound, hadn't you?"

"No." The tears ran down her cheeks and Thorin sat down next to her on the bed.

"Frankly, I saw wounds much more sore than this one..."

"It hurts so much." Nalia hated it how her voice sounded… like a little child.

"Shh…" He pulled her into his arms and caressed her hair and her back, "This will pass."

Slowly the pain that filled her whole body made way for these damn butterflies.

"Thorin?" She whispered to his chest.

"Yes?" He breathed into her hair.

"I wanted to tell you my story."

"And you wanted to go outside."

"I don't want to stand up. I'm afraid it will hurt."

"You can wait. And while waiting you can tell me everything."

"So…" she moved away, "It's a long story… I want to lie down, if you don't mind."

"I do not." But before she had the chance to lie down, Thorin threw himself in the

pillows and offered her his arm, a bright grin on his face.

"You are unbelievable, prince!" Nalia groaned.

"I know. Come here. I'm much more comfortable then these pillows!"

While shaking her head she accepted.

He wasn't right but in fact, she liked him more then the pillows.

When Nalia's head rested on his chest, Thorin put his arm around her and his hand moved up and down her arm.

"My home is, or rather was, the Fiery Mountain. I was young when my mother, Lady Atalia, died and my father, King Hreon, married another woman, Lady Derina…"

"You are the princess? The princess of the Fiery Mountain..." He said startled.

"Don't interrupt me!"
"Forgive me… princess." She hit him. "Ouch!" and she giggled.

"However… Lady Derina never liked me and frankly, this feeling filled me too. She was that homely! Anyway, when I was old enough to learn something, my father asked an old man, named Lomble, to teach me all about middle earth…"

"Lomble? Odd name… but sais something to me."
"Don't interrupt me!"

"Sorry…"

"So I learned allot… I forgot the most but I remember a few things. One day I spoke with Derina and she said: 'Your father and I thought of your marriage.' Derina had a terrible voice! Ugh! When I think of it, it feels like thousand little insects run over my body! Brrr…" she shivered at this. "Ohh…" Thorin chuckled and his chest quaked: "Sounds like she was rich?"

"Why?"
"Why would your father marry a woman, who's homely, has a crazy voice and hates his daughter, if she's not rich?"

"Hm… sounds like it could be. But you interrupted me! Again!"

"Yes… Forgive me."

"Don't know yet… Well, she said: 'Your father and I thought of your marriage.' And I was just… don't know…"

"Terrified?"
"SH! Yes terrified and I asked her: 'What? Who should marry me?' And cattish as she was she fluted: 'I thought that too, because I don't know if anyone wants to marry you!'…"

"Oh… I'm sure there are many candidates!"
She looked up to him and grinned: "Don't interrupt me! If you do it one more time… I'll tell you nothing!"

"Sounds fair." He nodded.

"I've got angry and I yelled: 'You are not my mother!' but she said she would be glad about it. That's when it first happened." She paused: "I didn't want it… it just happened! I…" again she paused: "You saw that light right?" Thorin nodded, doesn't want to risk that she could stop relating. "That light… it came from me. I don't know what it is, or why I have it but with that… I can kill people. I've killed her, my stepmother! When it began my father came in and saw everything. But it didn't strike him. I found out, with Gandalf, who I met only few days before that, if I like someone, it doesn't touch him or her, only when I hate them. From that day my father hated me! The only reason why I live in time… is that I am the sole heir of king Hreon of the Fiery Mountain and he wanted to marry me of with someone…"

"Me!"

"What?"
"Me! Your father and my grandfather wanted us to marry!" He sat up quickly, letting Nalia out of his arm and looked down to her: "I remember!"

"You do?"

"Everything! You came in and you were just the shadow of your father! You were afraid of me! Thror sent us to the balcony so he and your father can talk and we had the chance to get to know each other! I saw in your eyes, in your beautiful forest green eyes… you were afraid of this whole marriage! You were so soft and sweet and I didn't want you to be afraid of me!" He watched when she suddenly blushed a bit.

"You asked me if I really want this and I said no."

"I persuaded my grandfather to cancel it because of you… that's why you think you owe me something!"

"Yes… it's long ago but I still remember."

"You changed, milady Nalia!"
"You too, Thorin Oakenshield."

"What happened?"

"After the marriage was cancelled my father relegated my because he was sure I had extort you."

"I… I'm sorry… had I but known! I would have never done…" She put her finger on his lips: "Don't say that! That was the best that ever happened to me! Without you I would not be who I am! When he threw me out I stole Vel's grandmother and some gold! I bought a sward, a bow and a dagger. I had anything I need! And I was free! For the first time of my life! So don't dare to excuse therefor!"

Slowly he took her hand from his mouth and held it in his fingers, while groping from her palm to every single fingertip with his thumb.

"Will you tell the others?"

"I don't know yet… would you want? It's also part of your history."

"You can decide. If you want you can tell them, if not, than do not. Anyway… I will tell them that you're princess!"

"You said it's my decision!"
"I said the decision of telling them our story is yours."

"That's not fair!"

"I will not tell them the story about your stepmother. So… do you want to come with me?"
"I don't know… that wound… I can't estimate how bad it is! I don't want to feel this pain again."

"Again. Then my hug was painkiller?!" He grinned.

"Don't think too much of it!"

"It was!"

"Don't mock me!"
"Sais the girl that mocked three days running!" He laughed.

"Yes… You're right."

"Come on. Take my hands, if you cannot stand I'll help you."

Thorin reached out for her and Nalia accepted.

Slowly Oakenshield stood up from the bed and she followed him.

One bare foot on the cold floor… and then the other. Half leaning on him, half pulled up by him she came back up. After a few seconds Nalia shifted her weight first on her left and then slowly to the right leg.
"How do you feel? Does it hurt?"
"Just a little bit. I can take it."
"Are you sure?"

"I am, prince! So where are these cloths you talked about?"

"On the chair in front of the window."

"Can you help me? To get there?"

"I can."

By holding his arm Nalia walked to the chair. But because her leg didn't hurt that much she let him go.

"Would you wait outside please while I'm changing?"

"Of cause, milady."

The king stepped out and the relegated princess hurried to change.

Hmm... It's not that bad as I said^^ I reread it:D

Better than I thought but I still don't like this that much...

So review:D

BTW Thanks for all followers and favorites:D