It was the end of the first day that Dwala had spent without Ila since she was a child. She had hardly known what to do with herself, she had never had so much free time or time to do as she pleased. While she had tried to convince herself that would be a good thing and that she would enjoy a bit of freedom, she found that she was lonelier than she had ever been.

Dwala had spent most of the day preparing Ila's things to be moved to Thorin's chambers. Their chambers, she reminded herself. She wondered if it had been Thorin's idea to confine them to those rooms, if Ila was being held in their against her will in his attempt to ensure they emerged from their honeymoon with an heir sired. Dwala hoped that Ila was not being mistreated. She only wished she could see her, speak to her for just a moment to make sure she was alright. She had expected to see her that morning after the wedding night. But when she had gone to Thorin's chambers, she was told by his servant that her services would not be needed until after the honeymoon was over.

Dwala had sulked away, feeling at a loss. At least she had Sam to keep her company, who did not understand at all where his master had gone. The two of them made for a lonely pair. Dwala even allowed him to sleep with her that night, as he would not stop whining or searching about for Ila. And it was nice to have someone keep her company too.

Having worked most of the day and not eaten lunch as she was still too sad to have an appetite, Dwala went downstairs finally for some supper. She made a note to grab something tasty for Sam, seeing how he needed cheering up too. Dwala entered the great hall, seeing the king's nephews dining with Dwalin. She made a point not to make eye contact with them and sat to eat by herself, which she would do quickly.

Dwala was half way through eating when she saw a shadow looming over her.

"Dining alone, I see." Came the deep voice.

Dwala of course knew who it was. Turning and looking up, she saw Dwalin standing behind her. She forced a smile and nodded.

"My lady and her lord are taking their honeymoon entirely in their chambers, and it seems my services are…..not needed at the moment."

She didn't even know why she was explaining herself to him. He made her feel so…frazzled. She could think of no other way to describe it.

Dwalin grunted that he understood what she meant and sat down opposite her. Dwala felt her face grow hot. Why was he sitting with her?!

"So, what are you doing to fill your time then?" he asked.

What did he mean by that?

"Well, I…..I am gathering my lady's things to be moved…..I expect that will take a while—"

"You should find some ways to entertain yourself in the meantime, until you are needed again." He cut in.

Dwala looked at him with a giant question mark on her face, wondering what that could possibly mean.

He realized that, and decided to explain.

"The king's nephews are nearly your age are they not? Either of them would make an excellent companion for you."

Dwala would have choked if she'd had anything to choke on. That is not at all where she thought the conversation was going. Everything that had happened between them, his pulling her seat out for her, his staring at her, was he just being nice? He didn't seem the sort just to be nice…..

"I…I am sure I don't know what you mean." Dwala said, thoroughly flustered now.

"Yes you do," Dwalin said. "If I weren't so old, I would petition the king for your hand myself. But you deserve someone closer in age and temperament than me." He said and Dwala could have been knocked over with a feather. So, she had not been entirely wrong after all.

She was blushing furiously and had no appetite to finish her supper. She also had no idea how to respond to that.

"You are too rare a jewel to spend your life completely in the shadow of your mistress, lass. You should know that."

And with that Dwalin rose from the table to leave the hall. Dwala sat staring at her food, trying to process what had just happened. That someone had noticed her, truly noticed her, and thought so highly of her was a great surprise indeed. She had always been in Ila's shadow, but Ila was a queen and a wife now, and forever off the market so to speak. Dwala had never really considered a life where Ila didn't need her, where she could have her own life. She had not wanted her own life, but what if Dwalin was right? What if she could have a companion of her own? She had certainly never imagined that anyone would desire to be her companion, not really, but Dwalin had just proven her wrong there.

She looked to the table where Fili and Kili still sat, catching Fili's eye on accident. He smiled genuinely at her and she smiled back before quickly turning back to her food.

She blushed and smiled to herself. Perhaps Dwalin was right.

Upstairs in what was now to be properly referred to as the king and queen's chambers, the newly married couple were basking in the afterglow of yet another mind blowing and earth shattering coupling.

The two had never properly dressed for the day, but had gone about with no more than their robes on, when they wore anything at all. Presently, Ila was lying on her back on a blanket in front of the fire. Thorin was lying with his head on her chest, his dark hair spreading all over her pale skin. His eyes were closed, as he was recovering from their most recent bout of lovemaking and enjoying the massage his wife was giving his scalp.

Ila was looking at the ceiling with heavily lidded eyes, thinking of how different everything was now. How everything had changed so quickly. In her wildest dreams and highest expectations she'd dared to allow herself to have about this arranged marriage, this had exceeded everything.

Thorin searched and found Ila's free hand to lace his fingers with hers. He shifted a little and brought his head lower to rest below her ample breasts.

"What are you doing?" Ila asked sweetly.

Thorin didn't open his eyes. "Listening."

"Listening? For what?" she asked, confused.

"For a baby, in case we've made one already."

Ila laughed loudly and held his head to her.

"My love! You could not hear it just yet!" she exclaimed.

Thorin smiled and chuckled a little himself. Ila reached down and stroked his beard.

"You are right my love." He said and raised up to gaze into her eyes.

"And I will not cease my continuous efforts to make one until I see you swelling and know it for a certainty." He said as he kissed the tip of a breast.

She pulled at him to bring him up and next to her. He laid on his side and pulled her into his embrace.

"If we continue at this pace you are going to tire of me rather quickly." She said.

He silenced her with a hard kiss.

"Impossible." He murmured.

"Will you still love me?" Il asked.

"Hmmm?" Thorin murmured, in the middle of giving her another kiss.

"When I am big and fat with your babies?" she asked.

Thorin scoffed. "You will not be fat, you will just have a fat baby dwarf in your belly." He said as he rubbed her flat stomach.

"Soon I hope." She added.

"Soon I'm sure, at this rate." Thorin replied and swiftly moved over her and began to nip at her neck.

Ila pushed at him with all her might. Thorin stopped for a moment to look at her.

"What is the matter my love?" he asked, concerned.

Ila looked rather shy for a moment, something she had thrown off since last night.

"I was wondering if….if I might…."

"Yes?"

"If I might be on top this time?"

She asked that so innocently, Thorin almost didn't believe that meant what she'd just said. He smiled like a little dwarf having just been asked if he wanted his dessert before his supper.

"Well of course my love, you do not need to ask." He said and laid on his back. Ila smiled shyly and timidly climbed on top of him, steadying herself with her palms on his hard, flat chest. She counted it a good thing that she was rather flexible, since she had to stretch her legs wide over his thick waist. She settled over him and wrapped her hand around his thick, throbbing member.

Thorin groaned in response, but remembered himself enough to warn her.

"Careful, my love. This new position may be painful at first." He said and hoped that didn't deter her.

It didn't, but Ila made sure to easily sit down on him. He parted her slowly as she descended onto him. As he filled her to the hilt, Ila felt what he had meant. She closed her eyes, being stretched a new by this position and the deep penetration it provided.

Ila exhaled and took her time to settle comfortably on Thorin's lap. Thorin was trying to be patient and let her get her bearings, but his hands were tightly gripping her hips in anticipation. Ila leaned down to grasp his shoulders and begin to move slowly, feeling out this new method. Though Thorin was having trouble remaining patient, he did very much appreciate the view this position gave him. Ila was on display on top of him, and his hands were free to touch and grab as he pleased. He had been doing almost all of the work up until this point, which was fine with him really. He was the teacher after all, and some things, like teaching her to use her mouth on him, could come later. But, if Ila wanted to take the lead and ride him, he was not going to stop her.

Ila was rocking back and forth on his hips, but slowly and a little unsure of herself and it was absolutely maddening. He grunted and squirmed a little underneath her and Ila wondered that she was doing something wrong.

"Thorin," she asked tentatively. "Am I doing it right?" she looked sheepish as she stared down at him.

"Yes, my darling" he huffed. "But you tease me with your pace." He said and Ila smiled a little smile at him.

"I do not, but this position is like being impaled on your great sword my love," she observed.

"Ha!" Thorin laughed at the comparison and rubbed her sides, taking a break from gripping her hips.

Ila tried to increase her pace, raising up to now sit on his hips. Her breasts bounced up and down rapidly and her nipples tightened in the cool night air. Thorin loved this new position.

Ila had built their pace and was leaning back to support herself by gripping his powerful thighs. Thorin inserted a finger into her folds to press firmly on her clit, which ruined Ila's pace and concentration.

She moaned loudly and tilted her head back to pant and moan at the ceiling. Her pace was erratic now but Thorin wouldn't stop. He loved seeing her come undone, his once innocent and blushing bride now riding him and moaning like a wanton.

"I….can't…..con…cen…trate…..when….you…..do…..that— " she managed to pant at him.

Thorin grinned wickedly up at her. "Shall I take over then?" he asked and was ready to roll her over and finish them. Ila saw the thought turning in his mind and wouldn't have it.

"No," she said and quickly swung her leg over him and rose from her position.

Thorin gasped at the loss of her and was confused as he looked up at her questioningly.

Ila smirked down at him and quickly turned to sit back down on his lap, but this time facing away from him. Inserting him into her again, this time much easier due to her wetness.

Ila hummed as he filled her again and as she began to rock back and forth on him, decided she liked this position much better.

Thorin, having been thoroughly surprised, decided that he liked this position very much too. First, he could not help but be completely in love with his wife's new found spunk and fire. Secondly, his current view of her perfectly round bum steadily colliding with his hips, her long, dark waves falling down her back and shining in the firelight was enough to finish him there. She must have felt his eyes on her because she looked over her shoulder at him then. Her lips drew into a happy and self-satisfied smile and she purposely rode him harder, slamming herself onto and off of him.

Thorin groaned and moaned himself now and Ila turned back around. He heard her giggling as she did. I'll get her, he thought. As soon as he recovered that is.

Ila was moaning like a whore now, loving this new position and the control she had. She felt Thorin's hands grabbing her waist from behind and urging her on. Ila was getting close, but then suddenly she felt Thorin explode inside of her.

Perhaps she had taken too long with him. She gently rose off him. She had been so close and now—"

Ila yelped as Thorin grabbed her by the waist and pressed her onto her back on the blanket.

Two thick digits were suddenly pumping in and out of her and another rubbed circles into her clit. Ila moaned and nearly cried from the stimulation, humping his hand as it fucked her. Thorin leaned over to seize a nipple in his mouth and Ila felt herself swiftly coming to the edge of her orgasm, ready to fall over it and into that precipice of pleasure once more.

Ila panted and moaned louder and louder until she cried out his name in her completion. That was a first; and Thorin smiled as he ceased his fervent ministrations. He lay down next to her, kissing her shoulder and rubbing her belly while she recovered.

"I'm sorry I couldn't finish you properly darling," he crooned. "But the sight of you like that did something to me. I couldn't have hoped to last with a visual like that." He said kissing her temple.

Ila gave him a tired smile. "Well darling, I did take my time with you. But I am still learning." She said turning to kiss him firmly but chastely on the lips.

"You are quickly becoming a prodigy." Thorin replied and Ila caressed his face. She loved to play with his beard and hair.

"Is that enough for one day my love? Have I thoroughly exhausted you?" he asked.

"Hmmmmm…well I don't know. I'll advise you better once I've had dinner and regained a bit of strength." Ila answered.

"I'll call for supper then. Why don't you get dressed while I do that?" he said getting up.

"Why do I need to get dressed to have supper?" Ila asked.

Thorin grinned at her. "Well, I don't suppose you do my love. But I must warn you, I may be overcome by temptation before you are finished eating."

Ila giggled at him and brought the blanket around her to shield her body from his eyes.

He gave her a disapproving look but turned back to his task of calling for supper. Ila watched him walk away naked and sighed at the masterpiece that was his body. How had she been so lucky?

She laid back down, making herself comfortable while she waited. She wondered for a moment if she was pregnant yet. What would their baby look like? Obviously it would have dark hair, but she hoped it would have his beautiful blue eyes. She smiled trying to imagine what their baby would look like, what a tiny miniature Thorin would look like. She hoped she gave him a boy first. Surely she would, only 1 in 3 dwarf births were girls. But still, that was a 33% chance their first born would be a girl. Ila then tried to imagine what their little girl would look like, and found that she couldn't believe that she could be disappointed with any baby they had.

"Are you at least going to get up for supper?" Thorin's voice came.

"Why can't we eat here in front of the fire? It's rather cozy here don't you think?"

Thorin shook his head. "I made you a queen and you want to eat on the floor." he said but he was smiling.

She pouted at him and he leaned down to stroke her face. "Stop that, I was only jesting. We can dine however you wish." He said, and so they did, on the floor by the fire. As she had done the night before, Thorin decided to hand feed his wife. She held the blanket to her body and her glass of wine in the other hand while she let her husband feed her.

She giggled in between bites and basked in his attention, wishing this could be the rest of their lives. She knew that this would only last a few days, and then the demands of ruling would take him from her. She was no fool, she'd seen how little her parents got to be with each other at times. She tried to put that from her mind now though, and enjoy him while she had his full and undivided attention.

Once Ila began to be satisfied, she put down her wine and grabbed a grape to bring to Thorin's lips.

"You must eat something too darling." She said, intent on returning the favor. Thorin wouldn't have it though.

"You fed me last night dearest. I would prefer you to recline so that I might simply gaze on your perfection while I dine." He said huskily and Ila felt herself grow warm at his words. She leaned in for a kiss which he gave, then pushed her back to relax on the pillows they had strewn on the floor. She did so and allowed Thorin to pull the blanket back so that he might look on her as he said. Ila closed her eyes to relax while her supper settled. She was quickly startled however by Thorin dumping a plate of food over her naked body.

"Thorin!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?!"

He wore a casual expression as he answered, taking a slice of cheese from her lower belly to eat.

"By eating off of you I have greater occasion to look upon you. You didn't say I couldn't eat off of you," he replied simply.

"You didn't ask!" Ila replied. "I will need a bath when you are done," she pointed out.

"Easily enough arranged." Thorin replied just as casually.

Ila really didn't mind, he had only surprised her. She obediently rested her arms over her head and let him do as he pleased. It was actually an incredibly sensual experience, and it was helping Ila to finally get over her shyness of being bare for her husband. They were becoming intimately aware of the every curve and plane of each other's bodies. Thorin was soon to have kissed every inch of her before long. And she was getting past her bashfulness enough to touch him more and more.

Ila stared lovingly at her husband while he ate, which he did leisurely and taking time to caress her curves here and there. He caught her stare and smirked at her.

"Decided you like this arrangement?" he asked her.

"I must obey my husband, I am only doing as you instructed." Ila said.

He had a most mischievous grin as he took the last bit of food from her. He then took his wine glass and began to pour little drops of it here and there. Ila squirmed and giggled, protesting but with no fervor. He wetted her buds and then sucked them clean, then filled her navel to lap it up, his tongue darting around and tickling her.

Ila squealed and swatted at him and he laughing himself now too.

"You are terrible!" she proclaimed and he climbed over her to force wet, sloppy kisses on her. Ila wrapped her legs around his waist and wove her hands in his magnificent mane to press him firmly to her. Neither of them spoke, but passionately coupled for what must have been the tenth time that day. They had lost count, and it didn't matter. They would never have this time together again, and they intended to make the very most of it.