What you find in the moonlight
#270 - Lights and Sirens @flashfictionfridayofficial
Pairing - Bilbo/Thorin
Warnings - n/a
Words - 920
Summary -
Thorin went for a walk, only to be captivted by the Siren song surronding him.
Well, not just any of the siren's songs, the golden haired male had captivated him unexpectedly.
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Thorin Oakenshield walked along the shoreline, his heavy boots leaving imprints in the wet sand.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing all the thoughts that were swirling in Thorin’s mind.
Or at least it was before another sound was heard over it. A captivating one.
A haunting melody drifted over the water, sweet and seductive to Thorin’s ears.
Thorin paused, his eyes narrowing as he searched for the source of the sound.
Suddenly, his breath caught in his chest.
Flickers of light were sparkling just beyond the surf, flashes of colour dancing across the water’s surface.
He stepped closer, his gaze transfixed to the light show before him.
Through the soft, silvery moonlight, the sea finally showed the figures behind the song.
Plump but graceful forms were sliding through the waves.
The lights were not magic, but the moonlight reflecting off their gleaming tails, casting a glow across the shore.
Thorin felt his eyes widen when he realised he was looking at a pod of sirens.
One siren emerged from the water, her brown scaled tail catching the moon’s light as it scattered beams of colour over the beach.
Her dark eyes gleamed predatory as she swam toward him, her voice carrying a lilting melody meant to ensnare his wandering soul.
“Oh, you're a pretty one. What’s your name, darling?” she purred, her lips curling into a smile as she emerged further out of the water, the water dripping from her silken hair over her exposed breasts. “Come closer. I have been waiting for someone like you.”
Thorin raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze resting on her without the awe she expected to see.
His lips thinned out into a scowl. He crossed his arms at her, unimpressed. “You look like you’ve spent far too much time at the bottom of a well, covered in slime.”
Lobelia’s mouth dropped open, her seductive sway faltering. “Excuse you?”
“I said you’re ugly. Absolutely not my type.” Thorin huffed, waving her away.
He had never been attracted to females in any form. A dripping wet siren trying to be seductive was no different.
He turned away from her dismissively, his attention caught by the very male looking figure perched atop a smooth rock some distance away.
As he stood there, a softer, more captivating song echoed around him.
Thorin’s heart thudded in his chest as he looked at the being, whose golden hair gleamed under the moonlight.
The merman’s tail was swaying idly out of the water. He had propped himself up on the rock he was resting on, one arm dangling into the water, the other tucked beneath him.
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched Thorin dismiss Lobelia, his lips curving into a teasing smile.
“Lobelia, dear, I think your efforts are wasted,” the merman’s voice purred out mockingly. “He’s not for you.”
His tail flicked playfully in the water as he spoke, creating a ripple of gold across the surface. “He’s here for me.”
Lobelia shot him a furious glare. “I saw him first!”
The merman waved her off dismissively. “Doesn’t matter, does it? He clearly prefers my company. Go on, back to the others.” His tone left her no room to argue.
Lobelia hissed under her breath, her expression turning into something much less enchanting as she slipped back beneath the waves, muttering to herself about stubborn dwarves and their terrible taste.
Thorin, though still a bit dazed by the enchanting lights, found himself mesmerised by the merman in a way he had never experienced before.
The gentle curve of the merman’s smile, the effortless grace with which he moved, the playful spark in his eyes, it was intoxicating to Thorin.
“You’re much too bold for your own good,” Thorin muttered, taking a step closer, though he couldn’t help but admire the sheer confidence radiating from the being before him. “But I suppose you knew that.”
The merman tilted his head, his smile widening. “What can I say? I know what I like. I’m Bilbo, by the way,” he said, his eyes shining as he flicked his tail again. “And I like you, Mr Dwarf.”
The dwarf felt his face grow warm, but he didn’t falter. “I’m Thorin and you’re a terrible flirt.”
“Oh, I’m only just beginning.” Bilbo’s voice lowered into something more intimate, the playful glint never leaving his gaze. “You should see me when I’m trying.”
Thorin chuckled, shaking his head. “Another time, perhaps.”
“Another time, indeed,” Bilbo agreed.. “The moonlight festival isn’t the place for such things. Too many distractions, too many other eyes,” he said as he shot a glance toward the water where the rest of the sirens continued their playful songs.
Thorin nodded. He understood. This night was filled with enchantment, but not all of it was as harmless as Bilbo’s teasing.
Bilbo leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Meet me when the moon sets. Alone.”
Thorin held Bilbo’s gaze. The pull between them was now undeniable. “I’ll be there.”
Without another word and a final flick of his tail, Bilbo slid back into the water, disappearing beneath the waves
As Thorin watched the lights of the Siren’s festival continue to dance across the water, he was already anticipating the moon set.
They were going to meet, just the two of them, away from the sirens and their games and hungry thoughts.
The night itself held its own magic, but Thorin had found something far more captivating in the air.
Bilbo’s enchanting smile.
