Misty Mountains

Chapter Six: The Return

Arnial woke with a slight jerk, she remembered the orcs and the fire from the night before but not really where she was now. She was so groggy and as she stretched she felt the pain in her muscles from all that had happened the night before. She rolled over onto her other side and blinked a few times in surprise at the sight before her.

She remembered that she and Thorin had escaped, that he had come to her rescue, and that he had agreed to keep her warm that night to avoid using a fire. As she watched him sleeping the full night came back to her, she had agreed to be his queen.

Arnial tilted her head examining him a bit more closely now while he slept. He was naked she knew beneath the cloak they had slept under and she moved the claok so she could see a bit more of him but still be respectful. His chest had light scars from battle on it that she knew were all years old, his body was toned from years of work and combat. His long black hair was a tangled mess right now after the swim in the river and his usual tidy beard was in similair conditions.

One thing that would always be a draw for her were his eyes, they were like storm clouds and so expressive.

Arnial leaned a bit closer and pressed her finger tips gently against his bare chest, she heard his breath catch as his lips parted. His eyes flickered open and he turned to look at the she elf, his eyes were narrowed at her for a brief moment. She felt worried that he had spoke only out of exhaustion last night to calm her as he watched her.

Thorin reached his hand out slowly and stroked her hair back away from her face "You are quite a beauty in the morning."

Arnial smiled softly and she could feel heat in her cheeks as she pulled herself a bit closer to him. When he opened his arms to her she laid herself against his chest and blushed as her bare breasts brushed against his ribs. She could hear his breath catch and he shifted slightly looking at her closely. Turning onto his side he ran his hands gently over her face causing her to close her eyes in pleasure. She felt his hand slowly run down to her neck, her shoulder, and then around to her chest to trace the scar across her chest.

She felt his arms link around her and he pulled her gently against him, her chest pressing to his. She felt his manhood twitch against her as her naked body was pressed to him and her eyes opened to look up at him.

His eyes were gentle and warm as her leaned close lips barely touching hers as he spoke.

"You will be my queen?" he asked softly. "You can refuse."

"I would be what you would want me to be my king." she sighed against his lips.

Thorin leaned forward pressing his lips to hers the kiss started gentle at first but as he pulled her tight to him it became fevered and full of need. She submitted to him letting him part her lips to taste her on his tongue and he pushed her slowly onto her back pulling himself ontop of her body. Arnial moaned against his lips as he let his hands search her body running over her.

He moaned and pulled his mouth from hers panting "I want you now."

Arnial gasped as his mouth began to work its way down her neck slowly going to the scar which he kissed as passionately as he had her mouth.

"You have to say it." Thorin moaned.

She gasped her hand fisting in his black hair stopping him "I.. need to .. breath."

Thorin chuckled lightly and pulled himself back to where he could set his forehead against her's. His eyes searched her face while a smirk lit his face as he enjoyed seeing her so open to him.

"Should I stop?" he asked mostly joking but he did remember that the elves were an uptight people when it came to tradition.

Dwarves did not consider sex before marriage to be so shameful though it was frowned upon when it was taken so lightly, he knew they would be displeased if the king were caught being so forward. He could only imagine what the elves would say if their selected bride were caught in the bed of the king without a formal proclamation to her new status.