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8. Situation

They passed one trouble, only to run into a bigger one yet. The company was being tracked by a pack of orcs, but luckily another wizard had come to their aid. Radagast the brown drew the orcs away, while Gandalf lead the dwarves another. To their unfortunate luck, one stray orc had discovered their hiding spot, but Kili shot it down. Unfortunately, the murder was quite loud, drawing the attention of the pack. Gandalf lead them down a hovel, and Thorin and Kili slid in just as a stampede went by.

There sounded war horns and clashing swords, then a shot Orc rolled into their hiding cave. Thorin pulled out to the arrow in its chest, and growled at its origins.

"Elves," he grumbled to Gandalf.

Dwalin found a trail which the company was eager to follow, but much less eager to cross. It was a narrow and tight path in itself, their discomfort rising when the Durin boys quarreled.

"You hand's touching my butt!" One whined, whacking the other's hands away.

"Well, your weapons are in my face!" The other one whined back, pushing his brother hard.

"Boys!" Aria scolded. "We're all cramped! You're not making it easier."

They continued to walk on, until Kili shoved Fili again.

"So help me Mahal, I will cut you both in half!" Thorin yelled this time. "Shut up and behave! We're almost there!"

They came out on top of a hill, a waterfall trickling beside them. In front of them was a hidden valley, with plenty more waterfalls that lead into the river below.

"The valley of Imladris," Gandalf announced as everyone else was lost in its majesty. "In the common tongue, it is known by another name."

"Rivendell."

As the rest of the company went on closer, Thorin went back to Gandalf, Aria following.

"This was your plan all along. To seek refuge with our enemy!"

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself."

"You think the elves will give our quest their blessing?" Aria asked.

"They will try to stop us!" Thorin grumbled.

"Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact, respect, and no small degree of charm."

Aria looked between Thorin and Gandalf, and smiled.

"Which is why you will leave the talking, to me."

Gandalf lead them to the courtyard, where they were corralled in by war horses, lead by their host.

"Gandalf!"

"Lord Elrond." Gandalf acknowledged his friend.

"Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something or someone," he eyed the dwarves, "has drawn them near."

"That may have been us." Thorin walked up to them.

"Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain."

"I do not believe we have met." Thorin coldly answered the elf's greeting.

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled Under the Mountain."

"Indeed? He made no mention of you."

Aria pulled on Thorin's shoulder and drew him back, while Elrond simply smiled and turned to Gandalf, speaking in his native tongue.

"What is he saying?" Dwalin asked.

"Does he offer us insult?" Gloin struggled to the front.

"No, Master Gloin, he's offering you food." "Well, in that case, lead on."

They had dinner with the elves, annoyed by elvish music and disappointed at the lack of meat on the table. Still, they enjoyed each other's company, laughing at another's expense. Thorin and Gandalf sat aside with Lord Elrond as he introduced to them the elvish swords they had picked up from the troll horde. Soon Gandalf became too chatty, and Elrond too inquisitive, and the dwarf king excused himself from the table.

Aria meanwhile, had welcomed the elven hospitality, enchanted by the legend of Imladris. Lord Elrond had graciously welcomed them into his home, allowing them to rest and bath before dinner. There were quarters offered to them; some had to share, the king got his own, and Aria, being the only lady, was given her own room as well.

She changed into the clothes her hosts provided her with, and enjoyed a snack of fruits by herself in her room. When she left to join the company, Aria found them merrily singing on the tables, making a mess out of Lord Elrond's dining room. She found Thorin missing from the gathering, and instead decided to seek him out.

Aria instead snuck around the halls of Rivendell, exploring Imladris until she came across the room Thorin was in. The doors alone were beautiful, but the room took her breath away. Fit for a king indeed. There was a giant four poster bed at one side of the room and windows leading to a terrace on the other. But straight ahead of her was a light curtain, that wasn't doing much to hide what lay past.

Without making a noise, Aria crept up and pulled the curtain aside to take a peak: there was a bathing pool in the middle of the place, made of salmon marble. In it, she spotted Thorin's hair spilling out over the edge as he sat in the water, probably asleep. Carefully and thoughtfully she picked up her skirt and worked on stepping around to the other side of the pool, but the cool and wet floor made her lose her footing.

Her right food slid and she squealed before she could stop herself, and fell left side first into the pool. Aria wasn't under long before big, strong hands got her up right. She let out a loud gasp as Thorin pulled her out of the water, shock and water in her nose put her brain into life saving mode.

"You're alright, cough it up." Thorin coaxed gently as Aria roughly forced the water out of her breathing tubes.

"Aria?" Thorin's confused voice asked as he peeled off the hair sticking on her face. Since the past minute, this was the first time he'd got to see who had fallen in.

Aria flipped her hair back and grabbed Thorin's shoulders as the water bobbed her up and down. Finding her eyesight, she blushed and let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, then! I assume that has got to be the least attractive attempt someone's made towards you."

Thorin smirked a laugh. "Not the most attractive perhaps, but the most amusing." He laughed at her childishness and grabbed her waist, attempting to take her out. "Let's get you out of here before you catch a cold."

He'd already turned to the ledge before Aria grabbed his shoulder and forced him back. He let out an unconscious growl, meaning to be threatening, but it only made butterflies in her stomach.

"What are you doing, Aria?" His hand fisted at the clothing on her waist, obviously knowing what she was doing.

"Taking advantage of you." Aria replied suggestively as she pushed herself closer to Thorin, the water rippling around them.

"Taking advantage of your... situation."

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3. Routine

chapter warnings: runaway child; character injured in a fight

Life in dwarftown soon returned to normal. Thorin went back to work a day later, having made proper arrangements for his nephews. He employed some older dwarves to school Fili and Kili while he toiled away at the blacksmith shop. He even paid Aria to go home and give the boys lunch. The dwarrow never accepted his payment, loving the boys as her own, though he always left some extra money in her stall. Aria would leave at four in the evening to go visit the boys.

She would feed them lunch and play with them, the order of the activities depending on the boys' mood. Then she would put them down for a nap, making sure they were deep asleep before she left to go back to her stall. Aria would always be invited to the Durin's parties, public or private, and her cakes always stole the show. The other dwarves noticed Aria's relationship with the Durins and someone would always ask Thorin about their status, but the prince would always blow it off.

They spent happy, uneventful lives for some time as the boys aged. Their lives were routine; Thorin would leave them with an elder while he went to work, Aria would be with them in the afternoon, and Thorin would be home by the time Fili and Kili woke up from their nap. Kili was 11 now and Fili was 13, closing up on a responsible age. Thorin took it upon himself to raise his eldest nephew as his heir; everything that he'd gone through in Erebor, he would put Fili through, and more. Thorin had higher expectations for Fili than anyone in Erebor had of him at that age.

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2. King and Baker

Chapter warnings: none (implied death)

The horseman tore through the dwarf village one evening, heading up to Durin place. Warriors chased after him, rushing to protect their prince. Aria followed the crowd, hoping in her heart it wasn't terrible news. Thorin had run down to his gate upon hearing the commotion and was waiting sword ready along with his guards.

The pony reared and stopped in front of Thorin as the crowd circled them.

"State your name and business!" Thorin roared.

"I have a message for the king from lady Dis." the horseman announced.

Thorin looked to his guards and lowered his sword before stepping up

"What news do you bring from my sister?"

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There is Love in You

Summary: Thorin gets help with raising the boys in the dwarf town they are living in after Erebor. They start as acquaintances and eventually blossom into something more. Thorin will have Aria for his queen, but let’s see if they can make it to Erebor safe and sane!*dwarrow= female dwarf (in my story)

Story Warnings: Miscarriage, 1 smut chapter

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1: How They Began

Aria Goldbeard was only a few years old when the dragon had forced her clan out. Painstakingly, they followed the Durins to this land or another, settling on a land near a human village. Then king Thror led the men to Moria, and only a few came back with Prince Thorin now king. Her father had not been so lucky. As Aria grew up, she quickly learned that she needed to work for her meal day by day. Mother began to take her to the human village, hoping Aria would pick up on a trade like others of her kind, but Aria would much rather stray through the streets. It happened quite by accident that Aria found her taste, quite literally.

As usual, she was strolling through the human village, hunger aching her stomach. Her nose stumbled upon the most delicious smell, and she followed it to a window where a loaf of bread was cooling. Stealthily, Aria nabbed a piece and hunched below the sill to eat. She got caught on her second helping. The woman of the house scolded Aria for stealing, but the dwarrow explained herself and begged the woman to teach her how to bake. Day by day, Aria visited the lady, and learned a new recipe each day. Over the years, Aria developed her skill and even opened her own stall selling baked goods.

Years passed, even mother had died, but Aria had enough to support herself. Her talents reached the notice of Dis, sister of the prince. She sent for Aria one day, asking her to bring along a pastry of hers. Nervous about meeting the princess, Aria made her own favorite cakes to take up to lady Dis. The dwarf village wasn't extravagant, but clearly the best had been reserved for the royals. Lady Dis herself opened the door to Aria, making way for a lifelong friendship.

Aria rarely saw prince Thorin; he did long shifts as blacksmith for the humans. Though she did get to see more glimpses of him when lady Dis became pregnant. Aria's career came in handy, as she was the only one who could cater to the princess's cravings. Aria was also one of the first people who got to see the new prince Fíli. He was a copy of his father, all blonde hair and blue eyes. Prince Thorin gifted each house a pack of meat in honor of his nephew's birth.

Aria visited Dís and Fili almost every day, and she grew to love the little boy. Fili was just over a year old when Dis was expecting again. With a new baby occupying Dis's time, it left Fili in the care of Aria. She'd become like a second mother to him. Aria began to stay longer at Dis's place, creating more opportunities for her to cross paths with Thorin. Sometimes, he would even walk her home, though they'd have nothing more to talk about other than Dis and the babies. The second baby was also a boy, though Kíli was much more his mother's son, with brown hair and brown eyes. Once again the royals passed out food to the whole village in honor of the birth.

Years passed and so stayed the relationship between Aria and the Durins. The boys, Fili and Kili, were very fond of Aria, especially the older one. Aria and Thorin however were hardly more than close acquaintances, something Dis hoped would change. Sometimes, Fili went to work with his father and uncle, but the kid was much more interested in running through town, and always end up at Aria's stall. The first time it happened, Thorin was worried sick, almost wrecking the town in search of his nephew. By the third time, it had become a habit, and Thorin would finish his usual work day before picking up Fili from Aria's house at night.

When the boys were 10 and 8, Dis and her husband took their family to the Iron Hills to visit some family. Fili most hated leaving Aria and Kili would miss Thorin, but the dwarrow and prince promised to make up for lost time when they returned. Aria made the boys their favorite pastries to take along for their travel. Uncle Thorin gifted them small weapons he'd made for them, asking them to take care of their parents.

With Dis and the boys gone, Aria had even less reason to cross paths with Thorin. His Highness spent longer hours at the workshop, but almost every night came home to fresh food. A week later, Aria found her dishes returned along with a new set of beautiful silver utensils. They kept up their anonymous games, each taking care of the other. It was happy times, without even seeing each other. But tragedy would bring them face to face.

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10. Escape

Aria awoke alone in the room. She stayed lying in bed, happily remembering the night before. But the longer she waited for Thorin to return, the more she feared he'd left her behind. Aria got out of bed, wrapping the sheets around her. She went to the large table in the other end of the room, laden with all sorts of fruits and edibles. The dwarrow enjoyed a few good berries before her stomach churned and she threw up.

"Oh, Mahal!" Aria cursed as she wiped her mouth.

She went over to the pool to wash herself, then worried about finding clothes. Lucky for her, Thorin had left his cloak behind and, covering herself with it, Aria snuck back into her own room. There, she changed into an outfit her hosts and left her, and had better luck keeping down the snacks she ate. She'd just about packed a bag when hurried knocks fell on her door.

Aria quickly went to open it, fearing the worst had happened, but found only Fili and Kili.

"Come on, we're leaving!" Fili urgently whispered at her.

"Let me get my bag!" She went into her room to collect her things, then followed the boys to join the others.

They were notably missing Gandalf, but Thorin urged them on. He stayed in back, counting out his company as they passed him. 12 dwarves, one hobbit, and Aria. Thorin caught her by the elbow as she crossed him and began walking backwards with her.

"You could have stayed." He said in a questioning tone.

"And let you have all the adventure? I think not."

Thorin smiled at her determination.

"We would have come back for you."

"I belong by your side, Thorin Durin."

Thorin stopped and pulled her back, letting the company move on further.

"And I by yours, <my love>." Thorin quickly kissed her head and they rejoined the group.

They walked through a plain of dry land before they finally made it to the Misty Mountains. If they were worried about the rain before, this one really poured down, adding to the challenge of crossing the narrow, rocky mountains. They weren't called the Misty Mountains for nothing.

"Shelter! We must find shelter!" Thorin yelled after Bilbo had almost fallen in.

"Look out!" Dwalin warned as a flying boulder crashed a little above the company.

"This is no thunder storm. It's a thunder battle!" Balininformed them just as a giant rose.

"The legends are true!" Aria said, only loud enough for Thorin to hear.

"Giants! Stone giants!" Bofur pointed just before the giant launched another boulder.

"Take cover, you fools!" Thorin barked at those stunned by the giants.

Everyone huddled closer against the mountain, away from the edge. Debris fell, making the ground even smaller. Thorin reflexively grabbed Aria's hand, binding their fate. For the worst, the ground beneath them began to split, pulling the gang apart.

"Hold my hand, Kili!" Fili reached for him, but the giant's legs pulled the brothers apart.

Aria held Kili back before he could fall over. Fili, Oin, Gloin, Balin and Thorin drifted away from the others as they stood on the knees of a third stone giant, who rose slowly to the fight. The second stone giant lumbered over, head butting the third. As the giant fell backwards, Bilbo and the dwarves went swaying forwards and back, hanging onto the mountainside for dear life.

Fatefully, luck seemed to be on the side of the dwarf king and the knee carrying Thorin, Oin, Gloin and Fili and Balin happened to hit a flat ledge and the party managed to jump onto the still side of the mountain.

Their other halves were not so lucky. As the third giant rose back up again, the first threw a mean a rock, beheading it and sending it falling back into place. Thorin reached for Aria as the leg passed by them, but she was too far. Thorin and the others watched helpless as the rest of the Company seemingly crushed between the stone.

"No!" Thorin yelled. He couldn't lose her, not already. "No! Kili!"

"Ria!" Fili cried from beside him.

Thorin lead the run to the spot where the other knee had crushed. He only took air once he'd seen them all alive. Thorin brushed past Bofur to get to his nephew while Fili ran to help Aria to her feet.

"Where's Bilbo? Where's the Hobbit?" Nori asked, looking about.

"There!" Bofur found him hanging from the edge, "Get him!

They all got on the ground to help the hobbit up.

"Grab my hand!"

"Bilbo! Take it!"

"I've got you, lad." Dori had grabbed Bilbo's shirt, but he was too heavy.

Thorin saw his men struggling and jumped down, hanging next to the hobbit to heave him up. He successfully handed him to the others before losing his own grip.

"Thorin!" Aria screamed for him as Dwalin grabbed him up.

"I thought we'd lost our burglar." Ori said as joke to relieve the tension.

"He's been lost ever since he left home," Thorin barked, but Aria tried to calm him as she stood in his arm. "He should never have come. He has no place amongst us."

"Thori-"

Thorin walked off, finding a cave nearby and called for his strongest man to check it out.

"It looks safe enough," Dwalin gave it a quick look.

"Search to the back. Caves in the mountain are seldom unoccupied."

Dwalin did as told, and came back empty.

"There's nothing here."

"Right then! Let's get a fire started." Gloin said, already dropping some tinder.

"No, No fires, not in this place. Get some sleep. We start at first light."

As Balin and Thorin talked, Aria went to Bilbo.

"Don't mind him, love. It's just, he's stressed under the circumstances. You should have met him back in the town, I doubt you wouldn't be friends with him then!"

Bilbo was little eased by Aria's claims, but she was cut short when Thorin ordered everyone to lay down. Fili and Kili surrounded her on either side at the spot Thorin had allotted for them, keeping his family near.

Bofur had first watch as the rest of them slept, or appeared to. Bilbo, seeing that no one was watching, quietly rolled up his blankets and packed his things. Grabbing his walking stick, he began to leave the cave, tiptoeing over the sleeping dwarves.

Aria woke up as Bilbo was talking to someone.

"No, you don't! You don't understand! None of you do! You're dwarves. You're used to... to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere... I am sorry, I didn't..."

"No, you're right. We don't belong anywhere. I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do. What's that?"

Suddenly, Aria noticed the sand slithering beneath them.

"Wake up. Wake up!" Thorin barked, but before anyone could react, the floor of the cave collapsed downwards.

The Company began falling down a chute, sliding through a tunnel, and eventually everyone landed in a giant wooden cage. As they struggled to get up, a horde of goblins rushed at them, attacking them, took away their weapons, and dragged them down a vast network of tunnels and wooden bridges.

They lead them to the throne platform of the Great Goblin, a massive Goblin sitting on a throne, holding a mace topped with a skull. This one was far larger than any other goblin, and incredibly ugly, with warts all over its swinging chin.

The little goblins tossed the dwarves' weapons into a pile. The Great Goblin jumped off his throne, trampling several goblins, and approached the Company.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?" He roared. "Spies? Thieves? Assassins?"

"Dwarves, Your Malevolence."

"Dwarves?"

"We found them on the front porch."

"Well, don't just stand there; search them! Every crack, every crevice."

The goblins quickly searched the dwarves thoroughly, throwing away whatever they found. Thorin swatted them away as they got too handsy with his lady.

"What are you doing in these parts? Speak!"

But none of the dwarves responded.

"Well then, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest."

Aria gasped, pushing Thorin to do something.

"Wait!" Thorin shouted as he stepped through the crowd.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the Mountain." The goblin king exaggerated a bow.

"Oh, but I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain. And you're not a king. Which makes you nobody, really." The herd of goblins began laughing at that crack.

"I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached." The Great Goblin turned serious. "Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg."

"Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago."

"So you think his defiling days are done, do you?"

The Great Goblin laughed at Thorin's expense, then cried to his goblin. "Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize."

Meanwhile, other goblins brought forth instruments of torture as their leader began singing a gruesome song.

One of the goblins picked up Thorin's sword as he was examining the weapons the dwarves had brought. He slid it a few inches out of its sheath, then gasped in shock as he threw it away. All the creatures hushed up as the weapon landed by the dwarves. The Great Goblin ran rapidly to his throne, trampling many goblins in his way.

"I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks."

As he spoke, the rest of the Goblins began attacking, whipping the dwarves with ropes and leaping upon them, biting and slashing.

"No! Stop!" Aria tried helping Fili and Kili.

Thorin attempted getting closer to his family, but goblins pinned him down.

"Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!"

"Thorin!" Aria cried as goblins held her and the rest back.

"No!" Thorin reached for Aria.

As one goblin pulled out a knife, suddenly there wass a massive explosion of bright light.

A shockwave ripped through the mountain, flinging goblins in the air and destroying the torturing machines. Everyone got knocked down, including the Great Goblin. When the force of the explosion passed, most of the lights in the area were gone. A shadow rose from where the light had come, and Gandalf stepped forth, holding his staff and his sword.

"Take up arms. Fight." Gandalf ordered the dwarves. "Fight!"

The dwarves quickly got up and began fighting the goblins with their repossessed weapons. As Gandalf kills goblins them with his sword and staff, the Great Goblin, still lying on the ground, cried aloud to his goblins.

"He wields the Foe-Hammer, the Beater, bright as daylight!"

As the dwarves fought, the Great Goblin ran up, but Thorin jumped forward and deflected his blow, causing the giant to stumble backward and fall off the edge of the platform, into the depths below.

"Follow me. Quick! Run!" Gandalf moved them towards their escape.

Thorin made sure Aria was right behind him as they followed the wizard, fighting their way through multiple platforms. They'd almost gone through when the Goblin king popped up again.

"You thought you could escape me?" The Great Goblin swung his mace twice at Gandalf, causing the wizard to stumble back and almost fall.

"What are you going to do now, wizard?"

Gandalf leapt forward and struck the Great Goblin in the eye with his staff. The Great Goblin drops his mace and clutched his face in pain.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

Then Gandalf sliced the Great Goblin in the belly, making him fall to his knees, clutching his belly.

"That'll do it."

Gandalf swung his sword again, slicing the Goblin's neck, and he fell down, dead. His weight caused the bridge to start shaking and suddenly, the section of the bridge on which the company was standing broke away from the rest of the bridge, sliding down the side of the cavern.

The bridge speed down the cavern's wall, demolishing everything in its way as the dwarves clung on, screaming in terror. The bridge finally slowed down and landed at the base of the cavern, breaking apart and burying the dwarves in the timber and wood. Gandalf got up from the pile of wreckage first, inspecting the rest of the dwarves who were still stuck in the wreckage.

"Well, that could have been worse."

Fate had the final laugh as suddenly, the heavy corpse of the Great Goblin landed on the wreckage, squishing the dwarves further.

"You've got to be joking!"

As the dwarves extricated themselves from the rubble, Kili looked up and saw thousands of goblins running at them.

"Gandalf!"

"There's too many!" Aria noticed the obvious. "We can't fight them."

"Only one thing will save us: daylight!" Gandalf saw the exit. "Come on! Here, on your feet!"

The dwarves quickly got up, helping each other out of the rubble, and they ran away, following Gandalf. The gang rejoiced as the finally escaped goblin hell and got some fresh air.

"Five, six, seven, eight...Bifur, Bofur...that's ten..." Gandalf counted out his company, "Fili, Kili...that's twelve...and Bombur, that makes thirteen. Where's Bilbo? Where is our Hobbit? Where is our hobbit?!"

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9. I feel you

warnings: smut

"What are you doing, Aria?" His hand fisted at the clothing on her waist; obviously he knew what she was doing.

"Taking advantage of you." Aria replied suggestively as she pushed herself closer to Thorin, the water rippling around them.

"Taking advantage of your... situation." She was closer now, making Thorin's hands extend down to her butt.

"When else will we get the chance to visit Rivendell?" Her nose was rubbing his nose now, and something in Thorin snapped. He locked her against him and spun them around, pressing her against the pool wall. His aquiline nose caressed her button nose; he was doing everything in his mind to keep himself back.

"Rivendell will fall short of Erebor's beauty once we have it again. I promise you a proper wedding night once we're home, my little baker."

Thorin whispered promises under her nose, while his knuckles whitened as he grasped the ledge behind her, teeth gritting.

Teary eyed, Aria grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and made him look up at her. Her other hand cupped Thorin's cheek as she smiled at him.

"I don't want a promise of Erebor from you, my king. Even if I never get to see Erebor, I'd have a home in you, and our boys."

Her confession finally broke him and Thorin snapped up and claimed her mouth in a kiss. He pecked and sucked at her lower lip, then pulled back to answer her.

"Erebor would mean nothing without you, khajmel."

Aria's hands went down his torso as Thorin kissed down her jawline, his hands undoing the strings of her dress. The water made the clothing weigh a ton more, but dwarves were made to lift weight. The water wanted to follow its course, sinking its fingers into Aria's dress, but not even nature could come between Thorin's rage. He bit and sucked at Aria's neck, marking her as his while his fingers rapidly undid the last strings of the dress.

The strings fell apart, loosening their grasp on Aria's cleavage. Her breasts rose and fell as her heartbeat quickened. Thorin was already huffing, passion getting the best of him, but he still had his senses. He knew the dwarrow in front of him was a virgin, saved for him and him alone. He lifted a padded finger and drew it down the path of the strings, making her shiver.

"Will you give me the pleasure to see you?" He panted, his forehead resting against hers as his eyes dared to go ahead without permission.

Aria reached out her neck and kissed him, tongue grazing his bottom lip for entrance. He let her in, but battled for dominance. She tasted sweet between his lips, better than any wine Elrond could offer. Meanwhile, Aria brought her hands to her shoulders, slowly dragging the wet dress off her body. Thorin twined his fingers with hers, helping get the dress off. The dress fell off her shoulders and pooled with the skirt floating at her waist. His beard stroked her skin as his mouth trailed down to her neck again. Thorin didn't pull back till he'd pulled the entire dress off her, sending it floating away with the current. His hands left her back and returned to the ledge as he took in a breath to look at her.

Her skin was dewy with water, calling for him to touch it. His gaze first went to her breasts, heaving with her breath. Her belly was flat, for now; he'd have a thousand sons with her if she let him. The water was at her waist level, blocking a clear view below, but he could see her legs gently spread, waiting for him.

Aria gripped the ledge behind her till knuckles went white. His gaze alone was doing things to her, she wondered what his hands on her would do. She didn't want to wait to find out.

"Thorin," she begged, "please!"

"Ghivashel." Thorin murmured and reached out to stroke her side.

"Touch me..."

Hearing her beg, Thorin put his whole hand on one side, and the other hand on the other. Her skin was softer than any silk he remembered. He drew one hand up, and the other ran down to her butt. Aria let out a gasp when his fingers went around her cheek, cupping her butt. His other hand drew a finger down, stopping at her pelvic bone. When he looked up at her, Aria noticed his blue eyes were almost black. His finger followed the v shape of her bone, aiming for holy land. His thick thumb jutted out first, gently pressing against her button. Aria's eyes closed shut and her head threw back as she moaned his name. Thorin attacked her mouth, distracting her with a passionate kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, curling and dancing with hers.

His hand strolled back up again and he cupped her breast between his thumb and index finger. Thorin pulled back from the kiss to watch his hand. He fanned his fingers up, trapping her left nipple between two fingers and gently played with it. Aria watched him lower his mouth to the other breast and shuddered when he blew on it. She hadn't noticed his other hand trail over to her mound. Thorin locked eyes with her as pursed his lips around her nipple, kissing and licking. Slowly, his middle finger on the other hand dipped under her hood, rubbing circles on her clit. Aria moaned and shivered and Thorin upped his teasing, massaging her breasts with his mouth hand while his middle finger stroked down her folds.

Thorin switched breasts, putting his mouth on the other one while his lower finger teased entrance between her lips. Aria moaned his name and he bit her nipple, making her squeal. Thorin moved his free hand up to her mouth, silencing her. He slowly slid his thick finger between her folds, edged on by the water and her bodily wetness. When his finger got closer to the holy grail, her walls clenched around him and he growled. Thorin let go of her nipple and kissed her lips before trailing down her neck.

"Relax, amralime." Thorin sucked and kissed her sweet spot and caressed her back with his other hand as he pumped his finger inside her.

"Thorin..." Aria breathed his name and dug her hands in his hair and his back, pulling him close. She'd asked for it tonight; she may never had done it before, but her body knew what to do. She moved a leg around Thorin's calf, opening herself more to him. He kissed her as a reward and slid in another finger, speeding up his thrusts. Thorin was getting restless himself and in rage grabbed Aria's hair and kissed her roughly as his fingers worked to bring her to climax. He devoured her lips, pushed his tongue inside, stroking her teeth and the roof of her mouth. Aria felt her abdomen tighten and Thorin felt her shudder, just on the edge. He pressed his thumb to her clit, helping her along and she cried his name in his mouth as she climaxed around his fingers.

Thorin pulled out his hand and rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. His hands were on her hips, drawing circles with his thumbs.

"Thorin..." Aria breathed and leaned her head forward for a kiss. Thorin gently participated in the make out then grabbed her sides tight, heaving her out of the water. With Aria sitting on the ledge, it put Thorin eye level with her stomach. Initially he kissed her there, sucking and kissing her belly and circling his tongue around her belly button. Then, he put an arm around her back and ushered her to lay down.

Aria waited for Thorin to join her, her eyes exploring the intricate ceiling of the room in Erebor. She was waiting for Thorin to climb above her, to kiss her passionately before he took her. Suddenly, she sucked in a cold breath when she felt his mouth on her thigh. Electricity shot up her spine as his tongue flicked against her thighs, his beard tickling her skin. Her stomach fluttered when his mouth got nearer but Thorin put an arm over, pressing her down.

"Hold still, my love."

Aria's heart was racing already, and she almost sobbed when Thorin's nose nudged her swollen clit. Thorin smiled against her lips and kissed her there, driving her further into a frenzy.

"You need to be quiet, love. Don't want to wake anyone."

He knew exactly what he was asking, and tempted her to make a sound when he ran his tongue between her slit, making Aria bite her cheek to keep from screaming.

"The baker tastes sweeter than her pastries. Surprise."

He grabbed tightly on to her pelvis to keep her from moving, he leaned in and flattening the muscle against her folds, letting her nectar soak his tongue.

Aria reached her arms out, trying to grab at anything as the feelings surged within her but nothing was in her grasp. Full of angst, she dug one hand in her own hair and fisted the other in Thorin's, egging him on.

"Please Thorin... please..."

Aria shuddered as Thorin moved his tongue up, circling her clit, then trailed back down. Her back arched up when his tongue slid into her finally. Thorin pushed his tongue inside her, curling it against her tightening walls. He worked his tongue in and out of her, like a child working to get the custard out of a pastry. Aria pushed Thorin's face closer, and the dwarf put his arms under her thighs, digging his fingers into her pliant skin as he dug his tongue inside her like a starved man.

He groaned against her, relishing her sweet taste as she tightened around his tongue.

"I'm so close Thorin." Encouraged by her cries, Thorin pinched her clit between his thumb and index finger, drawing her close again.

Thorin's grip tightened on her thigh as Aria jerked up, the muscles in her thighs and legs going rigid as she clenched around his tongue, before releasing all over his mouth.

Finally Thorin pulled off, wiping every bit of her essence into his mouth before he kissed up her stomach.

"Take me now, Thorin. Please!" Aria begged and Thorin smiled, gently kissing her skin.

"I didn't want to hurt you, love."

"You could never hurt me."

Thorin finally brought his face to hers, smiling affectionately as he caressed her cheek. Aria leaned up to kiss him, and Thorin returned it, pushing her back down to the floor. Scooping an arm under her, he lifted a leg around his waist, opening her wide for comfort. He soothed his hand over her thigh as he lined himself against her.

Naturally, Aria was scared for what would come next, but felt assured by Thorin's caress. Thorin kissed her passionately, distracting her as he pushed himself inside her against her tightness. Aria groaned at the first pain, her tears falling on Thorin's mouth and he paused, letting her adjust to his size.

"Do you feel pain?" Thorin whispered against her after a while.

"I just feel you." Aria breathed, playing on his ego and Thorin finally began moving inside her.

Aria dig her nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer. Thorin went slow at first, being considerate of her first time, but then Aria wrapped both her legs around his waist. Thorin grabbed her thighs and kissed down her neck as his thrusts sped up, a coil building inside him. He muttered praises in her ear as he felt himself get close, and held on till Aria had her release before he spilled his seed with in her.

Thorin spasmed as he emptied and lay his head on her heaving chest, his hand stroking her belly. Nothing else mattered for the two of them beyond this moment. Thorin has claimed Aria as his one, and no one mattered more to him, not even Erebor. But he needed a kingdom for his queen.

Thorin got up and kissed Aria's head.

"Best catch some sleep before we head out for our kingdom tomorrow, my queen."

Aria was in no state to argue and happily cling to his neck as Thorin carried her over to the bed. The bed felt better than the floor, but Thorin laying next to her was ever better. The king lay on the bed and his queen snuggled up on him, sleeping soundly as their heir development in her womb.