Ok, their first night together! You know what I mean :) Don´t hate me if their first time is not as wonderful as expected, but its Branns first time so its not supposed to be great for her.

Neither of them had planned this, it just happened. The growing trust and affection over the last weeks and the prospect of not being alone too often anymore when Thorins relatives were around pushed Brann and Thorin into giving in to their needs. Thorin kissed his wife hungrily and moved his hands down her body, swiftly opening the laces of her dress. They had already kicked off their boots and soon Branns dress slid down the bed and joined them on the bedroom floor. Brann tugged at Thorins shirt, searching for his skin. Her hands stroked down his neck and moved further through his opened shirt, trailing over his chest. While Thorins lips sucked at her neck Brann managed to take of his shirt, opening all the buttons so that he did not have to pull it over his head and break the contact to her skin. Thorins beard scratched over her soft skin and his lips left bruises. Moaning deeply under her husbands lips Brann let her hands stroke over Thorins hard abs, his chest, over his shoulders and arms and back again. She loved touching the hard muscles and the skin covered with hair, thicker hair over the upper body.

'Such curious hands.' Thorin smirked against her skin. Trailing kisses over her throat and down her chest Thorin slowly opened the laces of Branns undergarment and pulled her up into a sitting position, so that the white fabric fell down her shoulders. Brann lowered her head and her hair fell over her upper body like curtains. With a quiet growl Thorin grabbed the streaks of hair and tugged them back over her shoulder. He let the callous palms of his hands move over Branns body, down to her breasts and pressed her back into the mattress. His hands moved further down her sides, pushing off the fabric of the undergarment. Thorin swallowed hard as he looked down at the naked woman underneath him, her chest heaving under quick and tensed breaths. He knew that he had to move slow. His doubts were still there, he was aware of the fact that their first time would not please his wife, that it would hurt his wife, but there was no way around it. He would try to make it as easy as possible. Kissing her passionately Thorin tried to concentrate on her pleasure and moved his hand down between her legs, gently massaging her folds. Brann firstly stiffened, but relaxed slowly and held on to his broad shoulders. Thorin took one of her hands and kissed its palm, slowly moving up the inner side of her arm, placing wet kisses over her body till he reached the spot his fingers had attented to before. Gently spreading her legs Thorin started kissing her warmth and licked over her folds. Brann arched her back in delight and moaned as Thorins attention focused on the sensitive spot between her legs. Now that she knew what Thorin was doing she relaxed completely and gave into her passion. As Thorin tongue entered her she rammed her fists into the sheets and tugged at them hard. It was even better than the first time when she was new to the pleasure of the marital bed.

Thorin could feel her growing wetness and moved back to Branns lips, placing wet kisses over her belly and her breasts on his way up. He kissed her and made her taste herself, diverting her as he slowly slid a finger inside of her. Brann gasped into the kiss and grabbed her husbands hand between her legs in reflex. As Thorin started to circle his finger inside of her Brann let out a chocked cry and looked at him insecurely.

'Shhh...its ok. Just relax.' Thorin whispered and nuzzled her nose with his. She was still wet and he slowly pulled out his finger to push it back in again. This time Brann could not hold back a louder and passionate cry and her head fell back into the pillows. She grabbed Thorins shoulders and the dwarf could feel her nails dig into his flesh. He pushed his finger into his wife knuckledeep and Brann saw stars as he brushed the sensitive knot inside of her. As Brann had relaxed enough and pushed her hips against Thorins hand he quickly added a second finger, gently preparing his wife for more. Brann was so tight that Thorins worry to hurt her grew with every moment, but it was too late to stop and Brann would probably never forgive him if he did not claim her this night.

Brann arched her back as Thorin pushed in two of his fingers, stretching her slowly and with utter gentleness. She could see that he was more than ready, his member was fully errect, pressing against her thigh hot and hard. The thrusts of his fingers drove her mad and Brann felt her climax build up inside of her. As Thorin pressed his palm against her clit her world exploded into bright stars.

Thorin used his wifes orgasm to position himself at her entrance. Indeed he could push himself inside until he felt her barrier. Brann stiffened the moment Thorin was pressing against her maidenhead. So far she only felt stretched and filled, but she feared the next step. It had been wonderful until that moment and Brann wanted more. Wrapping her legs around Thorins waist she started pushing his hips towards her, urging him to push further. She looked up into his blue eyes, which had become dark of passion, and took a deep breath.

Thorin lost himself in Branns warm brown eyes which looked at him full of desire and trust and pushed himself deeper into her until he felt something inside of her tear around his member. Brann hissed and squeezed her eyes shut, tears filling her eyes. The pain was flashing through her whole body and she stiffened immediately. Her inner resistance made it even worse and her whole abdomen clenched, sending new waves of pain through her shaking body. Thorin stopped immediately as he saw the tears in Branns eyes. He wanted to pull out instantly, but Branns legs kept him close.

'No.' Brann felt tears run down her face, but she knew that she had to go through it.

'I am hurting you.' Thorins voice sounded pained. 'I swore that I would not hurt you.'

Brann tried to breathe through the pain. 'You will hurt me more when you turn away from me again. Don't do this to me, melehkuh.'

Thorins heart missed a beat as he heard the Khuzdul word out of his wifes mouth. She had called him "my king". He realised how much their affection had grown in the last weeks. Pressing his lips against hers he started moving again and tried to be as gentle as possible. Rolling his hips back and forth he gently pushed himself in and out of his wife. Brann was so tight that Thorin only needed a few thrusts to reach his climax. His breath came erraticaly and he immediately rolled over to not crush Brann under his weight. As she lay on top of him Thorin gently wiped away her tears and kissed the tip of her nose.

'I am sorry.' he whispered between the kisses.

'Don't be.' Brann felt a burning ache between her legs and as she looked down she saw blood on the sheet and on her thighs. As she heard Thorin gasp she turned to him reassuringly. 'This is normal, don't worry.' She slid down of the bed and tried to ignore the pain as she walked to the bucket of water they kept to clean themselves.

Thorin buried his face in his hands as he sat up in bed. He saw Brann limp to the waterbucket to clean herself and saw the bloodstain on the sheet and his stomach clenched in regret. After a moment he felt small hands on his arm. Brann had sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at him lovingly.

'Stop worrying, I am fine.' she assured him, but Thorin only snorted.

'I hurt you and made you bleed.' he stated with a thick voice. 'I did not want that, but I could not hold back.'

'Listen to me.' Brann took his face between her hands and kissed him gently. 'I am fine. It is supposed to hurt. And I am supposed to bleed. And you are supposed to repeat this until it does not hurt anymore.'

Thorin did not know if he could ever touch Brann again without thinking of her pained face, but as she laid down in bed at his side and her hands moved over his chest he felt his passion for her grow again. He loved the way his wife played with his chest hair, how she looked at her fingers wringling in the thick hair and how she smiled dreamingly. They stayed like that for a few moments, silently enjoying each others company.

'What are you thinking about?' Thorin asked and stroked her hair.

Brann smiled at him shyly. 'I am thinking that you are my bear.'

Thorin laughed quietly. 'Your bear? Why a bear?'

'Well you are so strong, hairy and you growl alot.' Brann blushed slightly, but she grinned as Thorin continued chuckling.

'Bears are scary.' Thorin muttered.

'You are, too.' Brann answered honestly and chuckled as she saw Thorin look at her in surprise. 'As if you wouldn't already know that.'

'Were you afraid of me?' Thorin tried to hide the hurt in his voice, but he was not successful. Brann could see the hurt in his eyes and hear the shaking in his voice.

'I don't know. Maybe. I was...impressed and maybe daunt.' she smiled and stroked over his beard. 'But I am not afraid anymore.'

'Why? Why were you afraid of me?' Thorin wanted to know.

Brann looked at him with a frown. 'Well, you always have such a thunderous expression on your handsome face, your eyes burn into people like fire although they have the color of ice and you are so hard. Everything is hard, your expression, your body, your bearing...' she slapped Thorin as he chuckled.

'Forgive me, but I cannot help but feel drawn to you when you talk about me being hard.' Thorins chuckle turned into a laugh as Brann begann to playfully punch him with small and quick fists. With a smirk Thorin grabbed her wrists and turned her over, so that he was leaning over her. As he kissed her passionately Brann felt a tingling sensation between her legs, although she still felt sore. The throbbing pain between her legs had not gone yet and Brann hoped that she would soon be well enough to repeat this night, maybe without the mindblowing pain this time. Thorin broke the kiss before it started to get out of hand and leaned his forehead against hers.

'Does it still hurt?' he asked and looked at Brann with such puppy eyes that Brann had to grin.

'Of course it does.' she could not help but chuckle. 'But you'll be the first to know when I can give it a try again.'

'Are you sure that you still want a rough, hard, scary and hairy dwarf?' Thorin scoffed and nuzzled her nose.

'I would never want anyone else.' Brann trailed her hands down Thorins back and send shivers down his spine. With a chocked growl Thorin pressed his hips against Branns body making her feel his anew errection. Branns pain was soon replaced by a warm and comfortable feeling, but she did not dare to go further again. She gently pressed her hands against Thorins shoulders to ask him to stop and Thorin nodded silently. 'I'm sorry.' she whispered, but Thorin pressed a finger on her lips.

'Don't.' Thorin replaced his finger with his lips. 'You are wonderful, Brann, my love. And you make me so happy.'

Brann felt tears fill her eyes and moved closer to Thorin as he laid down beside her.

'I love you, my bear.' she whispered and closed her eyes, leaning against his shoulder and pressing her face into the nape of his neck.

Thorin had stopped breathing as he heard her whisper. He felt her breath tickle his throat and felt her body press against him, her warm skin burning on his skin. She was fast asleep before he realised that he had not said that he loved her back. He kissed her hair before he closed his eyes to drift into a peaceful slumber.

Brann woke up early the next morning. She was still in Thorins arms, but his quiet snore told her that he was still fast asleep. Sitting up in bed and trying to ignore the stinging pain between her legs Brann looked down at her husband. She had told him that she loved him last night and she knew that she was speaking the truth. Over all this time she had learned to accept her fate and her life at Thorins side had been full of emotions and incidents, both good and bad. But exactly this had welded them together.

Brann got dressed quietly and began to prepare breakfast. She made some semolina pudding and while it cooked she strode through the two additional rooms, testing them on their comfort. She laid out a long carpet in Dis room and made sure that Dwalin had enough space for his armor and weapons. Brann hoped that Fili and especially little Kili would not be too bored in their house. There were no playtoys and no other things for small dwarflings to play with. Maybe she would ask the carpenter to make her some wooden toys. As she opened the windows for some fresh air she caught a glimpse of the misty streets of Bree. It was a nice little town with nice people, but Brann had to admit that she had felt more comfortable with the dwarves under the mountain. The encounter with the dwarves had surprised her. They had been nothing like men said they were. Branns own father had said them to be greedy, overly stubborn and egoistic. Up until now Brann had not witnessed a dwarf acting greedily or egoistic. As far as the stubbornesss was concerned Brann had to admit that they were, but that was a trait which should be accepted by other races. Men were said to be weak, elves were said to be introverted. Since Brann could be quite stubborn herself the dwarvish trait did not bother her that much. And at the moment she felt happy. Although the previous night had been painful, Thorin had shown her how much she meant to him. The look on his face as he realised that he had hurt her had almost broken Branns heart. She planned to show him that everything was alright as soon as possible. It would not be that soon, Brann still felt pained when she walked or sat down, but she hoped that they would be able to repeat their night before Dis came.

Brann jumped as she felt strong arms wrap around her waist.

'Good morning, my love.' Thorin whispered into her ear from behind her. He had found his wife in the new room, staring at the bed with an unreadable expression on her face. He only hoped that she did not have any second thoughts about their relationship. He was relieved as Brann turned around and gave him an open and loving smile.

'Good morning.' she felt a warm tingle as she turned around in his arms. Brann felt safe everytime Thorin had his arms around her. He was so strong and confident that Brann felt as if nothing could ever come close to her.

'How are you?' Thorin asked and looked ather worriedly.

'I am fine.' Brann assured him. 'A little bit sore, but fine.'

'If I had known that it would be that painful...' Thorin started without knowing how to end the sentence.

'Then what?' Brann asked. 'Then you would probably have seeken that kind of comfort with another woman again.'

Brann had not planned to say this, it had just slipped out. She bit her tongue and slapped herself mentally. They had come to Bree to start over and bringing up their past failures would only ruin what they had now.

'I am so sorry, I should not have said that.' she murmured as she saw the hurt in Thorins eyes.

'No, you are right, my love. If even possible I hurt you even more that night than this night.' Thorin tightened his grip on her. 'I promise you that it will never happen again. Because...I love you, too.'

Thorin took his wifes chin and pulled her down for a soft kiss. This morning life was perfect.