Erebor, Lonely Mountain

25. Thorin | No Escape (Modern)

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Love knows no bounds. But in the world there are always clear distinctive boundaries. Life and Death. Obviously the strongest there is, and yet Death seems to be far more lenient about what he bans from crossing his borders.

Each culture has their holidays surrounding that boundary, Dia de los Muertos for one and of course All Hallows' Eve as the most popular.

Well sit back because here's quite a tale to tell about one thunderously disastrous Halloween that shook a pair so deeply they clung to each other across that painful border to a disastrous end.

It starts of course like any other, with a storming off after a near boiling interaction with a far past sober boss and his top employee/impending replacement.

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Storming through a thunderous party in what he believed to be his apartment building Thorin rushes straight for the door bearing his number, raced inside before a familiar blonde could spot him and slammed the door behind him. But over the near deafening music pouring through the hall none were the wiser. With locks secure his first staggering breath slipped free feeling his furious sobs about to finally slip free when his eyes rose to where his bed should be only to find a poufy pastel zebra striped fake fur comforter with a pj clad woman curled up cradling a cup of tea through a twilight zone marathon.

Knowing he should turn and flee something about this room begged him to stay. The bed nearly calling him as the honey dripped voice of what he could sense as a flesh coated angel in disguise beckoned him closer with the promise of a nice cup of tea. His body dropped heavily to sit on the cloud like mattress as he watched the long bare legs of the woman on her path to her kitchen, nearly fully on display under her short shorts and fallen down fuzzy socks both in a pale green to match the sea horse on her jet black tank top. Across her back her drooping curl filled ponytail swung lazily with each step as a clear scent of blackberry tea filled the air from her mug and the fresh one she had just poured for him.

On her trip back she caught his eye revealing the shimmering amber hue from within contrasted even brighter against her Raven hair. And through her pouty lips in her moment of focus in safely settling the mug in his open palms she asked, "Care to talk about it?"

Once again meeting his eyes with an innocently yearning to help expression on her face stirring him to say, "It's just my boss."

She nodded climbing back into her former nesting spot and claiming her mug, "And?"

One simple word and he could feel it all spilling free, starting at the very beginning and delving fully into today, animatedly swinging his clenched fists to mock each time he'd claimed to wish to harm the man. But the farther he got he'd found his shoes were cast aside and his formerly tended body had shifted and eased back to rest his head in her lap with her silky smooth fingers dancing across his temples and into his hair all the way to the back of his neck stirring the most of the furious spillage freezing approving hums and near moans.

In the silence of the room formerly echoing with the party outside his body had settled higher on her lap allowing her fingers to slide along his broad chiseled chest under his practically painted on baby blue button down shirt formerly covered by his black suit jacket and tie also now lying carelessly discarded as the slumbering giant felt at peace here with this stranger. Sinking deeper into the temptation of possibly staying here, with her, eternally at peace in her arms.

With a gentle tap on his shoulder Thorin stirred and tilted his head up at this loving stranger who'd been watching the clock with baited breath while he rested. Two minutes past one in the morning and he'd stirred, sitting up as she said, "It's after one. Enjoy your nap?"