The Sacrifice

  Thorin sat on his throne in quiet solitude. He leaned his bearded chin on his fist and listened to the quiet hum of dwarves milling below the throne room. The hour was late but he needed to think and it was damn near impossible with the she-elf near him. Her prescence was enough to make him go nearly mad with desire. For weeks now he had taken her to bed every night. For hours they were wrapped within one another. Contented to drown in each others flesh. She was intoxicating. Fearsomely beautiful. Thorin shifted uncomfortably in his seat feeling the length of his manhood straining against his trousers. He rose from his throne and moved swiftly down the halls. He knew where she would be. It seemed to be her new favorite place. There was a secret path that lead to a small clearing carved into the lonely mountain. A few small trees and a patch of grass was all it had but from there she could stare at the stars. She was an elf after all. Starlight was more precious to her than all the gold in Erebore. Thorin had grown quite fond of the elf maiden. She was witty, intelligent, kind and strong. There was a goodness about her. As if the evil that befell the rest of the world had missed her entirely. He climbed the short path from the secret entrace. The wind was warm thsi evening and stars studded the clear, endless sky. He heard her humming softly to herself and saw her laying on the ground. He watched her secretly for a moment. Her white gown spread around her like a halo of moon light, her hair splayed over the green grass and purple flowers that had begun to grow. 

     "Thorin you are terrible at being sneaky." she chuckled not even bothering to turn her head.

  Thorin moved to her and knelt down to kiss her cheek. 

     "There is no hiding from those elvish ears." he whispered gently kissing one,

     "Spying on me?" She propped herself on her elbows.

     "No....I just wanted to be near you."

  She smiled and laid back down. Thorin laid next to her turned on his side. He looked at her for a moment. How beautiful she was. 

     "I love you." the words escaped his lips before he even knew what he was saying.

  Lotheriel's eyes flew open. Thorin began to stutter.

     "I mean......I love.......you know..."

  Lothierial put her finger to his lips to quiet him. She placed her hand on his face and smiled.

     "Le melin" 

  Thorin did not have to speak the language of the Elves to know what she said. His heart jumped in his chest. His eyes lit up and he kissed her with such passion it took her breath away. She slid on top of him, her lips traveling down his neck. With one movement Thorin had removed her gown and there she was before him, naked in the moonlight. Her pale skin seemed to glow. He had already undone his trousers, letting his manhood free. He pulled her down on top of him, sliding into her as he pressed his face against her chest. She moaned as she rode him. The night breeze licking her bare skin. She was close now, he could always tell when she was. She rode him harder and her moans became louder. Thorin was sure the people of Laketown could hear her but he didn't care. She threw her head back, her dark hair flowing behind her. Her whole body stiffened as Thorin growled and dug his fingers into her hips. He emptied himself into her as her body went limp. He caught her and held her close to his chest. Thorin's happiness was shrouding the fear of King Thranduil's rejection for her knew he would never allow his daughter to marry a dwarf. King or not. Thorin kissed the top of her head and lifted her from the ground wrapping his coat around her shoulders. Once in his room he laid her in his bed and covered her gently with a blanket. She sighed softly and wraped her arms around Thorin's neck.

     "They will have to drag me from this bed." she mused 

  Thorin smiled.

     "They would have to get through me first my lady."