Lady of the Dwarves (Thorin Oakenshield fanfic)

Meeting Beorn and Mirkwood

Thorin P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of firewood being chopped. Myra was laying on my chest, peacefully asleep. This felt a bit surreal to have found love much less my wife on a perilous journey. I stayed in bed a bit longer, admiring her as our bodies remained entwined. Despite the height difference, we fit each other fairly well. Who would have thought that an elven princess would be my queen. She was slowly waking up as I stroked her back.

"Mmm, good morning my dear husband. Sleep well?" Myra sweetly asked me as she gazed into my eyes.

"The best, my sweet wife." I replied as I leaned down to give her a kiss. I quickly put her underneath me and began kissing every part of her.

"Thoriiin. We. need. to. get. back . to. the .men." Myra protested between kisses. I finally let her get up and we both got dressed. She cleaned the room with her magic, covering our tracks. We went to the front door where Gandalf was instructing the others. He ordered us to come out slowly in pairs, except for Bombur,  to avoid startling our host and being torn apart. Gandalf and Bilbo went out first, only because I held onto Myra. I wasn't about to let my wife out of my sight or in even more danger.

Bofur appointed himself the lookout as he watched the exchange form the small window next to the front door. I did my best to console an extremely nervous Myra but Bofur was hardly helping. He kept sending more of the company out which agitated our host more. Gandalf truly had his work cut out for him as he tried to ease the tension. Myra and I came out last as I held my ground. Beorn looked at me for a moment before his attention lingered on Myra. With him calm, we all went back inside the house and were treated to a meal.

"So you are the one they call Oakenshield. Tell me why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?" Beorn asked as he poured milk for the table. He kept looking at Myra as if he knew her.

"You know of Azog. How?" I replied

"My people were the first to live in the mountains. Before, the orcs came down from the north. The defiler killed most of my family. But some he enslaved, not for work you understand but for sport. Caging skinchangers and torturing them seemed to amuse him." Beorn recounted as the room fell silent.

"There are others like you?" Bilbo asked

"Once there were many, her father ensured that. Now there is only one." Beorn replied as he looked at Myra. "It is good to know that some of his children survived. Hardly anything good comes from rumour, now."

"You knew her father?" Bilbo asked

"Only heard stories of him. He died long before my time though my grandfather spoke of him. He was a boy during that time. This area was full of life and we prospered from their protection. They asked nothing of us in return, only doing their duty. They cared about the world and their neighbours. When Moradia fell, this area became twisted and dark." Beorn explained as he moved closer to us "But you can change that. You are the only rightful heir, the only one who can bring life back to this area. You better stay alive."

"You need to reach the mountain before the last day of Autumn." Beorn said

"Before Durin's day falls, yes." Gandalf confirmed. I felt my anxiety heighten at our approaching deadline. Myra sensed my uneasiness and began to stroke my head, which helped a bit.

"You are running out of time." Beorn reminded us.

"Which is why we must go through Mirkwood." Gandalf suggested. I nestled further into Myra as I felt my blood boil.