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Chapter 16
Epilogue
One year later
Night had already fallen on the land.
The dark sky was ignited by the fireworks coming from Erebor; the pale light from the stars twinkled merrily accompanying the festivities for the nuptials between Prince Kíli, of the line of Durín and Tauriel, Captain of the guard of the Elven-King of Mirkwood. Many were invited to the great event, and the celebration was promised to last all day and night with ale and wine of the best quality.
Many great dignitaries came from the great event. Men, dwarves and elves alike filled the streets of the mountain that had become a beacon of power and influence in the North. For no one was a secret that, ever since the mountain had been reclaimed and the King was back, the North side of Rhovanion had become one of the most important centres in Arda. Mirkwood and Dale had recovered their former splendour and with the friendship the forged with the King under the Mountain they were thriving alongside the dwarven kingdom.
Their economy grew thanks to the joined efforts of elves, men and dwarves working day and night in the trading routes and the production of raw materials or top quality products done by the three kingdoms. Without any doubt, the quest to reclaim Erebor had changed many lives for the better; so it was only right for the King and his nephews to celebrate the happy events surrounding their lives.
While the main gates of Erebor and the main road was filled with people celebrating and sharing a peaceful time, the road down Ravenhill leading to the borders between Erebor and Mirkwood was deserted. The road had been fixed though it was protected by a regency gate made of iron and copper, decorated with green and blue and the symbols of Mirkwood and Erebor on each side of the double gate. The entrance was forbidden unless by order of the King, and in reality no one dare to look beyond for it was heavily guarded by both, elves and dwarves alike.
The road inside the gates was decorated with elven lamps; they created a single bluish light reflecting on the trees. The road advanced for more than a mile deep into a wooded land surrounded by the shadow of the mountainside. The road went on and on until the sound of falling water could be heard and a middle size cottage could be seen sneaking around the corner of the road.
There, in the middle of a heavenly clearing rest a middle side cottage covered by a ghostly light and protected by the shadow of the Lonely Mountain and the forest of Mirkwood.
Certainly, the King Under the Mountain had undone himself with such structure.
It was a one storey cottage build with oak and mahogany; it was done following the geometrical forms dwarves love so much. But the windows and the small terrace was done to accommodate the tastes of the Elven-King. It was a quiet place surrounded by nature and covered by a star-filled sky; the water created ethereal dew and not many had the chance to know this place for this was a private property done by the King as a gift for his lover.
The sound of the fireworks could be heard on the silent forest, the wind slid through the leaves and branches refreshing the warm night. There was light on the windows and, inside the cottage the only thing that could be seen was a coffee table a couple of chairs and furniture while a fire burn lightly on the fireplace.
The interior of the cottage was no less impressive than the exterior; it was richly decorate with the colours of the forest and the furniture was made to accommodate the height of the elf and the dwarf. It was a cosy space with a big living room and a nice dining room, large enough for the two of them with a kitchenette and a tub made for them to work out the kirks of the travels and life in their respective Kingdoms.
Thorin had kept his promise.
The Dwarven-King gifted Thranduil with this cottage it was a small neutral place in which the both of them could be Thorin and Thranduil instead of Kings with the burden of their kingdoms in their shoulders. For more than a year, they shared this place while giving it the finishing touches in between meetings; the work had not been easy for their duties were demanding and they could not neglect their responsibilities.
And they never did.
Even as they sat beside one another, talking deep into the night or simply enjoying one another, the morning or early afternoon was filled with miner’s reports, or the reports from the forest scouts. It was filled with conversations in which Thorin would reveal, albeit reluctantly, his fears at making the wrong decisions. Thranduil would offer advice, if request. But, mainly he listened to his lover bringing comfort with his words and his touches. And, as time went by, they relationship grew and Thranduil found his soul no longer carried the weight of past burdens and there was no more darkness in his heart. Only light, and hope for the future.
Now, on this day meant to celebrate the love of their youngest protégées, they found themselves in their home hiding away from the celebrations surrounding Tauriel and Kíli’s wedding. They had blessed the couple, bringing gifts and words of encouragement; the party erupted and they sneaked around to have a moment for themselves. Both, Legolas and Fíli, assured them they would take care of everything. No one questioned the Kings disappearance and no one dare to actually do it.
The night was still young when they reached the cottage; Thranduil was pleasantly surprised to discover Thorin had arranged everything for them. There was tea and wine, some ale and fruit, cheese and bread. The fire was burning lightly but the inside of the cottage was fresh, it brought happiness to Thranduil when he discovered he felt at home.
Thranduil faced the dwarf, his lips curling up teasingly while his long fingers grabbed the flowery crown adorning his head. Thorin could not hide his intentions; his eyes were roaming those fair features, just as his own fingers worked on his crown and the clasp holding together his cloak and jacket.
“You seem rather uncomfortable in those clothes, King Thorin? Any reason for this?” The voice of the elf washed over Thorin like silk on his fingertips. Thranduil had long ago dominated the art of seducing his lover leading him on with witty comments while his body and hands worked on an entrancing dance that got Thorin enchanted.
“You know why.”
The dwarf all but growled out letting his jacked and robe fall to the floor along with his belt and the rings on his hands. His fingertips trembled with anticipation, his nostrils flared as the sweet aroma that was pure Thranduil engulfed him completely. Thranduil tasted of fruit wine; his tongue entangled itself with the elf’s one battling for dominance while those long, slender fingers made quick work on his breeches deepening the kiss by tilting his head to the side.
“I missed this.” Thranduil whispered breaking the kiss as his eyes lowered to admire the naked form of Thorin.
Thorin disentangled himself from his boots and breeches while Thranduil place his crown right beside Thorin’s one. By the time he turned around Thorin was standing naked in front of him, his erection waiting for attention. Thranduil’s breath caught on his throat his eyes move ravenously on the form of the dwarf who stood smugly at the attention he was being given. Thranduil sauntered towards the dwarf, his hand caressing the strong chest of his lover while his head leaned in until their breaths mingled together.
“I am thirsty, would you mind bringing me some wine to the room?” And, just like that Thranduil left without looking back his sweet laughter following him until he disappeared at the door of their room.
*****
The room was in complete darkness aside from the silver light coming from the new moon.
The window was placed right above a light green daybed crafted into the wall with bentwood and upholstered sides rolled up so the elf and the dwarf could rest facing one another. At the moment, Thranduil was sitting on the daybed, his back resting comfortably on the rolled upholster his hair fell like a golden and silver cascade reflecting the light of the moon while his frame looked otherworldly under such a light. Thorin almost dropped the chalices he was holding; Thranduil had already discarded his clothes and was wearing a thin robe he brought the last time they were there.
Thranduil wore a tiny smile on his face, his eyes gleaming lightly while he turned unhurriedly to the dwarf. He grabbed the chalice taking a long sip examining the form of the dwarf who was still quite excited by their early teasing.
“I thought you have fixed your trouble back there.” Thranduil chuckled when Thorin sputtered indignantly trying to show as much dignity as one could when naked and hard with arousal.
“Shut up.” He tried to move away but was stopped by those blue eyes looking intently at him.
“Patience, my love, is a virtue.” Thranduil replied laughing openly at the flabbergasted expression on the dwarf’s face.
“You can’t possibly ask patience after having seduce me and leaving me like this.”
Thranduil tilted his head contemplating his options, Thorin pursed his lips placing his wine on the floor only to have a pair of hands on his shoulders, when he looked up Thranduil was standing before him, fire igniting those blue orbs while he pressed the dwarf back until his knees hit the back of the bed and he fell unceremoniously on the soft mattress. The dwarf opened his eyes wide, his mouth ready to form an exclamation when all train of thought left his mind as the elf knelt down leaning in until his arm breath teased his heated member.
“Tsk, let me teach you a thing or two about patience, King Thorin.” Thranduil all but command, his lips drawing in a sly grin before the tip of his tongue sneaked out of his lips caressing the very tip of Thorin’s member.
Thorin closed his eyes for a moment feeling a wave of pleasure all through his body; he felt that wicked mouth traveling down his member, those hands massaging his thighs moving up and down. It was always like this, all his senses overwhelmed by the elf who worked his mouth around him with expertise and, depending on his mood Thranduil could be an avid and demanding lover or a very patient and tender one. Today he was a patient one, he took his time getting reacquainted with Thorin’s cock, whimpering when the dwarf grabbed his hair to keep him in place, to make him do something else instead of having his tongue, lips and teeth tracing the form of his member or mapping out those veins or the underside.
The dwarf grunted impatiently, his hand tightening up until Thranduil applied just the right amount of suction to his actions.
“Thranduil!” Thorin bucked his hips but, as soon as this pleasurable sensation came it was gone and he saw Thranduil battling his eyelashes with an innocence he certainly didn’t possess.
“Did you need something?” Thorin narrowed his eyes but his actions could not be taken seriously for he was highly flustered a thin layer of sweat covering his face and chest, his erection was leaking while pulsating waiting for more attention.
The dwarf took a deep breath, his arm stretched out until he cupped the side of the elf’s face, he could not speak but there was no need to for his eyes did all the speaking for him. Thranduil shivered under such intense stare, his body was asking for the other male to touch him, to be loved by Thorin.
But the elf had a mission; he leaned into the touch enjoying the warm coming from Thorin.
There was no other sound but the one coming from their breathing and the falling water on the waterfall. Thranduil kept his eyes locked with those of Thorin, his hands caressing the naked thighs of his lovers, his fingertips outlining those strong muscles that twitched under his touch his body moving closer just as he tilted his head. Those golden locks falling to one side giving Thorin the perfect view of that fair face lowering itself until those lips wrapped him tightly inside them. Thorin could not stop seeing this, he watched as his member disappeared on the elf’s mouth taking inch by agonizing inch inside the warm cavity those elven eyes fluttered close with pure bliss.
Thorin didn’t realize his breathing was erratic, he wasn’t sure how long did Thranduil spend doing just that, over and over, building inside the dwarf a burning that spread to his loins traveling up his abdomen to his chest until all his senses were consumed by that mouth and what it was doing on his erection. Thranduil was just consumed by what he was doing, he lost any sense of time, it was only his mouth and lips working around the hardened member of his lover while his hands massaged all the skin he could reach.
Just as Thorin thought he could not last any longer the elf opened his eyes that were now gleaming with a familiar silver and blue light, the name of the elf escaped the dwarf’s lips and soon he was erupting in the elf’s mouth who seemed eager to just stay there and swallow everything Thorin had to offer. This only made him trembled and with guttural scream Thorin felt himself become undone in Thranduil’s mouth.
Thorin was not sure when he closed his eyes, or when he fell on the bed. He was trying to get his breathing under control, his oversensitive body was well aware of those playful hands placing soft touches on his chest and arms. Soon, the sweetness that was Thranduil with the salty taste that was himself touched his lips and Thorin was answering to the languid kiss the elf placed on him. He fluttered his eyes open only to see a smug elf glancing down on him.
“Patience is a virtue, eh?” He mumbled and Thranduil merely laugh arching a brow at him, Thranduil’s self-satisfied smirk was soon wiped out when Thorin bounced on him pinning him on the bed.
Thranduil opened his eyes in surprise, his breath caught in his throat as those dark eyes glance at him with intensity.
“Now, it’s my turn to prove that theory.”
There was nothing much Thranduil could say, he felt helpless whenever Thorin dropped his voice whispering in his ear sensual promises, his fingers were rough on his skin but Thorin’s touch was always entrancing. Thranduil enjoyed when those lips closed around his earlobe brushing on the pointy tip while his beard tickled his skin lightly.
Thorin chuckled when the elf’s left arm wrapped around his waist putting him closer. The dwarf resisted the contact with his hand traveling down the slender neck to the chest and abdomen of the elf. Thranduil tilted his head to the side giving Thorin the access he needed to continue his kissing and nibbling on that alabaster skin; the elf was in deep ecstasy as his lover’s fingers travelled down his torso, his mouth marking the slender neck being offered by a hungry elf.
“Thorin.” A whimper escaped the elf’s mouth as that hand reached, not without some difficulty, the leaking erection of his lover.
“You are looking rather impatient, Amrâl.” Thorin chuckled his hand making teasing circles on the skin of the elf who was now trying to glare at him, those blue irises were darker than usual they were filled with lust and a silent plead for Thorin to continue what he was doing.
The dwarf leaned in kissing those swollen lips leisurely tilting his head to deepen the kiss just as his hand continue his mapping of the elf’s body. Thorin drank from the kiss all he had missed from the elf, his skin, his warm, the beating of his heart. How he had missed Thranduil. Without too much effort the dwarf got access to their bond, he sighed as that blue and silver thread gleamed into the night and every single emotion coming from the elf pulsate through it.
Thranduil moaned deeply feeling Thorin through their bond.
“Thorin.” His name left the lips of the elf in whispered plea; his body started reacting to the actions of the elf who was arcing under him with his hands holding desperately onto him as Thorin started kissing his way down.
The fresh air of the night sneak inside the room caressing their heated skin, the light projected by the moon made them look ghostly into the night as they moved against one another. Thranduil tried to get a hold of his thoughts, but he was failing as he had never done so in other situations. It always surprised him how easy was for Thorin to shatter the elf’s world in all the sense of the word. Thranduil didn’t know the link he had done through their souls could work in such a wicked way, but Thorin had learnt to do so and, whenever they were together, he made sure that silver and blue thread gleamed brightly as he made the experience twice as pleasurable.
It was moments like this when the dwarf learnt to control his temper, to quiet down those intrusive thoughts in which only darkness covered his mind. Being a King was not an easy task, but whenever he felt faltering he remembered Thranduil and this small space in Middle Earth they share. The dwarf chuckled and the vibrations sent a shiver down the elves back, those eyes gleamed silver as he caressed the soul of his lover through the link. Another deep moan left those swollen kiss and Thorin was ready to continue his exploration.
His lips moved down the strong frame of the elf, he was always surprised to discover just how strong and soft this creature could be. His skin was like silk, but his frame was hard as a rock, it was pretty sensitive to his touches and Thorin loved to tear those sweet whimpers as his beard, fingers and lips mapped out the chest, abdomen and every single corner of Thranduil’s body. Thorin knew he was getting ready again, the fire the elf ignited in him was already burning on his loins making his actions erratic with need and apprehension.
Thorin intended for this to be a show of patience, but he had never been patient.
Thranduil gasped lewdly as those fingers and that body moved away from him, his eyes fluttered open searching for his lover who was on the bedside table. The elf rested his weight on his left arm watching as Thorin grabbed the bottle with the aromatic oil they kept for themselves in the cottage.
“I thought you were going to teach me about patience.” The teasing was not missed by the dwarf who growled deeply tampering with their connection until Thranduil’s eyes rolled back on his head and he was lying on the bed again.
The elf loved the jolt of pleasure that travelled from his chest down to his body overwhelming him until it tear out a deep moan from him. Thorin went back to the bed, his hands moving those shapely legs to accommodate him in between them, his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the elf trembled under him.
“I cannot be patient when your body seemed to beg me to take you.” As Thorin said this he poured some of the oil on his fingers, taking his right hand down until they were caressing the curve of Thranduil’s firm backside.
Thranduil locked his eyes to those of Thorin, as the dwarf leaned in holding himself up with his left arm while his right hand started making teasing circles near Thranduil’s puckered hole. The elf threw his head back, those eyelids fluttered close as he tried to focus on the working fingers going inside stretching him out, getting him ready for his lover. Thranduil had his hands at his sides, he had forgotten the robe was still on spread under him while Thorin started a sensual movement with his fingers, he felt slid in and out. Thorin glanced at his lover loving how his strong body of warrior and king surrendered for him, curving his back while holding onto his shoulders with those lips letting out whimpers and mumble requests for more.
“Thorin…” It was a plea for more, Thranduil used his name as a form of begging and Thorin complied for he was incapable of denying the elf anything.
“Look at me.” Thranduil did it gasping when those dark orbs pinned him with the sheer lust and love he found there. Thorin clenched his jaw as he position himself where he wanted to be, he rolled down his hips still looking directly into Thranduil’s eyes, watching as those eyes widened and his lips quivered.
The blue and silver light coming from them glow as Thorin sheathed himself inside his lover, Thranduil let out a lewdly moan bucking his hips with need. It was all it took for Thorin to start moving, he did so with slow and sensuous thrusts holding onto his own sanity stubbornly to make this last. He tampered with their connection, his lips breaking into a grin as Thranduil arched his body wrapping a leg around the dwarf’s waist. His hands were holding onto Thorin’s shoulders scratching as his lips open to let out strangle gasp mixed with elvish words.
Thorin loved this part.
He loved the control he had over the pleasure of the elf, how he discovered this link worked on his favour whenever they were together. How deep inside his soul he could sense the pleasure he was feeling and the pleasure Thranduil was experiencing. Thorin continued with his steady and rhythmic thrusts losing himself in the feeling of Thranduil, concentrating on those walls closing around his erection putting him deeper into the elf. Thorin could go for hours but, it had been so long since they last saw each other he just needed it to be pleasurable for the both of them.
Thranduil could not hold back any longer, he felt as Thorin slide inside him with a constant rhythmic thrust, his right hand that still had some oil in it grabbed his leaking erection.
“Thorin.” His name came again and Thorin growled as he sped up his thrusting, his hand stroking the erection of his lover while he tried to hold onto their connection.
Thranduil was the first one to come, he let out a breathy moan throwing his head back and arching his back just as he clamped hard around Thorin while his erection spurt a jet of white seed on his abdomen and Thorin’s hand. His whole body trembled as the ecstasy stretched out for as long as Thorin took to follow him. Thorin dropped his body on top of the elf’s one, his own erection exploding inside the elf as he came down from his orgasm.
The elf had his eyes closed, his breathing was going back to normal just as he felt Thorin putting out of his and moving to lay beside him. Thranduil smiled into the kiss Thorin offered. Thorin nuzzled Thranduil’s face placing soft kisses before lying beside the elf. Thranduil turned to face the dwarf his hand placing itself on top of the dwarf’s chest, those eyes following the scar left by Azog.
“This is the best welcome I have in a very long time.” Thorin chuckled pocking the elf so he could hold him in his arms. Thranduil moved closer placing his head on the hairy chest, his hand resting tenderly there.
“I miss having you in my arms. I was really hoping the ceremony to be over earlier but I think they plot the delay so we have to stay longer.”
Thranduil chuckled closing his eyes; the night was growing old around them with the noise coming from the fireworks no longer interrupting the silent night. He remembered how every attempted of them sneaking out was frustrated by either Thorin’s friends or Legolas and Tauriel. Thranduil had been frustrated, o course but he hid it better than Thorin who was ready to fight whoever dare to stop them once the ceremony and the party had started.
The waterfall was the only one providing a soothing melody through the night, the shadows projected by the silver light of the moon were comforting to the elf’s eyes. Everything was at peace.
“Kíli and Tauriel will go back to the forest.” Thranduil heard the sadness in his lover’s tone, he lifted his face to see the other male offered a half smile. “He told me before the ceremony, he wanted to perfect his ability with the bow and the arrow and would like more adventures than anything else.”
“Does it bother you?” Thranduil was not showing any signs of surprise so Thorin guessed Tauriel had already spoke with him about it.
Thorin pursed his lips before answering, “I was hoping he would be with us far longer, but it does not bother me. He is happy, and he deserves it. Besides, I know you and Tauriel will take good care of him.”
“Of course we will.” Thranduil leaned in to brush his nose against Thorin’s one. “They will be back if Tauriel is to have a child, you know that.”
Thorin chuckled, “I know but that may take some time, which I agree. They are far too young for parenthood. At least, Kíli is.”
Thranduil lifted his hand to Thorin’s face his fingertips started mapping out the dwarf’s features speaking with a voice meant only for Thorin.
“Do you wish any children of your own?” The question caught Thorin by surprise but when he went to seek answers on the elf’s face Thranduil was looking away from him.
Thorin shifted grabbing the travelling hand of the elf in his making Thranduil look into his dark eyes. The Dwarven-King discovered those blue eyes trembling with hesitance, the elf tried to mask away his emotions but Thorin shook his head.
“Don’t hide from me, Thranduil.”
“It is a foolish question.”
“It is not.” Thorin said forcefully.
Thranduil dropped his head hating his own foolishness get in the way of this moment, he moved to the side as Thorin sat turning his torso to face him.
“Look at me.” Thorin all but commanded and Thranduil did just that. He looked at him with eyes like the sea, and a face devoid of any emotion.
“I did want them, at some point.” Thorin chose his words carefully; he knelt down on the bed this time around turning his full body to the elf, his hand caressing those golden locks and that sharp jaw. “But then, I met you and all the desire to have children of my own dissipated as I realized my love for you was far greater than any duty I have to bear an heir. So, no, all I have ever wanted it’s you. I am happy with how my life turned out, of my nephews and the fact it would be a half-elf and half-dwarf the one inheriting the Kingdom.”
Thranduil lifted from the bed kissing Thorin tenderly while luring him back to the bed, they rolled over until the elf was resting his weight on top of the dwarf. They went silent for a moment, their bodies warming up as Thranduil continued massaging Thorin’s chest, Thorin closed his eyes enjoying the attention.
“I remembered this scar.” The eyes of the dwarf fluttered open setting themselves on the elf who was tracing the form of the scar on his chest. “It was open, bleeding and showing muscle and pierce skin. You were slipping away.”
Thorin furrowed his brows contemplating the elf, Thranduil kept talking furrowing his brows as memory filled his eyes.
“I thought of turning around and leaving but…” Here the elf broke into a broken smile, Thorin’s heart shrank and he placed a comforting hand on top of the elf’s one. “I could not face myself if I was to fail again, then I anchored myself to you and all I could feel was the love you feel for me. I got scare.”
“I thought I would lose you.” Thorin confessed just as the two of them sat on the bed facing one another. “I thought you would never return my feelings, I was beyond myself when I discovered how wrong I was.”
Thranduil rested his body against Thorin’s one, those arms wrapping tightly around him. Thorin furrowed his brows concern soon growing in his mind at the strange behaviour coming from the elf.
“Thranduil, what is it? Are you alright?” Thranduil nodded chuckling lightly experiencing those worrisome emotions Thorin shared through their connection.
“I have lived many ages, Thorin.” This time around Thranduil faced the dwarf and his expression was one of pure adoration. Those blue eyes gleamed with emotion and the elf was so close to him Thorin felt overwhelmed under such a stare.
“I have seen pain and death; I have lost my loved ones including my wife.” Thranduil moved closer, his fingers tucking away a lock of dark hair from the dwarf’s face. “And, I can say I have never felt the way you make me feel, and this makes my very soul tied itself with yours and your fate.”
Thorin broke into an easy smile, his brows did furrow in confusion under such a confession but he was getting used at the emotional nature of the elf. He was like fire and ice, all in one and Thorin was surprised to discover this side of the elf.
“Maralmizu.” Thorin whispered sealing his words with a kiss, Thranduil melted into the kiss letting the dwarf take control of the situation as he was placed tenderly on the bed.
Thranduil knew his fate had been sealed, and whether he was to sail to the Undying lands with Thorin or not, he would choose a mortal life. His soul flickered entangling itself with the soul of the Dwarf, their life forces join in a single light. Thranduil surrendered to the tender caressed Thorin was providing while trying to show Thranduil he was loved, that he was needed. Thranduil moaned into the night, begging for more asking to be taken just as Thorin comply. Their lovemaking growing in intensity as their souls joined in a primal dance, the night closing around them and the world surrounding to a shaky peace.
Thranduil gave himself to Thorin, and Thorin accepted the offering without knowing or really understanding.
The elf whispered Thorin’s name into the night, there was still time for them to hold many conversations. For them to laugh and cry, to fight and love.
Thorin was still young, and Thranduil would use every single second in their lives to enjoy together.
Now and forever.