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AN: As always this is a flight of fantasy. I have never written for these fandoms until this fiction. I do accept criticism but do not spread your hate for LGBTQ+, Genderfluidity, poly, or genderbend. I will not accept that. Don't read if it's not your thing simple as that.

Chapter 13 - At Last

The battle had ended. The Orcs had been hunted down by elf, dwarf and human. They were determined to eradicate out as many orcs as they could possibly take out. The vermin had been around long enough and the other peoples of middle earth tired of them and the evil they carried. Harry, unwillingly, was placed on bed rest after the battle. She had been stabbed by Azog and after she had healed Thorin, her body collapsed. Thranduil and Thorin had both flipped batshit crazy on her. They panicked. Her being wounded not just once but twice had sent them over the edge. She could understand that, and she did need to heal. That she was in agreeance with, but they wouldn't let her do anything. At all. By herself. At all!

At one point she convinced Tauriel to help her escape. And escape she did. She had been in bed for about three weeks, and she was done. Those two were worse than mother hens. She could understand it but nope she was done. Harry stayed gone with Tauriel for two days before she returned. She did not want to punish them too harshly for driving her crazy though. When they reappeared, Tauriel left her to her own devices while she searched out her dwarf prince. She had missed Kili while they were away. Harry perused through town before she returned to where they had been staying in Dale while the battlefield had been cleaned up. As she turned a corner she walked upon her nephew, Fili, flirting hard to Lady Sigrid. He was so smitten, and Lady Sigrid was just as smitten it seemed. Harry cleared her throat to garner their attention.

It did the trick. Sigrid was as red as a beet and Fili stuttered over his words. Harry calmed them down and said she dearly approved of their match and would convince both sides to allow the match. Fili and Sigrid gave her their thanks and Fili offered to escort her to his uncle and to see her elf-king. They quietly strolled through the streets and out of Dale. There were several large tents set up outside of Dale. They were Elven made by the looks of it. In the distance Harry could see several rams and carts going in and out of Erebor.

"Uncle!" Fili suddenly called out.

Harry spun in the direction of where Fili was standing. And there in her line of sight was her Prince of Erebor. Thorin was there and staring at her. She gave a small wave and Thorin rushed to her. He swept her up into his arms and captured her lips in a desperate kiss. He held her close but the need to breathe won out. Gasping for breath they pulled apart.

"Don't leave me again." Thorin rasped as he touched her forehead with his own.

"I won't." Harry whispered.

Thorin kissed her softly and lovingly and held her close. The love that she felt radiating off of him touched her heart. The gentleness he held her with touched her soul. She knew he was angry with her for leaving but he did not show it.

"Harry!" Thranduil's voice reached her ears.

With a sigh, Thorin reluctantly let her go. Thranduil was close then and Harry walked right onto his waiting arms. He held her tightly and tilted her head for a searing kiss. It may have only been two days but even to her it felt like years.

"Do not leave again." He said softly when he pulled away.

He held her shoulders and looked into her emerald eyes. She could see that he was upset with her. And she wished to undo that hurt. For both of them. This had hurt her too. But she had been the cause to hurt them all. This soul mate bond was no joke. A little roar came from the sky, and she looked to see Drago zooming down towards her. She lifted her hand and the tiny dragon landed and zoomed up her arm and into her thick ebony locks. The three had been so distraught without her. And she had upset them all and herself.

"I will not leave again. I promise." she whispered.

A shout from over an approaching dwarf garnered Thorin's attention. Harry waved him on and promised she would stay with Thranduil. He would find her with him when he was done with his work. Thranduil held her arm and escorted her towards a large white tent. Drago left her hair to go find something to do. Apparently, he was quite pleased with himself in achieving a great conversational companion in Gandalf. Once inside and the flap closed Harry finds herself grabbed and kissed passionately by Thranduil. His larger body walking her backwards until she fell over onto some plush bedding. His body pinning her to it. His hand captured both of hers and held it above her head. Harry jerked away on account of needing to breathe. The look in Thranduil's eyes was primal and wild. Harry felt her body tingle at the fire burning in his eyes and the hardness of his body against hers.

"I love you Thranduil." she said to him.

"My love." he responded.

Harry smiled at him and held him closer. She wanted this just as much as he did. She wanted to feel him, them, as close as they could possibly get. She wanted to feel the physical side of their love.

"Love me." she said.

Thranduil lowered his head again to her lips. His hair curtained around them, and he loved her with everything that he had. He let his body wring hers of her passion and showered her with the love he held in his soul for her. Harry did not know how long they had been together but before she knew it the dinner bell outside was being rung.

"Come, my love, we must get you some nourishment." Thranduil said and helped her dress as he dressed.

They left the tent and went out to the grounds. Harry followed him as he led her over to where some wagons were set with all kinds of different foods available to choose from. As she was filling her plate, Thorin came up to her side. He had a plate in hand. She smiled at him and stayed with him as he filled his own plate up. All three sat together and enjoyed the evening meal with each other. Thranduil and Thorin actually had civil conversation and Harry was thrilled to see it. The meal was longer than she had anticipated. But then again everyone was in a jovial mood and seemed in need of just having pleasant company. Harry yawned and Thorin noticed. He got her attention and offered his hand. She accepted with another yawn. Thranduil and Legolas were in deep discussion with Tauriel and the Princes. Thranduil waved her on when she motioned, she was going to bed.

Thorin led her over to a different tent than the one she had been with Thranduil. Harry stretched and yawned when she entered with Thorin behind her. Thorin came up behind her and pulled the laces on the back of the dress she wore. The laces parted easily, and her dress fell down her shoulders. His rough hands dipped around her neck and down into the top of her dress, cupping her breasts. Harry's breath caught harshly in her throat as Thorin's front pressed against her back and his lips scorched a trail from her earlobe down her shoulder. One of his hands trailed up into her thick hair and he grasped it, pulling her head to the side and turned to capture her lips hungrily.

Harry whimpered at his roughness. It did not hurt her but ignited a fire within her deeply. At her whimper, Thorin turned her to him and pushed her dress from her shoulders, exposing her to him. Harry nibbled on her bottom lip as he pulled his tunic over his head. Thorin's Durin blue eyes blazed in the fire light. Harry's emerald eyes looked like pools of ember in the light. He grasped her and pulled her up his body. Harry wrapped her legs around him and kissed him hard. He held her as he toppled them over onto his bedding.

That day, night, Harry experienced pleasure so intense and so encompassing. The love that oozed from Thorin was almost overwhelming. He loved her body, whispered loving phrases to her. He worshipped her until they both collapsed into sleep. She drifted from the world into the dreamworld and slept deeply into her loving princes' arms.