Queen of His Heart

Fan Fiction-Hobbit/Chronicles of Narnia

I do not own the copyrights to the Hobbit; book or movie. Nor do I own any to the Chronicles of Narnia

A/N= 1) I got this idea off a You Tube video someone made. I figured I couldn't find a sequel to their video, so I am writing one here. 2) I also have messed with time frames and facts for the sake of the storyline, but remember this is FAN-FICTION nothing more.

Thorin and Lucy Talk

Ch. 11

Thorin stood on a hill overlooking his home. It was nothing compared to his home in the cave with all it's treasures and he hadn't minded ; until now. "Lucy's back. She's been spotted heading this way." Legalos' words came to his mind as his eye stayed on the three room cabin with an open porch on its side. There was a small pig pen near a tool shed slash barn, a small opening to a mine, and a larger pen to the other side of it. It held one milk cow and her calf. His home was as simple as the small silver wedding band that had never been taken off. Thorin's mind would have strayed to memories only he heard hooves approaching and turned his head. Lucy! She'd finally arrived, but his feet would not move.

Lucy climbed down from the steed she'd borrowed and looked around as Thorin watched from a distance. He waited for her to run for surely a queen would never stoop so low as to live in such a place. He watched her search the home, the barn; even the mine, finally his feet took him down the hill.

"Lucy…" Thorin got her name as she existed the mine, but the rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat as it constricted so tight he thought for sure passing out might be an option.

"Thorin, I…" Lucy found herself halting her speech as she slowly walked across the yard wanting to embrace him, but not sure if he'd turn away.

"Please, sit." Thorin pointed to stump so instead she took the seat he pointed to when her feet got her close to where the old king was standing.

Lucy noticed Thorin's hair was just as dark as the day she'd met him; almost. The silver streaks were more pronounced, and his skin slightly more wrinkled, but overall there hadn't been much of a change. An awkward silence fell between the two until Lucy finally spoke.

"I never stopped loving you, even when I left." Her eyes plead for him to say he understood.

"Neither did I." Thorin sighed and then turned away from her. "But it's been a long time, and I don't have much; probably less even then when we met." He had to give a slight chuckle at the small girl that had annoyed him then slowly grown on him. "Remember when your first came back?"

"Of course, we didn't even let people know I was here, nor that we'd married." Lucy smiled as her mind turned back the hands of time.

"We really should tell someone." Lucy giggled as Thorin picked his bride up and carried her over the thresh hold into a small room after they'd exchanged private vows.

"Later, right now I'm hungry." With that he'd growled and shut the door.

"Did you ever tell anyone?" Thorin asked low half-thinking the honeymoon they'd managed to get had been nipped in the bud by his obsession with many things; ones he'd rather forget.

"My brother, Edmund." Lucy twisted her hands, "I'm not sure he believed me, but he never said a word against it, nor did he push me to marry. " She gave a slight chuckle. "Well, not much anyway." Standing on her feet she asked Thorin if they stood a chance.

"Oh, Lucy…" Thorin turned back to face her and silently groaned as he spread out his hands, "…what can I give a queen of Narnia? You deserve so much better."

"I don't want more, and there's nothing wrong with what you have." Lucy walked up to him and laid her hands in his. "I've never had much and I don't mind, honest. I just want you." She watched the battle rage on of which both the high female elf and Gandalf had spoken of. Thorin wanted her by his side, but the name in only king still hesitated. "Please,, don't push me away. I'm sorry for leaving; I should have stayed." she said placing her hand along his jaw.

"No, you were right to leave." Thorin lifted his hand and stroked her cheek with a faint smile on his face, "It…among other things, is what finally woke me up. If you'd stayed and put up with what I was pulling I doubt I'd have come to my senses." The man watched the effect his hands were having on Lucy and yet again a battle continued. "I love you…"

But?" Lucy's heart froze as his lowered his hand and dropped it along with his other.

"Oh, Lucy, so much water under the bridge. I don't know what to do or say anymore." Thorin went and sat on 'his' tree stump at the edge of his property; which was as almost as small as the house he lived in.

"Let me stay." Lucy stretched out her hands only to get told to go stay with Diane.

"I can't promise you anything Lucy, give me this night to make a decision. I'll let you know either way in the morning." It was Thorin's turn to lower his pride and plead with his eyes for her to accept he needed the night to come to a final choice on who or what was going to win the war going on inside himself.

"Okay." Lucy whispered as she walked up to him. "But I get at least a kiss." Thorin did not fight her. She purposely took her time wanting him to know her words weren't all talk. When she finally pulled away Lucy only asked if she'd really see Thorin in the morning. Her question was answered with a slight nod of the head.

With Thorin's home behind her Lucy slowly led the horse down the road which would lead her to Diane's new place. The feel of Thorin's lips still lingered on her mouth and she bit her lip. How she hated battles; of any kind. All she wanted was to be in Thorin's arms again and to be his – openly this time.

The Dwarf king watched Lucy go down the road and subconsciously laid his hand on his chest. There was no question he wanted her by his side, in his life and in his bed, but neither did he wish to subject her to needless misery. Thorin didn't realize he'd spoken the words a loud until he heard a response to the thought.

"Whose to say what misery is? I have always heard one person's heaven is another's hell." Gandalf's voice startled Thorin and he whirled around.

"How long have you been standing there?" Thorin growled with his hands on his hips.

"Long enough; we need to talk." Gandalf replied in his typical tone of voice and headed into Thorin's home knowing the Dwarf would be stubborn, or annoyed, enough to follow.