Hooray! I am so excited to finally be able to write them together now. I hope you guys like this chapter and what will be coming in the next chapters :)

Also, I am adding Dis into the mix, so some sections will be written from her perspective.

Thorin lay on his side. Eiranna was on her stomach, still asleep, her head positioned to face him. He watched her. He liked her here, in his bed. It was as it should be. Thorin brought his thumb to her bottom lip and lightly swept it across, caressing the soft, thin skin. She stirred in her sleep, but did not wake. Her long hair, tightly braided the night before, had mostly come loose, and it spread widely about her. Thorin took hold of a long strand near to him and ran it through his fingers. In her sleep, Eiranna uttered a soft sigh, and shifted, fitfully, from her stomach to her side. Her back was now to Thorin's front. She had not clothed herself after their coupling the night before, and her naked back was exposed to him. Thorin inched closer and lightly kissed her shoulder, before trailing his index finger down the middle part of her back.

Evidently, his touch woke her, for Thorin saw her head move, which was followed by a soft yawn. "Good morning," he murmured into her back. It took a moment before Eiranna, slowly, turned her body to face his. She looked slightly stunned and disoriented, but not displeased. Thorin thought her nerves were getting the better of her, for she buried most of her face in one of blankets that covered them. Her features below her eyes were shielded from him. He reached up and pulled the blanket gently from her face. He was pleased to discover she was smiling shyly. He matched her smile, before pressing his lips upon hers. "I trust you slept well?" he asked, against Eiranna's mouth. "Aye, I did," she replied, quietly. Thorin's eyed dropped to the location of her injured arm. "How is your arm feeling?" "It hurts," she admitted. "Let us see what we can do about that," Thorin said, as he peeled the blankets from him and stood. He bent to the floor to retrieve his trousers. As he shrugged them on, he caught Eiranna watching him, her face flushed. He approached her, bare chested. Thorin sat on the edge of the bed, and he held his arm to her. "May I see?"

Eiranna sat up in bed, tucking her legs beneath her. She held the sheet across her naked form self-consciously. Her dark hair, some hidden beneath the sheet, cascaded across her shoulders and down her front. She lifted her injured arm and placed it into Thorin's waiting hand. The movement caused the sheet to shift slightly, exposing the majority of her right breast. She was unaware until she noticed Thorin's attention had shifted, and she quickly covered herself with the sheet. "There is no reason to shield yourself from me, Eiranna." She dropped her gaze, her face flushed red. "Tell me your thoughts," he inquired, as he placed a finger beneath her chin and brought her face to meet his. "I am not the first to have been in your bed," she murmured, so quiet Thorin strained to hear her words. "I am no different from those who came before."

Thorin paused a moment before he made his reply. "You are not the first to lay with me. I will not deny that. There are certain expectations I have had to fulfill as a male of my particular standing," he admitted. He watched as her eyes clouded. His words left her troubled. "But do not doubt your importance to me," Thorin continued. "This may be the first time you have been in my bed, but it will not be the last. You are the only woman who will lie upon my bed from this moment onward." He allowed her a moment to process his words, before kissing her once more. "Now, let us see to your arm."

Thorin removed the bandages he had applied the night before, exposing her injured arm. The skin beneath was angrily red and swollen, but had, thankfully, stopped bleeding. He gently put a finger to it, causing Eiranna to cry out softly. "It needs a thorough cleaning is all; you will be fine," he said, patting her hand. He stood and made his way toward the medical supplies he had used the previous night. Before he was able to return to the bed, Thorin heard someone rapping loudly against the main door. He turned toward Eiranna. "Wait here until I return," he said, pausing briefly in wait of her acknowledgment. She nodded, and Thorin made his way to the front of his home to discover what was so urgently needed of him.

As Dis stood waiting outside the main door to Thorin's home, her expression was one of concern. She danced nervously from foot to foot as she waited for her brother to answer. It was a moment before she heard footsteps approach on the other side. As the door opened, Dis did not wait for her brother's greeting before she spoke. "Have you seen Eiranna? She is not in her bedchambers, and her bed has not been slept in. I am worried, as is father."

"You need not, sister. She is here," Thorin answered calmly, motioning Dis in with hand. "She's here? Why is she here?" she asked, as she passed through the entryway and into the Main Hall, a puzzled expression upon her face. "There was an incident last night with an Orc, and Eiranna was injured. Afterwards, I brought her here," answered Thorin. "What?! Is she alright? What happened?" Dis cringed, inwardly, at how frantic she sounded and willed herself to remain calm. "Eiranna was outside the city when an Orc came upon her. She sustained an injury to her right arm, caused by the creature's claws. I will explain in detail a bit later." "What reason did you both have for leaving the city so late?" Dis asked. "I happened to see her leave, and, out of concern, I followed." Dis stared at her brother, studying him closely. He stood before her, bare chested, sleep still clearly upon his face. Her confusion, so plain upon her face before, slowly cleared as realization hit. "Oh. Yes, I see." Dis pressed her hand upon Thorin's arm. "I am thankful you did."

"Where is she, now?" Dis asked. "In my bedchambers," Thorin replied. "She slept in your bed?" Dis asked, unable to hide the surprise upon her face. Thorin only nodded. "And where did you sleep, if I may be so bold?" Dis crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Sister, you are entering territory that is no concern of yours. You would do well to discontinue this line of questioning," Thorin answered sharply. Dis saw the warning upon his face and concluded pressing him further would lead to unpleasantries. She did not require the information from Thorin, anyway; she would simply ask Eiranna later on.

"I shall speak with father. Would it trouble you much to stay with her? Her wounds will need to be redressed, and I think she will be unable to do that herself," Thorin requested. "Of course, it would be no trouble," Dis replied, smiling at her brother. "Allow me a moment to speak with her in private," he said, before disappearing into his bedchambers. He closed the door behind him. Dis could hear the sound of muffled voices, but could not make out any distinct words. It was not long before Thorin re-emerged, completely clothed. "Dis, you may go in. I shall return soon." Before he passed by Dis, her hand caught him by the arm. "She cannot see straight at the thought of you. It has always been so," Dis spoke softly, seriousness within her eyes. Thorin paused before he bent to press a light kiss upon his sister's cheek. Dis watched as he made his exit, before slipping into the bedchambers where Eiranna waited.