The Gathering Storm. The Hobbit fanfic. A Thorin Oakenshield love story.

Chapter 55: The Line of Durin.

Taryn ignored Thorin's question as she let herself drop down onto the ground, trying to catch her breath. She suddenly did not feel very well. Thorin knelt down next to her. He shrugged his fur coat off his shoulders and wrapped it around her shoulders. He looked at Taryn with worry in his eyes.

"Taryn are you okay? Is your wound bothering you?" He asked with a concerned tone of voice.

Taryn shook her head slowly. "My wound is fine. I'm just feeling sick again."

"Are you with child?" Thorin asked her again. Thorin thought to himself how much, he wanted it to be true. For Mahal to bless him with his own child. He loved watching Fíli and Kíli grow up and helping his sister when their father died. He liked being a father figure for them both, but he wanted children of his own. He just never thought he would be blessed with his own children, after he thought Taryn died.

"I think I may be, but I'm not officially sure Thorin. But I have been feeling and getting sick," she said as she let out a small smile. Really after being separated from Thorin, she never thought of having children. But she did want to be a mother, she just did not like feeling sick.

Thorin tried to hide the small smile on his lips, but Taryn could see it. He then shot a look over to Óin. Who walked over from where he stood with the rest of the group. "How long have you felt like his lass? And do you have any other symptoms?" Óin asked Taryn.

"Well it started around the time when we were on the Misty Mountains pass. Before we got captured by the Goblins," she said with a sigh as she thought back to the Goblins and Orcs. "But I haven't been around many pregnant elves. So I don't know what other symptoms would be."

Óin nodded his head as he listened to Taryn talk. "Well mood swings, backaches, but the biggest and most important one would be if you have missed your monthly women's curse since the wedding," Óin said to her.

Taryn scrunched up her eyebrows, as she thought back. She tried to focus on the questions, instead of the feeling of needing to puke again. She knew that she had packed cloth pads for her monthly women's curse. But she remembered not needing to use them, which meant only one thing. That she never got it since after the wedding. And her emotions/moods were going nuts, especially during the Orc attack. But she thought that had to do with what was going on. Captured by Goblins, attacked by the Goblins, and finally attacked by Wargs, Orcs, and Azog. She also had lower back pains lately. So maybe she really was pregnant. Of course they wouldn't know for sure until she began to show though.

Thorin watched her as she seemed to be thinking to herself. "Well she has definitely been emotional," he said answering for her.

Taryn frowned at him. "Of course I've been emotional. You almost died," she huffed out as she crossed her arms over her chest. "But yes, I have been emotion and I've had some lower backaches. But most important I haven't received my monthly curse since after the wedding."

"Well we won't know for sure until you start showing. But it sounds like you are with child, still early on though. Maybe a month along at the most," Óin said to Taryn.

Thorin's smile was beaming and he didn't give Taryn time to react before he lifted her up off the ground and spun her around. He made sure to be careful of her wounds from the Warg as he held her in his arms.

He happily chuckled, his sapphire blue eyes sparkling as he looked at Taryn. Carefully he placed her back on the ground and pulled her in for a breathtaking kiss. "You really think I'm going to be a father?" he asked.

Taryn was still feeling sick and how her head was also spinning from being spun around. She felt like she was going to topple over, but she didn't. "I do believe you are," she said to him as she smiled. And tried to hide her nauseated feeling. "But we will know for sure, if I start to show soon"