After Dis had shooed her sons out of the smithy and went to get some new water for her brother, Thorin cleared his throat and looked at Oda who had stayed in the smithy with him.

'I am sorry, mylady.' he told her quietly. 'If I had known that it was you...' Thorin smirked lightly, using the exact same words Oda had used as she had kicked him out of his own bed.

Oda looked at him in astonishment. His humor caught her off balance and a small smile was all she managed as a response. Suddenly she felt something wet run down her neck. As she touched the source of it she winced slightly. Thorins sword had burned her soft skin at her neck as she had surprised him. Thorin stepped closer and frowned.

'I am truly sorry, wait let me take a look at the wound.' Thorin murmured, pulling Oda closer to the fire to have more light.

Without protest Oda followed him and sat down on the stool beside the anvil. Softly Thorin took her chin into his hand and tilted her head to have a better look at the cut. It was not deep, but it had not stopped bleeding. As Dis returned with the water Thorin quietly thanked her and asked for a clean cloth. Dis quickly brought one and then left the two alone, smirking. She knew her brother for a long time now and she knew when he was interested in a woman. She just hoped that this time it would not be a meaningless fling. As Thorin returned to Oda with the cloth she was about to stand up.

'Its just a scratch, your majesty. No need to treat it now.' she was about to leave but Thorin gently grabbed her arm.

'I am responsible for this, mylady Oda.' he stated softly. 'Please let me take care of it.'

Slowly, Oda nodded and sat down again. She watched Thorins hands as he dipped the cloth into the water and then gently moved over her neck. His touch was surprisingly soft and Oda could not help but feel a hot sensation at his closeness. Its just the fire. She told herself, trying to control her breath. Little did she know that Thorin was fighting the exact same sensation she felt in that very moment. The fire shone brightly in the smithy and threw shadows over Odas skin. Thorin swallowed hard as his gaze moved over her neck to her collarbone and then even down the slender body. He saw that she was breathing heavily although she tried to hide it. The small wound was cleaned quickly, too quickly for Thorins taste. As he was finished Oda tilted her head back and smiled at him.

'Thank you, your majesty.' she said quietly.

'You do not need to call me that here.' Thorin stated warmly. 'Call me Thorin.'

'Thorin.' Oda smiled. 'It means "bold" in Khuzdul, doesn´t it?'

Thorin looked at her in surprise and nodded. 'Yes, indeed. How do you know?'

'Kili tried to teach me some words in Khuzdul, but its a difficult language.' Oda smiled sheepishly. 'The curses and dirty words are easy.' she added and grinned.

Thorin smiled at the princess. He wondered why she knew what his name meant and if she had asked Kili about its meaning. He shifted on his seat and winced as a sharp pain crossed his left collarbone. The white orc had wounded him with his filthy war hammer and the wound had been infected. It had not closed yet and was hurting. Oda saw him wince and searched for the source of his pain. As she shifted her gaze she saw the deep red gash on his shoulder.

'Its infected! Why didn´t you let someone take care of it?' she asked him. Determined she pulled Thorin up and switched places with him, him now sitting on the stool and her kneeling in front of him. Thorin was so surprised that he sat down without protest.

'It will heal eventually. Dwarves are made of stone, such wounds do not hamper us.' Thorin smirked.

Oda cocked an eyebrow at him. 'No of course not.' she mocked. 'But if the wound gets more infected, you´ll get a fever. You could die and then Dis would have lost yet another family member. Do you want this, Thorin?'

Her words hit something inside of Thorin. He had not thought about the grief his sister must have felt as she had to learn that half her family had fallen before the gates of Moria. This realisation made him give in and he nodded heavily.

'Fine.' he murmured. 'Take a look at it, then.'

'You will have to take off your tunic.' Oda told him shyly. 'There is no way I can clean the wound properly with you having your tunic on.'

With a light smirk Thorin pulled the light fabric over his head, wincing at the motion.

'Made of stone indeed.' Oda mocked again, but her breath was caught in her throat as she took a quick look at Thorins upper body. Made of stone indeed she thought again, quickly tearing her gaze away. The dwarf was incredibly muscular and a thick layer of hair covered his chest and traveled down over the middle of his toned abs and then further down below the navel. As she heard Thorin chuckle quietly Oda turned around and faced his amused expression.

'If I had known the effect on you I would have done that earlier.' he joked.

'I have seen a naked man before, you know.' Oda answered dryly and concentrated on Thorins injury.

Thorins next words left his mouth before he could even think about it. 'I am sure that knight Dago was an impressive sight to you.' As he saw Oda close her eyes in pain he wanted to slap himself silly. 'I am so sorry, mylady. I did not think.'

'Oda.' Oda said quietly.

Thorin frowned at her. 'Excuse me?'

'Oda, not mylady.' Oda looked into his eyes and smiled. 'And yes, knight Dago was indeed impressive.' with a smirk she left Thorin behind to get new bandages and salves from the house.

Thorin sat back on the stool and took a deep breath. He felt hot, but he could not tell wether it was from the fire, fever from the wound or because of Oda. He had managed to calm down a bit as Oda returned with the bandages and salves. Kneeling in front of him she started cleaning the wound like he had done and took a closer look at the wound.

'Your collarbone split.' she realised. 'You must have been in more pain than you want to admit.'

Thorin sighed, the wound really hurt. But he was a proud dwarf and he was not ready to admit his pain in front of the woman who made his blood boil with her touch and her closeness.

'I´ll manage.' he simply said.

'Of that I am sure.' Oda smiled and shook her head about the dwarven pride. 'But I will have to pull out the splinters. Please sit down here.' without warning she pulled Thorin down to the fireplace, making him sit close to the fire. The fires heat hit Thorin like a hot wave and caused him to sweat instantly. As Oda kneeled close to him and pulled his mane away from the wound Thorin nearly lost control. Clenching his teeth he took a deep breath.

'Sorry.' Oda whispered, afraid that she might have hurt Thorin. Slowly Thorin nodded and Oda started picking out the small splinters in Thorins flesh. After that was done she told him to sit back on the stool and covered his wound with the salve.

'I can´t put on a bandage, it would get out of place with every move you make and I believe that you will not stay immobile for a few days?' Oda smirked at Thorin.

'Thats alright, I´m sure it will do.' Thorin cleared his throat. 'Thank you myl...Oda.'

'You´re welcome - Thorin.'

Thorin felt as if time had stopped and that the world around him turned slower than usual. All he saw in this moment was the beautiful woman who kneeled in front of him, looking at him with big and warm brown eyes, her hands still on his shoulders. His gaze shifted to her sensual lips, which were slightly parted and Thorin leaned forward. Both jumped as the door opened with a loud bang and Thorins nephews came tumbling in.

'Mother asks if you would like some more...' Fili froze as he saw his uncles frown.

'Water.' Kili ended the sentence for his brother and looked at him questioningly. 'What?'