~Chapter 13~
The town master threw a great dinner feast for the company and provided everyone with rooms for the night. You ate and celebrated with everyone, sitting mostly near Bilbo sense you two were the only two not drinking. Bofur was retelling their escape from Thrandril's cellars. A great story of barrel riders and orc fights. Excusing yourself, you stepped out from the great hall out on to the front porch. You had been given a new red shirt so the other could be repaired and Kili had given you back your purple scarf. You sat on the steps, cup of water in hand and stared down at the floor boards that held everything above the water.
After a while of sitting alone in silence Thorin comes out and sits beside you on the steps. "I told you I'd make it out of there." You sigh to Thorin as you take a drink from your cup. "I'm sorry I was harsh with you about it. But you and the company's safety was more important at the time." You stare into your cup watching the water swirl around.
"Yes you made it out but you were harmed." He points out. You feel his hand come up and gently touch the bandage across your cheek. "What happened before Thrandril returned you to your cell?"
"He…" you began hesitantly "He forced me to drink tainted wine. Whatever was in it made my body unresponsive. I was awake and could feel everything still but I could not make my body move. After that…." You trailed off not wanting to bring back the memories. Thorin took the cup from your shaking hands and set it down. "Let us talk in a more privet place." Suggested Thorin softly as he helped you up and lead you inside.
Up in the privacy of Thorin's room you retold the assault against you. You sat in a chair knees pulled tightly into your chest and your wings wrapped tightly around yourself as you watched Thorin's reaction. You could see the fury in his eyes as he paced around the room. Before he got a chance to respond there was a knock at the door. Getting up you answered the door. Dwalin, Fili and Kili were standing on the other side. You invited them in and shut the door behind them before returning to your chair. "Here, your notebook. Also your shirt and vest are fixed and cleaned now." Said Kili as he handed you the clean clothing and book. "Thorin, could you tell them what happened? I'm going to go change." You said to Thorin as you walked to the washroom.
Through the closed door you could hear Thorin telling your others Ones what had happened to you. You striped off your clothing and hoped in the scolding hot water. It burned but it felt good, as if it were burning off the actions of today. Taking time, you removed the bandage on your cheek and side, making sure to wash each well. Along with washing all the smaller cuts on your arms and chest. You dried, dressed and hid your wings before heading back out into the room. Fili and Kili were talking with their uncle still, in one corner of the room while Dwalin stood by the door. You walked over to Dwalin and leaned on the wall next to him. "This is our fault, I'm so sorry." The dwarf muttered next to you.
You look at him a little surprised. "No it wasn't your fault at all. I should have lead you through the forest better and I should have…. I should have done.… done something different." You babbled as your voice cracked and your eyes got teary. You sit down on the side of the bed, head in your hands and your hair clenched in your fists as you try to hold back sobs. The bed dips on either side of you. Glancing to your sides you see Kili and Thorin and you feel Kili sit behind and hug you. While Kili holds your hand Thorin gently rubs in small circles behind your ear in your hair. And Dwalin kneels in front of you and holds your other hand up to his lips. "Icarus, our treasure, none of what happened to you is your fault. Don't blame yourself. Shhhhh…... it's okay we are here." He coons to you as your sobs calm down. Once you calmed down enough you sit up and say "I think I'm okay now, thank you."
You had chosen to stay with Thorin for the night. Kissing the cheek of the others you sent them off to their rooms. Thorin had gone to bathe and that left you alone in the room. You pulled out the little notebook and checked it over. It was dry and the writing was not damaged thankfully. You take off your shirt and unfold your wings. Carefully you give yourself a good fluffing and some of your feathers shed off. Picking up the few fallen feathers you select he largest one and tosses the others out the window. Sitting down at the desk with your notebook you start to write. You write a few song lyrics and what had happened just now with your Ones. You were so absorbed in your writing you didn't notice Thorin next to you until he spoke. "So it seems German has its own writing as well." He had been looking over your shoulder as you wrote. Thankfully you were writing another song at the moment. "Yeah, I like to write and speak it still so I don't forget it. Plus, no one else knows the language so everything I write can't be translated."
You reply with a smile. Setting down your feather quill and closing your book you stand and hug Thorin tightly. You feel his arms start to wrap around you hesitantly, not sure how to touch your wings that were in the way. You chuckle and release him from your hug. "I don't mind of you touch them you know. It's not going to hurt me." You explain. Warping one of your wings across your front, you take his hand and gently guide it down the feathers. The feeling made you shiver a little. "There see, not hurting at all. As long as you pet in the direction of the feathers. You try." You knelt in front of him an extended your wings behind you a little watching to see what he would do.
He hesitantly put a hand on your shoulder and ran it down your back feathers until he reached the wing. This was a new feeling for you, allowing someone to explore your wings and touch them. The king's fingers traced the wing's base before running his hand up to the top of the wing bone. Then dragged them straight down the long flight feathers until his had fell to his side. Again he ran his hand from your back to the top of the wing bone but this time he continued down the length of the wing to the very end feather.
You looked up at him to see his sapphire eyes looking back at you questioningly. You node yes and he proceeds to do the same to the other wing. While he examines your wings you try your hardest to stay quiet. With each movement over the feathers you felt yourself wanting to moan. When Thorin reached the end of your other wing you were purring loudly. He walks back over to you and pulls you up into a hug. His fingers start to make small circular motions around the base of your wings and it causes you to melt in his hands. Hugging him close to you, you bury your face in his shoulder and moan deeply "Thorin…" you say breathlessly "That…. feels wonderful."
"They are so soft and sensitive, I can see." He chuckles as he stops rubbing my wings. Pulling you closer to him he raises your chin and pressed his forehead to yours. You feel blood rush to your cheeks from the closeness. You knew this gestor of forehead touching was very important and symbolized the bond between people in dwarven culture. You smiled and breathed in his clean dwarf smell. Your wings wrap around the two of you and you whisper "We should get some sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow."