The Sacrifice

  The light was dying in the sky by the time the elves left Erebore with their gems. Thorin stood in his room next to the massive fireplace and stared into the flames. Having removed all his kingly robes, he felt almost stripped of his being in just a loose shirt and pants. He felt who he was before he came to this mountain was slipping away, being replaced by someone he was not sure he wanted to be. He heard the door open and glanced away from the fire.

    "Good evening my lord."

Lothiriel moved across his room to his bed and sat on the edge. The emerald silk of her night dress clung to her revealing a most inviting form that Thorin could not ignore. He faced her still leaning against the stone of the fireplace.

    "Is everything to your liking my lady?"

    "Yes, Thorin. Everything is wonderful. Erebore is beautiful. Exactly as the songs and stories described it. With golden roof and silver floor and runes of power upon the door."

Thorin was pleasantly surprised. She knew the Song of Durin's Awakening. He moved towards her slowly. He felt almost a need to be closer to her. It had been entirely too long since he had felt the touch of a woman. Part of himself wanted to take her in the most animalistic sense, the other reminded him she was an elf and he was a dwarf. It was wrong. Lothiriel stood from the bed and walked to Thorin. She placed her hands on his muscular chest.

    "Thorin, I have no doubt it has been a long time since you enjoyed the company of a woman. I can see in your eyes that you need me. Why deny that? You are a warrior in heart and body. You are a king in mind. Let me please the warrior and the king."

As the words fell from her lips she kissed him. Warm and soft but hungry and yearning. Thorin felt his blood surge and heat. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to his bed. His fingers tore at her dress and slid it from her ivory skin. It felt like heaven under his rough hands. Her lips hungrily fed upon his as he moved his hands down her body. Over her breasts and coming to rest between her legs. Her back arched and she let out a soft cry as Thorin slid his finger inside her hot wetness. His breathing became heavy as he felt the hardness between his legs twitch. Lothiriel moaned and writhed against him.

    "Thorin please"

That was all the invitation he needed. He freed his length from his pants and slid into her with such force he thought she might break beneath him. She cried out and wrapped her legs around him while he found his rhythm. It was like there was electricity running through his skin. His blood was singing through his veins while he felt the white hot pleasure threaten to envelop him. With one final thrust he lost control. The elf cried out as he felt her spasm around his throbbing length. He growled deep in his chest and leaned down to her. Lothiriel's eyes were glassy and fierce. A sea of burning steel and storm tossed blue. He kissed her deeply with a passion awakened and new. Not with a sweetness but with an animal hunger and desire. He was King under the Mountain and she was his.