Chapter Fifteen
The next morning was the trial, and Lady Silverforge indeed was sent to exile, as she was no long welcome in any of the dwarven kingdoms, which meant she would pretty much live out in the wild. Once the trial ended, Thorin sighed with relief. "Thank Mahal, that is over." said Thorin. "Me too." said Cyril. "How is the wedding gown going so far?" asked Thorin. "Its nearly finished, Thorin. Just a few finishing touches left on it." Cyril replied.
Three weeks later, the day came for the wedding. Cyril had been busy in her chambers, getting ready for the big day, with the help of Lady Dis, and several other dwarf women, including Gloin's wife, Sadhi. Cyril looked in the tall long mirror, as she stood in her wedding gown made of the finest white silk, and a full length skirt. Her hair neatly braided, which was done by Dis, and Sadhi. In her hair are flowers (It was Cyril's idea of the flower tiara). "My brother is going to go hay wall when he sees you!" beamed Dis. Cyril laughed. And the others joined in with her.
Meanwhile in the private parlor, Thorin sat by the fireplace smoking his pipe, now wearing his formal clothing of dark blue fur lined robe, black leather tunic, and trousers, and silver and gold chain mail. Balin, Dwalin entered, and Bilbo came following behind them, dressed in his finest clothing. Thorin turned smiling at all of them. "I'm glad all of you are here! Nice suit you're wearing, Mister Baggins!" said Thorin.
"Yes, I purchased some clothing with some of the gold you had given me Thorin." said Bilbo. "That's good to hear! I'm glad you found some use of the gold!" said Thorin. "Well the wedding is going to start soon! We must get going!" said Balin. Thorin nodded, as he led them out of the private parlor, and headed towards the Throne Room where the ceremony is going to be held. Meanwhile, Cyril approached the large double doors outside the Throne Room. Cyril took deep breaths, and closed her eyes.
You can do this, Cyril! Cyril thought to herself.
Soon as she could hear the orchestra started to play the music, two heralds opened the doors, and she entered. Oh, Mahal! Look at him! Just look at him! He look so handsome, so regal! thought Cyril as she approached the Throne. Standing on Thorin's left side are Fili, Kili, Balin, Dwalin, and soon joining them Dis.
Once she reached the throne, Thorin stood next to her, as the Wedding ceremony began, presided by a dwarven priest and Gandalf. The ceremony was beautiful, and Cyril could feel her heart beat racing. Suddenly, Thorin turned to face her, as the marriage vows started, beginning with Thorin, as he sang his marriage vows to her in his deep, rich velvety baritone. Once Thorin finished, Cyril began speaking her vows,(she spent most of the night writing herself).
Once the ceremony ended, and another came afterwards, the coronation of Erebor's Queen. It was Dain, who stepped forward with a red cape, as he wrapped it around her, and Gandalf placing the golden tiara on Cyril's head. And Gandalf announced the King and Queen of Erebor to the large crowd gathered in the Throne Room. "All Hail King Thorin, Queen Cyril of Erebor!" Bard called out, and the crowd cheered the same in reply. Soon everyone gathered in the Great Hall for the feasting and celebration. Musicians greeted everyone with music as they entered the Great Hall.
Thorin reminded Cyril he had composed a special song about her, that he would be performing later on during the celebration, which warmed her heart. After a big dinner, there was music and dancing, first led by the bride and groom.
Later on as the evening progressed, Thorin indeed performed his song for Cyril, and of course with accompaniment of his harp. The song was absolutely beautiful, and the words moved through Cyril as well as everyone gathered in the Great Hall. As Cyril watched him, she could the glow of the light of the hearth radiating behind him, making him appear quite regal and kingly, and handsome. Fili and Kili couldn't help but chuckle as they seen Cyril's reaction, and Dis given them a nudge.
When the song ended, there was a long and loud applause and cheering coming from the guests, as Cyril ran towards Thorin, embracing him, as Thorin held her close. "I love you, Thorin!" whispered Cyril. "I love you too, Cy!" whispered Thorin. "Your Majesty, we have several more guests whom wish you a congratulations. Meet Lord Vigmar and Lady Ella from Ered Mithrin." said Balin. The dwarves stepped forward giving Thorin and Cyril their congratulations. However, Lady Ella seemed to be very distracted, as her eyes gazed upon Bilbo, sitting alone.
"Who is that, Your Majesty? We never seen him before!" asked Lady Ella. "Oh, that is my friend, Mister Baggins, whom helped us reclaim Erebor!" Thorin replied. "Oh, is he? He's rather cute!" beamed Ella, and she walked away. Thorin burst into laughter. "You must excuse my daughter, she's never met a Halfling before." said Lord Vigmar, rolling his eyes.
Thorin grinned. "That look! I know that look! What are you up too, Thorin?" whispered Cyril. "Its time to play matchmaker!" said Thorin. "What?" said Cyril, looking at Thorin with a puzzled look. "I'm going to get Ella and Bilbo together." said Thorin. "But Thorin, Bilbo barely even knows her!" said Cyril. "Look, they are talking already!" said Thorin, pointing at the hobbit and Ella, talking merrily together. "Then, why bother your help? They can do just fine on their own!" said Cyril, smiling at Thorin.
"Now its time for our alone time!" purred Thorin. "Good idea." said Cyril. Thorin given word to Balin that he and Cyril would retire to their room for the night, and the celebration continued on after Thorin and Cyril departed from the Great Hall. As soon as they entered their chambers, and the bedroom, both quickly got undressed. "I love this wedding gown and all, but the skirts was so heavy, I had a difficult time walking in them!" said Cyril. Thorin laughed. "That's what you get for designing a gown with an extremely puffy skirt! I'm surprised you even made it in the doorway just earlier." said Thorin, with a chuckle.
"Ha, ha. Very funny!" said Cyril. "You know the gown would make a great tent, now that the wedding is over!" said Thorin, playfully. "Thorin, you're rotten!" laughed Cyril, as she slapped Thorin in the shoulder.
"Not as rotten as Kili!" shot back Thorin. "Now I see that Kili takes that on honestly." said Cyril. "Oh you!" said Thorin, as he grabbed Cyril, taking her by surprise, pinning her on the bed, now that the two of them are undressed. "Now its time for our own, fun!" murmured Thorin, as he began kissing Cyril from her lips, and down to her neck, as Cyril released a soft groan of pleasure.
Two months later..
City of Dale
Several dwarves gathered around a table in a pub, led by Nigel Silverforge, who was holding a meeting with them. "Its to my attention that our situation is getting more dire. We cannot allow this woman to continue as our Queen, and these tom fools whom we can dwarves to be our leaders! Its time we should take action, and destroy them. I've been wanting Thror's Title since a young age. Its time we get back what they have taken from us!" said Nigel. The rebellion dwarves cheered.
"And how shall we approach our attack, Nigel?" asked one dwarf. "We will begin with the woman. She's half dwarf, we can have some fun with her." said Nigel. "You mean treat her like some common whore?!" gasped a dwarf.
"We will take her, and hold her for ransom until King Thorin agrees to give up his title, and his gold." said Nigel. The Dwarves nodded. "What happens if they don't?" asked another dwarf. "We will kill them all! And this is the plan.." began Nigel.
Erebor,
Lonely Mountain
"Its really nice you're taking all of us on a picnic, brother! We haven't had a family outing in ages!" said Dis, as she, Cyril and Bombur loaded up several picnic baskets. "Fresh air will do us some good!" said Thorin. "Especially you lad. We're doing our best to keep you away from the Treasury as much as possible!" spoke up Balin. "So do we have everything?" asked Thorin. "Everything's packed!" said Dis. "What about our instruments? We got to have some music during our outing Uncle?" asked Fili.
"Yes, don't forget the instruments. Kili, you go fetch my harp! The small dark wooden one!" said Thorin. Kili nodded, as he left the room. Once Kili returned, everyone headed out from the Mountain, heading towards the lake nearby where they had their picnic. Several blankets had been spread out for those who attended the picnic.
Thorin and Cyril sat on their own blanket, as they began eating. Thorin took notice of Cyril eating like she had never eaten before. "My goodness, Cy! Slow down! You're starting to eat like Bombur!" laughed Thorin. Even Bofur took noticed. "At the rate she's going, she'll end up beating him in a eatin' contest!" chimed in Bofur. "Its weird. Normally I wouldn't eat like this. My appetite has been increasing for the past several days. If I keep this up, I'll balloon up and end up looking like my Aunt Niera!" said Cyril. "Why? Was yer Aunt pretty big?" asked Bofur.
"About the same weight as Bombur. My parents and I tried to tell her she needed to diet because we were concerned of her health. With her being a hobbit and all, she shouldn't be that heavy! Yes, hobbits are known to be plump, however, she is overweight, and it could do damage to her heart." said Cyril. "I know what that is like. I tried telling Bombur that he wouldn't listen." said Bofur. Bombur snorted and threw an apple at Bofur. "Hey!" exclaimed Bofur, and he threw the apple back at his brother. Thorin and Cyril laughed.
"Well maybe its just a phase." said Thorin. Cyril rolled her eyes and snorted. As the afternoon progressed, the picnic went on successfully, as some went swimming in the lake, or went fishing.
While the rest remained behind, either talking or playing music on the instruments that was brought along. Thorin ended up playing music, alongside with Bofur, Bombur, Dwalin and Balin, and sang a little. Soon nightfall came, and everyone gathered around a small fire that was set up, and the majority of the dwarves began playing music and singing that night. During the time listening to the music, Cyril had to excuse herself, as she had to relieve herself. "Do not go to far, love!" said Thorin, as he kissed her cheek.
"I won't, Thorin!" said Cyril, and she walked towards a forest area, where it was private enough to do her business. She had a difficult time finding a spot for privacy, as she continued further into the woods. Finally, she found a spot, as she had done her business. As she done so, she heard movement through the trees. "Thorin? Is that you?" Cyril called out. But there was no answer. "Fili, Kili?" Cyril called out again. She was hoping Fili and Kili wouldn't pull any pranks to scare her.
Suddenly, she heard the movement again. "FILI! Kili! This isn't funny! I know how you two are with your pranks! I'm not falling for it one, bloody bit!" Cyril called out again. Suddenly, to Cyril's shock and horror, several dwarves jumped out from the trees, as they grabbed her.
"Gotcha, little one! You're OURS now!" snarled the first dwarf. "Hey! What are you doing?! LET ME GO! LET GO OF ME NOW!" Cyril screamed. "By orders of our Lord Nigel, you are under his command now, woman!" snarled the second dwarf. Cyril tried her best to fight off these dwarves, but she couldn't. There was too many of them, and with their strength, she couldn't fight them off. Cyril screamed until one of the dwarves covered her mouth. "Now, we won't have any of that, woman! We don't want your precious husband to hear us!" snarled the third dwarf.