"So, you and Kili recommend the Blue Wyvern, do you?" Sigrid emerged from the bathroom and walked around the bed, taking off her jewellery and placing it on her bedside table. Fili was sitting on a chair by the table across the room, taking off his boots. He looked up and laughed.
"I knew you'd bring that up. Am I in trouble? For things that happened before you were even born?"
Sigrid grinned and moved to the back of his chair. "No, of course not. I'm teasing. You can only get in trouble for things that happen from now on." She leaned over his shoulders and slid her hands down his chest. "But according to Tilda, it's a lucky thing that you wanted to marry me, so maybe I'd better not push my luck."
He reached up to caress her arms. "Do you think she has any idea what she said?"
"No. And I'm not going to tell her."
Fili took hold of Sigrid's hands and drew her around the chair to sit on his lap.
"You put up with so much tonight, love, and you were kindness itself. Vos, for example."
"Vos is sweet. She only wanted to make me feel welcome. But ugh," she shivered, "The Dress! Don't remind me."
"And Marni, and even Dain. I could see how angry you were, but you didn't let it get to you."
"Ah, the lovely Marni. I might not be so charitable next time. Do you think anyone would be upset if I threw a knife at her head? Although, not being an elf and all, I'd probably miss."
Fili laughed. "Mildrina got to meet her elf in the end. I saw her poking at Tauriel's ears. But she was most impressed that you had slain a dragon, love." He arched an eyebrow, his dimples irresistible. "Surely one little dwarf lass should be easy to manage after a dragon."
Sigrid sighed and rolled her eyes. "I guess Marni's mother probably loves her. I'll spare her from my dragon-killing fury… this time." She put her arms around his neck. "Now, if I remember rightly, you made me a promise that you were going to make it all up to me. Do I remember rightly?"
"You do." He nuzzled into her neck. "What do you fancy? A foot rub?"
"Mmm, tempting, but no." She leaned into his touch as his lips started to press butterfly kisses down her neck.
"Back rub?"
"Maybe later."
He slowly slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder as he kissed his way across her collarbone.
"A bath?" he murmured against her skin. "I could wash your hair."
"No, that's not going to cut it, I'm afraid."
He gently peeled back the neckline of her dress to expose her breast, and his hand moved up to cup it, his thumb brushing back and forth across her budded nipple.
"I'm all out of ideas. What do you suggest?"
He kissed his way down to her breast, and her breath caught as he curled his tongue around her nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
"I can't think. Ask me later," she breathed. She sank her hands into his hair either side of his head and pulled him back towards her mouth to claim his lips hungrily. He slid his hand under her thighs, lifted her in his arms, and carried her to the bed.
"Wait. I have an idea," she murmured as he laid her down gently, and he stopped, braced on hands and knees above her. She pushed him down onto his back.
Twenty minutes later, they fell apart, flushed and panting, their hair dishevelled, their clothing strewn about the room.
"Mother of Durin, Sigrid," Fili gasped, flat on his back with his arm across his forehead. "Where on earth did you learn that?"
Sigrid's reply, part laugh, part satisfied moan, came from somewhere near his knees.
"It's called Yavanna's Delight. I heard about it at Bride's Night."
"Bride's Night? Are you serious? How did that come up at Bride's Night? I thought it was all pyjamas and braiding tips."
She propped her head up on her hand to look at him. "Can't say any more. What happens on Bride's Night stays on Bride's Night. But I think it's a keeper, don't you?"