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legolasbadass · 3 months ago

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Italian Holiday, Part V

Summary: A few weeks before Richard leaves for Boston, he and Lorelei go on holiday in Italy to make the most of the summer and the time they have left together.

This story takes between the penultimate and last chapter of Office Hours and contains major spoilers for that story, so make sure you read it first!

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 4.2K

Rating: E

A/N: I know I've already posted a chapter this week, but it seemed fitting to post this chapter today... 😉💙

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On the morning of Richard’s birthday, I wake early to pick up pastries and fruit for breakfast and a cake at the nearest bakery to surprise him. He is not big on birthdays, but I still want to make this day special. I hold my breath as I sneak back inside the flat, cursing the racket the keys make as I insert them into the lock. But thankfully, Richard is still sound asleep.

After hiding the cake in the refrigerator, I make my way toward the bed. The crumpled duvet exposes Richard’s naked chest, which rises and falls in an even rhythm, golden under the morning sun sneaking in through the half-closed curtains. One of his arms is stretched out on his side, where I slept earlier, but he does not seem to have noticed my absence. Smiling to myself, I carefully sit on the edge of the bed and rest a gentle hand on his chest, running my fingers over the patch of hair between his pectorals and feeling the steady beating of his heart under his warm skin. There is something quite comforting about seeing him so relaxed, so at ease, and it is in moments like this that I realize just how much I will miss him when he leaves for Boston. My heart tightens at the thought, but I force myself not to think about it. Not here, not now, on this most special day.

I am admiring the soft, grey hairs in Richard’s beard when he begins to stir. A moment later, his eyes flutter open, his sapphire irises shining like the glittering waves at the beach, and when his gaze meets mine, he smiles sleepily.

“Good morning,” he says, his voice slurred by sleep.

“Happy birthday, my love,” I whisper before leaning in to kiss him softly, my loose hair spilling over my shoulders, tickling his cheeks.

He groans into the kiss as he wraps his arms around me, his large hands caressing my waist through the thin fabric of my dress. “Why aren’t you in bed?” he asks when we pull apart for air a moment later, sounding displeased.

“I had to go pick up a surprise for you,” I answer with a smile as I bring a hand to caress his unruly hair, then let my fingers trace his temple before settling on his beard. He opens his mouth to retort, but before he can say anything, I add, “I know you don’t care for birthdays, but let me take care of you today, okay?”

He grins in response and buries his hand in my hair as I lean in closer, supporting myself with one hand on the mattress. I let my eyes flutter close as I rub my nose against his, enjoying the way his beard tickles my cheeks before meeting his lips in a languid kiss. The kiss quickly becomes more heated, and as his tongue tangles with mine, I move to straddle him, welcoming the feeling of his growing arousal between my thighs.

“A birthday present so soon in the day?” Richard teases, and I giggle, burying my face in his neck and inhaling his scent as I trail a path from his ear down to his Adam’s apple with my lips.

His large hands rest on my bare thighs, gently stroking them, leaving no inch of skin untouched. Eagerly, they slip under my dress, all the way up to my hips, leaving the fabric bundled at my waist. My skin burns under his touch, and when I instinctively grind myself against him, I am rewarded with a gentle wave of pleasure. His hands dig into my flesh as he hardens under me, his body surrendering to the same sensations he awakens in me.

“Take off your dress, darling,” he suddenly says in a deep voice, fisting the fabric, and I shiver.

Gazing into his lust-darkened eyes, I raise myself and slowly reach from the hem of my dress to pull it over my head, letting it fall to the floor before reaching for the clasp of my bra. Richard swallows heavily as he stares unabashedly at my breasts and the hardened peaks that beg for his touch. The love and desire burning in his eyes set my whole body on fire, and heat pools between my thighs, soaking my knickers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, almost as if to himself, then licks his lips, momentarily distracting me. I desperately want to kiss him, to drown in his intoxicating taste while his beard scratches my cheeks, but I force myself to wait. This morning, I intend to draw out his pleasure and explore every inch of his striking body. It is his birthday, after all.

I offer him a seductive smile before devoting my attention to his chest, pressing light kisses across his collarbone, then down into the valley between his pectorals. Encouraged by his increasingly ragged breathing, I lightly bite his skin, slowly inching closer to his nipples, and he groans and arches into my touch when I teasingly swirl my tongue over one.

“Sweetheart.” The endearment is both a plea and a command, but I ignore him, making my way further down. “Please—I want you, Lorelei.”

“Not yet,” I say, shaking my head before caressing his navel with my tongue.

His hands are now buried in my hair, and I can tell he is holding back; he could easily take control and push me onto my back to have his way with me, but thankfully, he seems content to let me be in control for now.

Never tearing my eyes from him, I settle myself comfortably between his thighs and press a lingering kiss on the tip of his hardness, then another, this time teasing him with my tongue, revelling in the low groan that tumbles from his parted lips. Smiling, I wrap one hand around him, letting it glide against him in tandem with my mouth, teasing him until the first salty drops of his pleasure meet my tongue.

Richard's moans grow louder, and his body tenses beneath me, muscles straining as I keep up the teasing rhythm. When I take him deeper into my mouth, he tugs on my hair and lets his head fall back, exposing the column of his throat to a sunbeam that travels across the bed, and I moan against him, mesmerized by this tender, handsome man I have the chance to call mine. The way he looks at me now, like I am all that matters to him in the world, makes my heart swell with a love so deep it takes my breath away. And suddenly, despite my desire to take my time with him, I can no longer ignore my need to feel him inside me and share this pleasure with him.

His groan of protest is immediate when I pull away, and I cannot help but laugh as I slowly move to straddle him once more, steadying myself with my hands on each side of his head. Even through the cotton of my knickers, I feel how warm he is, and I know he can feel how wet I am already.

“Lorelei,” he groans in a deep, desperate voice, pressing his head into his pillow as he struggles to keep his eyes open. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Another breathless laugh escapes my lips as I lower myself to kiss his jaw, and the new angle causes us both to moan. Richard’s hands are now tugging on my knickers in a desperate attempt to remove the last piece of fabric between us.

Clumsily, I wriggle out of my knickers by raising one leg at a time, and when, at last, I am completely naked, I wrap my hand around his hardness to guide him inside me. As soon as he slips between my folds, I reach for his hand to steady myself; I am more than accustomed to his size now, but it renders me breathless each time. Inch by delectable inch, he fills me, stretches me, and when he is all the way in, his groan mingles with my moan. Then we still. Neither of us moves for a moment, and only the distant sound of waves and our heavy breathing reveal the passing of time as we lose ourselves in each other’s eyes, bathed in sunlight and the summer heat. No words are spoken between us, but I know we are both savouring every single second and imprinting each little detail in our hearts to cherish when we will be apart.

The first time I sink down on him, the pleasure is so intense that it draws a shuddering gasp from both of us. Richard follows my rhythm, lifting his hips to meet me as I lower myself onto him, taking him in as deep as I can, desperate to give him as much pleasure as he so passionately offers me. One of his hands moves to my lower back while the other slides up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. Heat swirls through me, spreading from my core all the way to my toes, as he gazes up at me with a mixture of awe and need, the blue of his irises almost lost in the depth of his desire.

Then, between two thrusts, Richard pushes himself up to kiss me, his beard scratching my burning cheeks as I whimper against his mouth. Even though it is only mid-morning and a refreshing breeze floats in from the open doors leading onto the balcony, the air is already hot and humid, and my skin is slightly sticky, but Richard does not seem to mind. Ardently, he covers every inch of my neck with kisses, and a soft, desperate moan falls from my lips as I let my head fall back, drowning in the sensations he stirs within me.

That is always the flaw in my plan—he knows my body too well. So despite my intention to take control and draw out his pleasure, it does not take long before he sends me over the edge. Clinging to him, I cry out, my nails digging into his tanned back as I tighten around him. And that is all it takes to send him over the edge with me. Groaning my name, he buries his face in my neck, and we cling to each other, trembling as the waves of pleasure gradually subside, leaving us breathless and spent. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the rapid beat of my own, as his fingers trace lazy patterns on my back.

“You certainly know how to wish someone ‘happy birthday,’” Richard says eons later, causing me to giggle.

“You deserve nothing less, my love,” I respond, kissing him softly before he lowers us onto the bed so that I lie on his side, one warm wrapped around his middle. Once I catch my breath, I snuggle closer and press a light kiss onto his sweat-slicked chest. “So, do you feel any different? Wiser, perhaps?”

Richard chuckles as he absently plays with my hand, then pauses. “I just feel even luckier. I mean, an old man like me, with a girl like you��”

I bite my lips but choose to lighten the mood by saying, “And I feel lucky every day I’m with you… my old man.”

Another chuckle falls from his lips before he moves his hand up my arm, then into my hair to caress the tangled locks, prompting me to look up at him. “You really don’t think I’m old?”

My heart tightens in my chest at the insecurity that softens his eyes. “Of course not! Not that there’s anything wrong with being old.”

“Hm,” he mumbles, looking up at the beamed ceiling. “I’m getting more and more grey hairs—might have to start dying my hair.”

“Don’t you dare!” He raises his eyebrows. “I happen to love your grey hairs,” I say earnestly as I run my fingers through his unruly curls. “I love the greys in your beard as well.” I accentuate my words with kisses along his bearded jaw. “I also happen to love the wrinkles at the corner of your eyes.” With my lips, I trace a path from his beard to the lines around his eyes.

“You like my wrinkles?” Richard asks with raised eyebrows.

I cradle his face with one hand and lean in until his lips are mere inches from mine. “I think they’re sexy,” I say before pressing a lingering kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“Really?” He sounds even more incredulous now.

I nod. “Surely I’ve told you before?”

“You haven’t.”

“Well let me rectify that, then,” I say softly, then kiss him once more as I bury one hand in his hair. “Your grey hairs are very sexy, as are the little wrinkles at the corner of your eyes. In fact, you are the sexiest man I’ve ever met—I’ve thought so since the very first time I saw you.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles in amusement, but his cheeks are now red with embarrassment.

“Yes—you were wearing a grey tweed blazer and a white button-up underneath, and your collar was undone, and I remember thinking that was very distracting,” I say, unable to hold back my giggle.

Richard grins, a twinkle in his eyes. “Well, I had no idea I was distracting you so much.”

I bite my lips. “And you know—I’ve seen photos of you from when you were younger, and I can tell you, you only get better with age, darling.”

Richard chuckles, his cheeks still red. “Yeah, I was a lanky teenager and it took me years to grow into my big nose.”

“Well, you’ve certainly grown into it. And other appendages...”

Richard’s laughter joins mine, and his chest rumbles against me as he pulls me closer. He is still smiling when he captures my lips in a slow, toe-curling kiss. Then another, deeper, more passionate. His tongue tangles with mine as I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers pulling on the curls at the back of his head, causing him to moan and pull me even closer; my breasts are pressed into his chest now, and one of his hands slides down my back to caress my bum just as I wrap one leg around his hips, but then he groans and pulls away.

“Well, there is one thing that doesn’t get better with age,” he begins, slightly breathless. “I don’t think I can make love to you again so soon, no matter how much I wish I could.”

I cannot hold back my giggle as he brushes the hair from my face. His eyes shine with playfulness, but I still notice a hint of insecurity in his gaze, as though he is worried about disappointing me. I press a chaste kiss onto his lips to reassure him, then say, “It’s just as well—my legs are sore.” I kiss him again. “And I’m starving!”

“That’s not good. We have lots of steps to go down to reach the nearest café.”

“No, we don’t. Why do you think I got up so early?” Richard raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “I got eggs, cheese, and fruit from the market. And I got us chocolate and pistachio cornettos at the bakery. I thought we could have breakfast on the balcony.”

In response, Richard smiles and buries his face in the crook of my neck. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, giggling and smiling widely as I hug him tight against me, pressing a tender kiss in his hair.

Sometime later, we manage to leave the bed. While Richard goes to the loo, I steal one of his t-shirts to keep his scent on me even longer and slip into my knickers before going into the small kitchen. When he joins me, he helps me prepare breakfast despite my initial protests, seeing as it is his birthday. But we have always enjoyed cooking together, and when he wraps his arms around me to tell me this, I know he is thinking of how much he will miss little moments like this when he leaves. Neither of us speaks about it, though, because as long as we are here, we can pretend that time stands still, and he is not leaving anytime soon.

We take breakfast out to the balcony, where a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the potted plants. The sun has climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the cliffs and the seaside town. As we sit across from each other, sharing laughs and stories, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixes with the salty sea breeze as the town below awakes.

After a lovely breakfast and a long shower, we set out to explore more corners of the charming seaside town, strolling through narrow streets lined with colourful houses and charming shops. But we spend most of the afternoon at the beach, laughing and sharing stolen kisses under the warmth of the afternoon sun and in the refreshing embrace of the Ligurian Sea. In the evening, I bring Richard to a quaint restaurant, where we enjoy delicious pasta and a bottle of local wine.

The sun has nearly set when we make our way back to the flat after dinner, our hands intertwined as I rest my head against his arm.

“Today has been perfect, sweetheart,” he says as we reach the front door. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

I smile up at him, my heart light and warm. “You don’t have to thank me. And the day isn’t over yet, birthday boy.”

He raises one eyebrow and grins. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Well, you never let me, so I’m taking advantage of this special occasion.”

Once inside, I pull him toward the balcony and make him sit down at the table.

“Now close your eyes—and no peeking!”

He chuckles but complies, and for a moment, I simply watch him, admiring the boyish grin that tugs at his lips and his tousled curls, enhanced by the humidity and the sea air. I cannot help but press a kiss onto his bearded cheek before darting back inside, smiling in excitement. In the kitchen, I hasten to retrieve the cake from the box, then grab the tube of decorative icing I bought this morning. The cake already looks amazing, but I want to add a little personal touch. Unfortunately, the icing comes out uneven as I try to spell out ‘Happy Birthday’ in the centre with a small heart at the end, but I know he will still appreciate it.

“I won’t sing you ‘Happy Birthday’ because I know you hate that, but I’d still like you to make a wish,” I say as I step back onto the balcony and carefully place the cake before him on the table. His eyes are still closed, and I smile to myself as I strike a match, then light the candles. “You can open your eyes now.”

A surprised laugh tumbles from his lips as he opens his eyes and stares at the messy lettering on the cake. “Did you do that?”

“I tried!” I reply, laughing at myself.

“It’s perfect,” he says, raising one finger to swipe off some excess icing from the heart I made, then brings it to his lips and hums appreciatively.

“Blow the candles before you lick the icing!” I chastise him, but I cannot stop smiling as I wrap my arms around his neck from behind. Richard stares at his cake for a moment, then blows out the candles, except one stubborn one. “Quick, or your wish won’t come true!” I say, but he succeeds in blowing it out before I finish speaking, so I cheer and press a kiss atop his hair.

He squeezes me tight, then says, “What if it already has?”

“What?” I ask, not quite understanding, but then I look at the candles, then back at him, and the meaning of his words is clear in his tender eyes as he gazes up at me.

Smoke is still rising from the candles as he extends a hand toward me, inviting me into his arms, and I momentarily forget all about the delicious cake awaiting us as I sit on his lap. When he speaks, his voice is heavier than usual, though laced with tenderness.

“You know, for so long I wondered if maybe there was something wrong with me,” he begins slowly as he absentmindedly caresses my arm, causing me to frown. “Everyone around me was falling in love, getting married, having kids, and I could never seem to make a relationship last, no matter how hard I tried. But now I understand why…I was waiting for you.”

“Richard…” I swallow hard as myriad emotions clog my throat.

“I’ve been on so many crappy dates over the past eight years, you wouldn’t believe. But it wasn’t these women’s fault—I tried, I really did, but I just never really clicked with anyone and I didn’t see the point in trying and—and risking my heart over again. But then I met you.” He smiles brightly and chuckles as though remembering something. “And everything was just so easy with you.” I open my mouth to retort, and seeing the look on my face, he chuckles and says, “Well, sure, we’ve had our problems—but I mean the connection between us. It just works with you—I’ve always been so comfortable with you, and you understand me in a way no one has ever understood me before. And you make me feel loved in a way no one ever has. I might not have known it at the time, but I fell in love with you the very first time we met. I remember you telling me about your research and what drew you to Tolkien’s work—and the passion in your voice was just…” He trails off then and smiles, and the love in his eyes makes my heart swell ten-fold.

“And to think I worried I was boring you by rambling about Tolkien,” I chuckle at the memory, trying to ignore the frenzied beating of my heart.

He smiles again before pressing a soft kiss onto my lips, his arms now wrapped around my waist as the sun sinks below the horizon, submerging us in the gentle glow of twilight.

“I know I’m leaving for a year soon…” Richard hesitantly breaks the agreement to avoid the topic of his departure during our holiday, and I look down at the unbuttoned collar of his linen shirt. “But I want you to know that… I can’t imagine my future without you. I want to enjoy many more lazy mornings with you and I want you to keep sharing all your brilliant thoughts with me.” I cannot help but chuckle and shake my head, and he smiles, squeezing my hand as he continues. “And I want us to go on many more holidays like this one where we dance under the stars and eat great food and have amazing sex,” he adds, causing me to blush, but then he swallows heavily, growing serious once more. “I guess I’m saying all this because… I want to reassure you that even though I’m leaving, you remain my priority. That future with you is my priority—and I’m sorry we have to put things on pause for a little while.”

I swallow heavily, slightly overwhelmed by the love behind his words and the tenderness in his eyes. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart,” he responds, ever so caring and patient with me, as he rests his forehead against mine.

“You know I want all that as well, right?” I eventually say.

Richard smiles. “Yes, I know. But it’s nice to hear you say it.”

I chuckle, then bite my lower lip. “You’re wrong about something, though,” I say, and he frowns. “We’re not putting anything on pause. It’s just something we have to go through. Sure, it might not be as nice as going on holiday in Italy or that amazing sex you referred to…” He squeezes my thigh, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “But it’s still part of that future—our future.”

His eyes locked on mine, he raises his large hands to cradle my face. “You saying that… you don’t know how much that means to me.”

I smile shyly before pressing my lips to his in a fleeting kiss, trying to calm down the frantic beating of my heart. “Now, how about that cake…”

Richard laughs, squeezing my waist. “Yes, please!” he exclaims, reaching out for the knife. “How big a slice do you want?”

I chuckle and nod in approval of the generous slice he offers me. The cake turns out to be even more delicious than it looks, and as the night air grows cooler and the streets below grow quieter, we take our time savouring it, exchanging loving glances and fleeting kisses.

Richard was definitely right; this holiday does just keep getting better.

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Birthday - June 25th

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Movie: The Hobbit

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea

“I’m sorry,” Thorin whispered gently into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, “I’m certain this wasn’t how you would celebrate your day of birth in your world, amrâlimê.”

The both you of were currently seated at the edge of the forest, near the cliff he had first found you, during his quest to reclaim his home. You were a shivering mess on the ground and bare feet, with nothing a fine thin dress that wrapped around your figure.

He had taken you in, a stranger he found so endearing and in need of help. You were sure, he if had left you that day, lost in this unknown world, you would have been long dead by now. But he took you in, accepted you for who you were, a human from another world that can be mistaken for a dwarrowdam.

He had learned to love you, as you had learned to love him. Day in and day out as the quest continued the depths of those mesmerising sapphires he possessed would haunt your dreams. You had never seen anything as beautiful as his eyes, there were so pure and raw, an enchantment that forever pulled you into its depths.

“You’re mistaken, my love,” You turned your head to pressed your lips softly against his bearded jaw, “It was more than enough... I’m here with you, in your world, with your people. What more can I possibly ask for you?” You whispered to him, as you rested against his chest, sighing in content.

Your world wasn’t always kind to you. It threw the worst of the worst at you, and you would have to climb with your bare hands and teeth, while everything pulled you down.

Here you laid content, safe and happy with everyone you loved around you. Bombur had even taken the opportunity to bake your favourite cake, it was only his first try and hence it was a small one, but it was his hard work that counted, presenting you with something you missed from your world.

Fíli and Kíli of course hadn’t stopped addressing you as their auntie and Dís loving you as her own sister. This is what you received, a family that loved you and a husband that believed in you greatly with so much faith and love.

There truly wasn’t anything more you could possibly ask for...

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Haldir

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Body Swap - June 21st

Characters and Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield and Thranduil / Thorin x Wife!Reader

Movie: The Hobbit

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea

AN: Ok, Thorin, Thrandy plz don’t come at me, this was just a joke!! Love you both!! 😂 @i-did-not-mean-to this is what I meant Angel! Also, I’m sorry no graphic for this, and I’m really busy for the next few days. Ok bye bye, Haldir is whining for my attention again! 😂 - Haldir: Shalini! Get off that thing and look at me chasing my tail or I will chew your slippers again!

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Looming Anniversary - June 27th

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Wife!Reader

Movie: The Hobbit

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea

A/N: Dedicated to all of us that desperately wants to give Thorin a hug!

You sighed and made your way over to your king and husband. He hadn’t been listening to a word you were saying for some time now. You had even left the room a few minutes back. He had not noticed your exit nor your return.

He sat there, on the chair of his study desk and gazed off into the distance. His eyes forgetting the present and being immersed in whatever his mind played as he gazed out into the outside. The cold draft blew in through the open doors of the balcony and he hadn’t even moved to close it, he simply gazed out into the view it gave him, but it wasn’t the low clouds or the wind that danced with the tops of trees, and bristles or fallen leaves he watched.

What he watched was in his mind’s eye and made him fade away from this world, mentally, because physically, he was still here. But how can one truly be here without bringing themselves to feel and react to the emotions a moment in time had brought forth?

You carefully placed your tray on his desk, and the aroma of the strong tea and freshly baked biscuits filled the room, but it was only when your hand had accidentally brushed against his did he awake into the moment again.

“Amrâlimê...” It was a heavy whisper laced in light shock as his eyes travelled to you, taking in both yourself and your movement. You smiled softly at him and grabbed the chair he had always set aside for you.

Sitting down carefully, you rested your hand on his, allowing your thumb to caress his strong calloused hands. These hands travelled through battlefields with the tight grasp of heavy weapons, powering through, channelling his bravery through every fight, but they also loved and caressed those close to his heart, one he cherished. So, you should know, for these hands held you tenderly close at night, keeping you warm and safe, made you come undone with their gentle but fast and firm strokes, caressing your skin as if they were silk on silk, and wiped away every tear that ran down your cheeks.

“I thought you would like some tea,” You said, cheerfully and grabbed the teapot. This time Thorin watched you, carefully, as you poured the tea into the mug, you were well known for those clumsy hands throughout this kingdom. They weren’t strong and made for heavy lifting like every other dwarrowdam, for you were half-human, inheriting all but your height from your mother.

You placed the mug carefully on the table and brought his hand towards it, he willingly let you, before he grabbed it himself and took a long gulp. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth, a little worried, hoping it wasn’t too hot to burn his insides.

“Don’t,” Thorin scowled, releasing your bottom lip from the hold of your teeth. The habit teased him endlessly and once he dove himself forward to release your lip with his own teeth, before pulling you in for a heated passionate kiss that led the both of you into bed for a night of ecstatic moans and whimpers.

Today, however, there seems to do much weighing on his mind to even think of making love, even though he would still gladly grant you the permission if you requested. But you didn’t, knowing it was the comfort he needed right now, rather than a release, the both of you can set that once aside for later... or after.

“Alright, but will you tell me what plagues your mind, husband?” You asked as you dipped a piece of biscuit into the tea and brought it to his lips.

He took it, the taste of it bringing little to no comfort to him, then, Thorin had signed out, “Nothing, dearest.”

You frowned, but it slowly turned into a light glare and you cupped his face gently, turning him to you, “Don’t lie to me,” You spoke the words sternly, “We are married, your bearings are also mine, husband. Do not keep yourself locked up from me,” You said, your thumbs caressing his face, and he hung his head down in shame, but your brought his gaze back to you, “I’m your one, know that I’ll never judge or dishonour you, for you are the breath of my life. I love you just the way you are, and I would like to comfort you in your time of need, just as you do for me.”

Suddenly, a broken sob reached your ears, and your heart sank, shattering at the sound of your strong dwarven king and husband breaking down in your arms.

“Husband? Thorin?” You pleaded, trying to brush past his tears and address whatever was their cause.

“The days are nearing to that time once again,” Thorin released his words in a strangled sob, a part of him shamed to allow tears near his beloved; allow him to destroy the walls he kept high and let you see the broken dwarf behind it all, but you were his one, his wife and queen, if he dared to share a tear or any broken part of himself, it would be with you, for he trusted you with everything within himself.

“Tell me, what days are nearing again? Thorin?” You gently brushed his hair and wiped away the tears streaming down his face and over his bearded cheeks.

“The days my grandfather was killed, how we lost so much and more during the battle of Moria, the disappearance of my father... everything!” He growled out, trying to keep his tears at bay.

“Oh, Thorin!” You immediately stood, and wrapped him to you, letting him bury his face into your body as you gently rocked him and ran a hand through his hair. He snaked his arms around your waist, gripping you tightly as he released a sob, that he had been trying to hold in. The sight fractured your heart into tiny pieces it was almost impossible to put it back together, at least not until you saw your husband smile again. You know by ‘we’ he had meant himself and his sister.

“Oh, my love,” You whispered. You wanted to ask for how long he had been holding this in, shoving it down into the pits of his heart like it did not matter and keeping up the appearance everyone expected of him.

But that was now important right now, “It is alright, their souls are safe. They have lived and taught you everything they possibly could. They are proud of you. You have come a long way. You, Thorin, my dear husband, raised your small family of your sister and her sons, reclaimed your once lost home, gave meaning to your nephews’ lives, and allowed your sister to seek out happiness again, with Dwalin. You have done so much, and more,” You held him closer, and kissed the top of his head.

“When my mother passed,” You began slowly, remembering the day how she had grown weak and frail; the final moments before humans had passed into the unknown, “My father told me, ‘when you loose someone... you gain a star, and they will look over you, shining in the sky for you’ live by that Thorin,” You whispered, holding him tenderly close.

You had dearly wished that Thorin and yourself had found each during those times. Therefore, from the very beginning, he could have sought the comfort he longed for. In all honesty it was Fíli and Kíli, that found you in the old human village, lost and in need of a blacksmith to strengthen your father’s sword.

They had led you to their home, a small wooden house at the end of the road. There, your future beloved was sitting on the couch just returning from his work, and Dís was within the kitchens trying to cook. Then, almost every day of the week you travelled to the other side of town, something drew you to him, and a part of you knew darn well, but could he take you, half-human and half-dwarf in?

While Dís and yourself had become quick friends, in seeing that you were close in age, only a few years younger than herself, with Thorin ,it was harder to befriend, even though you had caught him watching you from afar many times.

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