The journey to Erebor was the longest you had ever taken, and that was saying something. You had traveled so many places, some even farther than this trek, but this felt the longest. You weren't sure if it was because your legs were longer than most of the company’s, because you were the only female, or because you were an Elf with a bunch of Dwarrows. Let’s not forget the Hobbit and the Wizard, but you had no quarrel with them.
There was a certain Dwarf in particular that made you want to jump off a cliff: Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain. He made it well known in the beginning of your joining that he was not pleased. There were a few threats thrown and curses in Elvish and Khuzdul, but you still went with them. You would have anyway, just to annoy the leader by your presence.
That was how you became friends with the small Hobbit, Bilbo. His love of your people and culture automatically drew him to you and the fact that he seemed so interested was why you both had become friends quite quickly. You would even allow him to climb on your back when he was dragging behind since he was slower than everyone else. That was after you had no ponies, mind.
That’s where Bilbo was now as a matter of fact. Your laugh could be heard through the company, making everyone, except Thorin and Dwalin, smile at the sound. Your small friend would tell you some stories of when he was younger, of how he landed in the muddy flowerbed of his home as he tried to run away from disturbed bees. After he would tell you one then you would do the same; sharing stories that were fun and full of joy since you had plenty of seriousness in the quest.
The group eventually began warming up to you, even Dwalin, although he tried his best to hide it when his king was near. The youngest dwarves finally began picking on you, letting you know that you were a friend to them now. Especially Kili who would wink at you every once in a while to make you turn red before he laughed.
Thorin was the only one who distanced himself even more from you. In the beginning he would at least glare at you and make remarks to you even though they were forced. Now, though, he would ignore you completely even if you asked him a question straight to his face. The king didn't even speak long enough to you to spit your task at you. Instead, you had to help where you thought you were needed most which was usually hunting.
Hunting and trapping were your specialty with a little bit of Elven medicine thrown in which made you almost a necessity to the group. With being an Elf came many helpful things such as a light step and keen eyes. Sometimes Bilbo would jest about being replaced as the burglar since you were so useful. You were also pretty helpful when it came to the night watch seeing as you didn't need as much sleep as the rest. Instead of two grumpy dwarves having to wake up, only one had to and usually you let them sleep anyway.
That was exactly what you were doing when Thorin sat down about five feet from you. You were looking up at the night sky, staring at the stars when the shuffling of feet were heard behind you. You didn't say anything when Thorin was there, doing your best not to even look at the handsome king.
The steel blue orbs seemed to glow as he looked at the moon, his hair falling down his back and mixing with the darkness that surrounded the both of you. The fire had died long ago. Streaks of silver were almost white in his mane and beard as he looked on. If the streaks didn't give away a bit of his age, the slight wrinkles around his eyes and along his forehead did, but those just added beauty to the dwarf beside you.
You chastised yourself for looking - no, staring - at him when you told yourself you wouldn't. Tearing your eyes away from him would be the start of the hardest tasks of that night, but you did it, remembering that even someone as handsome as him could have hatred running through his veins. The thought made your own blood sizzle, thinking of how he stereotyped you with your kin. Had you not proven your worth? Couldn't he tell that you weren't like everyone else?
“What brought this on,” the dwarf beside you asked gruffly.
That was when you realized you had spoken out loud. ‘Might as well continue,’ you thought to yourself as you cleared your throat. “Ah, so you do know I exist,” was all you said as every word dripped with sarcasm.
The king only scoffed, still not looking at you. He had no reason to say anything to you; that’s what he said finally after moments of silence.
Your eyes were aflame at hearing his words, your hands bawled into fists while accidentally tearing up some of the grass that had gotten in between your fingers. “Oh yes, I forgot, Master Oakenshield is the King, he has no reason to talk to anyone since he’s so high and mighty. ‘I have to show I’m better than an elf because I have to make up for my shortness.’ Is that what it is, you ignore me because you’re angered that someone, let alone a female, is taller than you and you have to look up?” You stood up, not even trying to wipe off the dirt and grass attached to your clothes.
“Well guess what, Thorin Oakenshield, even if I was half your height I would still be ten times the dwarf you are.”
You went to say more, but before you could he tackled you and pinned you beneath him, the rage in his eyes matching your own. “Do not dare speak to me that way, wench, or we can leave you here when we pack up camp tomorrow. We can get on just fine without you.”
You shoved him off of you, your strength surprising him as his back hit the ground and he hissed at the slight pain. “You think so? Fine, let’s see you try.” You didn't care that you told them that you would lead the company through Mirkwood safely nor did you care that you were probably the only one that could get King Thranduil off of their back if they were caught. You stuffed your pack and walked off, but not before kissing Bilbo on the cheek.
It had been days since you had left, and boy was the company feeling it. Since you had left, tempers were high, especially Bilbo’s, everyone was hungry and the healing herbs were running low. Even Dwalin was grumbling as the group of males walked on through the poisonous woods after they had left Beorn’s house.
“Which way do we go now, Uncle; I assume you know,” Kili said with snark from the middle of the group.
“Kili, I know where we’re going. Take that tone with me again and I’ll silence you myself.” Thorin was even more bearish than usual. Ever since you left, he slowly became grumpier, but he didn't know if it was because he might feel bad or because everyone was giving him trouble.
After everyone had split up to find the path again, that was when he saw it. A tall figure glowing in the darkness of the forest, coming closer to him. The dwarf recognized the shape, one he had dreamed about many times even though he would never admit it. You had come back, but how?
Your voice was like an angelic echo to him as you spoke. “I told you that you would need me, Thorin Oakenshield. Now will you tell me why you treated me as such?”
The king looked to his boots, but he couldn't for long as he was afraid you would leave again. “I-I cannot.”
You arched an eyebrow before shrugging. “Then I guess I better get going, have fun in this maze.”
Even though your words sounded slow, your movements looked too fast for him, but he tried to grab your wrist. “Wait,” he said, his hand meeting your skin, “please don’t go, not again.” Was he actually pleading to you? ‘Mahal, please let this be a dream for sounding so weak.’
“I suggest you tell me the, King under the Mountain.”
Your eyes bore into his, as if you could see his very soul. “I was trying to avoid you because,” he fell silent as he thought about the words he would say next, “Because I’m in love with you.” He broke eye contact with you and looked to where his large hand wrapped around your thin wrist. He could feel the heat on his cheeks that traveled down his neck as he blushed.
“Then why try to avoid me,” you asked with surprise. This was definitely not the answer you thought you would hear. Maybe it was the air in the forest, but you believed him.
“You’re an Elf, a race I have sworn to despise until the end of my days. But like you said before, you’re so different than the rest. I thought if I stayed away that you would no longer torture me.”
You couldn't help but lean into the dwarf’s hand as he caressed your cheek before you felt him move it to the back of your neck and pull you forward. His lips were like fire on yours, his kiss much slower than you imagined. You wrapped your hands in his hair, forgetting where you were or what you were supposed to be doing. All that mattered was the warmth that you felt from the king in front of you as it slowly swam from your lips and throughout your body.
Thorin’s hands moved still in a slow pace, the air still affecting him even now. Calloused fingers roamed your sides, following the curves of your body until you felt his hands tighten on your bottom. You gasped, allowing him to delve into your mouth, a growl rising from his throat.
It would have gone farther if not for another dwarf clearing their throat behind Thorin. You pulled away, your fingers on your lips as you noticed Balin with a smile on his face. Even he looked as if he was drugged. Taking Thorin’s hand, you turned to the white-haired dwarf. “Call everyone here and I shall lead you out of this place and into clean air safely.”