Your eyelids fluttered open to the feeling of snowflakes melting on your skin, sometime in the night long after the company had all fallen asleep. You'd hardly gotten any, dozing off here and there, but always just on the edge of consciousness.
You shuddered, pulling your thin blanket tighter around you. The temperature overnight had dropped to below freezing. You sat up, bleary-eyed, your eyes scanning the makeshift camp around you. A dwindling fire had been made in the center, its embers a faint red as they slowly died. The snow, which was blowing in from the opening to the mountain cave, had surely put it out faster than it was meant to. You crawled to it, your palms against the frozen earth as you blew softly on the embers, hoping for the slightest spark.
The fire reignited briefly, a single lick of flame extending above the soot. You quickly thrust your numb hands over it, desperate for its fleeting warmth before it quickly faded to ash once again.
You let out a small sigh of frustration, quickly followed by uncontrollable shaking as your body withstood a cold gust of wind from the opening in the mountainside. You grabbed your blanket from your sleep roll and sat as close as you possibly could to whatever was left of the fire, regretting having chosen the least protective spot in the mountain cave. You'd surely smell like smoke tomorrow, but it was either that or you freeze to death.
From the other side of camp, deeper within the cave, came the quiet crunch of heavy boots, echoing softly against the stone walls. You looked up to see Thorin, returning with a few pieces of salvaged wood. You weren't sure that he'd gotten any sleep at all yet, having wanted to scout out the deeper part of the cave for safety while the rest of the company got some much-needed rest.
"Move back," his voice came as a low rumble, hushed enough so that he wouldn't wake anyone else. You obeyed, watching him kneel by the pile of soot and ash. Where your attempts to rekindle the fire had failed, he got it flickering a little brighter in no time, blowing softly on the tiny flames as they grew.
He sat back a moment, guarding the flames from the wind with his body. You stared at them too, watching their little tongues feed on the fresh wood. It was quiet a moment, and all that could be heard was the faint crackling and muffled howls of the wind from outside.
"Have you gotten any sleep?" Thorin murmured, his eyes raised to meet yours. "It isn't safe to sleep so close to the fire."
You shook your head. "It was nearly dead, do not worry. It was the cold that kept me awake."
Thorin watched your face, the way your eyelids struggled to raise more than halfway, the whites of your eyes tinged with strain and redness, and the shadow beneath them. It looked like you hadn't slept in days. With this cold, it was likely that you hadn't. Thorin regretted not having noticed earlier.
"Will the fire be enough?" He spoke again, concern lacing his voice. It'd be no good for you or the company to be so sleep deprived. Everyone had to be at their full strength for survival until they reached the lonely mountain.
You nodded, gathering up your blanket and returning to your bedroll. It was the slightest bit better, but the tiny flames did no good for the cold that had already seeped into your bones, numbing your extremities, even casting a slight frost on bits of your hair.
Thorin kept a close eye on you as you returned to your spot against the cold cave wall, bundling yourself up to the best of your ability. But he noticed the way you continued to shudder, the fire hardly making any bit of a difference. Your eyes were closed, clearly pretending to sleep just to not worry the mind of the dwarven prince, but he couldn't watch you freeze any longer.
A warm hand peeled the blanket back from your face suddenly, and you opened your eyes to the Thorin's larger stature kneeling before you. "Come," he said quietly, his hand on your shoulder to guide you to a sitting position.
"It's alright, Thorin. It's not quite as cold anymore, I'll be able to sleep," you said quickly, not wanting to be a burden. You also feared any sort of special treatment. The other dwarves had already seen the way Thorin's eyes followed you wherever you went, trained on your every move as if to watch over you. He'd even confided in you before, speaking to you in a different way he did any of them. And they made sure you knew that they knew, teasing you any chance they got. Mainly Kili and Fili. Where it was amusing at first, it soon reduced you to a lesser member of the company, one who constantly required attention and protection from their leader. Although this was hardly true.
"You're shaking," he answered dryly, and you almost caught a bit of a smirk. Obviously you were cold, and it would be less than honorable as a prince to allow a valued member of his company to freeze in the night, especially when he could do something about it.
A pink hue flushed your features, but you accepted his arm which he offered, looping your trembling fingers around his bicep. As you stood, he draped his heavy coat over your shoulders, the heat retained from his body instantly relaxing your muscles.
He led you quietly over sleeping dwarves towards the back of the cave where his own bedroll was laid out.
"Will the coat be enough?" he asked, sitting next to his bedroll, leaving it open to you.
"Thorin, I couldn't possibly--"
"I insist," he assured, tugging on your hand slightly, beckoning you to lie down and get comfortable. "I've had more than enough sleep these past few nights. You need it."
You had to admit; the far side of the cave was significantly less freezing than where you'd been lying. And with his long coat draped comfortably over you as you curled into a ball on his bedroll -- you could almost say it was warm.
Thorin sat close by, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. Just near enough so that the radiating heat of his body reached you, but giving you space enough to comfortably sleep.
You even began to get drowsy, your eyelids fully closing as your mind wandered.
But just as you were about the drift off into a peaceful sleep, a forceful gust of wind entered the cave, once again dimming the fire to mere embers. You stirred, making a small whimper as the cold wind stung your nose.
"Shhh," Thorin hushed you as his hand came to rest on your head, fingers softly massaging your scalp. "Go to sleep."
You closed your eyes again, tucking your head a little closer to him, almost enough so that your forehead touched his thigh. Between the gentle stroking of his fingers in your hair and the warmth radiating from him as he sat next to you, you slowly began drifting off, finally into a deep, restful sleep.
A/N - I believe I wrote this as a birthday gift a few years ago for a dear friend of mine (*cough* *cough* buy The Dragons of Thaveil by Joy Rogers *cough*), I cannot remember if I posted it or not. Pure smut beneath the cut.
The familiar tune of deep, breathy moans danced across the dimly lit walls. The soft crackle of nearby fire nearly masked the squelching click that danced alongside the well-known harmony of the dwarven king's pathetic pleads.
A harmony that began to grow louder as the sturdy weight of his head sunk back into your chest, the lids of his sapphire eyes glued shut as he began to quiver.
A faint sheen of sweat glistened upon his forehead, his brows knitting together as his lips fell open. "Fuck." He gasped, feeling a familiar knot begin to weave within the pit of his stomach.
As his grip upon reality began to fade away, his grasp upon your forearm tightened - his nails embedding themselves into your skin with a bitter sting earning a hiss to grace your lips.
"Careful-" The heat of your breath caressed his ear, making a shiver roam down his spine. How cute. You could see why he enjoyed getting that reaction from you. "-or I will have to stop."
A pitiful whimper escaped his lips the moment the words slipped through yours, a whimper he attempted to mask with a groan, but it was no use - he was putty in your gentle hands.
"Please!" The word wavered upon his lips as he sucked in another shaky inhale, the muscles within his lower stomach clenching together tighter as your hand began to slow. "Please don't stop."
"Oh?" Your hand came to a halt at his plea, the corners of your lips curving upwards into a mischievous smile as the dwarven king began to whine. "And why shouldn't I?" You hummed, the heat of your breath grazing his neck. Your thumb slowly circled the aching tip of his cock as you awaited his response.
"Please, Y/N," Mindlessly bucking himself against your hand, his thick brows tightly knit together as his thrusts grew more desperate. "I need you." "Then beg for me."
The lids of his eyes slowly opened before he blinked up at you in shock, his sapphire-colored eyes completely glazed over with lust as he laid there within your grasp - mouth agape at your bold command.Β
"Well? Go on then." A hiss escaped his thin lips as your loose grip upon his throbbing cock tightened, allowing you to feel every racing beat of his heart throughout it. "Beg."
"Please, Y/N." He groaned, sucking in the bitter winter air through his teeth as your hand slowly glid up his cock - torturously slow - before gliding down to the base. "Please don't stop...I'll be good."
The slight stinging tear of his nails escaping your soft skin allowed another low hiss to fall out of your lips. "I will do anything you want just, please-" The word stumbled upon his lips as he choked out a stuttered whine, his temporarily loose grip tightened around your arm as the muscles within his abs began to flutter. "Please let me cum. Please."
As the final whimpered word left his lips, your palm left his aching cock for a moment - making a pathetic whine echo dance throughout the quiet room before curling back around it again.
The weight of his head sunk further back into your chest as your hand slowly slid up and down his cock, gradually increasing in speed as your opposite hand roamed his toned body. Leaving a trail of quivering muscles behind as your smooth skin continued upon the lower path of his body.
"You look so pretty." The vibrations of your purred words sent another shiver down his spine and made his muscles tense further. Your hot breath caressed his neck as your movements gradually grew quicker, his hips mindlessly bucking upwards to match your touch as the lids of his sapphire eyes squeezed shut again.
"That's what you are, aren't you? My pretty boy." The blur of brunette hair bobbing made the smirk plastered upon your soft lips widen. The movement of your hand quickened as you traced mindless patterns with the opposite hand upon his lower abs, feeling the muscles tense alongside the familiar burn of his nails embedding into your arm again.
"Y/N, I can't-" "Then don't." You breathed into his neck, your lips hovering a breath above one of the most sensitive parts on him. "Cum for me. Now."
The entire weight of his head leaned into your chest, nearly knocking you into the bed, as the muscles within his lower abs tensed for a final time before releasing. A slew of whined moans fell out of his gaping lips as his body trembled against your touch as white, hot ropes gushed over your hand.
The dwarven king succumbed to pleasure as wave after wave wracked throughout his once tense body; the stresses of reality faded away as the only thing he could think of was the next wave ready to whisk him off again.
As he drifted away within the endless sea of pleasure, you began to press gentle kisses upon the crook of his neck - enjoying every pathetic whimper that slipped out of his parted lips due to it.
"There you go, my love. I've got you." You hummed against his neck as your grasp upon his softened cock released, earning a displeased whimper from him. "I've got you."
The pair of you stayed there in silence for a few moments as you admired your lover's trembling body within your sturdy arms. The smooth tips of your clean fingers softly traced every indent the golden hues put on display as the beautiful image of your lover safe within your grasp, in such a manner, burned into your mind.
"Thank you, amrΓ’limΓͺ." He breathed, the corners of his thin lips curving upwards into a blissful grin as he freed your arm from his grasp. The tips of his calloused fingers grazing over the small wounds he caused as an unspoken apology.
"Do you feel better now, Thorin?" The tone of your voice softened as you moved your clean hand up to cradle the side of his face. "Much." He hummed as he turned his head, pressing a soft kiss into your palm before allowing you to cradle his cheek.
"Now...about that anything-" "No." He stated as he lifted his head from your soft embrace, the bed creaking under his shifting weight as he slid off the bed.
"You do not know what I was going to ask for!" A low chuckle echoed throughout the room as the dwarven king stumbled to the bathroom only to return as quickly as he had left. "We shall discuss your payment another day, but for now-" He began, his calloused hands softly wiping away the white ropes that covered your hand.
"-I want to relax like a wise person has been nagging me to." His beard softly tickled your cheek as he pressed a kiss upon it, tossing the towel aside to be dealt with later before laying beside you upon the soft furs.
The sturdy weight of his head once again rested into your chest as you two lay there in peaceful silence. Not needing to speak a single word of your love for another as the warmth within the air expressed it more than any word could ever say.
ββββββ
"I am not a nag." "Yes, you are." The king muttered, raising his head from your chest. "But you are my nag."
Hey its me who asked for your The Unexpected Guest, and it was brilliant! I love the idea of part 2 it makes more sense!
I loved your idea of once they get to Rivendell Thorins and readers feelings are explored and some spicy stuff happens
Thank you, and love your work!βΊοΈx
(I'm really glad you enjoyed it! I'm really sorry for the wait for part 2 - uni work, work work and writer's block are not a great combo and I didn't want to rush this (this part also got WAY longer than I thought it would), plus I've made some minor edits to part 1 since I wasn't totally happy with it - been a hot minute since I wrote smut so I hope this is ok :D thank you all for being so patient and I hope you enjoy!!)
(link for part 1 - warning for NSFW content below, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it))
ghivashel - treasure of all treasures, amralime - my love
An Unexpected Guest pt.2 (Thorin x AFAB!fem!human!reader)
The journey to Rivendell was taxing on all of you, though you couldn't help but feel most sorry for Bilbo. The hobbit was so new to adventuring - you doubted he had ever been out of the Shire before now - and you had decided to support him wherever you could as a helping hand. Just helping him set up camp, saddling his pony in the morning, offering him water, little gestures seemed to make a difference in his demeanor.
Spending time with the hobbit to keep his morale up, especially after the troll attack, did mean that it was getting harder to find a spare moment with Thorin. The two of you had spoken much more frequently since his confession, and you wished for more time, but the whole group was in poor spirits as it was. While they were all happy for you, public displays of affection were just likely to irritate everyone further. And Thorin's burden of leadership would likely not be eased while you were still on the road. For the moment, all you could do was keep moving and offer comfort to whoever needed it.
Needless to say, arriving at Rivendell was a weight off your shoulders. Even if the dwarves tried to pick a fight with Elrond.
You had all taken your time to settle in and relax, having taken full advantage of the elves' hospitality (and you were forever grateful for being able to feel clean after the long journey). When the group of you were provided with dinner and the inevitable food fight broke out, you were happy to see how everyone's spirits had been lifted. However, you couldn't help but notice your One stood to the side. There was a content smile on his face, but you could easily see the tension that still bristled through him.
You soon found him after everybody had retreated to their rooms for the night. It was hard not to hear him - the pacing in his room seemed to echo through the hallway, if only slightly. Raising your hand, you softly knocked at the door, hoping that he wouldn't be too stubborn to talk to you.
"Come in."
Even his tone of voice betrayed his stress. He visibly relaxed when you entered the room though, shutting the door behind you, and you felt glad to at least be some comfort.
You smiled in greeting, and spoke softly. "Will you tell me what's going on with you?"
"I assure you, I am fine. Do not trouble yourself."
You closed the distance between you hesitantly, giving him the chance to back away, and took his hands. "Please, Thorin. I can see something is troubling you."
"I am just... concerned. About the future of this quest, about everyone's safety." You saw a struggle in his mind of not wanting to be vulnerable, but he seemed to give in, and sighed in defeat. "I fear that people are going to be hurt because of me."
"Oh, my love..." you breathed, pressing your forehead to his. "You are the best leader any of us could ask for, and I promise you that you will not be the cause of any hurt."
He gently pulled back and looked into your eyes. "You truly believe that?"
"Of course I do. Those in this company are strong and intelligent. Perhaps with the exception of your nephews," you chuckled, and Thorin couldn't help but smile. "They are all capable of making their own decisions. They knew the risks of coming along, but they have all chosen to join anyway because they saw a courageous dwarf that they wanted to follow."
"I only want to do right by my people."
"And you will. We all have faith in you."
He pressed his forehead to yours again. "You're far too good to me, ghivashel," he murmured.
"All I want is for you to be happy, my love."
And with that, you tilted your head up and kissed him, your fingers tracing his cheekbones as you pulled him closer. It wasn't rushed and clumsy, as it was when Thorin first confessed, but slow and loving, every movement of your lips against his a confession of love in itself. His hands found their way to your waist and pulled you flush against him, trying to feel as much of you as possible.
When you separated to take a breath, meeting his lust-filled gaze was all the encouragement you needed.
"I wonder if there's any way I could relieve some of your stress..." Your tone was playful as you slid your hands achingly slowly down Thorin's chest, and you heard him inhale as you stopped just at his hips.
"Amralime, are you sure? If we start I will not want to hold back."
"I trust you, Thorin." You smiled and nodded towards the double bed. "And we may as well take advantage of the luxury while we have it."
He smirked. "I'm beginning to think you came here just to bed me."
"Hey, I would never-"
Your sarcastic reply was cut off by him kissing you again, with a desperation you hadn't seen from him before. Maybe you had awakened something long kept under control, but any coherent thought of that was soon lost when he shrugged the furs off his shoulders and his fingers found the hem of your shirt.
Soon becoming restless feeling him trace the curves of your waist, you broke away from the kiss just long enough to tug your shirt off. Thorin did the same, and after some hurried fumbling between more stolen kisses, you were both undressed. His hands never left your body as he backed you up towards the bed.
"You are so beautiful, ghivashel..." he murmured, lips trailing along your jawline and down your neck. It was so easy to get lost in the sensation, but when he tried to sit you down on the bed, you stopped him.
"Tonight is about you, my love." You turned the two of you around and gently pushed him back to sit down, taking the time to admire his toned body as you knelt in front of him.
Thorin's eyes were wide with surprise and he almost looked as if he wanted to protest, but the twitch of his already hard cock gave him away.
"You... you don't have to-"
"I want to." His breath hitched when your lips traced his thigh, and you smiled. "Relax, my king..."
Any further protest was soon lost when you leaned forward and licked a long stripe up his length, wrenching a gasp from his lips. Your movements were slow, mapping out every inch of him with kitten licks until he was writhing impatiently before you, until you were done teasing and sucked his tip into your mouth.
The room was filled with the sounds of breathy groans and muttered Khuzdul that you could barely focus on as you continued. Thorin twisted his fingers into your hair when you began taking him inch by inch into your mouth - his grip was firm, but never controlling - and when you started bobbing your head he was certain that he must've been dreaming.
Looking up at him and pressing your thighs together to suppress your own arousal, you watched his head tilt back in ecstasy every time you pressed your tongue flat against his tip when you rose. The sounds he made were so beautiful that it was becoming more and more difficult to control yourself. Fortunately, it seemed you wouldn't need to for much longer. You felt the tension in his body increase with every bob of your head, every swipe of your tongue, and as your movements grew faster you wrapped your hand around the base to stroke what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Yet, when you next looked up at him, he gently pushed you away, denying himself climax.
"Is everything alright, my love?"
He leant down for a brief kiss, still breathing heavily, and nodded. "That was... incredible." He took your hands and guided you to stand, then pulled you closer to straddle his lap.
"Then-" You inhaled sharply feeling his lips and teeth over your throat. "Then why didn't you let me finish?"
Thorin didn't answer for a moment, too busy creating a cluster of pink marks along your neck. When he was satisfied with his work, he tugged your hips down to press his hard length against you.
"Because I want to finish inside you, amralime."
You simply nodded, feeling too flustered and on edge to offer any sort of response beyond a whispered, "Please..."
Thorin stood up holding you, his lips continuing their assault on your neck, and carefully laid you down in the center of the bed. He slotted himself between your legs and wasted no time in moving to prepare you. Pausing to receive a nod of consent, he slid one thick finger into you, and you gasped at the sudden feeling. He soon added a second when you began rocking your hips against his hand impatiently, begging for more.
"Patience," he chuckled. "I do not want to hurt you."
"I don't care." You moaned breathlessly with every curl of his fingers. It felt like so much already, but still not enough. "I need you now, Thorin."
"Who would I be to deny my queen?"
He withdrew his fingers and you immediately pulled him forward to kiss you, a soft gasp being pulled from you when he ground his hips against you, ever so lightly pressing against your clit. Holding himself up over you with one hand, he used the other to guide his tip to your entrance and, swallowing your cries in the kiss, he slowly pushed into you.
His hand found yours and your fingers intertwined while he waited for any signs of your discomfort to fade. It was an uncomfortable stretch to fit his thick cock, but it soon became a welcome sensation, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to urge him on.
He moved carefully at first, until your cries of pain became cries of pleasure, and soon his hips snapped back against you much more firmly. Each thrust hit so deep inside of you, filling you up so perfectly, and his fingers gripped your hips almost tight enough to bruise. You clutched onto him tightly, trying to stay grounded amongst the sensations. One hand was buried in his hair, keeping his forehead pressed against yours, the other was digging into his back, leaving scratches that you were sure would last a few days at least. Though it didn't seem to bother him - every time you dug your nails into his back, it seemed to be encouragement, and he relentlessly kept up his pace. It was firm and deep, but never rough, though part of you wondered how hard he would go if you asked.
With each thrust, you bucked your hips to meet him, trying to get more friction to ignite the coil of heat growing in your core. Thorin's moans soon grew louder, despite him trying to remain as quiet as he could, and when his rhythm grew unsteady his fingers slipped down to circle your clit as his teeth latched onto your neck again.
"Ghivashel..." he murmured, his voice strained. "I'm so close..."
Your mind was spinning with pleasure, and you felt yourself reaching your peak as well. "I am too..." you panted.
His hips shifted just enough to hit a spot inside you to make you see stars, and along with the attention on your clit and your neck, it was enough to push you over the edge. Your grip on him tightened as the coil snapped and heat spread through your body, and you buried your face into the crook of his neck to muffle your cry of pleasure.
It seemed to last forever, and in your pleasure-filled haziness you registered Thorin also growing tense, and you heard his deep groan as he reached his climax and came inside of you. He felt so perfect, and you both stayed clinging onto each other, lost for breath, until you both came to.
Still catching his breath, he kissed your forehead and pulled out to lie next to you, and you couldn't help but whimper at the sudden emptiness.
He lay on his side, facing you, and brought your hand up to his lips. "You are so wonderful, amralime."
You smiled softly and shuffled closer, putting an arm over his waist and tucking your head under his. "So are you, my king."
You glanced back at the door to the room and chuckled.
βMh?β Thorinβs blue gaze flickers to you. βYouβ you think it looks messy?β
You shake your head. βOh, no, I didnβt mean that. I supposeβ¦ I just think youβd look good.β
And thatβs how, unexpectedly, Thorin sits on a chair and lets you do it.
For first, you comb his long, dark, full mane, untangle the knots and smooth them with your hands. You put the comb away, way too aware of the silence that falls between the two of you, and you start separating his hair into strands. They feel extremely soft under your touch.
Itβs a calm, domestic moment that brings to you both a rare peaceful and comforting feeling.
βTell me if Iβm pulling too much.β
Thorin lets out a genuinely amused laugh. βDo you believe you could hurt me?β
You raise an eyebrow. βAre you doubting me?β
βWell, yes. If you think your strength is enough to inflict me pain you are out of yourβ ah!β The dwarf king snaps backwards when you pull one of the locks you had divided.
You giggle. βOops, Iβm sorry, that was unintentional.β
You canβt see him but you know heβs rolling his eyes. βSure,β Thorin agrees sarcastically, his expression way too serious for the joke you have just pulled.
When you finish braiding, you step back to look at the result. Your eyes widen. His hair look so elegant, elaborately embroided like that. In one big central braid are converging smaller ones, while the remaining loose thick hair fall free, wavy and heavy, under your creation, making the whole outcome extremely appealing to the gaze.
Thorin appears ethereal. Elvish, almost, but youβre careful avoid to say that. βYou look gorgeous,β you comment instead. βRoyal. It suits you a lot.β
You turn around to face him and notice his embarrassed expression. βIs that it?β
You nod, smiling at the sight of his shy, composed reaction. You didnβt expect anything more from him, but still enjoyed the little playful experience. βI should do it more often.β
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