Chapter 2: Giving In To Fate
WARNING! Material only suitable for adults will be featured in this chapter. Content of an MA rating. Please be respectful.
The words had stayed with Thorin throughout the night. What could Gandalf mean by, 'The key to his fate'? The appearance of the young woman at Bag-End unsettled the king more than he would admit. A descendent from the house of Winters, he knew their line was mighty, but what could she bring? Did she know some secret about the dragon?
The marching troop had traveled a long way, finally reaching some cliffs just past the calm pastures of Hobbiton. There they made camp for the night, unsuspecting that someone followed not far behind. Thorin was so deep in thought that he did not even notice the crimson cape slipping into the camp. The dwarves and hobbit all reacted in fear at the figure that slipped from the shadows, until Gandalf rose from his place and greeted it.
"Ahh, you have come my dear. Now our company is complete!" Gandalf said with a sly smile. He took Lily by the shoulders and led her off to the side asking, "What made you change your mind?"
"Your riddles, old man, do you not remember, I was a curious child once. I loved your riddles." Lily said, with a sad smile.
Gandalf nodded, observing her with concerned eyes. Thorin sprang to his feet, feeling angered that she had so easily slipped into their midst, not giving them warning.
"So you have come, after all. Will you stay this time, or will you disappear into the night once again when something does not meet your taste?" Thorin demanded in a stern and sarcastic tone.
Lily turned square on him, her blue eyes ablaze with astonishment at the rude behavior of the king. " I came, my lord, because I was told you needed me. Although I do not know what part I shall play just yet, I thought that I could try to accommodate you and your men. For I know how it feels to not have anyone come to my aid. I know how it feels to be abandoned." She spat, turning her head so that her face fell into the shadow of her hood.
Thorin suddenly steadied himself, he had judged the young girl wrongfully. She came, knowing there would be peril, but came none-the-less. He cast his eyes about the camp to see the eyes of his men silently disapproving his behavior. He then straightened his back, and turned to sit back on the ledge where he dosed before. His eyes could not leave the red cape. Something about her had him entranced.
"Now quite enough of this petty quarreling!" Gandalf said, puffing away in disbelief, "Why, one would think this is a band of squabbling children, not a group of royal avengers!" He looked at all parties involved and stomped off into the shadows.
Lily looked around the camp at the dwarves and the hobbit, all sitting in silence, glancing from Thorin to Lily in a tense anticipation. Lily merely turned and walked past Thorin over the out-cropping and disappeared into the shadows of the woods. Angered at the thought that she was merely going to disappear again, Thorin jumped up from his place and followed her into the darkness.
The camp was quiet as each traveler looked from one to the other. What would Thorin do to the young lady? Bilbo had quite liked the lady in crimson. She had not made a mess of his house, she was not rude to him, and she had not said an unkindly thing about him. Part of him wanted to leap up and charge to her rescue, but the more sensible part, the Baggins part of him, said to stay out of their business. As he looked about him, it seemed the general consensus was to pretend nothing had happened.
Thorin moved swiftly after the red cape, drifting in and out of the shadows of the trees. She was far more nimble than he, and more quiet. After chasing her for some time, Thorin had had enough and bellowed at the caped figure,
"STOP! I will not tolerate this game any longer!" His voice was ragged with rage.
Lily stopped, and slowly turned to face the fuming king. "What game? Why are you following me?" She asked in a voice so calm that it merely antagonized Thorin more.
"I demand to know once and for all if you are with us or not! I will NOT tolerate your coming and going as you please! NOT in my presence!" Thorin spat as he came stomping within mere centimeters of Lily's fine features.
"You demand to know? I am not one of your men! I am here of my own free will, and if I so choose to leave, I may do so!" Lily spat back, not backing away.
"I WILL NOT SUFFER FOOLS!" Thorin roared in her face, causing her to step back in shock. Seeing her demeanor change, Thorin steadied himself once more.
"I have had enough of unreliable 'friends'. Woman, if you cannot pledge your time and aid to me, then take your leave now, for I will not come begging." Thorin warned in a low, rumbling tone.
Lily observed the king for a moment. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were fierce, but something else was there too. The way he observed her spoke of a longing he was so desperately trying to hide. She gathered he had not had the company of a woman for a long time.
"I pledge you my loyalty... my lord." Lily said in a soft whisper, her eyes not leaving his.
In a moment so quick Thorin grabbed the back of Lily's head, pulling her in for a firm, sensual, passionate kiss. Something in Lily could not resist, and she returned the same ardor. Her response only seemed to fuel Thorin on, his tongue searching hers, his groans into her mouth causing her to feel an aching she could not control.
Thorin then swiftly lifted her onto a nearby boulder, seemingly effortlessly, and continued to assault her mouth. His hands swiftly found their way up into her dress, caressing her thighs with such longing. As he reached her core, he roughly pulled down her under garments and let them drop to the grass. Lily felt a heat building, and a desire so intense, she felt she might scream if he did not give her release.
Her moans encouraged Thorin, and his deft fingers found their way to her throbbing folds, firmly massaging. Lily writhed beneath his touch, causing Thorin to pull away from their kiss and admire her face in anguish of need. A deep, rumbling chuckle came from Thorin, he enjoyed watching her in such a state of abandonment.
In a swift move he positioned himself between her legs. "You are ready for me." He said in his rough tones, the vibrations sending chills up Lily's spine as his face was so close to her womanhood. Lily lifted her head to see what the king planned, when suddenly his assault began on her throbbing nub. Lily's head rolled back as she moaned with pleasure. Thorin's groans of pleasure only pushed her further along the edge. He truly was enjoying her taste, a taste he had not had in so long that he wanted to savor every moment.
Just as Lily was approaching her climax, he stopped, causing her to make sounds of frustration, only to make Thorin lower his trousers and reveal his own throbbing manhood. Lily's eyes glazed over at the sight, her every fiber told her she wanted him inside of her, she could hold back no longer,
"Thorin..." She breathlessly gasped. Without hesitation Thorin thrust deeply into her, and began to pound out his years of frustration and longing into her willing warmth. Lily's head began to swim with the intensity of her pleasure, each moaning and passionately kissing the other, driving each other closer and closer.
Thorin pulled down the top of her elegant white gown to reveal her firm, young breasts to the moon light. He marveled at their beauty before suckling and biting at the hardened nipples. Lily moaned and sighed as Thorin became more and more aroused.
He thrust deeply and pulled out all the way, each time repeating the same rhythm, until finally Lily could not control herself and was wracked with intense waves of pleasure, moaning his name,"Thorin..."
Thorin became wild in his own need and thrust harder into his own release, groaning in a deep rumble, "Lily...!"
As the waves subsided, the lovers lay breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes. A strange look came over Lily's face, which Thorin, in a confused state read as shame. Had he shamed this daughter of man by taking her so crudely? She was, after all, from such a noble house. Had he now tainted her? He quickly withdrew from her and pulled up his trousers. He could no longer meet her eyes.
"Thorin?" Lily questioned. For a moment before she wasn't sure what she felt towards the king, many things had been going through her head, it was, after all, so sudden and completely without warning. Was he disgusted by her? The daughter of man? Why did he withdraw from her so abruptly, why would he not meet her eyes?
Feeling suddenly as though she had been used, Lily pulled her dress to cover herself, putting on her undergarments again, and covering her exposed breasts which he had so lustily suckled only moments before. Never before had she felt so...sullied.
Thorin stood with his back turned to her, not sure of what he should do or say. He was not sure of what he had read on her face in that moment, and did not want to open himself to someone who felt only shame at bedding him. In a moment he saw the red cape disappear back up to the ledge, and he knew that his guess must have been right. What a fool was he, to believe that she too could share in his feelings. He had not so exposed himself to someone in hundreds of years, and in a moment of weakness he exposed himself to this woman, who only repaid his naked honesty with shame. Thorin silently cursed himself before returning to the ledge.
As he returned, he saw Lily by the fire, her back turned to him. All others in the camp were long since asleep. Thorin returned to the ledge where he had sat before, and closed his eyes to attempt sleep. However, sleep would not come easily, for he only saw Lily, writhing and moaning beneath him. He was so sure that she returned his feelings, how could he have been so wrong?
Lily had heard Thorin's return, but dared not turn to face the man who was disgusted by her. Tears slid involuntarily down her rosy cheeks, and her hands roughly wiped them away. She was sure she would never be able to surrender herself to anyone ever again. She gave herself to him in pure trust, with him knowing she would be vulnerable to him thereafter. 'You fool!' She thought, 'You knew better...'
With these heavy thoughts, Lily attempted sleep, but could only dream of the king. It made for a fitful sleep, during which time she was sure she had called his name more than once...