Beta Note: I know most of you probably don't even care to read ANs much less BNs, but this chapter warranted it. Since I'm sure most of you don't really know me or of me, I'll just say that I've worked as a beta for dozens of authors, have worked on over 50 multi-chapter stories, both OG and fanfiction, and throughout my career as a beta, I have never fucked up so badly as I did with Rose's chapter. How and why? Simple. I enjoyed the original version a lot and kept asking for more, influencing Rose with my wants and likes, and pushing her to write more. Am I completely to blame? No, she did the writing and went along and definitely enjoyed doing it. But it was OoC and very alien to the tone of the story, and for that I am utterly sorry, because nothing like that would've happened if not for me. The original plan wasn't even meant to have a descriptive sex scene at all, just a fade-to-black approach and I fucked it up. I'm sorry to you readers and I'm especially sorry to Rose. This was thoroughly edited by me and my wonderful friend Bip, who took her time to 'tame' this beast of a chapter. Thank you!

There was a bit of awkwardness between Thorin and Katniss after he placed her on what was bound to become their nuptial bed. The young lady hugged her knees tightly against her chest as she let go of him. Her behaviour led him to wonder whether he was pushing her to do something that she wasn't ready to do, just yet. The awkward silence between them was lasting a bit too long, and Thorin was about to light his pipe to help him clear his thoughts when Katniss stood up to have a better look of the room that had initially been assigned to him.

And it was enormous. The room was bigger than the one she had been given in Rivendell. There was a pompous air about it. That was clear from the small sculpted details on the canopy bed to the many sculptures around the room. However, at the same time, there was also a decadent feeling surrounding it, from the stains in the mirror to the scratches on the furniture and marks on the carpet.

Thorin was still sitting on the bed, as he was trying to give her some space, given the way she had just curled up away from his grasp, with a million thoughts going through his head.

"So… everybody knows we are here now… and what we…" she said with her back turned to him, as she walked towards the large windows that were lighting the room.

Thorin smiled from the bed. Even though he was unable to see her face, he could sense that her cheeks were probably flushed again.

"Aye. Of course they do. That's my people's way, Amrâlimê."

"Is it?" she asked, turning back, her eyes open wide in shock.

"Aye. Soon we will start hearing the music… the laughter... dancing… they will surely throw an enormous party to celebrate us. To celebrate you."

"To celebrate me?!"

"To celebrate our union. And their new Queen. It has been many years since they had a queen," he said, standing up to join her at the window.

However, as soon as he was approaching her, Katniss started to walk away from the windows to the unlit fireplace. On its mantle, there was a picture of Lake-town, but it looked much nicer than the shabby, torn up city she had just seen.

"This is how this place used to be when I used to live in Erebor…" Thorin said, staring at her, turning his back to the window.

"It's so different. It's like a completely different place..." she said, throwing a look at a table full of fruits, bread and cheese that had been beautifully arranged for her. She couldn't help but think about the miserable children begging for scraps she had met on her way to that house, and she felt like she was going to vomit.

"Thorin, this food… it could keep some of these families going for days!" she said, pointing at the food, disbelief stamped on her face.

"I know, Mizin. Welcome to the world of men," he hissed with a deep frown. "They will leave their own little bairns to starve if it gives them more gold or power."

"Thorin, you don't get it… I was one of them! I was one of these starving kids, begging for a piece of burnt bread! I can't… I can't just see… I can't allow this to happen under my nose and not do anything about it!" she said restlessly, as the situation was hitting too close from home.

Thorin approached her, and this time she allowed him to get closer.

"When we get Erebor back, you will have the means and the power to do something about it, if you so wish."

"Thorin, they are hungry now. Their hunger won't wait for this quest to be over!"

"And what do you suggest we do about it now?" he calmly asked "The only gold we have is buried under a dragon inside that mountain."

"We could share this food with them. With the people from Lake-town…" she said, looking from the window to the food that was on display. Thorin, however, shook his head.

"No, Katniss. Feel free to give away a fruit or a piece of bread when we leave the house if you really want, but don't do more than this."

"Why?" she asked after giving him a furious mortal glare.

"If you do that, it will likely make the city's Master look bad. They will see my gorgeous, beautiful Queen showing a generosity that has been long denied to them by the ones currently in power. You will make them look bad. And I promise you, they won't like that."

"I don't care what the powerful people of this town think!"

"Yes, you do!" she was about to protest but he began to speak, not giving her a chance to say her mind "You do care about what they think because we need their help!"

"I don't care if we need their help! There's likely some kid who is about to die from hunger as we're speaking!"

"The very food we are eating, the clothes we have been given," he said, pointing at the dresses that were on display, "are all been given to us by the powerful people in this town! Of course, they are only doing this because their greedy eyes are settled on our gold. And even though that very thought of giving them any of it repulses me deeply, we need their help. We need provisions for the journey. We need food, medicine, clothes, and more importantly, weapons to kill the dragon."

There was a small silence where Katniss snorted, crossed her arms, and frowned.

"I know, trust me, this situation does not please me either, Mizin. But trust me… there is no other way. Sometimes, we need to see the big picture."

"Which is…?"

"With Erebor under our control, we will get to make whatever demands we want from them. Including for them to treat their own people with more dignity."

Katniss looked away and gave a long sigh.

"Fine. I will play my part in this circus of horror. Just like another Hunger Game…" she said, feeling a bit worked up as she walked away from him again. This time, she paused in front of an ornamented bath tube filled with water. There was a selection of different soap bars, oils, a sponge and a cloth, all laid just next to it. She dunked her hand inside it.

"There is hot water in this bath…"

"I asked them to change the water for you. I thought you would probably like to have one after the journey you had..."

She bit her lips and looked from him to the bath.

"You don't have to if you don't want… but if you do… I can turn around to give you some privacy."

"Yes…" she said after a moment of wondering where she suddenly felt very self-conscious about her own state after running away from an elven kingdom and fighting against orcs. "That would be nice, actually. Do you mind?"

Thorin nodded and turned his back to her. Katniss remained motionless for a moment, before she decided to strip off the elven nightgown that she was still wearing. Even though Thorin could not see her, his hearing was working perfectly fine. Thus, he found himself painfully aware of when she began stripping off her clothes, and then entering the bath. One foot, and then the other, until she allowed a small sigh of pleasure to escape her lips once she was completely immersed in the water. The tension in the air was almost unbearable, and Thorin thanked whoever had the brilliant idea to leave a bottle of wine in the room, as he poured himself a generous serving.

Katniss was watching every single movement Thorin was making, as she scrubbed herself, making a cloud of white bubbles cover her body.

"You can turn around now..."

Thorin didn't need to be asked twice. His heart was beating fast when he saw her gorgeous petite figure lying in the bath, like the queen she was. She gave him a sly smile just before she bit the corner of her lip.

"Please, allow me to wash your hair, Mizin…"

"Sure..."

Thorin's heart was beating fast as he grabbed one of the dining chairs to place it next to the bath, so he could sit while he worked on her hair. Katniss was unable to restrain the sighs of pleasure that she uttered once his magical fingers began to massage her scalp and shoulders. He began to sing a song in Khuzdul and she saw herself getting a hold of his hand and moving it to her breast. He gave a low grunt of approval, as he gave her nipple a gentle squeeze, but he soon moved his hand to her hair, before he whispered in her ear.

"Wait."

"Thorin…" she moaned as he pulled her hair slightly harder.

"I'm not done with your hair yet."

The sensuality of the moment they were sharing was intoxicating. Thorin forced himself to carry on with his task, even though he had noticed that she was now touching herself, and that sight was making the pressure in his pants to increase. All he wanted to do was to remove her from the bath and throw her on the bed, but he was determined to go slowly, even though his body seemed to have a different opinion from his mind.

Once he had rinsed her hair with a jar filled with water, he began to brush his beard's stubble against her neck and shoulders, making her groan.

"Give me your hands."

She obediently did what he was asking. He kneeled on the side of the bath and kissed both her hands, paying special attention to her new scar she had acquired from the snake bite. She gave him a questioning look as he placed both of her hands, each one on a different side of the bath.

"Leave your hands there."

"Why?"

"Because I'm asking you to."

She gave him a frown, but she did as he had requested. Almost immediately, he got hold of the sponge and carefully began to wash her body, making her gasp. He moved from her hands to her arms… from her shoulders to her breasts… from her breasts to her belly. All she could do was to increase her grasp on the bath and to allow sighs of pleasure to escape her lips. Thorin was getting more excited by the second, as his fingers brushed by various different spots of her body for the very first time. When he was about to reach the apex of her thighs, he decided to stop and move to her feet instead, which made Katniss whine. He knew that he was driving her insane and he was enjoying every second of it.

So he started again, massaging her feet and working his way up with one leg. When he reached her inner thighs, he began to brush his knuckles against her core, making her moan again. She moved her hips to give him easier access, and he grunted in approval and experimented on doing circular movements with his fingers, which had the exact intended reaction, if the faces and sounds she was making were anything to judge it by. He gave a smug smile as he suddenly stopped without a warning.

"THORIN!" Katniss shouted in protest.

"Quiet, Mizin... you don't want the others to hear you, do you?" Thorin said with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

She grunted as answer and began to move one of her hands to carry on what he had decided to stop. Thorin, who was already about to start to work on her other feet, stood up and grabbed her hand and placed it back on the top of the bath again.

"If you want to do it yourself, I will stop."

"This is not fair. You are torturing me!"

"And you are enjoying it." He gave her a smirk that made her flush. "Now, don't remove your hands from there, or I will stop."

Katniss bit her lip again, but she did just as he said. Thorin smirked. So he went back to the task of giving some attention to her other leg. This time, he went slower than he had done the first time, as he was enjoying teasing her way too much. Thus, without haste, he worked his way up to her legs. From her heel to her calf; from her knee to her thigh. He could sense her already opening her legs in anticipation of his touch. So he went back to her knee just to tease her a little bit more.

"Thorin…" she said, as if she was giving him a warning.

He smirked, removed his hands from her legs and stood up again to kneel somewhere near her face. She was about to open her mouth to complain again when he dunked his hand in the water and went straight to the spot where she needed him the most, making her gasp.

"Thorin…"

This time, she said his name in the middle of a moan, which combined with the other noises of pleasure that kept escaping her lips, made him feel even more confident that he was playing her right. She was like another musical instrument that he was quickly learning how to play.

"Are you enjoying it, Mizin?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes…" she groaned as she tightened her grip on the bath edge. His stubble was scratching the soft skin of her face.

"You are gorgeous... Do you know that?"

All she did was close her eyes and give him another moan as an answer.

"Yes, that is it. My beautiful jewel. I want everybody in this house to hear their queen's reaction to my touch..."

His words made her groan even louder.

"That's it. Good girl. Let them all hear you. You are so wet for me, aren't you? So ready to be mine…"

It was then that she let go of the bath to grab his hair, pulling him closer. Even though he adored the eagerness of her actions, he immediately stopped touching her down below and said in a low voice.

"Hands down, Katniss."

She rolled her eyes, but she placed her hands on the bath nonetheless.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

"Yes…"

He grunted, stood up, and before she had any chance to realise what he was about to do, Thorin immediately snatched her out of the bath, holding her in front of him. Firstly, Katniss' eyes were filled with shock at being totally exposed in his presence. However, that feeling went away immediately as he smashed his lips against hers, reminding her why she was there in the first place. She then hugged his muscly torso with her long legs, and he adjusted his hold on her body to that new position. Before she knew it, he was dropping her still-wet body on the four-poster-bed and climbed on top of her like a lion about to savage his prey.

He held both of her arms above her head while firmly pressing his body against her completely naked body.

"There is no escaping from me now, Mizin…"

"And who said that I want to escape?"

He grunted in approval and made Katniss open up her legs with his bony knees, rubbing it against her swollen mound and making her gasp. Her heart was beating fast as he increased the friction. They carried on doing that, as they shared another hushed, glaring contest.

And that was all they did until Thorin decided it was time for him to do something that he had been dying to do for a long time. He kneeled and pulled her over before he bent down to have a closer look at her sex. He moved both her legs up, forcing her to spread her legs near his face. Besides being the first time he was looking at her this way, this was also the very first time he was seeing any female's private parts in other forms that were not in educational books. And he was pleased to see that it was not very different from the ones he had only read about.

"What are you doing!?" Katniss asked with a frown, as she haunched up on her elbows, feeling suddenly extremely self-conscious of having him looking at her like this.

Instead of giving her an answer with words, Thorin dived into her folds, eagerly licking her bundle of nerves. That made her immediately squirm with pleasure. Soon she was laying down again, spreading her legs further, and moving her hips to facilitate his work. She was blasting her screams of pleasure as he sucked, licked, and played with her nub. It did not take long until her entire body exploded in waves of pleasure, making her moan and shout his name louder than she had done so far. When she finally stopped squirming, he raised his head to have a better look at her collapsed body. At the same time, they both heard cheers coming from the rest of the company downstairs, which made Thorin suffocate a laugh and Katniss to throw him an inquisitive look.

"Don't pay them any mind,"

"Are they… why are they…"

"Shhh…" he said as he changed position and gave her a sly smile. "Would you like for me to do that again?"

"Yes…"

Thorin nodded and slowly he began to work her up over and over. However, now he had decided to take his time. Calmly, he began exploring the surrounding areas of her body. He licked her belly, thighs, stroked her bum, only gently brushing his fingers on her hot spot. And when he finally got there, he began by blowing her unhurriedly, softly. Despite all the teasing, when he finally began to gently work on her clit, it did not take long until she exploded in pleasure for a second time, raising not only the noise that was coming from her lips, but also the commotion from the party he knew was happening downstairs. Thorin went up the bed and layed down next to her, who seemed to still be recovering from the ecstasy of pleasures she had just endured.

"Which way did you prefer? First or second time?"

"Both."

She answered lazily. He grunted and looked at her thoughtfully. She remained there for a few moments, until she had recovered enough and decided that it was her turn to have some revenge from all the teasing he had made her endure so far. Thorin was still wearing trousers, and his bulge remained prominent despite the small break they just shared. So she climbed on top of him, sitting on his groin, similar to what she had already tested and proved successfully, at the study room downstairs.

His breathing increased. This time, she was the one who was in control, and somehow he found himself enjoying that new feeling. However, as she carried on grinding, fully-naked on top of him, wiggling her hips, and rubbing his still-covered shaft against her sodden slit, he felt his manhood throbbing in an almost unbearable way. So he used his strength to restrain Katniss and swap places with her, determined to take her without further ado. He then promptly pulled down his trousers, allowing her to finally see his manhood for the very first time. She gasped at the sight of it. It then occurred to him that it was likely to be her first time looking at someone of the opposite sex like that as well.

"Do you like it?"

She nodded despite flushing.

"It is thick and big," she said, sitting up to have a better look at his naked body.

He got hold of her hand, placed a kiss on its back and then guided it on his erected member, gently showing her the magical motion that he knew could relieve the growing pressure inside his kingly jewels. However, he instantly learnt that her fingers doing these moments had a much more powerful effect than when it was his own hand. He groaned in pleasure, and said something in his language that she failed to understand. She then smirked as she realised that she was making him as crazy as he had made her not long ago.

"Stop!" he urged, but she ignored his plea. "I want my first release inside you."

Instead of doing his bidding, Katniss bent down and took him in her mouth, just like he had done beforehand. Thorin gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt her warm tongue flickering around his helmet. Even though her action had been unexpected, it was certainly not unwelcomed. Relenting on where he wanted his first release, he started moving in and out her mouth as he grabbed her hair, making her adjust to the motion. Their pace increased, and even though his member was too big for Katniss to be able to take all of him inside her mouth, it did not take long for him to feel that he was about to explode inside her. He tried to pull out, as he wasn't sure if it was a good idea to relieve himself in her mouth, but Katniss prevented him from doing that, and before he knew it, he was groaning in pleasure as his body shook with his climax.

"I told you to stop," he said growling.

She answered him with a smirk.

"Oops…" she said looking at him in a playful way.

"You swallowed it?"

She nodded and he grunted.

"You never listen, do you? What am I going to do with you?" he said with pretended fury, throwing her on her back on their bed and climbing on top of her, forcing her to spread her legs to accommodate his muscly torso once more.

He bound her hands on top of her head, as he rubbed his member that remained completely erect on her nub, making her go crazy.

"Do you like that?" he said, increasing the rhythm.

"YES!"

Without stopping the motion, he brought his index finger to her entrance.

"So wet for me, so ready…"

And then he said something else in his language that she did not comprehend before he gently guided his manhood into her entrance with the help of his hand.

"Are you sure you want to do this? There will be no going back after this," Thorin asked as if it was a warning, looking her straight in the eyes.

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, she hugged his bum and torso with her long legs, pushing her hip forwards and forcing him to take her with one single thrust. She pulled on his long hair as she felt a twinge of pain that came along with that movement. He groaned in pleasure when he felt the tightness of her walls hugging his entire length inside her all at once. He gave her a soft kiss on her temple.

"You are my wife now."

She smiled back at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good. You?"

He nodded and gave a small grunt before slowly began doing the back and forward movements that his body was begging for him to do. Katniss whined and scratched his back as she tried to adjust to his girth.

"Tell me if you want to stop. I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't want to stop," she said, hugging his torso even harder with her legs. Even though that made her burning pain increase, he read her actions as an invitation for him to increase the pace.

"Oh, you feel so good," he said, closing his eyes. "So warm and tight…"

Katniss ran her hands through his hairy and well-defined chest, as she slowly began to relax. She bit her lower lip, realising she was beginning to enjoy the strong thrusts, the painful sensations lessening.

"I don't think I will last long…" he warned just after he whispered another phrase in his secret language, which seemed to turn her on even more. And soon, she moaned while her body tensed with waves of pleasure, making him roar with excitement and pride of making her moan that way. Before he could do anything to try to hold it in any longer, he pumped in an erratic rhythm, finishing into her hungry body. He rolled away from her with a sigh of pleasure, seeing her sprawled across their bed, thoroughly satisfied. All he wanted to do after taking in that beautiful sight was to feast on her and make her shudder and moan in pleasure again.

Unsure of how she would react if he tried to do it again so quickly, he decided to test the waters by massaging her clit with his thumb. She moaned and spreaded her legs again, giving him full view and access of her sex.

"I'm sorry, I didn't last long…" he said looking away. "You are too scrumptious for your own good, you know that?"

Katniss watched his majestic sculpted body as he crossed the room, making her heart-rate increase. Thorin stopped at the table that had some food arranged for them, and piled a selection of fruits on a plate. He brought these and a bottle of wine back for them to share.

"We should have listened to Balin. I should have waited and done this only after we reached the mountain. There is no way I will be satisfied with only one day of you…" he said, holding a slice of apple to her lips. She wrapped her lips around it and grinned at its sweetness before taking a drink from the bottle of wine. He watched her movements with heat in his eyes, licking his lips before taking the bottle from her and sipping as well. He stretched back over the bed to put it on the nightstand, his body on full display for her, and Katniss took advantage of this movement, straddling him.

"And how many days do you think we would need?" she said as she lazily grinded her hips on top of him, driving him insane.

"If you had read the contract, you would know…"

The mention of that made her freeze on the spot.

"Oh please, do you really want to talk about that contract now?"

"Annoyed, Mizin?" he asked as he held her waist and slid himself inside her for the second time that day, making her gasp. He slowly began to help her move her hips, aiding her on the motions that his body craved so desperately. Gradually, she took over the movements and soon she was riding him with ease. She sat up straight on top of him, his large hands cupping her small breasts as she went up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down; her wet hair, which was beginning to dry naturally, was going wide and all over her face. She bit her lower lip. His body was on fire and he could sense that he was getting ready to burst inside her warm, sodden slit.

But this time, he was determined to last a bit longer. He pulled out to switch positions with her, entering her again from behind. She wiggled in nervousness, but he pressed his hand to the side of her hips to still her. The sight of her naked back was a vision to behold.

"You are gorgeous," he said as he began to tenderly stroke her from her shoulders to her bum, as he tried to tame her as if she was a wild animal. He pressed his chest to her back and grasped each of her hands in his, pinning her to the bed.

Katniss felt her entire body shiver as he uttered these words near her ear, and she stopped trying to escape his grasp. He had her immobilized and all she could do was feel his thick, rock solid member rubbing against her hottest spot. Feeling helpless and at his mercy in that moment lit her body on fire with hunger. Knowing that she would never submit to another man in this way felt naughty but oh so right.

"Thorin!" she said blushing. He had set a slow rhythm, teasing her entrance before slowly thrusting. Her need for him was way bigger than any inhibition she might be feeling. "Don't stop… please... fuck me…"

He grunted in approval and picked up his pace, their bodies moving with force against each other.

"Say it louder."

"Please, fuck me!" She did as he asked, feeling an inexplicable thrill for following his bidding. He increased the pace. Her folds dripped in wanton lust.

"Say it louder. I want everyone in this house to hear their queen begging for me."

She froze on the spot after hearing that, her heart rate increased. The image of the entire company hearing her uttering these profane words came to her mind, leaving her hot with excitement. She could feel his stubble grazing her neck from behind, her sex soaking wet. She needed him to take her right at that second.

"Please!" she began shouting the loudest she could muster "Please, fuck me! I need you to go faster… oh" she moaned loudly as he thrusted hard, taking her mercilessly from behind. She lost herself entirely to pleasure, every nerve alight to his attentions.

They both heard the loud cheers coming from the company, who were still celebrating downstairs, and Thorin immediately knew that all his previous attempts to delay his peak would be all pointless now. He pushed her against the bed and whispered to her ear.

"Come for me."

Katniss gasped. Hearing him utter these words in that way seemed to have a magical effect on her mind and body. He wrapped one arm around her and teased her bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. Her entire body shook with pleasure, her breath coming in fits and bursts.

"Come for me, Mizin," he urged again as he pounded her harder and deeper.

She closed her eyes as the tension coiled within her reached its peak and she fell apart.. Thorin felt her constrict around his member in time with her panting breaths, knowing she had reached her climax, his own came on suddenly. With one last pound, he released inside her, stiffening and thrusting out of time, then slower until he had nothing left. He collapsed on top of her, out of breath and both of their eyes closed while they collected themselves. After a moment or two, he rolled off of her, utterly spent.

Katniss turned to face him, taking her time to cover her body with the white bedsheets, and saw his sweat dripping from his well-defined exposed body as if he had just came out another sparring session with Dwalin. He looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, kissed her temple, and raised a hand to stroke her cheek.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Never better.. you?" she breathlessly asked back.

He gave her a confirmation nod instead of a verbal answer. They both could hear the loud noises from a dwarvish song that their company was playing and singing downstairs. That led her to think about the words they had all clearly heard her saying, and that made her blush.

"What's on your mind, Mizin?" he asked, sensing her uneasiness.

"No! I enjoyed it… It's just… why did you want them to hear me scream tonight?"

"Oh… that," he said with a gleam of mischief in his eyes that reminded her of his nephews. "It is considered a sign of virility in our culture for the groom to be able to make his bride groan in pleasure. They're probably making bets on how many more times they'll hear you tonight…"

"Oh my…" she said, hiding her face with her hands. That sight made him chuckle.

"Pay them no mind. They are happy for us," he said as he reached for the wine bottle and gave it a long sip. "It is a shame we won't be able to have the seven days of Sanûrzud…"

"Seven days of what?"

"Seven days of pure gold sun. It's tradition for every newly wedded couple to be left on their own for seven days, enjoying each other's company without having to attend any of their duties."

"But…?"

"We would miss Durin's day if we were to do that."

"Your father's key… the hidden door…"

"Aye."

There was a moment of silence where they didn't exchange any word, until he reached for a silver chain that was the only thing alongside his ring and hair beads that he still wore. He got the end of the chain that was behind his head, revealing the key to Erebor, her Mockinjay pin, and the two beads he had shown to her ages ago. He undid the chain, releasing the four objects on the palm of his hand.

"My most precious treasures…" he said before he handed the Mockinjay pin back to Katniss.

"You should keep it. It was a gift," she said, pressing the pin against his hand.

"Are you sure? I know how much this means to you…"

"Yes. I am sure."

"I will then consider this to be your gift of Ûrzudel, as we didn't get a chance to discuss it beforehand. You will still have to decide what you want from me, though..."

"My gift of what?"

"If you had read the contract you signed, you would know."

"Thorin…"

"It is tradition for a newly wedded couple to exchange presents that are usually related to their craft or their family,"

"Like the sword you made for me…"

"Yes, and no. That was a completely different thing. That was my banthel, or my way to show my intentions to marry you. But the Ûrzudel, these are usually agreed before the marriage takes place… which obviously didn't happen in our case. So you must now choose what you want it to be, so we can revise our marriage contract. It has to be a meaningful gift, that requires great effort for the one giving the gift, but that is within their capabilities to do whatever is asked."

"The elves still have my sword…" she said looking away from him, a glint of sadness in her voice.

"I will make you another one, Mizin. But this will be just a replacement to what is already yours by right. You need to decide what else you want me to give you."

Katniss looked from him to the windows and back to him again.

"I don't want a new sword. I already have got one."

"But you said it yourself, the elves have got your sword."

"Yeah… they do. But… they can give it back. Actually, I would love to have my other belongings returned to me too."

Thorin was looking at her with a confused look on his face. Katniss smiled and seemed more determined than ever.

"Do you think the elves will just give it back if you ask?"

"Maybe not for me, no. But they might listen to the King of Erebor if we claim back the Lonely Mountain."

Thorin sighed.

"Do you have any idea of what you are asking me to do?"

"Yes. I'm asking you to strike a peace agreement with the elves."

"Katniss…"

"That is what I want. For my Ûrzudel gift. That is how you say it, right?"

"What you are asking me to do… is way too much. You could have asked anything else… any jewelry in the world. You name it,"

"And what use would I have for a piece of jewelry?"

They exchanged a glare. Thorin ran a hand through his hair, and Katniss allowed a winning smile to escape her lips.

"Well, you asked me what I want for my Ûrzudel. That is my answer."

"You are asking something very difficult for me to achieve…"

"I never said I would be cheap."

"And I wouldn't have expected anything less from my queen," Thorin said before he gave a long sigh. "Right. Peace agreement with Thranduil. This will crush my ego and soul, but if it's what it takes for me to carry on calling you my wife, so be it."

"Good."

"I will ask you some time to work on it though. Let's say, three years from today? And I also believe that it has to be conditional to our success on reclaiming the mountain. I don't think Thranduil will listen to me otherwise. Do you believe these to be reasonable conditions for the fulfilment of your Ûrzudel?"

"Three years are way too long. Make it one."

He sighed again.

"You are good at this. I've chosen a great queen for my people. Right, one year. But if we fail to reclaim the mountain, you will have to choose a different Ûrzudel."

"Sounds fair," she said before she hugged his bare chest. Thorin closed his eyes as he felt a twitch on his tool, which seemed to be trying to wake up once more.

"You know what is not fair?"

"What?"

"Not being able to have the seven days of Sanûrzud," he said before he hugged her back and started humping her hips. "How am I going to manage to cope with being on the road with you now? Especially without being able to fully release my tension in a proper sanûrzud?"

"I don't know… how do you propose we solve this?" she asked, biting her lips again in a suggestive way, sliding a leg over his body.

He gave another long frustrated groan, but smiled nonetheless.

"Oh, I know just the thing…"

A/N: Original chapter is up on AO3 as an outtake version of this. Honestly, consider this as been the cannon version, and the other one as an outtake.