The air was laden with heat. The sky was shining brightly. The stars were dancing around the moon above the peaceful kingdom of Lothlórien. The elves were already fast asleep as Irmo ruled over their dreams. The light that lit the majestic trees was...
A/N: Here is the third chapter!! Chapter 4 will be ready soon 😉
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Chapter 3: The white light
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Elentári woke up in a start. She looked around her surroundings, feeling confused and disoriented until her cheek bushed against a soft material. The half-elf frowned and lifted her hand to brush over the fluffy fur as she sat up on the sofa she was lying on. Her cold hands pulled the fur coat off her shoulders and into her lap to observe it. As soon as her eyes landed on the thick coat, her eyes widen.
This was Thorin's coat.
The half-elf couldn't deny that she had felt rather warm and comfortable the entire night thanks to this coat but she couldn't help but wonder why the dwarf king would cover her up with his coat when it was obvious that he didn't like her. He was barely tolerating her presence...
Elen sighed but decided to use the coat as Thorin was nowhere to be seen. She slowly put the coat on and chuckled to herself as she saw how big it looked on her. Elen tightened the coat around her small frame and buried her face into the fur one last time before she decided to get up. The half-elf sighed as the intoxicating sent of Thorin surrounded her. The coat smelt like rain, smoke, iron and some kind of musk that made her blush without even knowing why. The girl shook her head and stepped over the two Durin brothers who were sleeping on the floor before the sofa. She smiled at the position they were sleeping in. Fili and Kili were lying on their backs with their arms and legs stretched out. Kili had his right hand over Fili's face and they were both snoring loudly. Elen stepped over a few other dwarves and reached the kitchen. Gandalf and Thorin were absent but as she walked over the kitchen sink to prepare a quick breakfast for the company, movements from outside the small kitchen window caught her attention.
Thorin and Gandalf were sitting on a bench before Bilbo's house, smoking their pipes and discussing something quietly. Elen smiled and turned back toward the sink, thinking about something to bake. The girl walked into the hobbits' pillaged pantry to find that the dwarves had only left out a few eggs, a ham and some bacon. She shrugged and took everything back to the kitchen then started to cook peacefully. She loved morning like these, the weather would be great and she was excited to finally leave the routine she lived in the Lothlórien.
"You seem to appreciate the warmth of my coat, Miss Elentári." A deep but quiet voice brought Elen out of her daydream, making her gasp and jump before she turned around to see a smirking Thorin leaning over the doorway of the kitchen. Elen blushed as she saw his eyes attached to her face.
"Well... I'm sorry I kept it on. I was still cold but hm..." Elen stuttered then cleared her throat. "Thank you for letting me borrow it. I mean... thank you for covering me during the night." Her voice came out as a gentle and shy whisper as she shrugged the coat off and walked the small distance that separated Thorin to her. Elen extended her arm to give the coat back to the king, which Thorin gladly took. Their hands brushed for a second, soft and cold against rough and warm. The dwarf looked up with a frown, his icy blue eyes staring at her face.
