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Brann and Thrain had spent the whole morning talking and walked down to the hall for lunch together. The council was already there and Thrain frowned at lord Maras glare.

'What an arrogant piece of dwarf. He should know where his place is!' he snarled and made Brann smile. Thrain was gentle and friendly, but apparently he could also be different. 'No wonder his daughter is such a pathetic excuse for a lady!'

'I have offered him that she may return to the Blue Mountains if she apologises to me before the whole court.' Brann informed him.

'She will never do so.' Thrain shook his head. 'Dwarven pride.'

'I know.' Brann blinked at Thrain who grinned at his daughter in laws cleverness.

'Indeed. Thorin has chosen wise.' Thrain looked at Brann with a deep fondness as Thorin walked towards them.

'I think it is the first time since I can remember that you approved with something I did.' Thorin laid his arm around Brann waist and kissed her on the cheek before he turned towards his father.

'Even a blind hen sometimes finds a grain of corn.' Thrain smirked and sat down beside Thorin and Brann.

'Are you talking about my dear brother?' Dis joined them at the table with Fili and Kili.

'Uncle Thorin is a hen?' Fili looked at Thorin with big eyes and decided that his uncle had no resemblance to a hen at all.

Thorin took a deep breath and mentally counted to ten. 'How wonderful to have you all around at lunch.' he commented dryly.

'Yes, indeed.' Dis smirked at her older brother. 'Brann, dear, Dwana told me that you want her to be your courtlady.'

'You want the brat to be your courtlady?' Thorin looked at his wife in surprise.

'Stop calling her that.' Brann playfully slapped Thorins arm. 'And yes, I asked the brat - oh dear, Dwana - to be my courtlady. She is honest and honorable and she has guts. I don´t need a bodyguard when she is around.'

'I have seen her train with her father in the arena. She is good with axes and a sword.' Thorin nodded. 'But she will need a whole different education.'

'Her mother was a lady from the Iron Hills, so I think that Dwana already has a high education. But anyway, I told her that she would get an education here, to make her a good courtlady.' Brann told Thorin. 'Dwana will take lessons in the afternoon for the next few weeks and then Dis and I will take care of the rest.'

Dis nodded. 'Master Kori says that she has potential. Although her martial character irritates him. Koris youngest son, Ori, is very scared of her. They take the same lessons.'

'Ori...' Brann mused. 'Is that the cute little dwarfling with the mittens?'

'Thats him.' Dis nodded. 'A shy little fellow. But very intelligent. He wants to be a scribe when he is grown up.'

'A very unusual aim for a dwarf.' Thorin muttered.

'You cannot expect every dwarf to become a miner, soldier or craftsman.' Brann smiled at her husband. 'Be thankful that he wishes to be a scribe and that you do not need to force one of your soldiers to sit in the library all day. If Dwalin ever screws up that would be the perfect punishment for him.'

Brann and Dis chuckled at the thought of Dwalin in the library, while Thrain and Thorin could not even imagine the huge dwarf even taking a breath near it.

'I am right here!' a deep voice rumbled and made Brann and Dis jump. Dwalin was standing right behind them, leaning against a pillar and frowned at the two women.

'Hello there!' Dis recovered from her shock first. 'Haven´t seen you there!'

Dwalin only glared at Dis for a moment before he was back to his usual dry expression. All the sincerity was only a fassade, in reality Dwalin wanted to hug Brann silly for taking such good care of his daughter. But she was the queen and he would not show any disrespect towards her in public. He would hug her when he was alone with her.

Brann was sitting in front of the fireplace and read a book as Thorin came back from a long day at the council. She looked up and saw Thorin lean against the door from the inside, hitting his forehead against it.

'What happened?' Brann could not help but chuckle.

'The council happened. My father joined us this evening and announced that he would not take his rightful place as the king under the mountain. The uproar he caused was enormous.' Thorin sighed.

'His mind is not focused on being king anymore, but on reclaiming Erebor.' Brann told Thorin who nodded.

'It is futile. The dragon destroyed every gate and every door into the mountain. There is no way in. And even if there was...there is no way around the beast inside the treasury.' Thorin pinched the bridge of his nose to fight his headache. 'I understand what guides him. Erebor was our home, our mountain. But it isn´t anymore.'

'Give him time.' Brann took Thorins hand and pulled him down into a sitting position. 'Maybe one day he will realise that his home is here, with all of us.'

'Maybe.' Thorin smiled. 'By the way, he said that we should install a lock at our door. Or post guards. I think that would be very wise.'

Brann grinned as she remembered the incident in the morning. 'That would be a good idea.' As she saw Thorin shaking his head she looked at him questioningly. 'What´s wrong?'

'My father gave me instructions how to...father an heir.' Thorin tried not to remember that conversation to clearly. 'Position, angle, timing...and it helps if the woman reaches completion.'

Brann could not help but laugh at Thrains eagerness of becoming a grandfather. 'You should let Thrain spend more time with Fili and Kili. Maybe afterwards he won´t be so eager to become another grandchild anymore.'

'Frerin, Dis and I were even worse. Our mother was the only one who had control over us, much like Dis now.' Thorin remembered. 'My father is crazy about having a - how did he call it? - a grandchild combining the best traits of men and dwarves in one soul.'

'There is only one way. Lots of practise.' Bann whispered in her husbands ear and grinned as she saw desire and lust gleam in his eyes.

Thorin was in a good mood as he attended the council the next morning. He ignored Thrains knowing grin and Dwalins rolling eyes. But the council managed to ruin Thorins mood in no time. Since Thorin - or better say Brann - had rejected the idea of a second wife the council insisted on Thorin father an heir with his queen as soon as possible. After almost a week of discussion and quarrel about an heir to the line of Durin Thorin was in no mood for "practise" in the marital bed anymore. At first Brann smirked at her husbands mood, but after many days she was sick of Thorins temper and accompanied him to the council and requested to speak.

'Members of the honorable council of the Blue Mountains.' Brann tried to remain calm and dignified, although she could not help but incorporate a few side blows. 'It honors me deeply that the council finds me worthy of bearing a child of the Durin line. Even though an heir would be of great importance to this kingdom, I beseech you to not put unnecessary pressure on my husband king and myself. I am sure, that the council has various topics of great importance to discuss, rather than invade the private life of the king.'

As Brann was finished the council members began shouting agitatedly, Thrain being the loudest, and Thorin looked at Brann, his eyes saying I told you so. Brann could hear arguments about her age and the highest fertile age of a human woman as well as points about the responsibility of a king and queen, especially as young as Thorin and herself. Taking a deep breath Brann decided to settle things the way Thorin usually did.

'SILENCE!' she yelled and the council immediately fell silent. 'Since there is no way to reason with this council, let me tell you this. The council has no right to a say in this matter. I assure you that my king and I plan to add to the line of Durin, BUT if I hear one more word out of anyone in this council...' Brann looked directly at Thrain as she uttered the next words. 'NO GRANDCHILDREN! That´s right!'

Thrain did try to stutter something in return, but as he saw Branns determined face he leaned back in his chair and held up his hands in defeat. He could not fight a grin, though. The rest of the council managed to stay silent and Brann smiled at them sweetly.

'Thank you, dear council members. If you would excuse me, I will leave you to your daily business.' Brann looked at Thorin and silently asked for his permission to leave. As he nodded Brann made her way back to her chambers and prayed to Mahal that she did not have to appear in council more than a few times a year. With new found respect for Thorin Brann enjoyed the moment of peace in the royal chambers before she found the courage to go an visit Dis and her sons.

'You deeply impressed the council today, my queen.' Thorin smirked at Brann as they made ready for bed that day.

'Really? I had the feeling that I went too far. Yelling at the council and your father...my mother would have scolded me for my unladylike behaviour.' Brann grimaced.

'We are dwarves. We yell.' Thorin shrugged his shoulders and grinned at Branns cocked eyebrow. 'Seeing you yell at the old council dwarves was...quite arousing. I could not wait for the council to end and to come to you.'

Thorin smirked as Brann blushed and pressed her down onto the soft mattress of their bed. It had been a week since they had last been intimate and Thorin longed for Branns closeness. As he reached out for her and pushed up her dress Brann stopped him.

'The door, Thorin.' Brann reminded him and chuckled as Thorin rushed to the door to lock it. As he came back he grabbed Branns ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He positioned himself between her legs and nibbled on the soft skin of her neck, making her moan. Brann wrapped her legs around Thorins waist and pressed herself against his body, shivering with anticipation. Laces were opened and clothes fell to the ground. As both of them were naked Thorin paused and looked at Brann reluctantly.

'What is it, Thorin?' Brann asked and kissed the tip of his nose.

'I want to...claim you.' Thorin pressed out. 'Make you mine with all your heart and soul.'

'I already am.' Brann whispered, but she could guess that Thorin meant to make love to her in a different way than before that night. 'Claim me as you wish, dear husband.'

Kissing her hard, Thorin lifted Brann from the bed and turned her around to push her back onto her stomach. Brann was leaning on the mattress, her behind and legs dangling off the bed. Thorin trailed hot and wet kisses down her spine and caressed her waist and her thighs before his hand moved to the tender spot between her legs. Brann then realised that they were finishing what they had started as Thrain had been walking in on them. Thorin leaned over her bare back and pushed his fingers into her warmth, making Brann moan deeply in pleasure from the new and enticing angle. Entering from behind Thorins fingers instantly found the delicate spot inside of her which made her cry out passionately every time Thorin pushed in. Thorins erection was hot and hard on Branns bottom and throbbed painfully as he thrust his fingers into the tight entrance.

'Melekuh...' Brann whispered against the mattress as Thorin leaned down to nibble at her ears. 'Please...'

Thorin could feel that Brann was close. Her muscles contracted tightly around his fingers and he needed only a last passionate thrust to push her over the edge for the first time that night. Brann clenched her fists into the sheets as she came, moaning Thorins name over and over again. Hearing his name out of his wifes mouth made Thorins blood boil and with one swift move he burried himself inside of Branns warmth, making her cry out in delight. She arched her back and pressed her bottom against his hips, meeting his thrusts as he began pumping into her wildly.

Brann gasped as Thorin hammered her into the mattress and stretched her deliciously. One of his hands had grabbed her waist to steady her, while the other caressed her back. This position was unfamiliar to Brann up until now, but she loved the animalistic desire as Thorin took her that way. Everyone of Thorins thrusts made her see stars and she had to refrain from chocking her lustful moans in a pillow. Although Thorin was pounding into her passionately, she knew that he was holding back.

'Harder, Thorin. Please...' Brann leaned onto her ellbow to peak over her shoulder.

Thorin paused to lean forward. 'Are you sure?' he whispered into her ear. His hands caressed her back and hips and sent hot shivers down Branns spine. Brann nodded and pressed her behind against Thorins groin, begging him to continue. She felt Thorin smirk against the shell of her ear and felt his weight pull back from her back. She was about to take another look over her shoulders as Thorins hands grabbed her waist and he started pounding into her in a punishing pace. Thorin almost pulled completely out before he rammed into his wife again. One of his hands moved into Branns mane and pulled back her head, making her arch her back, while his other hand held a firm grip on her waist.

Brann was nearly going mad under Thorins rough and passionate treatment. As his lips came down to brush the nape of her neck Brann was already close to her completion and her gasps and moans came erratically. With an animalistic groan Thorin burried himself in his wife with one last powerful thrust and sent them both over the edge in a mindblowing climax. He had almost pulled Brann up into a standing position by her hair and rode out his orgasm while Brann let her head fall back onto his shoulders. Thorin smirked into her hair and reached for her clit, massaging it with clever strokes. Branns hand joined his between her legs and before she could even recover from her orgasm Thorin sent her into oblivion for the third time that evening. Brann and Thorin collapsed onto the bed, Thorin nearly crushing Brann under his weight. But Brann was too exhausted to complain and Thorin quickly rolled to his side, pulling Brann into his arms. He smiled as he heard her moan quietly.

'Are you alright?' he asked carefully and pulled her close.

'I think I blacked out for a moment.' Brann sighed and wrapped herself into Thorins arms. Thorin chuckled and kissed his wifes neck. 'I should yell at the council more often if that turns you on like that, dear husband.' Brann teased and shrieked quietly as Thorins teeth digged into her shoulder.

'Don´t you dare. I almost did not make it back to our chambers.' Thorin stated and heard Brann chuckle. 'Is that amusing to you?'

'Indeed.' Branns chuckle turned to laughter as Thorin tickled her. She turned around in his arms and laid her forehead against his. 'I love you, Thorin.'

'I love you more.' Thorin whispered and kissed her softly before they drifted to sleep in each others arms.

'We will have a big celebration on Durins Day.' Thorin informed Brann the next day. 'Royalty from all neighbouring kingdoms will be here. Dwarves and men.'

Brann had almost asked if elves were invited, too, but she bit her tongue in time. She knew only little about elves, from the talks of her friends and family. Elves were immortal, but they could be killed by force. They were known to be beautiful and elegant and worshipped arts and music. That was all Brann knew. She had never met any elves, much to her disappointment. Brann decided to ask Thrain about the elves lateron, she did not want to ruin their morning.

'Do you think that Dwana will be ready to attend as your courtlady by then?' Thorin asked Brann.

'I will see to it that she will be.' Brann smiled at Thorin warmly. 'Do you need me to do anything? Plan the feast, the food, welcome the guests?'

'You will be at my side as my queen.' Thorin stated and cupped Branns cheek with his callous hand. 'Dis, master Bombur and master Dori will prepare the feast. Everything is already planned. We are the royal couple of the Blue Mountains. And a "young" one at that, even if I do not feel that way.' Thorin laughed quietly. 'This is all a show of force.'

'So all I have to do is stand at your side and look pretty?' Brann asked and frowned. She did not like to be reduced to her looks and her title.

'Does that bother you?' Thorin got uneasy as he saw his wifes features turn into a scolding look.

'Yes, it does!' Brann stated grumbling. 'I am not some jewel to show off!'

Thorin did not understand Brann outburst. 'For dwarves, jewelry indicates wealth and power. You are my queen and my jewel, of course I want to show you off to the other royalty.'

As Brann frown deepened Thorin knew that he had said something wrong. But by no stretch of the imagination he knew what it was.