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As her eyes slowly opened, Eiranna tried to remember where she was, but she felt so utterly disoriented. Her eyes quickly scanned her surroundings. She was indoors, that much she could discern, but in a room unfamiliar to her. The door to the room was closed, and she could hear a fire and feel its warmth upon her face. The furnishings were simple and modest. What was evident to her was she was in someone's bedchambers.
Forcing herself to sit up, Eiranna softly cried out in pain. Looking down, she noticed bandages covering the majority of her right arm. The memories slowly returned. But how did she manage to get away? And where exactly did she get away to?
"I hope you do not mind too much. I took the liberty of cleaning and dressing your wound." I deep, throaty voice startled Eiranna, a voice she recognized. She looked up sharply to find Thorin watching her from the far corner of the room, half hidden by shadows. I am in Thorin's bedchambers, Eiranna realized, frozen in place. Since returning the week before, Thorin was no longer sharing the home of his father; he had moved into a private residence. Eiranna had not been inside, until now.
"Uhh, no. How did I come to be … here?" she stammered in response, attempting to gather her thoughts in her disorientation. Her confusion must have been plain on her face for Thorin began to explain. "You were attacked by an Orc. You put up a valiant fight, but it managed to gouge your arm fairly badly. You lost consciousness. I finished the foul thing off, and I took you home."
Still feeling as if there were pieces missing, Eiranna asked, "You were there?! What were you doing?" "I saw you leave earlier. I followed," he answered, frustration clear upon his face as if the answer to her question was obvious. It was now that Eiranna noticed the growing anger upon Thorin's face. "You are a fool to have wandered off as you did." Eiranna lowered her head, in shame. "I know," she whispered.
"Is this something you do often?! Leaving the borders of our city after dark?!" the volume of his voice increasing as he came towards her. Eiranna shrunk backwards as he neared her. "I was only …" she stammered, desperately searching for the words that would soothe Thorin's anger. "Will you look at me when I speak?! You were only what?! Illuminate me," he roared.
Anger began to bubble up within Eiranna. "Do not shout at me! What does it matter, anyway? There is no reason why you should be so angry with me. I am no concern of yours, really. I am only some burden placed upon you by your father. Any responsibility or care you feel for me is due to some sense of duty as his ward."
"Is that what you think? That I followed you out of a sense of duty?! Do you not think that if you were indeed such a burden I would wish to be free of you? I would not have troubled myself if that was the case …" His words came to an abrupt end.
"Then why?" she asked, curiosity crept into her voice. Her eyes met his. His face showed confusion to the question put before him. "Follow me, I mean," she continued.
The anger eased in Thorin's eyes. She watched as his eyes wandered about the room. He looked at Eiranna for a long moment before he spoke. "You are an honourable women, Eiranna. You have displayed nothing but loyalty to myself and my family."
His eyes held hers in a fierce gaze as he continued, "I care for you. Deeply. I would grieve at the loss of you. I fear I could not bear it." As he spoke, Thorin approached Eiranna, and after a moment's hesitation, sat on the bed mere inches from where she lay. She felt her body stiffen. She could not have been more surprised. A chill swept over her body. For a long moment, there was only silence as the two looked at each other. It was Thorin who broke the silence.
"Let me ask you a question, Eiranna. Why is it you have not taken a mate? I know of offers for your hand. You are not bound to my family, yet there is no evidence you desire to leave. Dis is in no need of a companion at her age." His eyes searched her face as he spoke.
Eiranna was caught off guard by the bluntness of his question. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "For where would I go? Besides my father, yours is the only family I have known. I have been treated with care and compassion. This is my home. I have no need for any other." She paused before she continued. "I should like to pose the same question to you. Why is it you have not yet married? It is clearly of importance to your father, and there is no shortage of female interest."
A smile played at the corner of Thorin's mouth. "There was one, some years back. I had even approached her with the intention of asking for her hand." Eiranna felt the hotness of her blush as it spread across her face. "Do you know of whom I speak?" he asked, his voice but a whisper. She studied the bedspread beneath her hand in attempt to hide her embarrassment. "Eiranna, what is it you most desire?" Thorin tilted his head as he spoke. She paused a moment before she spoke. "What I desire? Children, a husband … a family," she answered softly, keeping her eyes deliberately averted from his. A soft hmmm was all Thorin offered in response.
"I am eternally grateful to you," she admitted softly. "You have saved me, yet again, and I do thank you." After a moment's hesitation and a small shake of her head, Eiranna continued," I should go. Dis will worry if she wakes and I am not there." Thorin considered her words for a moment before lifting his hand from the bed and bringing close to Eiranna's. She froze in place and watched wordlessly as it hovered above hers, so close it ought to be touching.
Thorin raised his eyes to her face. "What if I could give you what you so desire?" he murmured. Then using only his middle finger, he began to lightly trail his finger along the back of her hand. Eiranna, involuntarily, shut her eyes. After a moment, she felt his hand wrap around hers, its warmth radiated the entirety of her arm. His thumb grazed the back of her hand before his fingers climbed the length of her arm. The lightness to his touch drove her to near madness, and the smallest of gasps escaped Eiranna's mouth. His fingers traveled, slowly, along her shoulders, up her neck, to her jaw, where his hand lightly cupped the side of her face. "Eiranna," The sound of his voice startled her and she opened her eyes. He was studying her closely, holding her eyes before moving downwards to rest on her lips. Eiranna could plainly see the longing and desire upon his face. Rather self-consciously, she pressed her lips together.
"Do I make you nervous?" Thorin asked, softly. In response, Eiranna could only nod. "There is no need to be nervous, sweet girl," he whispered, before pressing his lips upon hers. The kiss was deep and slow. Eiranna's eyes remained closed as Thorin drew back and rested his forehead upon hers. Eiranna slowly opened her eyes to find Thorin's eyes on her. "If you do not wish this, speak now. I will not take you against your will," he whispered. She could feel Thorin's breathe upon her as he spoke. Her lips against his served as wordless confirmation of Eiranna's willingness. As their kiss deepened and became more passionate, Eiranna rose onto her knees and turned herself towards Thorin. He matched her movement by rising along with her, so that he was now standing. He placed his hands firmly around her hips, before slowly wrapping his arms around her midsection, crushing her tight to him.
Thorin held Eiranna fiercely for a long moment, before he pulled away slightly. She felt his hands slowly rise along her back to where the lacing of her dress was. "Undo it," she murmured softly against his mouth, before pressing her lips against his again. She could feel his fingers working at the lacing, before, after what felt an eternity, it gave. Eiranna parted from Thorin's lips and moved away from him. Still kneeling on the bed, Eiranna reached to where her dress sat on her shoulders and pulled it away and down her arms, careful to avoid the injured area. Her eyes did not leave his. The top portion of her dress was now bunched at her hips. Eiranna watched Thorin's eyes move along her body, drinking her in. He raised his arm and beginning at her neck, he ran his fingers lightly over the length of her chest and abdomen. She trembled at the touch. "I have watched you for so long. How I have longed to touch your skin," she heard him murmur. Thorin brought his hand up to cup her right breast tenderly. He moved to her and brought his head to the nape of her neck. He began to kiss her, moving downwards, over her breasts, and along her stomach. All the while, Eiranna remained kneeling on the bed, her fingers moving within his hair.
Before she knew what happened, Eiranna was lying on her back on the bed, with Thorin above her. She raised herself from where she lay upon Thorin's bed. He did not move from her and their mouths were dangerously close. She could feel his breathe. Eiranna reached to the back of her dress and pulled the lacing free. She reached up and began gathering Thorin's hair. She used the lacing to tie it back. As she did this, he brought his arms to fold her into a tight embrace, his face nestled in the crook of her neck. Thorin's beard was rough against her skin as he moved over the space of her neck, planting light kisses as he went. Eiranna felt him breathe the scent of her in. She heard him murmur something against her skin. "What was that?" she questioned. He pulled back to look at her. "Lilacs. You always smell of lilacs."
"Do not take offense at what I am to ask you," he said softly in her ear. "Have you been with a man?" She shook her head. He nodded, approvingly. "I will claim you, and you will be mine." He pulled her dress, still remained bunched at her hips, and undergarments down the length of her legs and tossed them onto the floor. Her nerves overwhelmed her and she trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't help but be embarrassed by her nakedness. Thorin resumed his position above her, and as she watched, shed his shirt, which came to rest with Eiranna's clothes upon the floor. He reached down to her hand. He grasped it and brought it to rest upon his chest. She thought she could faintly hear his heartbeat beneath his chest. She could feel Thorin's firm, well-built muscles from his years of labor and war. Eiranna felt somewhat mesmerized by his muscular form and had difficulty looking away. Thorin bent down to her, and into her ear whispered, "I will take you now."
Eiranna closed her eyes, and she could hear Thorin's movements to free himself from the pants he wore. She felt his hands on the inside of her knees before he slowly spread her legs apart. She whimpered as he brushed his fingers up the outside of her legs. "Eiranna, open your eyes." She did as requested and saw he watched her intensely. "This may hurt. Just focus on me." Eiranna nodded. Thorin paused but a moment, before he entered her in one swift thrust, claiming her as his own. She cried out as he tore through her. Her trembling increased as pain spread outwards from her abdomen. She could feel tears forming in her eyes. Thorin froze at the sound of her yelp and the sight of her newly formed tears. He lifted a hand to gently grasp Eiranna under her chin. "Shall we stop?" he asked. She could clearly see the concern upon his face. She shook her head frantically, and he nodded. Thorin continued his thrusts, slowly and cautiously. His eyes remained locked upon Eiranna's, only breaking it to tenderly kiss her lips from time to time. As he went, the pain Eiranna initially felt subsided and eased into something akin to pleasure. She felt entirely consumed by Thorin and felt a closeness she had never before experienced in her life.
Exhaustion soon came upon Eiranna. Thorin, sensing her fatigue, pulled from her and shifted his body to rest beside hers. The pair lay facing one another. Thorin brought his hand to caress the side of her face, and she smiled sleepily. Eiranna held his eyes as long she could, before sleep finally took her.