A/N: Hahahahahaha, Wynni, what can one say to something like that? :D Thank you, I guess :D The act itself is in the previous chapter, let's deal with the aftermath :D

A/N#2: Darling RagdollPrincess and Wynni, the beginning of this chapter is for you lovely ladies, for all your teasing ;)

That time Thorin buried himself to the hilt with Wren's ankles around his ears while Wren announced her climax so loudly that Smaug turned around with the WTF expression that allowed Bard to make the kill shot that saved Laketown.

"We are in a vent room," her voice was sober and mundane, and he wondered how speaking even worked. He groaned and heavily lifted his head, supporting himself on his elbows. "It means we were pretty much using the shaft above us as a speaking trumpet." She didn't seem upset by the revelation, but he suddenly imagined the magnitude of the show they had just performed. He looked up and confirmed she was right. And she was loud to start with. He might have participated as well. It was uncharacteristic to him, but nothing from his previous experience could have compared to lying with her. He asked himself if he cared, and realised he didn't. "I also think that the dragon is awake."

He looked at her in shock. He couldn't believe it, was she indeed offering him another innuendo? How could she even joke about it anymore? "The dragon is unconscious, Wren," he rasped. She looked at him in confusion and then suddenly laughed.

"Oh the cockiness of men! Is that how you think of your organ? I meant the actual dragon, the one that slept in the treasury? You do remember Smaug, the destroyer of your kingdom, the bane of Durin's folk?" He looked at her not understanding. "Love, during the last bout there was a rumble and the ground quaked..."

His jaw slacked. It did indeed. Right after her first climax on her back, the mountain shook and there was a roar. It all started coming back to him, and he jerked. She hissed, he was still inside of her, and he groaned. Every muscle in his body ached.

"We need to go back." She nodded agreeing and started moving, but he pinned her to the ground with his hips and caught her mouth. One more kiss. She readily opened her mouth to his caresses, her tongue brushed his, and her sweet taste flooded his senses. It was a goodbye but she was still here, and he told himself that until he got up, he still had the right. Her hands tenderly scratched the back of his head, he thought of saying something, but surely she knew, and he deepened the kiss, pouring all that he felt into it.

It was over too soon, but he knew it would never be enough, and he moved away from her. Her eyes slowly opened, and she tried to smile to him, but her lips trembled, and she bit into the bottom one. They got up and attempted to get dressed. He was in a better situation than her, he just needed to pull all of his layers back on, but she was standing studying her destroyed undergarments and trousers. She fixed and adjusted them, picked up his belt and wrapped it around her waist twice supporting the falling trousers. The pale skin of her thigh was showing through a gap on the side, and she gave him a measuring look.

"Give me that blue coat of yours." He handed her the garment, and she draped it around her shoulders and tied a sash around her waist. Somehow she made it work, it looked elegant and modish, and she smiled proudly. He chuckled, and she squared her shoulders. "Ready to face our audience?"

The Dwarves sitting on the ledge smoking their pipes were completely nonchalant, they were after all a libidinous race. Only Ori was perhaps writing in his journal a wee bit too industriously, but the hobbit who apparently had returned seemed half dead from mortification.

"Master Baggins," the thief sounded completely unbashful and happy to see him, "You are alive! Such a relief!" The halfling grew even paler and swayed. Thorin hid a smile in his beard. "We were worried you were eaten by the dragon..."

"I almost was!" The hobbit shrieked, apparently incapable of keeping it in anymore. "There was a live dragon there! Red! Enormous! Gems! The Arkenstone! Dragon! Tail!" Short shrieks escaped him, he started hyperventilating and slid on the ground. The Dwarves looked at him with pity.

"What our burglar is trying to say is that he encountered a live dragon downstairs," calmly announced Balin, and she nodded.

"I did say he would."

"And he was awaken. And flew towards Laketown to execute his vengeance on Men who as he thought had sent Master Baggins after the gold."

"What?!" She gasped and stepped to Balin. "The town?!"

"It is safe," he rushed to reassure her. "Your friends are safe. More so, your friend Bard has slayed him with the last remaining Black Arrow." Thorin grabbed Balin shoulders.

"The beast is dead?"

"Aye, the ravens have brought the news." The thief pressed her palm to her chest and sagged on the nearest boulder.

"They are safe… Maiar be blessed..." She suddenly started sniggering, and Thorin looked at her in confusion. "We leave for one moment, and the destiny of Middle Earth has changed completely." Thorin wanted to remind her it wasn't one moment, but she roared with laughter, and he joined her. The Dwarves and the hobbit stared at them in shock, and he dropped on the boulder near her. They were laughing, grasping for each other, she was wiping tears, he pressed her into his side.

"One thing for certain," he croaked when their frolics finally subsided a bit, "That is not how it is to be recorded in the annals of Erebor history. I will not be remembered as the King who was engaged with his trousers around his ankles when the glorious city of Esgaroth has slayed the dragon." It caused a new bout of loud laughter out of her.

"Oh you don't know everything yet," Dwalin's voice was mischievous, "Apparently the beast got distracted by some loud howling that came from the mountain, he looked back, which allowed the lippy bargeman to find the weak spot in the lizard's skin."

That was too much for Thorin and his thief. Hiccuping and sobbing from laughter, they fell backwards from the rock, roaring and howling, their legs in the air, their hands clasped, her forehead pressed into his neck.