Born from Stone (A Thorin Oakenshield story)

Ultimate betrayal

"Thorin?" She closed the door behind her.

The moment his eyes looked at her, he felt his knees unlocking. He leaned back against the cabinet to keep himself from falling down. Every single word from the accursed mouth of Nytrhasir returned a thousandfold to unravel all his threads onto the stone floor of his office. She was standing by the door watching him with a pained expression he wished he could erase from her features. A bouquet of snow flowers was in her hands. She followed his eyes and tried to smile brightly.

"They are for you. To fix your mood." She said and came over to place them at his desk.

He was looking at them frozen.

"Do you like them?" she bit her lower lip.

He winced. "Eilin listen..."

She beamed up to him the brightest smile she could master. "They come along with many hugs, endless kisses and anything you require of me to reveal."

He looked up quickly and felt his breath catching. "Anything?" He whispered.

She grinned and approached. "Anything! I've been really messing up with your mind lately and now look at the results. You have done everything to make me feel loved, you have pledged your heart to me in front of your kingdom and look what I've done to you. You look almost broken" -her smile faded at these words- "I don't even know if I am allowed to come closer to you. The vibes I am getting from you are not good and I want to change that so much. Let me help you please."

He squeezed his eyes tight and covered part of his eyes. His hand was visibly trembling. "There is only one way to help me right now Eilin."

She sensed his distress and embraced him furiously. The moment her arms came around him, he felt as if everything could still be right in the world. His arms wrapped quickly around her, and he grabbed onto her like a drowning man grabs a floating wood to save his life. At this point only she could save him or kill him and she had no idea how much power she had over him.

"What is the matter my love?" She pushed back in order to see his face and her palms smoothed his hair away from his forehead and cheeks.

He squeezed his eyes tight trying to keep himself in check. He knew he was losing control on all the suppressed emotions of the past few days...fast.

"Why are you like this? What happened to you?" She whispered.

"You don't understand," he began but instantly had to stop. He found it impossible to open his mouth without releasing the tears that were hiding behind the floodgates of his eyes.

Her mouth touched his delicately and he shook down to his core. He never expected his mouth to respond as demandingly as it did. It felt as if he wanted in some manner to announce that he was still in control of everything, when he was clearly not. His kiss bordered to desperate and his nails clawed on her thin shoulders painfully. If he could overlook all these painful words of Nyrthrasir he would have stripped her from the waist down and would have taken her right here upon his desk in order to validate his hold on her. To reaffirm his domination over her body against the other man that declared that he owned a part of her also. She must have felt his need, because she led his hand to her womanhood with no restraints and spoke onto his half open, panting lips. "I am here for you. Take it all out on me."

Those words were enough to undo him. His eyes were unable to hold the hot tears behind his eyelids anymore. They ran down his cheeks, between her fingers. Staining her palm. He drew his hand back as if he had touched fire and pulled away from her lips heaving, "No!"

She frowned and cupped his cheeks between her hands, "why are you crying? What happened out there in the campaign Thorin? Why are you like this? You are scaring me..." she whispered, but her adoring look was lost at his sealed eyes.