Send me “Kiss me, quick!”
and I’ll generated a number from 1-25 to see where my muse will have to kiss yours:
Nothing. There was nothing he felt but emptiness as Oin told them there was nothing. No child. No child. Everything just seemed to have stopped. Thorin could not move, could not breathe, yet he knew hw was breathing. It was as if he had been turned into stone as he looked at Oin moving mouth but he didnt hear a single word of what he said. The only word he registered was: There was no child... anymore. He could handle if there had never been one, but as it was his fiance and he ust stared at the aging healer, both not yet understanding the full magnitude of the tragedy that struck their young lives. Yet another loss, but this one seemed so much worse. They were barely off age, but they had created this life. Thorin hadn't realised how much hope this child had given him, how much it had lifted him up. It had made him want to be more, a better dwarf, a better leader to his people, now that he was the only Prince left, the king in a way, but without official title to carry, with no mountain to rule.
It was gone. Simple as that. Only slowly did he turn his head to look at her, her beautiful face, her hair, the eyes full of so much pain. He must have looked the same way, as the pain slowly took hold of him. Their child was gone. How could this be? How could this be reality?
But maybe... maybe it was just not the time. They were nomads. They had no protective wall around a settlement. The child would have no place to get used to, no place to call home, like them. He did not want any child of his to grow up without a home. Maybe it had a good to it. Maybe Mahal, was giving them a sing, that there was more to achive still, before their little one could join them. Maybe it was just not time yet for their dwarfling to see this world.
They were not ready yet. He wasn't. He had so much to do, before he could honestly allow himself to feel this unparalleled joy, this hope for a future he didn't know. It was not yet time, but it would be.
Thorin placed his hands on her empty stomach and then kissed it, lightly.
"It's alright. We will have a child, Anra. It's just not time yet. Our little one wants to wait a little longer. We still have to do some things for it to join us. We have to give it a home, protective walls, a house where it can play in, where it knows everyone, where it doesn't have to fear winter or summer. It wants to wait a little longer and we will be prepared to welcome it. We will have a child."