The Mountain of Light
Disclaimer: If I had owned them, then the movies or the books would be CENSORED from the children. XD
Warning: Most of this chapter. *ahem*smut*ahem* Or smuttish.
AN: Now we are TOTALLY getting somewhere. Yeah! We've reached the proper portion of this fic. So excited! So, let's see how this rolls now.
Thank you everyone who've supported. As always, it means a lot.
Chapter 6
Thorin was horrified. As he looked down at the glittering piece— worth million drops of blood—he couldn't help but be frigid at the pure beauty of it.
What Kíli had in his arms was not any piece of valuable rock. It was one which surpassed all the others by insurmountable magnitudes! It was what civilizations had yearned and fought for centuries.
The Ered en Calad. The Mountain of Light.
Once thought to be fabled but of course, it was clearly not so.
His mouth hung ajar as his eyes shone brilliantly from the light being reflected off the beautiful jewel. Now Thorin could understand why it had roused madness.
His ears perked up as he suddenly heard footsteps outside and just as he did, he broke out of his trance and scuffled to cover it up in the pouch.
"Hide it." He said sternly, looking straight into his nephew's eyes which made it abundantly clear that they'd have a long chat over this.
Kíli threw him a questionable glance in return. However, he said nothing and did as he was told.
The muffled noises of hunters' cheers echoed all over the woods and dimmed away successively and rapidly as Thorin's hastened pace put him well past the elves' views.
He could feel beads of cold sweat shimmering his whole body as he thought the mere possibilities of the whole situation. But the new revelation dd nothing to soothe him. Instead, all it did was rouse up his disgust.
Is this what you had in mind, you old fool? He sneered vehemently, his brows furrowing to infinite depths. Have you no sense other than a dubious one to satisfy your greed?
Thrór clearly had gone mad! His gold sickness now claimed his sanity.
And to play with a young one's feelings? This was a whole new level of lowliness Thorin could've ever hoped to associate with his grandfather! That man was prepared to send Kíli alone. He wouldn't even care if the young dwarf lived or died so long as his desired object was handed to him!
His face twisted in utter disgust. To think they were related!
However he quickly shrugged off his all such thoughts and focused purely on one task.
Stay calm. Get out fast.
Otherwise, they'd have to be responsible for starting yet another feud on top of an already existing one. And with Thranduil, he couldn't afford that.
With a burning determination, he shoved his hands deep inside his pockets and quickened his stride.
Rustling sounds entered his delicately sharp ears and Thranduil was experienced enough to know that any sound coming from such a camouflaged wood was never to be taken lightly.
The sound wasn't consistent. Instead, it was more of a cautious nature which made the elven king suspicious. Quietly he slipped away from the calming spot he'd been standing and decided to weed out any threat that could linger about.
He smoothly headed in that direction, careful of being as silent as possible—and thanks to his elven grace— it was a feat he had achieved quite easily.
Face focused and eyes narrowed, he eased his breathing as he quickly closed the distance between him and the source of that noise.
All of a sudden, some spluttering sound was made and followed by some kind of a gasp. It was all it took for Thranduil to be more alert as he approached the spot, hand placed on the hilt of his sword.
He gritted his teeth as the spluttering sound gradually became louder with each step he took. His eyes were were sharply focused and on the lookout for any surprise attack that could make its way.
A step and another...
His hands slowly unsheathed his sword and he brought it up, ready to strike down on the enemy.
Another...another...and...Now!
"WHOA! Hold on, man!"
The scream had surely startled the stars out of Thranduil! He found himself face to face with none other than Thorin Oakenshield, wide eyed, hysterical and with his pants down in the second most private moment.
"Thorin!" He breathed out—in surprise and in extreme relief—as he put his sword down. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you MEAN what I am doing? What are YOU doing?" Thorin sounded horrified as he took in the huge sword that Thranduil was about to wield on him!
At that Thranduil's own facial expressions changed to shock and extreme fluster as he now found it impossible to bring his eyes to normal size and close his mouth that was hanging wide open.
"Oh, I—" he fumbled with words, his elegant mask already broken by the dark shade of crimson marring his cheeks while he still tried taking in the most humiliating moment he'd have faced in eons.
Thorin's case was far worse.
"Can't a dwarf urinate in peace nowadays without some lecher trying to cut his self off?" He quickly tugged at his pants and covered his dignity. "And stop staring, for Mahal's sake! You have one TOO, you know!"
"Of course!" Thranduil replied, sheathing his sword as most of his composure now returned back to him. "You'd know."
His lips then twitched slightly before extending to a fully arrogant smirk as he said in an equally playful tone, "Come now, meleth. It's not like I haven't seen anything before."
"Not like THIS!" Thorin retorted back, shooting a sharp glare at the taller figure.
At that, Thranduil laughed out heartily and shook his head. Before Thorin could give out any more form of retort, he cupped the other's scruffy face and chastely placed a quick kiss on Thorin's lips.
Thorin visibly relaxed under the soft feeling of other's lips pressed on his and deflated just as much when Thranduil pulled away.
"Is this enough for compensation?" Thranduil teased, purring pleasurably as his eyes reflected the heated inner stirrings he was now beginning to feel.
Thorin smirked in response.
"Not even close, elven king." He purred back before grabbing a hold on Thranduil's wrist and dipping him while claiming his mouth.
Thranduil let out a gasp, being taken by surprise and his eyes widened the moment after he felt those familiar lips being pressed on his. As Thorin gently suckled and licked the brim of his lips, Thranduil couldn't help but let his eyes slip shut while he parted his mouth.
He laughed into the kiss when he felt the tingling sensation of the dwarf's tongue clashing against that of his own as Thorin comfortably gained dominance.
Thorin's lips rolled up and down and his tongue slid very easily, determined to merge it with Thranduil's tongue while his hands, which were supporting the taller king, gently coerced him till he was on the forest floor.
As their kiss deepened, Thranduil let his arms roam all over the stout form of Thorin's back, caressing every bit of his sculpted back, barely suppressing a pleasing shudder when he felt something hard pressed between his legs.
Their lungs burned as did the lust in their hearts.
It was quite clear Thorin wanted to go all the way and was in no mood to leave the job partially done—especially since they'd met after so long...and in between such fuelling circumstances.
When air was an absolute necessity, they both pulled apart from the kiss. Lust shining brightly in his eyes, Thranduil looked up and felt his innards being swept away by a storm as he caught the same burning desire in Thorin's determined orbs.
"Here?" He asked in a breathless voice.
"Here," came Thorin's reply, as he started undoing Thranduil's dress while Thranduil impatiently fumbled with his clothes.
What lay before him was nothing short of pure beauty. Over his elegant robes, sprawling all over the ground, Thranduil's flawless pallid skin seemed to shine under the moonlight as he was covered in a light sheet of sweat.
Thorin's breathing got erratic as he let his mouth trace the outline from Thranduil's neck, down to his sternum and over his chest—where it stopped to tease the hardened pink flesh by a gentle suck with his mouth.
In response, Thranduil's body arched into his own as slender fingers caressed his face and tangled themselves in the other's knots, tugging them hard when Thorin resorted to the nasty trick of suckling.
The tug enticed Thorin as he ground himself against the other, letting his hardened self be pressed against the elf's torso which increased the cyclone of lust he felt within him.
Thranduil let out a pleasurable moan as he arched up yet again, drawing Thorin into a very hard and callous kiss.
Thorin broke free and let his mouth trail off to the side of the elf's cheeks, settling on his ear and suck its tip.
He knew what Thranduil's sensitive points were and this just happened to be one of them.
Just as he predicted, Thranduil bit back another gasp while he too suckled on Thorin's pulse, teasing it—taunting it with his teeth before trailing nips all over his neck.
In response, Thorin's erection grew harder and harder and as he pressed more and more against Thranduil, he felt aroused. He felt the elf growing stiff as well, biting back whimpers and moans that dared to leave his delicious lips.
Breathing hard, he had paused momentarily catching Thranduil's eyes who clearly admonished him for even wanting to stop. Getting the silent approval, Thorin took hold of those beautiful long limbs and readjusted himself. Guiding them to his waist, he let Thranduil wrap them around it while he prepared his lover by slowly sliding in one finger.
He heard Thranduil hiss slightly and felt him bucking up.
"I'm sorry. I don't have anything to apply." He said apologetically and laughed as he felt Thranduil's swat on his back.
"I d-don't...mi-ind." Thranduil somehow managed to throw out a reply, overwhelmed with lush and ecstasy.
Thorin nodded and slid in his other finger just as slowly and started stretching the elven king. He smiled to himself at the relative ease of it all; on account of those many nights not too long ago when they'd been engaged in the same activity while Thranduil visited to pay his respects to Thrór before things got soured.
Right there in Erebor. Right under his grandfather's nose.
Another finger in and when Thranduil was stretched enough and prepared enough, Thorin guided his member to its destination, slowly pushing it in and clenching his eyes shut as waves of pleasure rolled all over his body and mind.
With every inch he penetrated, he felt Thranduil arching more towards him and his nails digging into the skin of his back as the elven king laughed and gasped in pure bliss— one he clearly longed for quite some time now.
"Faster!" He said in between gasps and kisses that Thorin showered on him, "Faster meleth!"
Thorin took his time and when he was completely buried within Thranduil, he felt another swat from the impatient king.
"Don't t-tease me!" Thranduil hissed purring immediately when Thorin suckled the croon of his neck.
"Don't tease me!" He said again and it was then that Thorin decided to be merciful.
He rocked back and forth, feeling enormously overwhelmed when Thranduil gyrated his hips in the same rhythm.
Thranduil grew stiffer and stiffer and was at the brink of coming with each deep thrust that ghosted very close to his pleasure spot.
"Don't tease me!" He swatted again and breathed heavily as his body gave off heat and radiated elation.
"Stop hitting!" Thorin finally complained as he hastened his thrust. It seemed he had hit that sweet spot as it was at that particular thrust that Thranduil stifled a mewl and moaned heavily in pure delight while streams of white spilled all over the lower half of his torso.
Moments later, Thorin too came and he felt an electrifying jolt running down his spine as he filled every inch of space within Thranduil.
An absolute sense of elation filled him as relief poured from his head. Thorin was finally sated.
He felt the weariness now that he had calmed down considerably. Gently pulling himself away from the other, he placed a quick kiss on the elf's lips and dropped heavily beside him—both breathing loud and erratically while the sense of complete exultation overtook them.
"That," Thorin finally spoke when he regained enough air, "was in pending for so long."
Thranduil smiled and lightly caressed the other's locks as he breathed out, "And clearly you missed me."
"You wish." Thorin rolled his eyes and laughed as he was gently swatted at again before drawing his lover closer.
As night would give way to dawn, both would be seen lying together wrapped in each other's arms. They'd be completely lulled into a sweet sleep, well deserved after the passionate night they would have shared.
AN: It is amazing how they didn't get bitten by ants! It is amazing if they did and didn't notice! XD Please review.