The Hobbit: In which Harry is the true heart of Erebor. Harry/Thorin

Thorin was having dinner with Balin, Dwalin and Harry, having asked his father if he could take a night off from court. And once the dinner was done and Balin and Dwalin had gone back to their home(albeit after trying to get answers from the glowing dwarf, unsuccessfully), Thorin turned to look at Harry. And when he looked closer at the other dwarf, he could see the glowing was not as bright as it used to be.

"Is your real name Harry?" Thorin asked, having wanted to ask that question for a while. "Or is that from your... past life?"

"Yes, it is my name. It is the name that I went by and is the name that I will continue to go by now. And yes, you can call me that."

Thorin glanced at the door then back at Harry. "Why did my friends not ask about your..."

Thorin gestured to Harry, clearly meaning the glowing but not knowing what to call it officially.

"You just gestured to all of me," Harry replied with an easy grin. "But yes, I know what you mean. I can turn it off and on, only show it to people when I want it to."

"Ah." Thorin gave a considering noise. "Then why me?"

Harry stared at him for a long minute with a keen gaze which made Thorin start to squirm in place. "There's something about you. Something that worries me."

"Worries you?"

"Yes, and it's not just my vague... Well, let's just say I think something bad is coming."

"Something bad?" Thorin knew he was repeating Harry's words but it seemed like this strange dwarf, the actual Heart of the Mountain, cared about him. Enough to say that something was coming. Something bad apparently.

"Yes." Harry turned to look in the direction of the throne room, as if he could see through walls and stone. "Your grandfather is still gathering gold for his little hoard, isn't he."

Thorin swallowed but nodded. Though his grandfather's hoard could hardly be considered little but since Harry was the mountain then it was probably small to him.

"My father has tried to get him out of the city for a while," Thorin replied quietly, frowning. He turned his head to look at the ground, suddenly finding it that much more interesting. "But, he won't go and since he is the king, my grandfather will not be forced to do anything."

Harry sighed and stood up and walked the two or three paces over to stand in front of Thorin, who had pushed his chair back and stood. Thorin saw Harry start to reach out a hand hesitantly then the other dwarf steadied himself and grasped Thorin's bearded chin in his hand.

Harry tilted Thorin's face up to look at him. "It's not the end of the world. I'll do what I can to nudge the king outside. I think that should help, at least a little."

Thorin leaned into Harry's touch, allowing himself to breath for a moment. He could feel warmth leaking through Harry's palm and a little energy leak through into his body. Thorin sighed in relief; it had been a busy few months.

"Thank you," Thorin murmured. When Harry removed his hand, Thorin let out a tiny noise of need and leant forward to follow him.

He glanced up when he heard Harry chuckle then bring his hand back to curve around Thorin's neck and pull him into a kiss. Thorin groaned at the wet heat of the kiss and heard Harry moan at the same time. It was a couple of minutes before they pulled apart, having to breath.

Thorin leaned his forehead on Harry's, breathing hard.

Harry gazed into his eyes. "Are you sure you want this?"

It didn't take long for Thorin to come to a decision. "Yes, I am sure."

"Good," Harry murmured, wrapping an arm around Thorin and he saw black for a second then they both appeared in Thorin's bedroom. Thorin was too aroused to care about the manner of travel that Harry had used. His body was all warm and he immediately started to take off his tunic. The sweat from his training was already staining his body and now he felt new warmth, in his chest and elsewhere.

He saw Harry just standing there in front of him, watching him with a heated gaze. But when Thorin growled impatiently, Harry grinned and came up to help. Once done with disrobing, he startled when Harry backed him up until he hit the foot of his bed. Thorin went with Harry's gentle pushing until he fell onto the bed and glanced up at Harry.

"You are still clothed."

"I should rectify that, shouldn't I?" Harry teasingly replied, though his eyes had dilated and he was breathing heavily too.

"Yes."

"Okay." Harry grinned and with a flick of his wrist, his clothes were gone, leaving Thorin to look all he liked. The other dwarf was very well built, like all dwarves were. As soon as all of Harry's clothes were removed, he crawled over to the bed and slid to lie on top of Thorin. Thorin reached up pull Harry into a kiss as Harry moved to slot a leg between Thorin's.

As the two of them started to move against each other, Harry felt a stirring inside him. No, not the usual one; this stirring was rooted in his center, where he could feel every dwarrow inside the mountain and the mountain itself. It felt like...

It didn't take long for the two dwarves to come to their climaxes, both breathing hard and sweaty. But both satisfied. Harry inched his way up to look at Thorin, who blinked then frowned, feeling energy rush into him. Scenes flew through his mind, scenes of someone else's life.

"Thorin, do you feel anything... different?" Harry tentatively asked. He would have warned Thorin except this had never happened before. He had never... bonded, he supposed was the right word, with another dwarf before. Though, it wasn't like he had ever had sex with another dwarrow before. Thorin had been the first.

Thorin blinked his eyes open then looked at him. "I don't-

"What is this?" Thorin asked, an overwhelmed expression on his face. His shoulders drooped and started to shake. "It feels like..."

Harry groaned; he should have known to ask Aüle everything when the Valar had given him his instructions. Even if it had been embarrassing. He watched as Thorin brought up a hand to touch his temple. But he had to guess this was more akin to his previous life's way of bonding.

"Thorin," Harry murmured, reaching out a hand to cover Thorin's. "Look at me."

Harry kept his hand on Thorin's and slid it under his to rub soothing circles. But the dwarf did look at him wearily and with lines of pain.

"This is the way I bond," Harry whispered, keeping his voice low and steady. He used some of his not so little energy to push some magic into Thorin, easing his pain from the presumably many images running through his mind. "And if you don't want to bond with me, then I will find some way to retract it."

"Bond?" Thorin weakly asked, closing his eyes in pain. Harry added some more healing magic into the dwarf and tweaked the speed of the images that Thorin was seeing so that they would flow in when Thorin was ready. He was gratified to see Thorin sigh in relief and melt into Harry's chest. Harry brought up an arm to bring him in closer and stroke Thorin's back in reassurance.

Harry himself was getting some of Thorin's memories but he was holding all of them back, wanting either Thorin's approval or the other kind of response. But he wasn't about to be more in tune with Thorin until he said otherwise.

"Yes, and I am sorry. I didn't know," Harry whispered, aware that if this specific dwarf wanted him out then he would go without a fuss. "It's much like... hmm, it's like the stages of dwarven courtship. We'll eventually be able to sense what each other is thinking and basically know where each other is. And you will be able to sense how the mountain is doing, though obviously not as much as me."

"Apparently, Aüle has a weird sense of humor," he muttered after a beat.

Thorin turned up to look at him after that. Harry kept contact with his prince for a couple of minutes, letting him search for whatever he was looking for.

"I want this," Thorin murmured, yawning.

Harry blinked then hesitantly smiled. "Okay."