Raging Fire

Chapter 17 'The King'

he laid her on the cold stone floor. He wouldn't have done that if he wasn't in a hurry. He saw loose stitches and lots of blood. How could he possibly fix this?

He panicked, what else could he possibly do? Fíli tangled up his hands in his hair. He looked around and only saw towels. Perfect. Maybe he could stop the bleeding? He had to find Oin. He ran out of the bathroom, but turned around immediately. She was still laying naked on the floor. He laid out some of the softest looking towels, and laid Enelya on top of them. Next problem, she was still nude. He grabbed another towel and covered up her boobs and her privates. Now he could find the healer. Fíli ran out of the bathroom, where could he be? He heard people walking in the distance, Thorin, he recognized, his uncle was yelling again. "TO THE GATE! NOW!" He spotted Oin walking next to Bifur and ran up to him. "Oin! Please, help me. It's Enelya, she's got this wound, it's bleeding, I cannot stop it... Help!" He noticed the rest of the company turn around, he didn't see Kíli or Altáriël anywhere. Oin's eyes widened after he had talked. "Alright, I will come." He had noticed the prince's distress. and if he was worried, it had to be very bad. Thorin had never turned around, he was still marching towards the gate. Fíli quietly asked them to move again, so his uncle wouldn't see them.
When they arrived at the bathroom, Fíli warned Oin for the lack of clothes, he told him he was just cleaning her up and the other dwarf had laughed before rushing inside. "Ay, this needs some new stitches, and done professionally this time. Whoever did this almost killed her." Oin concluded. The healer had examined the wound and saw that the stitched Legolas had given her were too far apart. If they had done it well, she wouldn't get a scar, but now her side would forever be scarred. A memory of her adventure, the decision between two men and her stupidity of attacking an army of orcs with only two elves to kill them. The wound looked worse than it actually was according to Oin. He had stitched it up and bandaged it somehow without throwing the towels of her body, which Fíli was grateful for of course. The prince had lifted her up once again, but this time to put her on Altáriël's bed so she could sleep peacefully. Altáriël would sleep in Kíli's room anyway.

Altáriël had fallen asleep on his chest. The gentle falling and rising was some sort of a lullaby, and the combination of his heartbeat and the activities they participated in earlier guaranteed her a deep sleep. "Altá, Altá. Wake up!" Kíli was calling for her, she felt movement beneath her. But the girl was too fast asleep to open her eyes. Somehow she could never wake up when she slept on Kíli's chest. There was another voice, Bifur, he was trying to get her to move as well. "Just five more minutes guys." And she yawned. Altáriël heard Bifur leave, and hugged Kíli a bit closer, the tiny hairs on his chest tickled her nose. This was heaven for her. Never had she felt more at peace then right now. But her peace was gone when he had found another way to wake her up. He began poking her side, and tickling her. If there is one thing Altáriël can't handle, it's people tickling her. She began laughing, the laughs turned into screams trying to get him to stop. They rolled of off Kíli's cloak. The fabric had covered up most of them when Bifur had come, but now the pair was rolling naked through the money. He pinned her arms to the ground and kissed her, the brunette closed her eyes again, and decided to get revenge. If she would roll them over, he would land up on the cold coins, and then she could tickle him back.... Kíli was suddenly flipped over, his girl sitting on top of him with a leg on each side. It was one sight to see again. She was still completely naked and her hair was all messed up, yet she was confident in her every move. He took all of this in, and then there was another voice; "Kíli! Altá! We must come to the gate immediately!" Kíli looked at his girlfriend with a pleading look. "Pleeeaase my Queen, just another five minutes. I want you." A quick kiss was all he got before she stood up. wiggling her eyebrows and turning around.
"Altá, come here." Thorin was instructing the company to close the broken gate. Stone upon stone upon stone was carried to make their fortress safe. The girl wandered over to the king, he wanted her to help secure the mountain. She was a very good strategist after all. Alrtáriël instructed him to destroy the bridge that led to the mountain, and to make sure they still had a hole in their new made wall so the people of Laketown could bargain with the dwarves. "I want this fortress made safe by sunup. This mountain was hard won – I will not see it taken again." Altá had begun to carry stones again, struggling with the weight of one until Dwalin helped her. She didn't like Thorin as he was now, she missed the bed of coins she shared with Kíli, his words still on her mind. He wanted her. "The people of Laketown have nothing. They came to us in need. They have lost everything." Her lover exclaimed. She wanted to help him, defend his argument. But she was afraid Thorin would turn on her. She was assumed to be 'friends' with elves even after her actions in Mirkwood. "Do not tell me what they have lost. I know well enough their hardship. Those who have lived to dragonfire should rejoice. They have much to be grateful for." Altá never would have thought the dragonsickness would have such an effect on him. Thorin demanded more stone, but she walked away unseen. How could she not? Enelya wasn't here to guide her. The man she loved like a father thought she would betrayed him, she had in a way though, she knew Bilbo had his precious stone. Everywhere around her she saw sadness. Her only light in the darkness was Kíli.
It had become night, Bofur stood watch luckily. The other dwarves had gone to bed, Altáriël and Kíli were the only ones besides Thorin to be awake. But the King under the Mountain was wandering through his many halls. The pair of lovers had no bother of him. They were currently in one of the royal suites. Enjoying some time alone. "Kíli, remember what you said this morning?" Altá teased him, it had become a habit Kíli didn't mind at all. He was laying on his back on the king-sized bed, watching the girl's every move with excitement. She smirked a smirk only she could pull off, and came closer. Crawling on the bed and on top of her boyfriend again. "I don't actually, do enlighten me, my love." She grabbed the collar of his robes and pulled him closer; "I think you do uzbadu men."[My lord (Khuzdul)] Kíli went in for a kiss, but that wasn't what she was up to. She started rolling her hips against his, hoping to repeat last night's activities. Her lover knew what she was up to and made no effort of stopping her, instead he did the opposite; her neck had become a map already, purple hickeys from the nights before guided him to those sweet spots. His movements encouraged her to speed hers up. There was already a clear bulge that had started to form in Kíli's pants, and Altáriël smiled once again. She had wanted him all day. His strong arms that carried the stones, his grunts every time he had to lift one. "I love you, I love you so damn much Altá." He whispered, she kissed him, making him shut up. "I love you too. You're my King, I will always love you." She answered before kissing him again. He rolled them over at her sweet words, if he was her King, she was his Queen. In that case she deserved to be treated as one. The position was the exact same as yesterday, he could never get tired of seeing her like this. She had actually pulled on pyjamas for once, but it was of no use, he would rip them off her sweet body in seconds. The silken black fabric slid of her body, all of her exposed, just there for him for the taking. His eyes had lingered upon her beauty too long for her to make her move. She was on top once again. "When are you ever going to learn about my need to be in control?" She asked him. Her hips started their desired movements again, the prince moaned. She brought her lips to his ear again; "Are you ready?" Kíli could only nod. The girl then proceeded to undress him in seconds, his cloak first, then his blouse and his trousers. She winked at him, moving so she was in the position he so craved. He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to be in control again. Once more they flipped positions, and he slowly slid himself in her. It was easier this time, but did not feel less pleasurable. He picked up a pace, and Altá let out an involuntary moan. She never would have guessed that not being in control could feel so good. His thumbs made tiny circles on her hips as she continued to make noises of pure bliss. Kíli joined her sighs and they neared that edge again. Altáriël came first, exploding all over her lover. She swore she could see stars, but Kíli wasn't there yet, he continued his actions. Before he could finish there was a rather heavy knock at the door. "Altá, Kíli! I need your help this instant!" Thorin asked, Altáriël came falling down from her high as Kíli reached his edge, an animalistic sound passed his lips. Altá grabbed his shoulders and kissed him, hoping to reduce as much of the sounds as possible. Suddenly the doors busted open. "We are... In Durin's name! What on earth are you two doing!" The King yelled. Kíli covered them up with the sheets, blushing furiously. "Uhh, I'm sorry uncle. Altá and I are currently a bit busy, I'm sorry." He had never been more frightened than he was now. His uncle, who had a severe dragonsickness, had caught him making love to his adopted daughter... Dwalin came into the door opening next, but disappeared as soon as he looked into the room. "My King, Thorin, perhaps it is best if we leave them for now? We can check out this new situation ourselves right?" Dwalin attempted to save the couple from more awkwardness. Thorin nodded and closed the doors, A new treat had formed itself outside their safe walls. Apparently he believed that they had to have Altá and Kíli with them. The pair looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. They moved so they were completely covered now. Hoping no one else would disturb them. The interruption seemed to be forgotten again when Altá spoke up; "Do you think we will actually go to war with the elves?" Kíli sighed, he knew that they both knew they would. But if they would go to war, he wanted to do something first. He said yes and turned to face his love. "But if we are going to fight, I want to fight alongside each other. Not just as lovers, but as husband and wife. Altá Alcarin, I know we have only been together officially for 3 days now. But will you marry me?" He reached out to grab the ring out of his pants, the damn thing had somehow remained on the bed after all. His girl looked at him. She had never been speechless before, so she just kissed him. Kíli slipped the ring on his now Fiancée's ring finger. Nothing could go wrong now.

"Enelya, lay still. Your wound hasn't healed yet." As soon as Enelya had woken up she tried to get out of bed. She knew exactly who had put her there. Fíli. There were no words to describe the feelings she felt for him. And when she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, she started to cry. She had kissed him, then Legolas, and then Fíli again. Love was so confusing. The dwarf looked at her in shock, he had at least hoped she would be happy to see him. "What's wrong Enelya?" Fíli asked her, he put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, but she pushed him away. "I am so stupid! Why must life be so confusing Fíli? I have kissed you because I have these feelings for you, but whenever I am with you, I miss Legolas. And when I kissed him because I felt those sparks every time we touch, I wanted his lips to be yours. That's what's wrong. I love you both yet I cant. But I also cannot decide." This all came out of her mouth rather quick. Fíli realised that she did never truly love him when he had kissed her. The elven prince had a piece of her heart as well. He shushed her, told her it would be alright. "You will have to make your choice in the end my love. And when you do you must choose who your heart most desires. I could get Altáriël for you. Perhaps she can help." The tears had not stopped falling out of her eyes, she looked up at him. She had told him she didn't want Altáriël to know she was there. They were supposed to part ways after Laketown. But what if she were to choose for the dwarf? She knew that he would treat her as a princess, and she would see Altáriël as well. "You will not have to get Altáriël for me Fíli, I have made my choice." Enelya closed the space between them, kissing Fíli once again. There was no doubt this time as their lips clashed together. His soft lips on her still chapped ones. Fíli's hand went up to her cheek wiping away her tears once again.
Thranduil had made sure his archers were in the right place. And all the company could do now was prepare for war. Enelya and Fíli had been filled in over Thorin's decision. It was time Enelya would reveal herself to her friend. She saw her chasing Kíli, he had stolen one of her daggers, and she was trying to get it back. It was a funny sight to see, Altáriël was usually the one that would tease others. They were perfect together. It was now or never, Enelya called her best friend's name.
She was chasing Kíli when she heard her name. The voice she recognized immediately. Altáriël stopped chasing her lover and turned. There, Enelya was waiting for her to notice her, holding hands with Fíli. The brunette was confused for a moment, not moving until Kíli put the stolen dagger back in place. She ran over to her friend, she never thought she would see Enelya so soon again. The girls hugged each other, but when Enelya made a sound of pain they let go. "I'M ENGAGED! What on earth have you done? I'm the one that's supposed to get hurt, not you?" Enelya was about to tell Altáriël the whole story about Legolas and Fíli, when she realised what her friend just said. She was about to answer when Thorin commanded everyone to suit up for war.

I do not own the hobbit, I only own Altáriël and Enelya.