Loving a Prince

Sorry's

Video: Beorn part
Picture: what Serena looks like.

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The 15 pairs of eyes were still on me. It's been a good 5 minutes and they were still staring at me. I was smiling like crazy.

"Serena?" Kili said and walked up to me.

"Yes." I say still grinning.

"Please, do explain!" Thorin said angrily.

"Beorn is my father." I said and then lost my smile, "I thought he was dead."

We all then sat by a fire place and were telling story's. Kili and I were sharing a couch with each other. I felt him take my hand in his and I smiled.

"I'm not letting you go so you can scare me again!" He whispered into my ear.

I giggled and said, "Dang it!"

I looked up at him and we both smiled at each other. I so badly wanted to kiss him but the others were around.

Soon everyone started to get sleepy and I began to too.

I placed my sleeping bag on the ground and saw someone else putting there's next to mine. I looked up to see Kili.

I looked back and smiled to myself.

I laid down and so did Kili. I couldn't help it so I scooted over so I was right next to Kili.

I turned on my side and so did he. I could tell he was waiting for everyone to fall asleep so he could tell me something.

I sighed and played with a strand of string on his sleeping bag. We waited a few minutes until he put his big hand on my small one.

I looked at him and he wore a apologetic look on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Serena I'm sorry I held you back from your father." he said with a sigh.

"Oh Kili I could never get mad at you." I said placing a hand on the side of his face.

"I-I- thought... he-he... was-" he stumbled.

"My mate?" I said.

"Yes," he said in a small voice with a sigh.

I giggled a little and could tell he was blushing in the moonlight.

"Kili, why would you ever think that?.... Besides you're mine." I said.

He looked surprised but then pulled me closer to him. He crashed his lips onto mine and we stayed like that for what seems like an hour. But it wasn't enough time.

We pulled away and we rested our foreheads in each other's. We were breathing heavy and smiling.

He had his arms around my waist and mine were around his neck.

For once in my life I felt safe and complete. My father wasn't dead and I had a mate that cared about me.

We went to sleep together. My head and hand on his chest and his arms securely around my waist.

Everything was perfect.

Safe and complete.