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Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Long Awaited Day

~Five Months Later~

"Wake up!"

Lian's sleeping form collided harshly with the ground, causing the drowsy woman to sit up quickly; mumbling a string of gibberish as she looked around. A groan left her lips as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes but her body wanted so badly to just lay back down and sleep. Sadly the stubborn woman before her was adamant in getting her up as she clapped her hands loudly in front of her face to draw her attention.

"I didn't travel all the way here to be your nanny! Get up before I beat you with the broomstick like when you were a child!" Martha chided.

"I'm up woman! Stop nagging me!" Lian yelled, picking herself off the ground as the woman huffed, turning towards the hefty oak wardrobe that stood in front of her bed. She took this moment to flop back on her bed, letting out a tired sigh as she almost melted back into the soft blanket and lukewarm sheets. Something landed beside her and she lifted her head to see a blindingly white gown lying on her bed, a stark contrast to the deep forest green color of her blankets.

"When did ya-?" She began but the older woman quickly shushed her and ushered to strip from her nightgown.

"It's a good thing I add an inch to your measurements, you've gotten plumper since the last time I saw you." Martha commented, looking Lian over with a crucial eye.

"Oh shut it." Lian huffed, cheeks colored in embarrassment.

"Hurry into the tub before the waters grows cold!" Martha shooed and the woman lazily slipped into the tub, hissing at the scalding temperature. Eventually she adjusted to the water and relaxed back into the tub and closed her eyes, letting her mind drift.

Five months had passed now since her kin returned to Forochel, leaving Lian to become more comfortable with her new home. Lian wasn't very fond of being cooped up in the mountain every second of the day but she learned to cope by going out to Dale or to explore the mountain side. Her time with Thorin had been more limited when work on the mines began but she did mange to get past the guards every once in awhile to visit him.

One would thin Lian would have developed a fear towards the mines but she found the caverns to be far more inviting when they were lit by several lanterns and several dwarfs occupied the areas. Thorin did however make it known of his great displeasure for her to be in such a dangerous area though; at least six dwarf's had been injured during the process but thankfully they were nothing life threatening or anything time couldn't heal up.

King Ludin was brought to Erebor and charged with high treason, standing before all the clans in the grand throne room so they could witness the consequences for his actions. Thorin was the one to behead the dwarf and Lian could still remember the cold expression he wore. She knew that inside he ached to have to have to take the life of one of his brothers but more would rise to finish King Ludin's work if Thorin did not instill fear of the consequences in their hearts. That had been a very bleak day for all.

Things looked up though when construction on the mine was finished, a tremendous load taken off both Thorin and the Clan Leaders. Within the first few days they struck a huge quartz vein with several large clumps of gold found within; Lian was amazed when she saw them uncover a part of the large vein. It spanned at least twenty feet and that was apparently only the beginning of it; she can see why Erebor was such a prosperous kingdom now.

"Lian!"

Her head jerked forward, causing her to spill some water over the edge of the tub as she looked up at the annoyed Martha. Her cheeks were red as she glared down at her and Lian brought a hand up to wipe the slobber off her chin.

"Yer absolutely right, Martha." She said, trying to keep the slur out of her voice.

"Don't act as if you were listening to me after I caught you dozing off!" The woman fumed, throwing a bar of soap at her and Lian let out a yelp when it hit her in the arm. She grumbled as she began to soap herself up, suds sliding down her wet flesh before she submerged herself in the warm water. After washing her hair she dried herself off but before she could put on any clothes the door to her room opened. She let out a small shriek, diving for her bed covers in fear that it was a guard or even worse; Thorin.

However she was surprised to see Nellia walk through the door, dressed in a rich purple gown with elegant black curls framing her fair features. Lian let out a cry of joy as the woman closed the door, padding over to grab the woman up into a large bear hug despite her previous reaction. Nellia let out a breathless chuckle before the woman was set down; Lian bearing a lopsided grin on her face.

"Lian, I like to still consider our friendship close but not that close." Nellia said with a slight cringe as she attempted to avoid having to look at the other woman's exposed flesh. Lian just let out a laugh before she went and pulled her night gown back over her head, covering her exposed flesh as Martha shook her head to the side.

"When did ya get in?" Lian asked.

"You two can talk while I work on you." Martha huffed, ushering Lian over to her vanity before pushing her to sit in the chair. She felt a cringe twist her face as the older woman began to rake a comb through her damp locks, tugging roughly on the knotted strands.

"I arrived late last night with Luke and our parents; we would have arrived with the others but mother insisted on stopping at almost every town so we had to stay behind as to not delay the others." Nellia huffed, taking a seat at the thick wooden desk beside the vanity.

"It's no big deal; yer here now. By the way, where is Luke? Don't tell me ya left the poor soul with yer tyrant of a mother?" Lian snickered.

"He's probably talking with Stevvin; what ever that may be." Nellia sighed.

"Oh I think I know." Lian grinned, making an obscene jerking motion with her hand that earned a sharp yank of her hair from Martha; Nellia snorting half in disgust and half in amusement.

"I can't believe an obscene girl like you is getting married before me; the utter irony!" Martha hissed, raking through the girl's hair roughly.

"Maybe I have more charm than ya thought." Lian boasted but this only made both women laugh.

"Or he's very patient and understanding." Nellia chuckles and Lian felt a scowl twist her features.

"Enough of the gossip! Help me with her hair and face before we put her in the dress." Martha said and with that the two woman began to twist and braid her hair; now reaching her just below her shoulder blades. After they had pulled her hair back in to a thick braid down her back they moved on to lightly powdering her face before painting her lips a rosy pink.

Despite it only being a 'light' layer; she felt like some sort of joker being presented to entertain the kingdom however she had to admit she didn't look as bad as she felt. The two women helped her slip into her wedding gown; cringing when she once again felt the dreaded pressure applied to her ribs from the corset. The dress was marvelous; white satin sleeves hugged her arms off the shoulder with two sparkling broaches holding the sating drape that hung behind her almost like a cape. Lace covers the entire bodice until it reached her hips and a thin layer of lace covered the top of the large satin skirt.

"Where did you get this dress, Martha? It's gorgeous?" Nellia asked, running an almost envious eye over the white gown as she adored Lian's ears with simple pear earrings.

"I made it." Martha explained rather modestly, pinning several small pearls into the bride-to-be's dark braid.

"Ya made it?' Lian asked, stunned that Martha would do such a thing as make her wedding dress; she knew the woman could sew but to make something as extravagant as this was mind boggling.

"Well I'll be." Nellia murmured, a look of awe gracing her features.

"Of course I made it; I made your mothers too but sadly there was nothing left of it after their wedding night." A scowl twisted the older woman's features at the memory.

Lian looked in the mirror at herself, really taking in her appearance for the first time and it finally fully dawned on her then.

"I'm getting married."

Her stomach suddenly twisted into knots as her palms grew clammy; her teeth grinding together in anxiety. What if he backed out at the last minute? What if he'd be making a horrible mistake marrying her? She was stubborn, loud, obnoxious and childish so why did he want to marry her? What made him lover her?

"I'm gonna go help Luke get ready, I'll see you later." Nellia suddenly chimed, momentarily drawing Lian out of her worrying and she gave the woman a quick hug before she was gone. Now only Martha and Lian remained in her chambers as she slipped her slippers on; her mind reeling.

"You're not done yet; here." The older woman stopped her from standing; brushing her braid out of the way as she clasped a silver chain around her neck. Lian looked down to see a simple grey stone at the end; it was oval shaped with tiny black veins running throughout.

"What is this?" Lian asked, running her bare fingers over the sleek rock; it didn't seem like anything special and seemed rather plain compared to Martha's style. None the less it was interesting to look at as it sparkled slightly under the light.

"It was a necklace your mother made for me; I thought you should have it since you are her daughter." She explained, looking almost embarrassed.

Her heart gave a tug in her chest as she looked at the stone once more; she felt touched by the gift, Martha was her mother's closest friend. The woman was never open about their relationship but she'd heard enough from her father to understand how close they were. Her death must have tore Martha up inside and then to have to raise her child was like a constant reminder.

"Martha, I can't take this." Lian said softly, straining to find her voice.

"Don't give me none of that, girl! It's insulting for you to turn me down!" The woman barked, cheeks beginning to turn a dark red.

Lian nodded mutely, not trusting her voice at the moment; it was so unlike her to get emotional over a simple gift but she knew how much it must have meant to the woman.

However the tender moment was suddenly broken as loud shouting began outside; drawing their attention.

"I need to see her!"

Martha walked over to then door and pulled it open, revealing a rather frazzled Lady Lillian as the guards tried to prevent her from entering the room. Lian stood, feeling a slight pinch in her side as she joined her chambermaid at the door.

"What's going on?" She asked, baffled to see the woman of all people at her door; after the incident with Rowan she hadn't seen a hair of the woman in five months, even thought she'd went back home. Here she was though, trying to fight off guards to reach her though she doubted it was with malicious intent.

"She said that she had to speak with you however she is not one of the few authorized to see you in your chambers today." Warren said, a middle-aged dwarf with a stern demeanor; she'd found he was even less likely to crack a smile than Stevvin in the five months he'd stood guard of her chambers.

"I just want to talk to you; I swear!" The dwarrowdam defended, almost in tears which caused the other, younger guard Mulken to frown.

"Let her go, I'm sure she doesn't have a shank hidden in her bosoms." Lian sighed, allowing the two dwarfs to release her. Mulken gave a hesitant nod while Warren gave a loud grunt; more like a growl if anything. Martha shooed the guards back into the corridor before closing the door and cleaning up the mess she'd scattered across the vanity.

"What is it ya were willing to go through guards to say?" Lian asked, taking a seat in one of the forest green chairs in front of the crackling fire Martha had started. Fall began only a few days ago but already the temperature was steadily dropping as the colors of the leaves changed. With a sigh she propped her feet up on the squat table in front of her, enjoying the warmth that spread through her chilled soles; she certainly wasn't portraying any ladyship at the moment.

Lady Lillian was hesitant, wringing the fabric of her skirt harshly with an expression that made her look like she swallowed a bucket of worms. A few minutes passed of this without a single word spilling from her pursed lips and Lian was beginning to grow uncomfortable of this awkward situation. Standing she approached the dwarrowdam and open her mouth to speak but before she could say what she was going to say the lass bust out in tears.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your baby; I just wanted to show off in front of Danora! She was my only friend." She half wailed, causing Lian to flinch back un-expectantly.

Her mind had to work for a bit before it clicked what the hell she was talking about and she looked at the dwarrowdam with mixed emotions.

"Was?" Lian asked.

"After what happened Danora and Sarah shunned me; said I was an embarrassment to be around." She sobbed with snot and tears running down into her wispy red beard. Lian felt her face draw back into a scowl of disgust at this news, appalled by the immoral act she'd been dealt by the other dwarrowdams. "I shouldn't have tried to hurt you; I've never hurt anyone in my life and I felt horrible after it happened. I hadn't been able to bear showing my face to anyone these past few months but I could never forgive myself I didn't at least apologize for my idiocy." She wept.

"Why would you choose today to apologize?" Lian felt a deep frown tugging at the corners of her mouth as she watched her weep; it was a rather uncomfortable situation with a person she hardly knew.

"I was too much of a coward to face you before; I chose now because it's the last chance I have. My clan returns to Ered Nimrais tomorrow." She explained past her frantic sobs, her head bowed in shame.

"Calm down, getting worked up and crying isn't gonna help anything." Lian said. "I forgive ya for what happened; people do foolish things at least a dozen times in their life. Ya've already been punished enough through yer own self loathing; no longer bow yer head and show dignity."

"But-." She began but one look from the woman quieted her down immediately; Lian guided the dwarrowdam to the basin of water and allowed her to wash her face of snot and tears.

"I'm going to get ready; I'll be back half and hour before it's time." Martha announced after she'd cleaned everything up and Lian watched as she left; clicking her tongue at Mulken on her way out when he peeked in. The door closed once more, drawing her attention back to the dwarrowdam as she attempted to calm herself from her previous outburst of emotion.

"I'm sorry about my horrible timing; to tell you now of all days." Lady Lillian said once she'd calmed down enough to speak properly and she led her to sit by the crackling hearth once more. The warmth of the fire managed to calm her completely and Lian let out a breath of relief; she could hardly stand herself crying much less others.

"Yer not spoiling anything for me; it was good that ya came out and apologized no matter the day. Guilt can tear a person apart on the inside; change them. Living with such guilt is something only cowards do instead of overcoming the challenge; ya were not the coward today." Lian explained, crossing her legs at the ankle as she rested her feet on the table once more.

"How can you be so carefree? I would think that you'd harsher towards me for what I did." Lillian demanded, obviously expecting a more violent reaction.

"Harsher? I beat ya black and blue and ya expect me to be harsher? Sounds like yer a glutton for punishment if ya think ya deserve anymore than what ya've been dealt. I'm not going to do anything more; what's done is done, move on with yer life." She snorted.

"You are far too kind, Lady Lian. If I had done such a thing to any other lady of the court then I'd have been publicly humiliated." Tears began to slide down her cheeks once more, her expression more sullen than what is was before as her eyes glistened.

"I am no lady of the court; such things are beneath me, as should be for any sane person." Lian said almost bitterly; she'd seen what people of the court did to each other, even in her kingdom. Liars, backstabbers, un-loyal with no sense of honor; Nellia was fortunate enough to escape the poisonous environment while she could though the same could not be said for her mother.

"Leave with a clear conscious for if ya continue yer life in guilt I will never forgive ya." Lian said, watching the crackling of the fire as she spoke. From the corner of her eye she saw the dwarrowdam hesitate before standing to walk from her chambers; however she paused before the door.

"Thank you."

With that the door closed and Lian let out a long sigh, sinking back into the plush chair tiredly and she let her eyes drift shut as her mind wandered. Lady Danora had become quiet a thorn in her side even after the event with Lillian; constantly poking and prodding at her. Thorin asked almost everyday if anyone had caused her trouble but she didn't have the heart to tell him. Finishing the mine had put him under a great deal of stress and now that it was finished it had taken a load of his chest; she hated to add another problem.

The last five months had been quite a mess and weren't always pretty between Lian and Thorin, there was even times when they fought so bad that she had doubts on whether he really wanted to marry her at all. Both of them where strong willed so getting an apology out of one or the other was a miracle in it's self but their actions spoke more clearly than their words in this case. When Thorin was sorry he often asked her to just be there beside him whether it is in his study or just his day-to-day business. When Lian was sorry she often would come up with an idiotic reason to see him just to stand there in front of him for about five minutes pouting until she just went up to him for a hug. It seemed like the more they grew to know each other the harder it was to out right apologize for anything, it had been far simpler when they were still relatively strangers.

The two were quite the pair though; they clashed almost as often as they complimented each other and sometimes they'd just purposely angered the other to see their reactions. Her father said her mother and him where the same way though he was usually the one instigating her; it made him happy to know her and Thorin did the same. Lian felt a smile tug at her lips, enjoying the trip though memory lane but she was far giddier to the events that would were to happen in less than an hour.

Marriage. That used to be something she dreaded when it came to the idea of marrying some buffoons she'd met in her home. Here she was though; twenty-five with a daughter and marrying a dwarf of all things. She wasn't as young as most of the girls had been when they were married off back home but Thorin wasn't exactly a young stallion either by the common standard. It was a bit odd when you thought about their age gap but then again she'd age a lot quicker than him and soon enough will be sprouting grey hairs with him.

She couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of a frail old Thorin; the thought of it tickled her pink. There was the chance that he could be killed any day but Lian was adamant in staying positive; she hoped to the stars above that they'd be together until the end of their time. Their lives together would truly begin that day as they come together to be husband and wife.

Lian felt a thousand eyes boring into her as she walked down the corridor of the throne room, pews lining the grand room with enough space to fit the entirety of the seven clans and smaller portion of Lian's kin. White satin hung from the overhanging balcony on either side with sweet scented flowers scattered across the hall like a makeshift garden of white. Music played slowly as her and Lvaire walked, echoing off the grand walls so all could hear. Her hands were locked into a vice grip around her fathers arm and the bouquet of white Oriental Lilies in her left hand; her stomach was tight and her palms where sweaty.

"Calm down, baby girl." Lvaire murmured to her as they walked, wincing when her fingernails dug into his forearm harshly. Lian didn't say anything but for her fathers sake she relaxed her hand around his arm as they made it half-way down the ridiculously long aisle.

Once she could see Thorin clearly her eyes never left him as he watched her draw closer; unable to see her expression past the heavily laced veil she wore. The dwarf looked dashingly handsome with white and blue trousers and coachmen jacket; heavy white fur lining his deep blue cape. Several metal beads were intertwined in his dark locks while silver chains hung from the hefty metal crests that kept his cape in place. To top it all off he wore a silver crown; an accessory he saved for special occasions.

Lian felt her chest tighten and a lump form in her throat as tears moistened her lashes; she couldn't tell it they were happy tears or just tears of pure nervousness but tried her best to keep them down. Finally after what felt like hours they reached both Gandalf and Thorin; the old wizard delighted to wed the dwarf and woman.

"We have gathered here today to witness the eternal binding of this dwarf and woman with hope that they will love each other unconditionally for the rest of their days." Ganfald began; his voice ringing strong and true for all to hear. "Who gives the bride away in marriage?"

"I do." Lvaire answered.

Lvaire turned to his daughter, green eyes glistening with emotion as he kissed her cheek through the lace veil and gave her hand a squeeze before handing her over to Thorin. The dwarf gave the man an acknowledging nod as he passed by to his seat; taking Lian's hands in his larger ones he once again noticed how frail they appeared in his calloused palms. The woman gave his hands a squeeze once they'd faced each other, her heart pounding a mile a minute in her chest.

"Marriage is something as old as the rock beneath our feet; it is ageless and will survive even throughout dire times. The binding of two into one is a wonder that you'd would have to experience to understand and I believe that everyone is destined to. Love comes in many forms, from a parents love to deep friendship; however love between husband and wife is something stronger than all the others. It's pure and something unique to every soul; no one else can make you feel quite the same way as that person."

"So if there may be another who wishes to claim either of their hearts then speak now or forever hold your peace." The old wizard said. None spoke, causing Lian great relief that Lady Danora didn't stir up a scene out of spite.

"Excellent; now it's time to exchange your vows." Gandalf chuckled merrily.

Lian felt her throat dry up as she tried desperately for the first few words of her vows to resurface, having read them everyday since she wrote them down in an attempt to memorize the lines. She gently gnawed on the inside of her cheek before she took a deep breath; calming the chaotic churning of her stomach.

"Thorin…the first time I met ya I thought ya were just a bitter jackass." Lian admitted, causing a chorus of gasps and laughter from the pews as Thorin pursed his lips tightly to refrain from a smile.

"It wasn't long at all though that I saw past that and saw how sad ya really where...ya mourned the loss of yer home not just for yerself; but for yer people. I can't quite remember when it was I started to fall for ya but it's the best damn thing that's ever happen to me. I wish to see the world by yer side until the day I die." She finished; her voice attempting to crack but she did a good job in keeping it under control. Her vows weren't anything special and were rather simple but it fit the woman's personality perfectly. Now that hers were out of the way though, she was anxious to her Thorin's; the dwarf was never good at expressing his more affectionate side even to Lian so she was curious.

" Lian…" He began, clearing his throat and she thought she saw a flash of nervousness on his features but it was gone before she could be sure. "I'd never thought of marrying anyone before; it wasn't something I wanted to think about. I was ashamed of whom I was and I was…desperate to reclaim what dignity I'd lost. I honestly can't be sure what kind of person I'd be right now if we hadn't decided to reclaim Erebor; possibly a drunkard still chasing his past instead of looking forward." Thorin struggled to express his feelings, a small crease forming between his brows and she gave his hand a comforting squeeze.

"Aye, Marriage was the last thing on my mind much less falling in love but when I saw you in Rivendell that day, a vision of beauty in that silver gown; I didn't stand a chance. My pride be damned, I should have known then there was no fighting a force of nature such as yourself. So I will fight for every shred of your heart that I can get within my grasp." He ended in almost a growl and to some this may be intimidating but his tone sent a shudder of delight throughout her body.

"Now who has the rings?" Gandalf asked and immediately Fili stood up and handed the two silver rings over before quickly returning to his seat.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of our love; for today and tomorrow and all days to come wear it as a sign of what we have promised on this day and know that my loves is present even when I am not." Thorin spoke, his voice a deep rumble as he slid the ring on her finger. Lian repeated the verse and slide the large ring on his finger, her cheeks growing hot when she heard a whistle from the crowd.

"Lian, do you take Thorin to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and forsake all other, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?" Gandalf asked.

"I do." Lian breathed.

"And Thorin, do you take Lian to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in healthy; and forsake all other, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?" He asked once again.

"I do." Thorin answered firmly.

"Then by the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Gandalf wore a cheeky grin now, his crystal blue eyes twinkling like diamonds in the sun.

Thorin threw back the veil in order to get the first glance of the woman since yesterday evening; he was not disappointed. Her skin contracted against the stark white gown lovely with a healthy glow illuminating her rosy cheeks; green orbs peering into his own. The dwarf's lips parted in awe before he leaned in to claim his newly wedded bride's lips for his own; the pair finally husband and wife.

Lian and Thorin stumbled through the door to their room; the woman in a fit of giggles as the dwarf bore a lazy grin. The after party had been hardly formal; ale flowed freely and both of their kin's made the most of it as they danced merrily in the ballroom. Several angry wives and/or lovers had to keep their beloveds in check or force them to retire early; Gordon and Luke having been apart of them. Lian was surprisingly popular amongst the females, though she had a feeling that had to do with the fact that she was queen; she did meet a few good natured souls however.

Despite the fact that she was indeed queen she hardly felt the acclaimed title; it felt like she was of the same importance as she was yesterday. The title was rather embarrassing when she was addressed as such however she felt a sense of pride when she heard Thorin mention her as his wife. Rowan had of course been the life of the party too but sadly she was sent off to bed early on by Laura; her new chambermaid. The child was too old now to sleep share a room with Lian so she had her own now but she made sure to talk your ear off every chance she got since she could now speak more than one word.

Lian gasped for breath, her lungs heaving as her laughter died down and she flopped onto the large bed. She let her breathing even out before she sat up; pulling pins out of her hair before it fell loose down her back. She removed her jewelry and kicked her slippers off with a sigh, letting her aching feet settle on the cold stone floor as she watched Thorin unclothe before her.

He draped his thick cape over the chair before the hearth, his coat following close after as he maintained a far more orderly demeanor than his slightly drunk bride. He removed his boots, leaving him in only his trousers and thin white dress blouse as he faced her; pale eyes darkened. She felt her heart tug in her chest as her mind cleared of its previous stupor; a sudden hunger igniting in the pit of her belly when she locked gazes with him. Thorin walked over to her and lightly trailed his rough fingers up the length of her arm; sending Lian's heart pounding.

"Can ya help me out of my dress?" She breathed, embarrassed to ask but she knew she'd look like an even bigger fool trying to do it herself.

The dwarf complied by bringing her to a stand and turning her to where her back faced him; his fingers now slowly unlacing the back of her gown. Lian's pulse quickened as her dress grew looser; exposing more and more of her flesh to him. Finally she was able to step out of the dress but she held it in front of her almost like a shield while her cheeks grew increasingly hot. No man had ever seen this much of her before; she felt vulnerable and almost ashamed.

"Feel no shame in front of me for I am your husband; nothing will be hidden from me." He rasped hotly into her ear, causing her very core to quake. The dwarf's hands slowly took the gown from her and tossed it over the heavy oak chest at the end of the bed before returning his touch to her thigh. His hands slowly ran up the curve of her hip and over her stomach until it reached the swell of her breasts; hot flesh ghosting over her sensitive nerves as her back arched instinctively.

"Thorin." Lian gasped, her mind growing fuzzy with raw yearning for the dwarf's touch; her chest rising and falling rapidly with her building lust.

"Shhh, I'll be gentle with you." He breathed, trailing light kisses over her shoulder as he began to slowly grope her breasts in his large hands; the fullness of the mounds barely fitting in his grasp. A whimper escaped her lips at the hot feeling of his flesh against her own; his chest pressed into her back firmly and causing her hunger to grow.

"No…Don't be." She groaned, spinning around in his arms to push him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Claim me; make sure that I can never forget yer touch. Make me crave ya." She growled in an almost animalistic manner, climbing onto his lap as she pressed her lips against his in a frenzy of passion. Immediately a deep growl erupted from his chest, thick arms pulling her as close as possible in the heat of the moment; their tongues tasting every inch of the others.

Quickly the dwarf flipped them over, pinning Lian's back to the bed as he pressed himself into her, hands roaming over her body with overwhelming hunger. She embraced his forcefulness wholeheartedly, locking her legs around his waist with her hands tangled in his hair for leverage. After a moment more she finally pushed him away to trail her hands down his chest while they panted heavily, her fingers grasping the front of his blouse to yank the fabric apart with a loud rip.

Thorin's bare chest now lay on display for her eyes and she was thoroughly pleased when she was greeted with firmly built muscles, dark hair adoring his chest and stomach. She'd seen his bare torso a few times when she'd taken care of him but the feeling that ran through her now was so much better than those rather innocent thrills she'd felt before. A deep groan left her throat almost akin to a whine as she raked her nails over the plains of his pecks and stomach; clenching her jaw at the jolt of pleasure it sent to her core.

The dwarf enjoyed the needy look in her eyes deeply, a shiver running down his spine when she trailed her nails down his torso. Thorin could hardly control the lust that drove him to the brink of his sanity; for months now he'd been craving the moment when he could finally make her his and he was minutes away from doing such. He tore the remains of his blouse away from his person hastily now before trailing his hand down her stomach to the dark curls of her mound; nostrils flaring in anticipation as to what greeted him there. As soon as his fingers touched the bundle of nerves above her lips she jerked back instantly, a strangled gasp attempting to leave her lips as she clung to him.

He continued on and slid down the swollen lips of her womanhood, inhaling deeply when he felt how slick her virgin folds were. His member ached at full attention in his trousers, begging for attention but he ignored the urge as he clamped his lips around there exposed nipple before him. Lian was gasping for air from the attention he was giving her breast along with the rubbing of her womanhood; her vision going blurry. She was not inexperienced in the art of pleasuring herself but the deed felt sinfully better when the dwarf did so as she grew alarmingly close to her climax. Suddenly half way to her desired release the dwarf pulled away, causing her to let out a disappointed grunt as she loosened her hold on his hair; realizing just how tightly she'd been clutching the dark strands.

She looked down at the dwarf through lust fogged eyes but he simply gave her a heated look before slowly venturing down her body to her mound. "What are ya doing?" She gasped, embarrassment flooding through her as he spread her legs wide, allowing him to see everything she had to offer in the firelight. He took a split second to take in the sight of her bare womanhood before he leaned in; hot breath washing over the sensitive flesh and causing her to jerk back in shock. Thorin closed his eyes, taking a lungful of her scent before placing his lips around the slightly engorged bud at the top; lips clamping down as he gave it a rough suck.

Lian's head snapped back with a sharp cry, her mouth open wide as her legs slammed closed around his head but he didn't stop as he began to suck on her the bud vigorously; thick fingers stroking the slick folds below. Her face was a bright crimson as she violently bucked and contorted around Thorin, her defenseless bud almost burning from pleasure. She begged for him to stop but he was ruthless in his assault and kept going until she literally saw white as a scream tore from her lungs; her entire body attempting to curl in on its self as she rode out her climax. Tears streamed down her face as she twitched and bucked, fingers firmly embedded into the dwarf's hair as she gasped loudly in the afterglow. Her bud throbbed heavily and her muscles felt like pudding as she went limp, her hands cover her face as she tried to unscramble her head.

Suddenly she felt something against the lips of womanhood and with as much strength as she could looked down to see Thorin between her legs completely nude though she couldn't see the entirety of his lowed half. Before she could say anything he pushed forward, half of his girth slipping into her opening easily due to the large amount of lubrication she'd secreted. Lian let out a yelp, her entire body seizing up in pain as she gritted her teeth together while a few tears slipped from her already moistened lashes.

Thorin leaned in to plants his lips against hers, moving them tenderly against hers as he braced himself on his forearms. Her bud still throbbed from her previous release which allowed for tiny bolts of pleasure to mix with the pain of losing her virginity as well as the stretching of her womanhood. She was thankful she didn't see his girth before he'd entered or else the anticipation of it probably would have terrified her.

Slowly he began to move back and forth, easing in more of his member in as she attempted to adjust. The pain eventually faded into a stinging sensation after about twenty minutes and by then the dwarf had already managed to ease all of his size into her as he moved back and forth at a slow pace. His jaw was clenched tightly with eyes screwed shut as if he was deeply concentrated; a slight sheen of sweat on his upper lip. Lian had grown used to the feeling now after another five minutes and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in closer. Their lips melted together hotly, the passion not lost during the slow pace and Thorin let out a deep groan as his hips bucked forward instinctively.

Suddenly he pulled out of her womanhood, breaking the kiss in the process as he gasped; forehead pressed against her breast as he panted. The dwarf was purposely denying himself his own release, adamant on finishing after his newly made bride. After a few more seconds he lifted his head as his hand once again trailed down her stomach to her mound. She let out a shaky breath when his finger connected with the sensitive nub, the jolt of pleasure beginning to wash away the soreness of her entrance.

A cry tore it's way from her chest when he pinched the nub, sending her back skyrocketing off the bed as he began to rub it in circles; making her clench her jaw to the point of them aching. Again she began to beg for him to stop but he ignored her pleas as he teased and stroked her bud until she once again was sent toppling over the edge with a scream. Once more she fell limp against the bed, her entire body coated in a layer of sweat as she gasped; if this went on this way she'd go insane.

Thorin entered her again; this time more swiftly and the woman let out a groan as an assault of pain and pleasure tormented her senses. He began to thrust at a steady pace, letting her once again grow used to the feeling of him and soon enough the pleasure began to overshadow the discomfort she once felt. Her walls clung to his girth tightly, the head of it scrapping and bumping against her sweet spots as he began to quicken his pace. It didn't take long for her to start begging for him to go faster as she grinded her hips up into his with her legs spread wide.

"More, please; I want to feel ya deeper inside." Lian begged, gasping loudly as he slammed into her sweet spot over and over again. She could feel her climax beginning to climb closer with every downward thrust; her legs pressed against her stomach as the dwarf pounded her roughly. He was letting out several strings of grunts as he moved; his tanned complexion growing a bit rosy compared to normal and his long hair falling to cover part of his expression.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She began to scream, thrusting against him violently as her climax suddenly washed over her, sobs wracking her body from the unfathomable pleasure she was experiencing when Thorin began to play with her sensitive nub.

"I love ya! I love ya so fucking much!" She wailed,her features crumpling into utter pleasure as he continued to thrust into her; drawing out her release. He was now letting out choked moans of his own as his pace became jerky; signaling his own release. He suddenly gripped her hips in a bone crushing grip and slammed into her, seething as he poured his scalding hot seed into her womb; his lips finding hers in an open mouthed kiss.

Thorin drew Lian into his chest after pulling out, inhaling the musk of their lovemaking that clung to her flesh and he let out a deep growl of approval a he snaked his thick arms around her waist. She let out a satisfied sigh, burying her face into the crook on his neck as they laid there in their afterglow. Sweet kisses and caresses where exchanged as they lay next to one another, a sharp squeal leaving her lips when he playfully cracked a hand over her exposed ass cheek. No words where needed nor where they said, they simply made love once again; this time softer and with less lust involved in the action. They fell asleep that night in each others arms as husband and wife and that's how they would for the rest of their lives.