Sorry guys, inspiration faltered, but I'm back again! So, I've changed the story a bit from my original, so it might be a little mix-up with names which i'm really sorry for, but i'm trying at least.

And I've tried to put Thorin as this Military-guy, but quite honestly I have no clue on how the military truly works other than the bangs and booms from clichè action-movies, so i'm definitivly writing something wrong. Just please read as if what i'm writing is correct. Hope you like it! It's a bit short, but I've got more - just gotta change it some since it can't be like the original :D

Chapter 3

Elsa sat down and looked at the man before her. "So, Thorin, it is?" She asked as a conversation-starter. He nodded before looking intently at her. "You know my name, but I do not know yours," he stated and looked expectantly at her.

"Elsa! I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself!" She said flustered and smiled. "What do you do, Elsa, besides falling on innocent Sikh-men?" He asked.

'And wanting to fuck you sideways right here and now, I don't know,' Elsa thought and smiled of her own stupidity. She made sure not to speak out loud this time – one time is embarrassing enough.

"I have actually just gone to a job interview, so I'm hoping for the best. The job is to be this like assistant for the director of the movie, and I really hope I get it," Elsa said excited.

"Oh, really? What director and for what movie is it?" He asked interested.

"It's Fukanaga, and the movie, or hopefully I will get to be his assistant for more movies, but this one is a new version of Wuthering Heights," she answered. "But what do you do?" She asked.

"Besides saving women who might have hurt themselves because of their friends clumsiness?" Elsa asked while hearing an imaginary Ellisiv in the back of her mind; "Eyy! That was NOT my fault! Besides, look at where it got you? You have to let me push you more often." Elsa smiled by herself and looked up meeting his intense eyes again.

"Are you listening to me?" His soft, dark base asked.

"Huh? Well, of course! I just… No, sorry, I was just thinking about something, but you have my full attention now," Elsa said embarrassed and felt her cheeks flush with colour. But he didn't continue. He just sat there and looked at her intensely with those ocean-eyes.

"What is it?" Elsa quaked, feeling uncomfortable under his intense stare.

"Nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing," he said calmly and smiled that pants-drop-down-half-smile and Elsa was in heaven.

"What you working with? Since I didn't quite hear you last time," Elsa said charmingly.

"I'm a sergeant," he said. "Oh? Really? Well, I mean, judging by those muscles of yours i'm not in doubt, " Lara mumbled dumbfounded and looked embarrassed up in his eyes again.

She cleared her throat. "Ehm, sorry. Continue," she said with a lovely smile. "When did you start? Why do you want to be one?"

"Well, my father and grand-father taught me to fight from a young age, so I went into military immediately after school. There, I earned and fought my way up, and now I'm a sergeant," he said smiling.

God, how lovely she is, he thought for himself. She had these deep, light-blue eyes with so much hidden behind them – he couldn't help it. He was captured by them and he couldn't leave them alone. They were dragging him in to the person inside. Long had he looked for the woman with ice-eyes that the prophecy informed him about.

"Oh, I feel so stupid now, but is Sergeant the highest? I thought Corporal was higher?" Lara said, still quite stunned with this lean, gorgeous man sitting free-willingly in front of her. Normally this was the time she would go to the toilet, google 'Military Ranks' and then enter the conversation again with all the necessary facts, but she didn't want to leave him in fear of him not being there when she came back.

"Sergeant is higher than Corporal," He answered politely. "Many are mistaking the rankings, so you're no different."

"I'm sorry, usually I would've known this from before or googled it, but I've never been with so many military-persons in my life," she said shyly before stroking unconciously herself up her arm. This movement his trained eyes did not miss. Her magic was irritating her muscles. He wondered what she thought it was - the energy surpassing through her every blood, her every cell. Did she think she had some kind of disease?

She didn't look like she realized he had seen the movement. "Well, actually yes, Elsa's father, but he is a bit like Ellisiv, so it's hard to keep a serious conversation with him about the military rankings," she said laughing while imagening Ellisiv and her father beside each other. They were really like father like daughter. They were inseperable - both as crazy as the other.

"Oh, you can't have a serious conversation with her? Ellisiv, was it?" He asked wondering.

"Well, I can, but Ellisiv is a very happy person so she likes to bring all the happinnes in my mind forward instead of some crappy sadness which is constantly there," Elsa answered truthfully.

"Crappy sadness?" He said interested and leaned forward. Deep personalities and sadness were often bound with her kind of magic, so everything started to make sense.

"Yeah, but that is not something we should talk about now," she said laughing nervously before stroking her arm once more.

"It's totally normal to be the way you feel. Perhaps Ellisiv is your bestfriend because you need some sunshine in all the depth and rain?" He said and noticed how her lips twitched.

"I guess," she answered before looking at his dark, wavy hair. "You're good at analyzing, is that something you do in the military?" She asked interested.

"Well, yes. It is what has kept me going up the ranks all this time. I can always be prepared for what I should or should not do after i've analyzed someone," he said and shrugged his muscluar shoulders which she could see from under the black sweater.

Damn. She could only imagine how he looked like in the shower... The shower? Wh-what-why on earth are you thinking about this stranger in a shower, Elsa? Get off your high-horse. You can not just run around objectifying strangers like that! Even if they have shoulder muscles like crazy.

"Well, what'd you like? Since we're at a café, we should at least order something," he said and got the menu.

Elsa peeked through it, and felt that a cup of tea would fit this occasion. "I think I'll take a cup of tea, no sugar," she said and smiled at him.

"I'll take a cup of coffee, 'cause I'm really tired, so I'm sorry if I fall asleep at the table," he said and stood up.

"Oh, God, if you're tired you don't have to be here with me! I'm quite alright, I don't want to be the reason for you..."

"Oh, don't worry, it's actually quite interesting talking to you. If you'll just wait a minute, I'll go and order," he said and was about to go, before he turned and looked at her. "In the meantime; you won't fall on some Sikh-men, right?" He said and smiled before leaving. "Smugass," she commented and rolled her eyes.

He came back and gave her the cup. "Thank you," she said kindly before remembering what he said before. "Why are you tired? It's a Friday, the clock is 3 - it's not normal to be tired at this time."

"Oh, well, I've been watching some recruits for about 10 hours these last days, so I'm a bit exhausted, but there's no need to worry," he said and took a sip of his coffee.

"Sugar!" He cursed and put the coffee down on the table again while waving like an idiot for about 2 seconds.

Elsa would never forget that. That must be one of the most hilarious things she had ever seen. She laughed her ass off until tears started rolling from her eyes. He looked angry at her – or, he was trying to give her this angrylook-thingy, but he gave up and laughed too. "Not sexy, I can see that," he said and pulled a hand through his dark locks.

"I'm sorry, I just… Never imagined you, this burly Sergeant, burning his tongue on a simple coffee. You faced the military, and a coffee makes you shit yourself. Just shocked me a bit… Positively. Shows me you're a real human," Elsa said and laughed.

He smiled and was about to say something when his phone rang. "Sorry," he said and answered. "Yes? Mhm? Alright… See you."

He looked sorryful up into this beautiful girl's eyes. "I'm really sorry, Elsa, but I have to go," he said and lay his hand upon hers that was already there on the table. "But if you want to, I'm going to this reunion-dinner tonight with some friends, and if you want to, you can come with me? As… my date?" He said and smiled charmingly.

The cafeteria was buzzing with people, but Elsa could just repeat what this hot man in front of her just said. And his big, warm hand laying on hers.

"Umm, yes. I mean, YES! Of course! I… What time?" She said, still quite stunned.

"I can pick you up at 8. Where do you live?" He said and began stroking his thumb over her hand – unconsciously.

"The Bankside, Guildford Street, House 8," she quarked out. "Great," he said with that dark voice of his. "I'll see you then, beautiful," he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. "Tonight," he said with a hoarse voice before he left her sitting there – stunned. Shocked. Turned on. Just wait till Ellisiv heard this. She was going to have an outrage.