10 years after Morshas banishment from Erebor

Senka took a book out of the shelf. It was a book about dark elven warfare. Morshas daughter looked for a particular chapter, the chapter which analysed her mothers attack on the goblin town in the Misty Mountains. Morsha had taken a bataillon of dark elves with her, only female fighters and had erased the goblin town of its inhabitants. There was no reason for the attack, but the dark elves had suffered under the long and boring peace between the races. The martial culture of the dark elves needed war and battle to remain satisfied and content. Her mother had killed the king of the goblin town, but she had spared his son. Senka wanted to know why. Serja had told her once that her mother had been a gentle and warm hearted woman, which Senka could not imagine. She had never seen her mother smile and never ever had she witnessed a warm gesture by her mother to anyone. Senka only knew her mother as a cold-blooded, intelligent and efficient warrior. She was proud of her, but she wished that a little bit of her mothers warm heart had survived her birth. Her father had destroyed all warmth and love in her mothers heart. Often had she asked her mother to tell her about her father. But the only answer had been a pained expression in her mothers eyes and stubborn silence. Senka decided to ask Ziya, one of the dark elven sorceresses of the council. Ziya was an old and wise elf and she was Senkas mentor. Morsha had a high standing in the dark elven society and her daughter had the priviledge of calling one of the council of seven her godmother.

'I was wondering when you would visit me, goddaughter.' Ziya smiled as Senka entered her room. 'What is it you want?'

'I want to know my father.' Senka stated determined.

Ziya sighed. 'It is your mothers responsibility to tell you about your father. But the memory of her love for that dwarf pains her too much. The bigger the ability to love, the higher is the chance to get hurt. Your mother loved your father very much. And he broke her heart.' Ziya walked to a dark crystal basin. She beckoned Senka to come closer and grabbed her hand. With a small knife she cut into the girls palm. Senka hissed quietly and watched as her blood ran into the dark water in the basin. 'Take a look at your mothers past, godchild.'

Pictures flashed before her eyes. Senka saw her mother standing in front of an injured dwarf, shielding him from a white orc. Fires surrounded them as Morsha lifted her axes to defend the dwarf behind her. A halfling and other dwarves charged at the other orcs while her mother stood her ground. Senka heard the white orc road as eagles rushed to the companies aid and flew away with them.

A new picture formed before Senkas eyes. Her mother was kneeling at the side of the injured dwarf. She cupped his cheek in her hands and whispered his name. Thorin. Senkas heart skipped a beat as she took a look at her father. Long black hair with grey streaks framed his face. As he opened his eyes Senka felt as if she looked into a mirror. Blue eyes just like hers looked up to her mother, love shining in them. Senka nearly did not recognise her mother, who looked down at the dwarf lovingly and with a smile on her face.

Senka also got a glimpse of the other dwarves of the company. She saw two younger dwarves standing beside her mother, a huge bald dwarf and an old dwarf who looked alot like the messenger who her mother had killed five years ago and had sent his head back to Erebor. Suddenly all went black.

Senka opened her eyes and looked into Ziyas face. She felt as if she had just battled a whole army by herself.

'You wanted to see too much too fast, child.' Ziya smirked at her. 'This impatience is a heritage of your father.'

With a frown Senka tried to stand up. 'I haven't seen much.'

Ziya smiled at her godchild. 'You wanted to see your mother how she was before she got pregnant with you. You wanted to see how your mother felt for your father. Don't force yourself to see too much at a time. You may come back next week, when you have recovered from these visions. Don't underestimate the power of these visions. You have to be strong.'

Morsha fell asleep almost as soon as she hit the bed. The last days she had taken troops of dark elves out and had attacked villages in South Gondor by order of the council of seven. She did not know why the council had ordernd her to attack the men of Gondor, for they had never posed a threat to them, unlike the Haradrim. But she had to admit that she did not care. She had felt no remorse and no pity as she had slain the men of the villages who tried to defend their families. Morsha had ordered her warriors to spare the women and children who did not carry weapons. Some of the women had swung weapons at her, but they had paid with their lives. The hate in their eyes had hit Morsha like arrows. One of the women had held her husband till he died and had attacked Morsha with all her fury. She was no match for the warrior elf, but Morsha could feel the womans pain. She had remembered how she had felt as the white orc had defeated Thorin after they had escaped from the goblin caves. She had remembered how she had felt as the orcs warg had tore his teeth into Thorins body. Morsha had faced the white orc to protect her love from the orcs wrath. She would have killed him or was ready to die trying.

Closing her eyes Morsha thought about the days after their escape from the goblins caves. Morsha and Oin had tended to Thorins wounds after they had climbed down the Carrock. After a few days they had found shelter in Beorns home, a skin changer and friend of Gandalf. The week in Beorns home had been the happiest few days in Morshas life.

Morsha paced in Beorns room. The skin changer had been so nice to leave his room to her, but Morsha missed Thorin at her side. Now, that the action was over and her adrenalin level decreased she longed for his touch and his lips on hers even more than usual. Right on cue, she heard a quiet knock on the door. As she opened she saw Thorin standing in front of her, smirking. Morsha grabbed his collar and slammed the door shut behind him. She could feel his hands on her hips as he pressed her against him and moaned desperately as his lips found hers. They undressed each other quickly and Thorin pressed Morsha against the wall on the opposite of the door. There was no foreplay, no gentleness, only pure lust. Thorin and Morsha needed this. Morsha wrapped her legs around Thorins waist and moaned loudly as he thrusted into her wet core. Thorin pumped into her forcefully while Morsha clung to his broad shoulders. Her back grazed over the raw wall with everyone of Thorins thrusts, but she did not care. She needed him. Her nails digged into his back and Thorin growled as Morsha scratched him bloody. He only pumped into her harder, causing her to cry out in delight as he hit her sensitive spot. Thorins warm hands on her body and his lips nibbling at her neck drove Morsha over the edge. Thorin followed shortly after her and groaned quietly against the skin of her neck. Panting heavily Thorin and Morsha leaned against the wall of Beorns room and savored the touch of each others skin.

'That was...good.' Morsha grinned as Thorin frowned at her.

'Good? Only good?' Thorin growled at her and smirked as he saw her grin. 'I will show you good, woman.'

Morsha laughed as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. As Thorin pressed her into the soft mattress she could feel his manhood react at her closeness. Thorin kissed Morsha passionately and took her breath away. Moaning into the kiss Morsha drove her hands through his manne, pulling him down to her. Thorins tongue pressed against her lips, demanding to enter her mouth. Their tongues met in a fierce tangle and Morsha heard Thorin hiss as she lighty bit his tongue as he didn't pull back fast enough. The dwarf king turned her onto her belly and started kissing every inch of her shoulder and back. With one hand he held her down while her positioned himself at her entrance. Morsha moaned quietly as he entered her slowly, torturing her with his slow movement.

'Thorin...' she whispered and cried out in surprise as he rammed into her forcefully. 'Gods, this is so good.'

Smirking, Thorin leaned down to whisper in her ear. 'Still only good?' He caressed her behind with his callous hands and smiled as the she-elf lifted her behind to meet his thrusts. With powerful thrusts he started pumping into her, only to slow down his pace again, making her groan in protest. 'Beg me.' he ordered her.

'I do not beg.' Morsha grinned as she felt Thorin freeze in his movements. But he was not the only one who could play. Morsha clenched her muscles around his hard member and made him hiss. 'You want to play, dwarf king?'

Thorin pulled out of her and replaced his manhood with his fingers. Morsha arched her back and leaned into Thorins touch. He circled his fingers inside of her, making her moan and cry out quietly. He pulled in and out of her and smirked as Morsha clawed her hands into the mattress.

'Thorin...Gods...please!' Morsha cried passionately as she felt her climax rupture through her body with all force. 'Please, take me. Hard!'

In the next moment she was pressed deep into the mattress as Thorin thrusted into her passionately. Thorin lifted her waist to deepen the angle of his thrusts and rammed into her with decreasing pace. Morsha thought that she would go insane as a wave of orgasms hit her. Thorin groaned deeply as he thrust into her one last time, spilling his seed into the woman he loved. On the Carrock he had realised that he loved her as she looked at him in worry and he had seen her loving gaze upon him. That night Thorin had claimed his queen.

Morsha awoke and didn't realise were she was at first. For a short while she thought that she was still in Beorns house in Thorins arms, but soon the cold reality hit her. She was alone. Thorin had banished her. And in the nearby room their daughter was sleeping deeply, not knowing how close her parents had been before her birth. At least that Morsha thought.

'How dare you? It is my responsibility and my choice to tell my daughter about her father, Ziya!' Morsha was furious, for she had just found out that the dark sorceress had allowed Senka to look into her mothers past.

'Well then, maybe you should tell her about her father. Senka needs to know her roots. She needs to know her identity, Morsha.' Ziya answered calmly. 'I am aware that the memory of your year at the dwarfs side pains you. But it was your choice and you should not punisch your daughter for your mistakes.'

It was no mistake! A part of Morsha screamed inside her head. Not once had Morsha regretted her time at Thorins side, only the outcome of it. Morsha realised that Ziya was right. She had to tell Senka about her father, the King under the mountain of Erebor.

'Stay with me. As my queen.' Thorin had gathered all his courage to ask his love this question. Morsha and Thorin were sitting outside of Beorns house, watching the sun set.

Morsha looked at him with big eyes. 'As your queen? Your people will not accept a dark elf as their queen, Thorin.'

'The company has accepted you.' Thorin swallowed hard. 'Is this the only reason why you decline my offer?'

Morsha saw the hurt in Thorins eyes and cuddled up at his side. 'I could not imagine a better life than at your side, Thorin. But you are the king and you need heirs. I know enough about dwarves to know that they would never accept an elven queen and a half elven child as their prince.'

'I have heirs. Fili and Kili are to follow me on the throne. Our child may never suceed me on the throne, but it would be a sign of our love.'

Tears streamed down Senkas face as her vision blurred and the crystal went black. She jumped as she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Morsha stood behind her with a pained expression. 'Thats how it should have been, my daughter. But the goldsickness made a different dwarf of your father. The gold of Erebor made your father turn into someone who knew no love, no kindness and no regret. Thorin should have loved us. Me and you. But he did not.'

'My father does not even know about me.' Senka sighed. 'How do you know that he does not love me?'

Morsha knew no answer to her daughters question, she was in fact sure that Thorin would do anything to meet his daughter if he knew that she existed. But Morsha was not ready to face him, yet.