My King

"Everything is going to be alright.", Thorin reassured her. He didn't know. The pale orc Azog was alive and coming for them. This is what the goblin king had told her. He would arrive soon, take her while Thorin is forced to watch, then kill them both.

It was his white warg that they had seen that night at the river. It seemed that this sickening creature that was there at their beginning would also be present at their end.

That night, their hands were bound and they were dragged from the dungeons to the throne room of the goblin king. "He will be here any moment.", gurgled the giant goblin. Suddenly, she heard the beast behind her, growling and licking its jowls and she felt the ground tremble as the massive orc dismounted. Azog grabbed her around the throat and parted his lips in a sickening grin when he saw the mark on her neck. "You will be mine now.", he hissed then slammed his giant forearm into her tiny back forcing her face into the stinking ground, a coppery taste filling her mouth. His cold, rough hand forced its way beneath her skirts and lifted them exposing her nakedness. She could hear the excitement in his breath as he clasped her hips and positioned her rear to take her from behind. The world slowed as if time was flowing through a thick fluid. Her vision tunneled into darkness; the only sounds she could hear were her own steady breathing and Thorin's booming voice screaming, "Nooo!" He feebly fought against his bonds as the blood trickled down his wrists. She locked onto his blue eyes and promised herself that whatever happened, she would not cry out. When she felt the creature's hard, cracked member brush her opening, she braced herself for the tearing pain but the torture she expected never came. Suddenly, the cavern was filled with a blinding flash of white light and she felt a wave of hot, dense air press over her. Azog was thrown backwards and when she opened her eyes every goblin within sight lie dead. Gandalf the White had come.

Raivynn collapsed to the dirt and lay trembling. Thorin placed his arms beneath the crook of her knees and carried her in his strong embrace. She was still in shock and could only whisper through her tears, "Please make it stop." Cradling her in his arms he swore to make the pain go away. In time, they had reached the surface and Thorin lowered her to the soft earth. She clutched at his body, fearing that he would leave her. "I'm here. I have you.", he said tenderly. "I will keep you safe, and I will never let you go again, I swear." He motioned to Gandalf to give them a moment alone and the wizard walked off into the darkness of the woods.

The only thought running through her mind was "Closer, I have to be closer to you." Sensing her need, Thorin removed his belt and slowly eased his way inside her, soothing her crying with his tender voice. "Shhhhh, I'm here." She could feel the coarse hair on his chest against her cheek and his rough fingers tracing patterns over his mark on her neck.

"What do you hear?", he asked gently.

"His terrible voice.", she sobbed.

"No, my love, listen. What do you hear?"

She quieted her mind. "I hear your heart.", she said.

"Good.", purred Thorin.

He began to hum a Dwarven lullaby and she felt his powerful chest vibrate with every low note. Her trembling slowly faded and she fell asleep with him still inside her.