Thorin paced in his cell, like a caged animal. Morsha had been gone for hours now. A few moments ago the halfling had appeared out of nowhere. With his ring he had escaped the elves and had followed them into the palace without beeing detected. Now he was on his way to Thorins companions in the other cells. Thorin was relieved that there was still a chance of escape, but he would not leave without Morsha. Moments turned into hours, hours turned into days and finally Morsha was returned to him. The guards chained her up again and left the cell.

'Thorin...' Morsha looked at him, knowing what he was going to ask her. 'I´m alright.'

'Thank Durin.' Thorin exclaimed and took her in his arms, not wanting to let go of her ever again. 'What did he do to you? You have been away for so long.'

'He did nothing to me. We talked for a short while and then he left me in the guest quarters. I suppose he hoped that I would give in to his courting. As I did not he locked me back up down here.' Morsha sighed and looked at Thorin lovingly. 'I would never betray you, Thorin.'

Thorin walked over to her and pressed his lips onto hers. He cupped her face in his hands and softly caressed her lips. Teasing her gently he licked her lips and nibbled the skin of her neck afterwards. Morsha arched her back and groaned as she wanted to touch him, but could not because of the chains. Thorin smirked at her angry growl, he had to admit that the situation had something arousing. He lifted her up and made her straddle him, pressing her against the wall taking the weight of her wrists. Pressing his lips on hers again he felt her part her lips and gently entered her mouth with his tongue. Slowly their tongues teased each other and Thorin felt his erection push against his trousers painfully.

'So a chained up woman turns you on?' Morsha teased Thorin and grinned at his shocked expression. She pulled him closer with her legs and kissed him gently.

Thorin moaned into her mouth as she pressed her hips against his erection. 'Don´t do this to me, woman. I can´t take you like that.' His hands did not obey him anymore and moved down Morshas side and further down to her behind. He needed to touch her, he needed to know that she was all his.

'You should take the opportunity, I can´t scratch you bloody this time.' Morsha stated dryly and as Thorin still hesitated she groaned. 'Good Gods, Thorin. I have spent days up there longing for you and fearing Thranduils touch. I need you, now!'

Her words made Thorins blood boil and he nearly ripped apart her tunic as he opened it hastily, longing to touch her firm breasts. Morsha moaned deeply as Thorins lips closed over her nipples, teasing and nibbling. His hands moved down to rid her off her remaining clothes. Soon she lay in his arms half naked and panting heavily of arousal. Thorin kneeled down below her and lay one of her legs over his shoulder. Softly he kissed her inner thighs and smiled as he heard Morsha hiss. His breath and his beard tickled her and sent waves of pleasure through her body. Morsha cried out quietly as his lips reached her core and his tongue entered her. Her head fell back in pleasure and she rocked her hips against him, longing for him. Thorin let his tongue slid in and out of her, causing her to moan loudly. He felt that she was close to her climax and pulled back, stood up and turned her around. His callous hands moved over her bare back, down to her waist and he pulled her close nibbling her shoulders. Thorin could feel her behind press against his hips and moved his hands back to her front, cupping her breast and teasing her nipples. Moving his hands down he caressed her belly and entered her with his finger, causing her to arch her back in passion. He sucked at her neck while he moved his finger inside of her, massaging her clit with his hand. Morsha did not care if the guards heard her, she screamed in delight as a mind blowing orgasm hit her. Thorin removed his hand and undressed quickly. Groaning he took her from behind with a swift move of his hips. Morsha clung to her chains as she felt her feet leave the floor. Thorin pumped into her passionately, leaving marks were his hands had grabbed her waist. The dark elf aroused him how he never thought possible. He loved every inch of her and her moving under him almost drove him mad. Thorin lifted her hips to enter her even deeper. Morsha let her head fall back onto his shoulder and relished the touch of the cold dungeon wall on her front and Thorins hot skin on her back. She felt pleasures which she had never experienced before. As Thorins fingers began massaging her clit she felt her orgasm crush over her in waves. Her chocked cries of pleasure pushed Thorin over the edge as well and with a last powerful thrusts he buried himself deep inside of his love, resting his forehead on her shoulder.

'That was...captivating.' Morsha grinned and slowly stretched her legs and arms. The chains around her wrists had cut into her flesh and Thorin hissed quietly as he saw her wounds.

'I am so sorry.' he whispered and gently turned her around to face him.

'For what?' Morsha smiled at him. 'You did not chain me up.'

'You drive me crazy, elf.' Thorin whispered. 'I just can't resist you. I love you so much. I can't even imagine what I would do without you.'

'I love you too, Thorin.' Morsha realised that she had said it out loud for the first time. 'I needed Thranduil to lock us up to tell you this.' she commented dryly.

Thorin shrugged his shoulders. 'At least the elf king has done something in our favor, then.' The darf king grinned and started collecting their clothes from the ground. He quickly saw to it that Morsha was fully dressed, just in case that the elves would drag her out again. As they were both dressed Morsha remembered what she wanted to ask him for days.

'Have you seen the halfling?' she asked. 'He was not with us as we were captured.'

'He is here. He used his ring and stays in hiding.' Thorin told her and smiled as he saw her blush violently.

'I hope he did not see us.' Morsha murmured.

'He probably is with the others.' Thorin tried to assure her, but for a short while he also feared that the halfling might have been in the cell with them.

'Bilbo?' Morsha whispered. 'Bilbo, are you here?'

Both jumped as the hobbit appeared outside of the bars of their cell.

'I am here, Morsha.' he whispered and paused surprised as Morsha paled.

'Oh sweet Valar...' she exclaimed and glared at Thorin who had to laugh at her reaction.

'I've just arrived, whats wrong?' Bilbo asked with a innocent expression and made Thorin laugh even harder.

Morsha watched her daughter sleep. Gently she caressed Senkas hair which was as dark and curly as Thorins. She could not feel more lost. She still hated Thorin and his dwarves for what he had done to her, but the happy memories from their quest began to warm her heart. But she would not linger in the past, she had chosen her path and she could not stray.

Slowly, to not wake her child, Morsha stood up and left the room. She walked down to Ziyas chambers. The sorceress and member of the council of seven was not surprised to see her, as usual. With sorrow she watched Morshas troubled expression.

'I need to see him.' Morshas voice broke.

'Are you sure?' Ziya asked her quietly. 'It has been a long time since you saw him and alot has changed.'

Morsha only managed to nod and followed Ziya to the crystal basin. Ziya gave her the small ritual knife and Morsha only hesitated a second before she moved it over her palm. A few drops of her blood fell into the clear water of the basin and blured its clarity. Morsha could see the Lonely Mountain shining in the first light of sunrise. In trance she leaned closer towards the basin. The picture changed and showed the huge throne room of Erebor. Thorin sat on his throne. He looked majestic and proud as Morsha remembered him. He looked handsome as ever, just a few more grey streaks had appeared in his mane. He was surrounded by his closest advisors, Balin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili and a female dwarf. Morsha frowned as she saw the crown on the female dwarfs head. She clenched her fists and the picture changed again. It showed Thorin in his room, in bed with his queen. Morsha could see his muscular back and his toned behind move up and down as he made love to his queen. The dark elf felt as if someone had reached into her guts and pulled and twisted. He had moved on. Their love was forgotten and he had taken a queen more suited for him. Sadly Morsha closed her eyes. It was definetly over.

'What had you expected?' Ziya asked her gently as Morsha collapsed on the ground. 'You did not honestly think that he would hold on to your love? After all these years? Besides, you killed his messengers. You have already chosen your path, Morsha. It is too late to go back.'

'I could not go back even if I wanted, Ziya.' Morsha felt a single tear fall down her cheek. 'The way he looked at me when he banished me, the way he talked to me...I can never forget that.'

'Then why the heartache?' Ziya was a wise woman, but she did not understand everything.

'My daughter wanted to get to know her father. And I let her. I remembered how Thorin has been before he went mad.' Morsha sighed. 'He was different then.'

'He is cured from the gold sickness, Morsha.' Ziya told her. 'After the Battle of the Five Armies the curse was lifted.'

'But the damage was done. You are right, Ziya.' Morsha whispered. 'It is too late.'

Ariel walked down the great hall of Erebor, searching for her husbands advisor, Balin. She found him at the gate. After many nights of her husband whispering another womans name Ariel was determined to find out who that woman was and why she was not at Thorins side anymore. Thorin had left for the Iron Hills to visit his cousin Dain and had left Ariel behind. She took the chance to get answers to her questions.

'Balin.' she greeted the old dwarf.

'My queen. At your service.' Balin bowed and waited for her to express her wish.

'I have a mission for you, master Balin.' Ariel stated firmly. 'I need you to find a woman named Morsha and to bring her here.'

She watched Balin as he paled and searched for words. His reaction told her that this woman was indeed someone important in Thorins life. But she was the queen and it was her right to ask for this.

'With all due respect, my queen. I do not think that this is a good idea.' Balin stammered.

'Are you denying your queens order, master Balin?' Ariel growled and stepped closer to Balin. Pleased she saw him lower his head.

'As you wish, my queen.' Balin sighed.

'I want you to leave today.' Ariel ordered. She needed answers and she needed them now. Only moments later she watched Balin as he left for the South on his pony with two armed companions. The old dwarf looked wary. Ariel wondered why. As she walked back to her room she took a detour to the library. She found Ori, the scribe, searching the shelves for interesting books.

'Good morning, master Ori.' she greeted him and made him jump. One of the books he had carried fell down with a loud bang.

'Good morning, your majesty.' he mumbled. 'May I be of service?'

Ariel nodded. 'Is there a book here with female names and their origin?' as she saw his questioning face she lied. 'I wanted to search for a name for a dwarfling.'

Oris face brightened up. 'Of course, your majesty.' He rushed over to the shelf at their left and chose a heavy book in leather binding. 'Congratulations your majesty.' He handed her the book and left her with a bad consience. But it was too late for regret. Ariel sat down in one of the huge armchairs and began searching for the name Morsha. As she found it her breath got stuck in her throat. A dark elf...there was even a drawing. Ariel recognised Oris work. The woman on the drawing was breathtakingly beautiful, even to the taste of dwarves. She carried axes, like a dwarf. She held her head up high on the drawing and Ariel could not help but despise the proud and beautiful dark elf warrior. So that was the woman her husband loved.