"Where are you going?"

Ora stopped in her tracks, but for a moment or two she didn't turn around. Were they definitely talking to her?

Foots steps began to walk towards her and her shoulders sank.

"Ora?" The voice called again, finally reaching her as she turned round to come face to face with a rather puzzled looking Fili. His hair was a little dishevelled, and she couldn't help but notice his lips here a little red. She blinked a few times and tried to ignore it.

"Yes?" She asked instead, trying really hard to look him in the eye.

"Where are you going?" He repeated, turning to glance back at the Hall. "It's not even late." He paused, " Wait, is it?"

Ora rolled her eyes, "It's late enough. Good night, Fili." She turned to leave again but Fili grabbed her arm. She raised her brow at him.

"Are you trying to sneak away?"

Ora huffed, "Pfft, no."

Fili stared at her, waiting for a different answer.

She sighed, "No, well, a little, but I want to leave, Fili. And I don't want to make a scene or a massive hoo-ha. I just want to go to bed."

"A 'hoo-ha'?" Fili smirked.

"Yes." Ora pressed, "Thorin will no doubt want to walk me home which is literally not that far away and others will watch and start talking and I really can't be bothered with that right now." She held her head in her hands, "Please can you just tell your Uncle I became unwell and wanted to go to bed."

"I'm not lying to him, Ora." Fili laughed, "And he'll also ignore me for the rest of my life if I let you walk home on your own. Let me walk with you."

Ora nodded, albeit a little reluctantly. She'd gotten used to be treated like a soft, squishy baby who can't look after herself over the past few months. She decided in certain circumstances it was easier to just go with it.

"Fine." She replied, letting Fili loop his arm through hers as she led them in the direction of her home. "But what will you tell Thorin once you're back?"

"I'll tell him you wanted to leave and you didn't want to make a hoo-ha," He couldn't keep a straight face when he said that word. "Isn't a hoo-ha a ladies… you know?"

Ora gave him a quizzical look, "Excuse me?"

Fili didn't reply, he just laughed.

By the time they reached Ora's home she'd nearly entirely forgotten the negativity of the evening, Fili managed to lift her spirits just enough to keep her thoughts from trailing into darker waters.

"Are you sure you don't want to come back?" Fili asked her once they'd reached Ora's door.

"Yes. I'll probably see you tomorrow. I'm sure your Uncle will want a written report and representation stating at least fifteen justifiable reasons as to why I couldn't say goodbye to him."

Fili snorted, "Well, if you're sure. I'll bid you good night."

"Good night, Fili. Enjoy the rest of your evening, and thank you for walking me back."

"Don't thank me," He replied, holding up his hands as he stepped away, "I know you didn't want me to." He laughed again, "Sleep well."

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Ora wasn't sure what time it was when she woke, but it was either extremely late or extremely early. She blinked her eyes wide open and rolled over, meeting one of Thorin's coats that had become a common addition to her bed covers. She involuntarily inhaled the smell and groaned as she rolled back onto her back.

Was he going to be annoyed that she left like that? Probably. Especially as he'd actually gone out of his way to make the effort for her. Will he retract his offers?

Would I care if he did?

She sat bolt upright, nearly taken aback by her own thought.

"Stop looking for reasons to run away again, Ora!" She hissed at herself as she slipped out of bed, pulling Thorin's coat with her. She wrapped it around herself and slipped her feet into the boots that lay discarded by the door. She tripped over her dress that she'd left in a heap on the floor from when she'd come in, as she headed towards her vanity to retrieve the key to Thorin's chamber, the key he'd given her weeks before and slipped it into her coat pocket.

Stepping out into the hall she took note of the silence, but there was a small light flickering from under Giora's door. So everyone must be home, she thought. Giora would have definitely come home after her parents, so they must be in bed too. So, the festivities must have finished, or at least died down to an extent. Her brother was notorious for being one of the last ones standing.

Ora slipped quietly across the landing towards the stairs. Had Fili given Thorin her message? She felt a squeeze of hurt in her chest. She'd half expected for Thorin to come find her. But she shook her head as she reached the front door. That was silly, she shouldn't expect her King to come following her around like some sort of lost sheep… But still, it would have been sort of sweet if he did. It might have even helped her un-muddle her mind, maybe she would have confessed to him her fears. But he wasn't to know that, he wasn't to know how she felt. She was being childish again. Maybe the Thorin was sick and tired of her running off anyway, maybe this time he just couldn't be bothered to find.

And besides, she told herself, you're always internally moaning about how much you hate being babied.

She wandered aimlessly around the Mountain for a little while, avoiding any guards that were lingering around. After all, it may raise a few eyebrows to see a young(ish, anyway) Dwarrowdam, meandering about the Erebor wearing nothing more than a nightdress, a pair of work boots and one of the King's finest coats.

Sooner or later, and without even realising (or maybe she did, but didn't want to admit it to herself), she reached the Hall which lead to the Royal quarters. She cursed to herself under her breath and decided to face her fears. Partially forgetting what she was wearing, Ora marched straight past the guards at the entrance, greeting them with a half-hearted 'Good morning'. They just watched her go, looking confusedly at one another. One of them greeted her as she marched on, but she didn't really hear it.

At least the balcony at the end of the hall in which Thorin's suite was did in fact confirm it was soon to be morning. The sun was only just letting it's light peek over the horizon.

Ora raised her fist to knock to the King's chamber. Would he be sleeping? Maybe. She knocked three times and took a step back. There was no answer for a few seconds, so she moved forward and pressed her ear against the door to see if she could hear anything.

If there was any movement, the likelihood of her hearing it through those thick doors was slim to none, so she fished around in the vast pocket of Thorin's coat and grabbed the key.

It felt weird letting herself into the King's quarters. Awkward even, and she stood a little aimlessly in the doorway.

The fire to her right was almost completely out, leaving the room to be mainly lit by the sunrise peaking over the large balcony on the far side of the room. She quickly shut the door behind her and hurried silently up the stairs to Thorin's room.

She reached it, and once again stood there light a wet fish.

Should she knock? Should she wake him if he is asleep? Should she just let herself in?

She decided to try all three. She knocked gently a few times, "Thorin?" She whispered through the door, plopping herself onto her knees to peer through the keyhole. She couldn't really see that well, but from what she could tell the fire was still going, and there was a large lump in the bed. She stuck her lips to the key hole, "Thorinnnnn?" She peaked through again, and the lump seemed to have heard her because it rolled onto its back and let out a loud snore.

Taking that as a welcoming sign, she pulled the door handle and pushed the door open just enough to let her crawl into the room before shutting the door again behind her.

She quickly shed Thorin's coat, the fire was still in full swing and the room was warm enough. So, she crept up to Thorin's bed as she was.

Thorin was laying in the centre of it, on his back, his head turned the other way and his arms out stretched either side of him. The sheets were barely holding up around his waist, revelling his naked upper body.

Ora gulped and poked him in the chest. "Erm, Thorin, it's me?"

Thorin batted her hand away but ultimately reminded asleep. She rolled her eyes and kicked off her boots. "Thorin?" She hissed again, a little louder this time and she crawled onto the bed. "Wake up."

The sleeping King grunted and rolled away.

"Thorin." Ora said, loudly this time, getting impatient, "Don't you roll away from me you little Goblin." She yanked at the covers he was clutching, but he had a death grip on them. "Thorin," She whined this time, "Wake uuuuup- UMPH!"

Thorin had launched himself at her, grabbed her and pulled her to him so tightly against his chest she couldn't breathe without getting a mouth full of chest hair.

"Would you be quiet?" He growled, "I'm trying to sleep."

"I wanted to talk to you." She replied, trying to wiggle around and out of his vice grip. But Thorin growled again and wrapped her securely in the bed sheets, locking her in place with his legs.

"Quiet. So noisy." He squeezed her a little tighter, tangling his large, rough hand into her hair and using the leverage to keep her head pressed against his chest.

"Thorin!" Ora protested, but it was muffled, "I can't breathe!"

"Good. Maybe you'll be quiet for a little while."

Ora managed to wiggle her head free just enough to look up at Thorin. He already had his eyes closed again (if he'd actually ever opened them in the first place), but his breathing was still light. But, after a few moments he slowly opened one eye to look down at her.

"What?" He grunted.

"You look cute when you're sleeping." She replied, she tried to reach up to touch his hair, but her right arm was pinned beneath her, and her left was pinned between her and Thorin's chests.

Thorin sneered, "Unfortunately I'm not sleeping." He shut his eye again. "And I don't look cute."

"You do." Ora insisted, tilting her head up and puckering her lips, but she couldn't quite reach his chin, or even his beard. So to attract her King's attention she started to make kissy noises too and stretch upwards to reach him, searching for a kiss.

Thorin, whose head was on the pillow, moved his head back so he was even further away.

Ora whined at him, and wiggled some more.

"If you keep moving like that, I'll have to do more than just kiss you." The words rumbled from Thorin's chest like an earthquake and for a moment Ora was taken aback.

Her heart rate picked up, but she found herself getting incredibly hot all of a sudden and prickling with heat.

She gulped, hard. "Oh?" She replied, trying to sound as coy as possible and not as nearly as nervous as she so obviously was. "Like what?"

Thorin's eyes immediately popped open and he stared down at her blankly for a few moments. He looked like her words were still sinking in, but a sly smirk quickly spread across his face.

"Would you like me to tell you, or show you?"

Ora didn't really know how to answer that, and obviously she must have looked as stunned as she felt because Thorin's sly smirk soon turned into a smug one.

"Mm." The noise he made basically meant 'thought as much' as he shut his eyes again and sunk his head back into the pillow.

"Wait, what?" Ora protested, feeling her cheeks heating up with embarrasment.

"What?" Thorin asked.

"That's it?"

Thorin opened his eyes and furrowed his brow, "What's it?"

Ora didn't know what to say. She didn't know what she wanted. She felt hot... In places she wasn't necissarily used to, but she was also scared. Nervous. Thorin knew what he was doing, and she didn't. She didn't like that. Even though Thorin was King, Ora still liked to think she was still the one in control (even though she was probably one of the least in-control Dwarves out there when it came to anything, but she could at least pretend to herself she was more 'with it' than she actually was). Besides, she was a woman, and women are always right.

But this... this was totally knew territory for her.

Ora shiften, averting her gaze, "I don't..." She began, but trailed off when her bare leg brushed against Thorin's. "Wait, are you nude right now?"

Thorin huffed, "Well, I am in bed."

Ora actually choked on her own breath and coughed into the King's beard.

Thorin smirked, "Have you ever seen the male form before, Ora?" He was teasing her. Mocking her. She could heard the smugness in his tone, it was practically dripping off every word with glee.

"Yeah. Loads of times." She sneered back.

Thorin snorted, but his eyes were glinting with joy. "Do you want to see?"

"No." Ora snapped, quickly rolling away to the edge of the bed to face away from him. She was careful not to take any of the bedding with her. She didn't want to make the King any more bare than he already was.

She curled up a little, listening as the bed shifted and Thorin came to join her at the edge of the bed, throwing a sheet over the pair of them and pulling her to him, so her back was against his chest.

Ora felt Thorin's finger gently stroke her hair away from her face and neck, tucking it behind her ear.

"Are you sure?" He rumbled quietly, but he wasn't looking for an answer as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Ora let him, and instead she found herself arching into him. Her eyes fluttered closed as he slowly and gently left open mouthed kisses against her neck, his hands gripping at the fabric at her belly.

Thorin bit her ear lightly, and Ora let out an involentary pur. Apparently this was the sign Thorin was looking for, as his hands then moved from her front to her waist, then her hip where he caressed her gently.

She arched again, rolling onto her back to find Thorin's lips where they met hungrily. His hand slipped to her front and without warning rubbed over her privates.

It was almost like a shock. For the past few minutes she'd been growing slowly hotter and hotter, but when Thorin's hand went there, even through the fabric of her nightdress, it was almost like an bolt of heat fired through her belly into that region and she moaned softly. Her hands found Thorin's mane of hair, and she gripped on tightly.

Thorin suddenly broke away from her, his eyes barely open but he had a smile on his wet lips, "Could you squeeze your legs together any harder?"

For a moment Ora blinked at him, and then she relaxed. She hadn't even relised she was pinning her thighs together. "Oops." slowly she opened them a few inches. Her heart was racing. What was he going to do? How far was he planning to go?

"Don't worry," Thorin murmured, reading her thoughts - or her facial expression. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to."

Ora nodded in response, letting him close the distance between them again. The kiss was slower this time, not as hungry, not as desperate, but this time Ora's hands were nearly shaking, and she was positively sure they would be if her fingers weren't so tightly wound into Thorin's hair.

Slowly, carefully, but not subtle enough for Ora not to be acutely aware it was happening, Thorin began to pull up the skirt of her nightdress. Just as his fingers brushed her bare undergarments he let go of her lips, shifting himself to lean on one arm and take his lips to the front of her neck, moving towards her chest as his hand slipped into the front of her small clothes.

For a moment, Ora didn't really know what she was experiencing. It felt a little strange, a little awkward, and even a little unnatural. But then there was sweet, sweet pleasure.

"Oh-h my," Ora gasped, arching upwards, letting Thorin's hand move further down. Her hands turned to the bed sheets for support, gripping at them so tightly her knuckled turned white.

"Relax." Thorin almost demanded against her chest. He sat up for a moment, one hand still securely stationed in her nickers. He then used the other to pull at the strings of the front of her nightdress.

Ora was about to protest, and Thorin must have have sensed it to, for he moved his hand again, this time slipping a finger inside of her and curling it. Any thoughts of protesting left Ora's mind as Thorin finished pulling open her nightdress. Ora's eyes fluttered closed again, and she moaned when his hot mouth set to work on her naked chest.

"Oh, Mahal..." Ora whined, moving her hands to grip at Thorin's shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. The pleasure was overwhelming. She was drowning in it, drowning in it in the best way. She was balancing on a cliffs edge, rolling in ecstasy.

She let out another cry of pleasure and Thorin growled, almost desperately as his mouth left her chest and found hers. Things had turned rough again, almost urgent, needing.

Ora's hands wound back into Thorin's hair, he bit her lip, and she pulled on his tresses. She needed something, needed to be pushed over the edge of that cliff.

Without warning, Thorin dissapeared, retreating beneath the bedsheets and pushing Ora's legs further a part as he settled himself between them, his hot breath tickling her thighs.

"Wait, what are you..." Ora was barely with it, her head was floating on cloud nine somewhere, but then she felt something wet and warm against her. And that was it. She was over the edge within moments.

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Well, well, well

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