Warning: Explicit content ahead. If you are not comfortable with this please skip the chapter.

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It took a good portion of the morning to reach the bottom of the rock formation Gandalf had informed them was called Carrock. They found a clearing near the river and decided to stop there for the night. Percia used her abilities to heal those with injuries, earning many thanks.

She helped set camp while several of the others decided to bath. Dori and Bilbo especially looked happy at the suggestion. So off they all went leaving her and Bifur to watch over their things. Gandalf had disappeared shortly after they reached the site.

Once the first group came back she headed off towards another part of the river further down stream. Staying within earshot, though certainly not within sight she found a perfect little area of the river that parted from the main stream and pooled into a small alcove. Stripping down she kept Riptide within easy reach and lowered herself into the water.

Despite the late summer heat the water still had a chill to it. Tired of the grime and other things she didn't even want to think about coating her skin she started to vigorously scrub it away with a small bar of soap she had brought with her. Screw being is a different world, she wasn't going without soap. She even had a small glass bottle of shampoo.

It took less than ten minutes to reach a happy state of clean. Leaning back against the larger rocks she let her body relax and gather strength from the water around her. Healing Thorin, Bilbo and a few of the others who had gained wounds in the last few days had wiped her reserves out.

While she soaked she thought back to everything that had occurred from finding out the truth of her origins to their recent escape. How did her life get so complicated? Part of her wanted to be an ordinary girl, but mostly she was thankful for her life and the people in it. Though she could certainly do without some of her memories.

Splashing broke her from her thoughts. Slowly she pulled Riptide closer ready to unleash it at a moments notice.

"Percia?" Kili's whisper announced him just before he came past the large boulder hiding her from the rest of the river. "There you are."

"Are you sure you should be looking for me," she asked wryly, one brow raised in challenge. "Wouldn't want to shock poor Dori or any of the others."

He walked towards her now that his feet touched the bottom, the water coming up to his waist. "I could care less about his opinion. That Dwarrow is far too prudish. Maybe if he got laid he'd finally loosen up a bit. And the others are just jealous."

Once he closed the distance he easily maneuvered her into his lap pulling her to lean against him. They simply sat there comfortable in each other's presence.

"What happened in the Goblin town," Kili broached the subject on both their minds. When she hummed in confusion he clarified. "You weren't all there, mentally."

Sighing she grabbed one of his hands, playing with it distractedly. When she spoke her voice was soft and pained. "I had a nightmare, only I didn't really wake up when we fell, because the mountain reminded me so much of… that place. I thought… I was back there again…"

"Talk to me Perce," he cajoled gently.

She didn't think he quite understood what he asked of her. Except for vague mentions she had not spoken of that time to anyone. Not even with Annabeth, who had been there with her. She definitely did not speak of the time they were separated. Yet something in her wanted to tell Kili, wanted him to understand. So slowly, quietly she explained Tartarus and the events she had gone through. He didn't say anything, merely held her and listened. Occasionally he would hold her closer or rub a comforting hand along her back.

"Sometimes I forget I'm not there," she admitted shakily once she finished her story. "Or I get locked in a dream and I can't escape. It makes me wonder if this is reality or if I'm still there…"

Kili shifted her easily despite their similar heights, until she straddled his lap facing him. "You are here," he stated matter-of-factly. His hand ran through her hair then cupped her cheek, his thumb brushed away the few tears she had allowed to fall. "This is reality."

Percia gazed into his eyes her heart swelling with love at his sincere words. Leaning forward she kissed him with all the desperation she had felt. One hand curled against his chest while the other slipped into his long locks. His own found a resting place along her hips, fingers massaging into her skin.

The two traded kisses, some slow and languorous others heated and harsh. When she left his mouth to trail kisses down his chin and throat he shifted to allow his hand room to play along the folds between her legs. Her squirming body rubbed against his member, which grew more interested by the second.

When he slid one digit inside of her she nipped at his skin in retaliation, enjoying the growl she got for her efforts. When he added the second she ground down on his hand, before lowering her mouth to his nipples. Kili's head fell back with a lascivious moan, his one hand squeezing her hip possessively.

Sitting back she stared at him with hungry eyes, shifting up on her knees. He got the hint as he removed his fingers and helped position her over his aching cock. Holding his gaze she lowered herself down, feeling his member breech her inch by inch. Since weeks had passed since their last coupling her channel was tight and the stretch slightly painful.

A deep breath left her once she seated on him fully. Kili didn't seem much better off than her, his face flushed and eyes hooded with lust. Pushing his face forward he claimed her lips, this time teeth and tongues clashing in a heated exchange.

Percia couldn't help the small shifting of her hips, rotating them forward and back. Pleasure shot through her bringing forth a groan that Kili swallowed with his own. His hips rocked upward adding to the friction. It didn't take long for the two to find a rhythm.

Unlike their first night together neither said much. Only their breaths and wordless sounds filled the air around them. The outside world fell away until only the two of them existed. When they reached their completion it was together. Not earth shattering, but utterly satisfying in any case.

Sharing lazy kisses they washed up a second time, enjoying their close proximity and privacy for as long as the others would allow it.

If they returned a bit rumpled and far later than anyone else no one said anything about it. Instead they simply passed them what food they had and went about their business.