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After the incident with your hair and Thorin about three nights before, you had noticed that Thorin had become incredibly reserved. Bilbo had commented on how nice your hair was, and you swore you had flushed redder than the tunic on Thorin’s body. Bilbo had brushed it off as you being shy, and the day had gone on without mishap. However, whenever the wind began to pick up again, you grumbled and flicked your hood up. There was no way you were going to have another incident with your hair.

After a while of riding, Thorin called everyone to stop for the night. The wind was picking up too much, thunder rumbling in the distance, and he wasn’t keen on travelling in the dark during a storm. After checking to see if a cave was empty and there were no secrets within, he ordered everyone to file in before the rain came.

Tying all of the horses together tightly before tying them to a sturdy tree, you were quick to file into the cave. It was quite small, so everyone would be in close quarters with one another, and bless the boys, but you weren’t keen on sleeping near Fili and Kili nor Bombur.

Placing your bedroll near the entrance of the cave, you sat down, taking off your boots and massaging your sore feet. Dwalin, Nori, Gloin, Bofur, and Fili were gathering as much wood as they could before the rain came, and they were quick to start a fire. As the warmth of the flames began to filter through the cold cave, Bombur began to make dinner.

Thunder rumbled from outside, and you watched as the lightning flashed across the sky. Rain began to fall, and you sighed at the smell of the droplets. Bilbo was sitting beside you, and he asked you as you began to play with the end of your braid.

“Do you think it’s gonna be a big one?”

You nodded, replying softly.

“Yes. The smell of the rain is very strong, even with it being so light. Look at the trees in the distance. Do you see how they are swaying so much? That’s the wind…this one is going to be very big. I think we might be stranded here until it lets up. The hail is already falling.”

“Aye. Let us hope the ponies are properly covered with the trees.”

You and Bilbo jolted from the sound of Thorin coming from between you two. He was surveying the land outside, watching the distant storm, and you couldn’t help but get a good look at his face.

The skin of Thorin’s face was smooth, save for a few scars here and there. The sweet scent of his hair wafted over you, and you swallowed thickly. From your position, you noticed how soft his beard looked, and you felt the urge to run your fingers through it and scratch at it. Thorin’s eyes were a beautiful dark blue from the lack of light, darting around as they looked outside.

Almost as if sensing your stare, Thorin looked down before turning to you, and you quickly looked away. You replied softly.

“The ponies will be fine. As long as there isn’t any more hail, at least.”

Thorin was quiet a moment, and you shyly looked up at him. He was still staring down at you, and you swore that it would only take a few inches to press your lips against his. Mahal, what were you thinking?! This was your king! Your face flushed, and your eyes widened when you stared at his lips before looking away, clearing your throat.

“Dinner is re-“

“-Thank Mahal! I’m starving! Move it!”

You sprang up, almost slipping as you scrambled to the pot, and the company laughed at your eagerness. Bofur called, winking.

“Ah, I can appreciate a lass who can eat!”

You held your bowl out like a beggar as Bombur filled your bowl gleefully.

“I can appreciate a dwarf who can cook!”

Bombur beamed at you brightly, and the company snickered at the jab. Bofur guffawed.

“I can cook!”

“Yeah, if you feel like eating a slab of charcoal!”

Dwalin rolled his eyes, and the princes snickered. Bofur huffed and crossed his arms.

“I told ya that it was supposed to come out like that!”

You watched the dwarves bicker back and forth with amusement, eating your vegetable and venison stew. A sudden crash of thunder made you jump, and you choked on your stew. Slamming your fist against your chest, you covered your mouth as Bilbo began to slam his hand on your back.

“Ya alright lass?”

You nodded, holding a hand up, and you noticed Thorin giving you a concerned look. You waved your hands, sputtering out after a moment.

“I’m fine. I just haven’t been in a storm as strong as this one in a very long time. We don’t really get storms like this in the Shire.”

Bilbo nodded, adding.

“Maybe a few light showers, but never a terrible storm such as this.”

Fili tilted his head.

“I thought you weren’t from Middle Earth?”

“Ah, I’m not…but Bilbo was kind enough to let me find haven in his home until I could find a job that I’m actually good at when I suddenly dropped in. It’s been about a year or so?”

You scratched the back of your neck, looking up with a scrunched face.

“I still don’t really have a grasp on time here. I do reckon we measure it quite differently than you guys do.”

You shrugged before humming, taking a big bite of your food. The dwarves all began to talk at once again, and you rolled your eyes before shaking your head with a smile. Turning away from the company, you watched as the storm moved in, counting the seconds between the rumbles. It wouldn’t be very long until it finally hit you…you were certain there was about two more miles until then.

Finishing your stew, you stretched your legs out, leaning against the wall. As the company began to settle down for the night, you looked to Thorin, who was making no move to lie down. You offered him, playing at the stray strings on your tunic.

“Um, I can take first watch.”

Thorin looked over at you, seeming to scrutinize you, and you pushed softly.

“I’m already over here by the entrance anyway.”

Thorin slowly nodded, and you settled against the wall of the cave, the cold seeping through your furs. For a while, it was quiet…the dwarves snoring away as the storm rumbled and raged on outside. You gently tapped the seconds between rumbles on your thigh, shivering as the wind seeped into the cave a bit.

“(Y/n).”

You jolted and looked behind you to Thorin, who was still awake and leaning back against the cave, his pipe in his hand. You asked him softly.

“Yes?”

“Come here.”

His voice was hushed as to avoid waking the company, and you carefully made your way to Thorin, stepping over stray dwarves as carefully as you could. When you made it to Thorin’s side, you sat down beside him, smelling the sweet smell of his pipe-weed.

“What is it, Thorin?”

Thorin took a light huff of his pipe before asking you softly.

“Have you ever smoked before?”

You shook your head, replying.

“Most of the pipe-weed of the Shire is bitter or incredibly strong. I’ve never really enjoyed any of it.”

Thorin held his pipe out for you, and you gave him a look.

“Thorin Oakenshield, are you trying to get me high?”

Thorin chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

“No, this is no pipe-weed of the Shire. This is a nicotiana tabacum that is grown alongside the seeds of fruits. It gives it a sweeter taste than the robust flavors of pipe-weed grown in Bree and the Shire.”

You gave him a skeptical look while taking his ridiculous pipe, and you marveled at the carved wood.

“Are all pipes of the dwarves so elaborate and large?”

Thorin chuckled and replied honestly.

“I would reckon only the ones that were crafted by the dwarf himself.”

You gave Thorin a look before gently placing your mouth upon the pipe, breathing in the sweet tobacco. Sweetness filled your mouth, and you hummed a bit, letting your head fall back before you allowed the smoke in your mouth to filter into your nose. Letting it sit in your lungs for a minute, you blew out and made a face. Thorin chuckled and asked you, taking the pipe when you handed it to him.

“Is it too sweet?”

“Oh no, it just hit me very hard.”

He chuckled before taking a good drag of his pipe. Thorin blew a couple of O’s, the rings wavering through the cavern, and you watched with amusement. You took a moment before you asked him softly.

“Why did you call me over, Thorin? I should be on watch right now, you know.”

Thorin looked down at you and he said.

“I…wanted to talk to you about something.”

You grabbed his pipe when he held it out for you, taking another hit from it and asked.

“Alright, what’s on your mind?”

Thorin hummed deeply and he admitted.

“It is about something that you told me the other night…when you asked me to fix your hair.”

Your cheeks flushed from the memory of his fingers being in your hair, and you instantly began to fidget with the end of your braid, twirling it around your fingers.

“You said that the things that I have done for my people were far from being considered a shame in your world…what did you mean by that?”

You hummed deeply, saying to him softly.

“In my world, your life is a book…a play told to millions. Children and adults alike have heard of your endeavors in your life…of this very quest. Believe me when I say that many people in my world consider you a hero…and many have called you the one true king.”

Thorin looked down at you in surprise before he turned away. He asked you softly.

“And what do you believe?”

“I think that they are right.”

Thorin looked over at you, and he asked you softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“How does this end, (Y/n)?”

“What, this night or the quest?”

Thorin chuckled a bit, asking.

“I suppose both.”

You chuckled and nudged his side softly, saying.

“Thorin, I’m not a fortune teller, so I can’t tell you how this night ends…and I can’t risk giving you a false sense of security when things have changed that I don't remember happening, and I don’t really remember a lot about my world or the story of your quest…but I can tell you to have faith in those who stand beside you.”

Thorin nodded, giving you a soft look, and you smiled back at him before looking away into the fire. Taking a hit from his pipe again, Thorin looked back into the fire before saying suddenly.

“Coconut oil and honey.”

“I’m sorry?”

Thorin chuckled.

“Coconut oil and honey. It’s an old mixture my mother would make for her hair, and it’s always proven to be a life-saver.”

You chuckled and pointed out to Thorin.

“Aye, but coconut oil is a luxury saved only for those of royalty, Thorin.”

“I could provide it for you.”

You shook your head, a flush coming across your face.

“Oh, no, Thorin. It’s quite alright. I just have to stop being negligent of my hair. I must say though-“

You grabbed your braid, smiling as you ran your fingers over the smooth locks, making Thorin’s face turn pink.

“-you are absolute magnificent at hair. I swear, dwarves must have some sort of magic that enables them to be so good at hair. Dare I say you have magic fingers.”

Thorin snorted, rubbing at his face and grinning through his blush.

“Please, I cannot take credit for how lovely your hair is.”

You smiled before asking him softly.

“I know that hair-touching is forbidden to those who you are not related to or courting, but may I touch your hair…the human way?”

Thorin swallowed thickly before nodding, and you gently carded your fingers through his hair. It was silky, just as you had imagined, and the curliness of the locks tickled your fingers. So, coconut oil and honey…it was no wonder his hair always smelled so incredibly sweet.

Thorin’s face went darker, and you gently felt the braid at his temple, looking at the bead that encased the hair. Thorin looked down at you as you gazed at the bead, and he swallowed thickly at the sudden image of that very bead being in your hair. Thorin gently grabbed your wrist, and you paused. He held your wrist firmly, and he gently pulled you to him, his lips feeling so soft against your own.

You were stunned, taking a moment to really register the situation, and Thorin pulled back when you didn’t kiss him back. His eyes reflected rejected, and he let go of your wrist.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

You shook your head, whispering as you leaned back into him.

“No, you shouldn’t have…you should have kept going.”

Your lips laced over his again, and Thorin immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him. The position you were sitting in was awkward, so you slid into his lap, straddling him as you clutched his face, gently scratching at his beard. Thorin’s tongue teased your bottom lip, and you sighed, lips parting and allowing him to dominate your mouth.

His hands squeezed and kneaded your ass, keeping you close to him, and you entangled your fingers through his hair. Thorin growled deeply into your mouth, and his hands slipped beneath your trousers to feel the cool flesh of your ass. Squeezing tightly, he pulled back to teeth and suck at the skin of your neck. You pulled his hair a bit, and Thorin let out a small moan.

“It would be unwise for you to keep doing that, ghivashel…lest I take you right against this wall right now.”

Your face erupted into a flush from the deep register of his voice blowing hotly against your ear. Swallowing thickly at the feeling of his lips running against your neck, you paused before smirking and yanked on his hair tightly, making Thorin’s head jerk back, exposing his throat.

You trailed your tongue along his throat before biting deep into the skin of his neck, Thorin groaning deeply before he rolled the two of you over. He hissed to you, giving you a dark look.

“Stay very quiet, or I will leave you alone here.”

You clenched your jaw as Thorin leaned down, sinking his teeth into your neck and rolling his hips against yours. You gasped quietly, and Thorin’s hand slipped beneath your tunic, feeling the skin of your stomach before cupping your breast. You leaned into him, whispering softly.

“My king…”

Thorin growled deeply.

“Say it again.”

You swallowed thickly as he pinched your hardening nipple.

“My one true king.”

Thorin practically purred before he allowed his hand to slip beneath your trousers. Cupping your sex, he ground the palm of his hand into you, making you shiver and buck into him.

“Thorin-“

“-Quiet. Don’t forget what it is that I told you, darling.”

You swallowed your voice, whispering.

“Then keep my mouth busy, my king.”

Thorin snarled deeply into your ear.

“With great pleasure.”

Thorin began to ravish your lips, kissing you deeply as his fingers delved into your heat. Every whimper, every gasp, every quiet moan was swallowed by Thorin’s mouth as he touched you, stretching you for him. In and out his fingers went, spreading your wetness and your walls, feeling the way you clenched and relaxed around him, and he growled into your lips.

You were tugging on his hair, scratching at his scalp, and Thorin’s cock was growing so incredibly hard from the feeling. His hand pulled from your trousers, and you whimpered from the loss quietly. Thorin nipped and bit at your neck as he untied your trousers, opening them and exposing your glistening sex to the cold. You shivered, and Thorin untied his trousers, his hot tongue against your neck making you buck your hips up for him.

“My king…”

Thorin purred softly, and he settled closer to you, his cock brushing against your stomach, and he moved down, his lips encasing yours once more. The head of his cock brushed against your entrance, and your eyes widened as he sunk into you. Thorin covered your mouth, watching you intently as you reacted to him, his forehead against yours. You held onto his hand, toes curling and nails digging into his wrist as he fully sunk into you.

His own eyes were a bit wide from the feeling of your tightness, and he slowly began to move against you, hips rolling sensually into you. Your eyebrows furrowed up, taking shaky breaths in as Thorin’s hand gripped your mouth tightly. Thorin growled deeply as you grabbed onto his hair, and he began to fuck you harder, breathing sharply through his nose and eyes closing in concentration. Every thrust was delicious, his cock pushing as deep as it could go inside of you, and stretching you so good. You had never felt anything so good before in your life, and Thorin, though gentle, was firm in his movements.

His free hand came between your bodies, pinching and kneading your breasts, and the sensation sent tingles down your spine. Your walls constricted around Thorin, making him let out a shaky breath and you both froze when one of the company moved, adjusting in his roll. Thorin gazed down intently at you, and you stared up at him.

‘Stay still,’ his eyes said to you. ‘Don’t move.’

‘I won’t.’

The member stopped moving, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Slowly, he began to move against you again, sinking himself in and out of you slowly before picking up pace again. Over and over, he fucked your cunt, filling you with him for as long as he could. Thorin tightened his hold on your mouth once he felt your walls tighten incredibly around him.

“Mahal…..”

Thorin whispered to himself. A couple more thrusts, and Thorin was cumming deep inside you, keeping you close to him as he pumped you full of his seed. You whimpered a bit as he slipped out of you, and Thorin gently wiped the sweat from your forehead, kissing your temple and then your lips. You sighed deeply, relaxing against him, and Thorin took a moment to catch his breath.

Slowly, Thorin fixed your trousers before fixing his own, and he gently covered you with his furs. Thorin stood, walking to one of the members of the company and kicking them awake.

“It’s your turn for watch.”

He said, his voice deep and almost shaking, and Bofur woke groggily.

“Alright, Alright…”

Thorin walked back over to you and lied down carefully beside you, gathering you up into his arms. You snuggled into his embrace, hiding beneath his furs and snuggling into his chest. Fingers began to undo your braid, and you sighed softly.

“What are you doing, Thorin?”

Thorin whispered into your forehead.

“I am touching your hair…in the dwarven way.”

You flushed deeply, smiling against his chest as he took a section of your unbraided hair from your temple and began to braid it carefully. Once he was done, Thorin dug into a secret pocket in his fur coat and took out a golden bead, adorned with the Durin family crest and sapphires. Clipping into your braid, he kissed your forehead firmly before beginning to run his fingers through your hair.

“In the morning, we shall go to the river if the deluge is done…and I will wash your hair for you…if you will wash mine.”

You smiled and brought your hand up to his beard, gently feeling the coarse but soft curls. Gently scratching the bottom of his jaw, Thorin hummed deeply in appreciation.

“I would never pass an opportunity to touch your hair.”

Thorin chuckled deeply as he massaged your scalp.

“Starting tomorrow, you will begin riding with me as well.”

You nodded before snuggling into his chest, mumbling tiredly.

“Whatever you want, my king.”