General discalimer, I don't own the Hobbit.

Warning: Dub-con... maybe.

It was Yule time when her appetite noticeably increased. Some days it seemed as though all she did was eat. Several of the others mentioned it, the Princes in particular enjoyed teasing at every meal time and anytime they found her with a snack in hand, but she assured them it's just her body wanting to replace all the weight she had lost during the journey. She didn't think much about the fact that she had found herself craving fruits and vegetables the most, anything dark green especially. She had had a stressful year and now things had finally calmed down. That's what Briar assumed it was anyway.

The Company all ended up slipping her things here and there to nibble on. Ori always had tea and biscuits in the Library when she joined him to help organise the place. Bombur sent a variety of cakes and other finger food with Bofur whenever the miner joined her for a chat. Nori tended to appear out of nowhere with a wink and a piece of fruit or a wrapped sandwich before sinking back into the shadows. As the season turned and the weather began to warm up Fili and Kili went hunting more often to make sure she was well fed now they were all secure in the mountain, whole and healthy. She was almost back to the roundness she had once had before the she left the Shire. Her appetite would soon return to normal.

However, as the first buds of spring began to poke there heads above the soil, Briar was proven wrong. Things would not be returning to normal.

She was actually in Dale when she first began to hear it. The subtle tinkling on the wind, easily dismissed or even missed altogether. But Briar did neither of those things. Instinctively she found herself tilting her head, straining her ears, trying to listen to the faint sound better. Her eyes moved to search out it's origin even as she knew she would not find it. Because, although she had never heard it before, she knew exactly what it was that began to get louder as she listened, the song growing stronger and clearer.

It was Yavanna's Calling.

It took all of Briar focus and will to put the matter aside for the moment to finish her discussion with King Bard. Those in the mountain relied on those talks, she couldn't, wouldn't abandon her duties. All the while she could hear the Calling continue, making her heart thump, pulling her back towards the mountain.

Briar hadn't thought, hadn't dared hope, that she would hear the Calling one day. It didn't happen to every Hobbit after all. It rarely happened at all, not like it used to in the Wandering days. It had never happened to any of the Baggins women in the admittedly brief history of the clan and while it was slightly more common among Tooks, her mother had never heard Yavanna's Call either.

Emotions rushed up within her, seeming to crash against each other, making her twitchy and she was finding it hard to concentrate. Overwhelming honour and awe that her Maker had chosen her. Anticipation and anxiety for what would happen next. Joy and worry about what it would all mean, especially given that she was so very far from the Shire.

By the time she was heading back towards Erebor and the light was leaving the sky, it began to sound as if a whole band was playing. Flutes and fiddles, bells and drums all coming together to build a beautiful melody that filled her head with images of flowers blossoming, of trees with new coats of leaves and all the things that came with Spring. Life. It was a Song of Life.

Briar thought she seemed to almost float as she walked from the Gates to her quarters, her head light and her feet silent. She needed to get ready before the Calling got too great to ignore. She needed a bath and a green dress.

Her apartment had a kitchen and bathroom with a bath all of its own, built especially for her by the Company. While she joined the rest in the royal dining hall for second breakfast, lunch and dinner she prepared and ate her Hobbit-y meals in her rooms, sometimes joined by one or two of the others. And she most certainly didn't join the others in the public baths, quite happy to do such things in private now she didn't have to wash in a cold lake or stream.

While the water was heating she dug through the dresses Dori had made for her over the winter. Green, it had to be green. That was very important. The colour of life and all the things that grow. In the Shire she would have gone to a cousin or neighbour if she hadn't had the right thing. Here, in Erebor, she was the only Hobbit for miles. There was no one she could borrow a dress from (or keep really, because who'd want it back after?) and there was no one to give her last minute advice. Usually Briar, with the help of mother's or aunts or cousins, would be winding coriander and daffodils in her hair but she knew there were none to be found within the desolation for all it was visibly improved since she had first seen it.

It didn't seem like much time had passed as she got herself thoroughly clean, allowing herself to fall deeper into the haze of the Calling, letting all her worries drain away with the water, listening to her Maker's Song ebbing and flowing, waking and lulling in a tempo all its own. Dressed only in the pine green dress Dori had made up as an experiment into Hobbit Summer-wear, her feet and hair still damp from her bath, Briar left her apartment in half a daze, letting Yavanna's Call guide her.

The sun had obviously set as the only light within the mountain came from the lamps, filling the corridors and courtyards with a soft orange glow. She wasn't consciously sure of where she was going only that it would be the right place, the right person. The melody picked up for a moment as if sensing that she was finally ready. Any slight (or not so slight) reservation she might have had had fallen away, leaving only the Song and the surety that she was following her Maker's wishes.

By morning, she would have new life growing within her.

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Ori had been just about to put his work away. Really, he was. He told himself that, at least, but it wouldn't have been the first time that he had been woken up in the middle of the night or early hours of the morning by Dori, only to find himself still at his desk, head resting on a book and ink staining his face. He was the only one in the library, as he was most days, and would be until caravans from the Blue Mountains and the Iron Hills began to arrive. The others rarely visited him there, only Balin and Briar when they could spare the time to help him go through the masses and masses of scrolls, parchment and actual books.

So Ori was surprised when he heard the doors to the library open and close, especially given the time. He blinked in the direction of the doors, not that he could see them through the stacks.

"I'm almost ready to go, Dori! I have a few more things I must make a note of." He called out assuming it was his brother there to drag him home. "I was coming, you didn't have to come down he-"

It wasn't Dori.

"Briar?" He asked, pushing himself out of his chair as the Hobbit appeared from around the corner.

"Ori." But there was something strange about the way she said his name.

As she drew closer Ori saw the glassiness to her eyes, looking slightly like she had in Laketown when she'd had a fever. Although she didn't have the flushed and sweaty sheen to her skin as she had done then. When she stood in front of him he reached to put a hand against her forehead. It wasn't warmer than he would have expected. Briar pushed into his hand, taking another step into his space and nuzzling along his jaw line.

"Briar! Are you okay? What are you-" But he was cut off again.

"Ori." She moaned, her hand coming up to wind into his beard.

He felt himself grow hot and was sure his face had gone completely red. She was touching his beard! It was so inappropriate it robbed him of words. He held his hands in mid-air, unsure what to do with them. Stuck between the sensible logical direction to push her away and his body's instinctive and highly improper need to pull her closer.

She stood on her tip-toes then. Pressing her body into his own. Her breasts, fuller than any Dam, flattened against his chest making his breath catch in his throat. His hands seemed to decide all on their own that it would be a good idea to take ahold of her arms, though he made no motion to move her one way or the other.

Briar was talking to him then, but he couldn't understand her. For a moment he thought it was one of the elvish dialects but almost immediately he knew he was wrong. It didn't sound elvish as he tried to listen, distracted momentarily when she squirmed against him, encouraging his blood away from his brain. It was different, the constant groups were shorter, more clipped and the vowels had a sort of rounder sound to them.

"Briar, Briar." He called, tightening his hold on her arms. "I can't understand what you're saying."

She looked him in the eyes then, seeming more focused than she had been when she walked in. A look of concentration crossed her face a moment before she spoke again.

"I hear the Green Lady's Call. She commands me bring new life into the world." Her words were slow, said in a measured rhythm Ori recognised from ancient traditional rights like the oath he took when he began his apprenticeship. "Will you gift me your seed?"

"What?" He choked.

The hand in his beard grew more confident, stroking and pulling in a pleasurably distracting way. The other, which had been resting on his chest, started to make its way down his body, slipping under his knitted jumper to rest and give a slight squeeze to his rapidly rising cock.

"Yavanna commands me bring new life into the world. Will you gift me you seed?" She repeated and leant into him all the more to plant a kiss to his lips.

The combination of her words and her warm lips upon his own make his knees weak and he ends up sitting in his chair rather suddenly. Briar doesn't seem to mind as she followed him just as quickly, climbing on to him and straddling his lap. Another kiss was pressed to his lips, firmer and longer. His hands slipped from her arms to her back, pulling her in closer and meeting her in passion.

Was this really happening? Was Briar Baggins really squirming in his lap, pulling her skirts above her knees so they didn't heed her movement? He didn't understand what was happening. She hadn't shown him any special interest before. They were friends, yes, and maybe he had had a bit of a crush on her at one point during the journey, but Briar didn't treat him any differently than she did Bofur or Bifur or Nori or any of the others really. Sure, she was a bit different with Fili and Kili but he rather thought she had adopted them, of sorts, as nephews. Not that that was either here nor there.

"Ori." She moaned his name again, her breath against his lips, her pert little nose brushing against his own.

His belt was being undone and he felt his eyes roll back in his head. No one had ever... His head hit the back of the chair with a thump and Briar took advantage of the opening to lather his throat with kisses and licks as she fought to get his belt off. It eventually went over her shoulder, clanging against the stone floor. His jumper followed after a momentary struggle to release both his arms. With only his thin under shirt and her equally as thin cotton summer dress, he could feel her hard nipples drag across his chest when she leaned in to kiss him again.

"Briar? What is happening?" He asked between pants and her endlessly questing lips.

"I hear the Green Lady's Song. She Calls." Her voice sounding almost her own once more.

"But why..." He stumbled and stuttered as she ground down on to him, a choked groan forcing itself from between his lips. "But why would you hear The Earth Queen sing?"

He'd never heard anything like it. And he knew he should be pushing her away. It wasn't right. Dori would kill him. But Briar's round breasts were pushed into his chest and he could feel the heat between her legs pressing into his hard cock every time she moved. He let a hand wander down her body and felt his penis give an appreciative throb to find that she was bare beneath the dress. She come looking for him dressed like this. She wanted it. Wanted him.

A smile graced her lips as she pulled back slightly to look at him. She leant in once more, brushing her lips against his ear.

"The Lady Yavanna is our Maker." She whispered, making a shushing sound. "Hobbit secrets."

He gasped at that revelation and again as she began pulling at the fastening on his breeches. Ori hadn't known Hobbits had any secrets. He had thought that they were descendants of Men. It's what everyone thought and Briar had made no move to correct him; he was sure he had brought it up once or twice when questioning her about all things Hobbit. But then maybe that was what made it so perfect. Who would look for secrets if they were sure there were none?

"Ori. I hear the Green Lady's Call. She commands me to bring new life into the world. Will you gift me your seed?" She asked again as she reached in, pulling out his cock and letting her firm hand run up and down, her thumb swirling over the end.

"Mahal, yes." He hadn't realised he had spoken at first for he was sure he was still thinking about it all, but that didn't matter for long.

A warm wetness pressed against the head, slowly enveloping him in its heat. He forgot how to breath and only regained it when he forced a gasp, feeling her maidenhead break against him.

"Briar!" His hands scrambling to get a hold of her hips, hoping he wasn't bruising her. "Slow, slow."

Not only was he worried she would hurt herself, but Ori wasn't sure he would last very long if she set too quick a pace. He pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, licking at her lips and teeth, hoping to distract them both as she kept pressing down until he was fully seated inside of her. She was so tight, Ori had worried that he would be too big for her, and feeling her around him he knew he was very nearly right. Dwarrow were at least a foot taller than Hobbits after all.

Finally their hips met and they let out moans in unison. Feeling her surrounding him seemed to make what was happening all the more real. Her breath sounded in his ears, echoing his own heavy panting. He knees dug into his sides slightly as the chair was not quite big enough to do this comfortably. Her hands wound into his beard, fisting his three small braids and the Ri turquoise ribbons he used to tie them off, sending jolts of pleasure down his spine. Briar only allowed them both a moment before her internal muscles gave a squeeze and she began lifting off of him. Her name fell from his lips again but he sounded as if he were begging as he struggled to hold back his orgasm.

But it was all too good. So much better than his own hand quickly moving under the covers, the ever-present humiliating thought of getting caught by Dori niggling at the back of his mind the whole time. This was Briar. Beautiful, funny, smart Briar. Brave, fierce, loyal Briar. Tight and wet and warm-in-his-arms Briar. It was too good.

He wasn't going to last.

His desperate hand pulled at her skirts trying to get under. When he did, he fumbled momentarily, remembering half-remembered advice Nori had thrown at him for the unlikely scenario that he ever got a woman into bed. He found her bead with his thumb, drawing circles on it.

Briar whimpered and keened in his ear, her hands shifting into his hair, her elbows on his shoulders helping her keep her balance as she ground against him harder, speeding up her movements. He matched her tempo with the motion of his thumb, switching to a side-to-side motion she liked better. Her moans got louder, only muffled when he used his other hand to catch her chin, turning her to him and kissing her soundly.

"Briar." He groaned her name as another spike of pleasure ran down his spine, returning his bruising hold of her hip. "Are you close? I'm so close. Please, please, please say your close."

But she only said his name again, her hands laced into his hair pulling with more fervour, her breaths coming faster and uneven, her muscles beginning to spasm around him. She turned her head and he ended up running his nose across her pointed ear as he tried to kiss any accessible skin. Briar went stiff as he did so, clamping down on him, sending him spiralling with her over the edge.

Ori honestly felt as if something was being pulled from him as he filled her with his seed. His vision went white and his whole body went numb with pleasure.

He came to to the feeling of him sliding out from her body with a half-heart grunt. His chest and lap felt cold without her. He felt tired. Tired to the bone, as if he had been climbing a mountain on little food and rest. He almost ached and he couldn't find it within himself to reach out to her, or even lift his head from where it lolled against his shoulder and the back of the chair. Ori did manage to open his eyes when he felt nimble if shaking fingers tucking him away and redoing the ties on his breeches.

"Briar?" He mumbled in question, seeing her head tilt as if listening to something he could not hear, her eyes as glassy as they had been when she first arrived.

"Yavanna still Sings." She told him, laying a gentle hand on his cheek.

He frowned as his foggy brain tried to understand what she meant. Their previous conversation, if one could call it that, filtered in. His brain seemed to be exceedingly slow. He vaguely noticed that she was leaving but sleep fast approached and he barely had time to wonder where she was going.

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Bofur had been deep in the mines for the last four days. The dirt stuck to him so thick before he had visited the public baths, he wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook him for a lump of coal himself. Him, Bifur and a few of the Iron Hills lot had been exploring the mines and checking what had still held up after all these years and a dragon stomping around on top of it. A lot needed shoring up before they could even think of sending people down there to work but some tunnels were still as sturdy as the first day they had cut into the rock.

Pleasantly clean after so long filthy, he hummed as he walked down the street, knowing soon he would be in his apartment that he shared with his brother and cousin. There would be stew waiting for him to just warm up that Bombur would have left him knowing he'd be back from his shift that night. Then he'd be able to sleep on a soft mattress with warm blankets until morning, or maybe even lunchtime as he had a few days off.

It was good to be in a mountain again and better still to have good, safe work. Thorin trusted his and Bifur's word on what was safe and he trusted his King not to order them to delve too deep or mine into dangerous rock. His arms and back gave a dim throb of good, hard, honest, work well done.

His tune was coming to it's rather showy end as he reached the front door. He shoved it open and turned to push it closed again behind him. He jumped when someone slipped in before it was fully shut. His grip tightened on his mattock for a second before he recognized the intruder.

"Briar?" He asked in a hush whisper, looking over his shoulder at the rest of the house, assuring himself that Bombur and Bifur were asleep. "Are you alright, Lass?"

He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing here? Especially given the hour. Bofur had felt the sun set ages ago. Shouldn't all Hobbit girls and boys be finished with their supper and all tucked up in bed? Usually if anyone knocked on her door after ten, she'd be wrapped up in the house coat thing she asked Dori to make up for her. It was apparently improper to walk around your own home in only your nightgown, even if you lived alone.

Now, she was wearing a dark green dress. Quite a thin green dress, one he hadn't seen before, that fell to mid shin like Hobbit dresses tended to do. He assumed Dori had made it for the summer or maybe she was supposed to wear something else with it, like one of her cute little waistcoats. That was not the only thing that was odd about the dress though. It was rumpled. Briar didn't wear rumpled clothes if she had much of a choice. And if she didn't then she would fret and try to straighten them out.

Instead she only said his name, drawing it out in a way that sent shivers down his spine and his cock twitching in interest. It wasn't the first time their Burglar had elicited such a reaction in him. He had thought her cute right from the off, even if her beardless face and hairy feet were a bit strange.

Bofur had probably the first in the Company to use the only female company around as fantasy fodder for his alone time a bit away from camp. She just did things that got to him. How her round arse had bounced as she got a hang of riding the pony. The feel of her body pressed up against his own after nearly losing her during the thunder battle. Her tiny hand held in his own and the thought of what it would feel like in other places. Even her blush could get him going, when she dipped her head just right and looked up at him through her lashes with big hazel eyes.

But she'd always done all of it with an air of innocence, clearly having no idea of the allure she had. At the slightest hint of anything blue she went bright red and stutter-y, if she didn't clam up altogether. It all led him to believe her to be untouched and had put a quick halt to his jokes and the flirting that he thought much too far for Briar Baggins. Not that he had stopped flirting completely. It was part of who he was, after all and he mostly didn't mean anything by it. When he did send a gentle flirty joke or wink her way she had blushed and huffed and giggled at him but hadn't flirted back.

But her tone then, the way she let his name roll off her tongue, was anything but innocent.

He bent to lay his mattock aside, taking his eyes off of her for a moment and when he turned back she was a hair's breadth away from him. He inhaled sharply, smelling her honey soap and the unique scent of Briar, a hand reaching out to rest at her elbow.

"Briar?"

But she just leant into him, pressing her hands against his chest, moving them up to hold on to the lapels of his coat. She seemed to breathe him in and he could feel his own breath reflected off of her face it was so close. He had bent down without meaning to, drawn in by her presence.

"I hear the Green Lady's Call. She commands me to bring new life into the world. Will you gift me your seed?" Briar's voice was measured and paced, something about it striking him as traditional.

He stumbled back then, away from her. It was just not what he had been expecting. She followed him though, keeping herself pressed close to him as best she could. They end up closer to the single candle in the room and by its light he can see the strange feverish edge in her eyes and the euphoric but not quite all there look on her face. Her fingers move to brush at his moustache but as he felt her graze its ends he encloses her smaller hand his own large one.

"Briar, Lass?" He beseeched. "Do you know what your doing?"

Mahal's wife, Kaminzabdûna, was calling to Briar? He would wonder if she'd had a few too many but he couldn't smell a drop of alcohol on her, nor was she swaying and stumbling. Her eyes were hazy but focused intently upon him, her dexterous fingers wiggling away from his hold to stroke against his chest once more, pushing at his heavy coat, clearly hoping to remove it.

"Of course." She assured as she smiled at him, sounding more herself. "The Green Lady Sings to me and the Song led me to you."

"Me?" The disbelieving question falling from his mouth.

His coat was shoved off his shoulders but wouldn't move further as he bent his arms, reaching to cup her face between his hands, heeding her progress. Briar left his coat to slip her hands under his tunic. Dainty fingertip ran across his abs, through his wiry hair, making his muscles tense and ripple away from the ticklish touch.

"Bofur." She implored.

One of her hands left his skin to reach up and grab a hold of his hat, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He sunk into it with a needy if slightly muffled moan, weaving his own fingers into her curls. They were so soft, like silk, sliding easily between his fingers. Her other hand delved deeper under his tunic until it found his nipple. Briar made a small noise that was somewhere between shock and interest at finding it pierced. As she gave the bar a gentle twist he nipped at her bottom lip, licking it with the tip of his tongue only moments later.

He was reluctant to pull back but he had to.

"Briar." He breathed her name. "Say you want this. That this isn't some strange dream."

"Bofur, please." She whined, snuffling her face into the gap between his chin and chest, leaving him tingling as her eyelashes fluttered against his skin.

That about done it for Bofur. Who really could resist a beautiful Dam winding their fingers into his beard and practically begging for him to take her? He pressed a fierce kiss to her lips and let his hands run down her body, taking her all in, before getting his hands just under her butt and around her thick thighs, lifting her up against him. Briar gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her into his room, thoroughly enjoying her pressed up against him from her lips to her toes, which were rubbing up and down the tops of his thighs.

Bombur and Bifur were both quite heavy sleepers and he was sure they'd both be snoring away. He thought it was unlikely that they would be waking up, but made sure to be quiet all the same. He leant against the door to close it as opposed to kicking it shut like he wanted, his lips never leaving hers.

He fumbled a bit as he tried to kick off his boots as Briar wrestled his coat from his arms, her thighs clinging to his hips. He lost his balance as with a final tug, his coat was discarded behind them. Luckily he had managed to stumble towards his bed and got his arms up in time to land on his forearms and not the pretty little Hobbit lass under him.

She barely paused to orient herself before slipping her hands under his tunic once more and lifting it away from him and over his head. Bofur got his knees under him enough to sit up so he could help her with her quest to get him bare. His hat came tumbling off as his shirt hit the stone floor, but Briar scrambled after it and planted it firmly back on his head, sending him into a fit of chuckles. They tapered off when she thrust up against his neglected erection and pressed her lips to his for another firm kiss.

"Bofur, I hear the Green Lady's Call. She commands me to bring new life into the world." She repeated again, her warm sweet breath whispering through his moustache. "Will you gift me you seed?"

He freezes in shock as the question finally filters through a second time. New life? Seed?

"Briar?" He caressed her cheekbone, looking into her hazel eyes; his voice filled with hoarse awe. "Are you asking to craft a pebble with me?"

She nodded and reached down to begin untying his breeches. He toppled forwards, partly because of the sensation of her warm hands so close to where he really wanted them and partly the thought of a little one of his own with his dimples and Briar's curly hair. He buried his head in her hair, rubbing his nose against her ear, having noticed in the past how she would blush bright red if anyone got anywhere near them. She moaned and squirmed appreciatively as he had hoped she would, bringing a wide smile to his face.

His right hand came up to cup her breast through the thin dress, confirming that she had left off a binder or wrap. He squeezed, running a thumb over her hard nipple before trailing down to the bottom of her dress, which was already hiked up and barely covering her arse. Wrapping a hand around that bare, perfectly round arse in combination with the noises she made in reaction, were delicious.

Her cute, fizzy feet came up to push his breeches over his own arse and down his thighs. He kicked them off and cringed when they slipped off of the bed, the whittling knife in his pocket thudding against the stone floor. He brushed it aside, doubting his brother or cousin would investigate such noise. Instead, he got a hold of her dress and began stripping it off her. Briar was eager to help, lifting her hips and raising her hands above his head.

Completely bare under him, Briar looked a vision. She was completely hairless apart from her head, her feet and the secret place between her legs. He wanted to look his fill but she used the flaps of his hat to pull him down into a kiss again, her other hand popping open the buttons on his long johns. They were soon kicked off aswell and his hard as steel erection was wrapped in her soft, dainty hands. He couldn't help but thrust into them, it had been a while since he'd felt anything but his own fist.

"Lady Yavanna commands me to bring new life into the world." She insisted, planting chaste kisses to every part of his face she could reach, all the while stroking his cock. "Will you gift me your seed?"

Something told him that the words were important and she wouldn't be carry on without a verbal answer. The image of her large with child, his child, made him throb and leak. Briar's thumb only came up to brush the bead away, rubbing the moisture into the head.

"Hmmm, Yes." He groaned as she began pulling him towards her with a light squeeze as soon as the words were out of his mouth. "Briar!"

He kissed up and down her neck as she pressed him to her entrance. For a moment, he worried he would hurt her; she hadn't let him get a finger or two inside her first like he really should have, to help smooth his way. But he shouldn't have worried as he sunk into her easily for all that she was very, very tight. She was also so very, very slick. Bofur briefly felt a jolt of jealousy run through his stomach when he didn't encounter a barrier but he pushed it aside. He wasn't particularly chaste himself and hadn't been for longer than Briar had been alive. He had to scrunch up his face, burying it into her shoulder, sucking a bruise into her skin.

Every sense he had was wrapped up in the Hobbit beneath him. The smell of honey and flowers and cut grass. The taste of her skin under his tongue. Her hair tickling his brow, her fingers digging into the short hair at the back of his head, her breast pressed against his chest, her plush but firm thighs wrapped around him, her heels encouraging him to press closer. The warm, wet heat enveloping his cock.

When he was flush against her, Bofur found he could hold back no more, words of worship spilling from his lips.

"Oh Mahal, Briar, so perfect, so tight, so... Oh, Âzyungâl!" He mumbled into her hair. "Azralizi, Briar, please."

She clamped her internal muscles down around him as he pulled away, as if desperate to keep him inside of her. Her heels dug into his arse to drag him back and her hips rose to meet him, clenching around him again. He carried on his litany of praise and prayer, slowly losing more and more of his fluency in Westron. He tried to stick to things she would understand but he was out of his mind as they both sped up.

He met her lips sloppily and his hands flew up and down her body, hoping to drive her as wild as she was driving him, tugging at his hair with just the right amount of pressure. Briar groaned and whimpered as he groped at her tits and licked a stipe across her ear at the same time. He risked the barest nip to the pointed tip, gauging her reaction. There was no mistaking her sharp keen and the shiver that ran through her body to be anything other than pleasure.

"Bofur, Bofur, Bofur." She began to chant under her breath and he chuckled again, sending the vibrations through the both of them.

Mahal, the whirling heat and pressure in his lower stomach was increasing and he could feel the muscles in his thighs, arse and core begin to burn with exertion. He wasn't going to last much longer. He concentrated his attention on her ear, alternating between nips and licks. Her hips came up against his own harder and jerkier, forcing a grunt from him. He ground down into her on his next thrust and almost choked as she clamped down on him suddenly, throwing her head back and shouting his name.

His own orgasm was ripped from him on his next thrust into her spasming heat. He ground into her, wrapping around her smaller body with his own, refusing to pull away even an inch, as she milked him for all he had. His own moan seemed far away as his ears filled with the sound of running water and his vision went grey, even though he was sure his eyes were fastened shut.

Bofur didn't realise he had passed out until he felt a small body wiggling to get out from underneath him. It seemed to take all the energy he had left to carefully pull out from her and roll to his side. He could hardly keep his eyes open but he still struggled to get a hold of her as he noticed her slip from his bed.

"Âzyungâl?" He slurred as his floppy hand missed her completely. "Where ya goin'?"

His blankets were pulled out from under him and thrown over his naked body. He felt her tuck them in around him but he pushed them away as much as he could.

"Briar?" He murmured, his eyelids seeming to get heavier and heavier as he fought to stay awake.

"My Lady still Sings." She whispered in his ear, planting a chaste kiss to his brow as he frowned in confusion, his thoughts sluggish.

He lost the battle with his eyelids and Bofur was practically asleep when the faint sound of his bedroom door opening and closing reached his ears.

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Nori was heading back to his apartment to sleep. It had been a long day and it was finally done. He'd catch a few winks and be back out at it again the following day. There was lots to do and Nori enjoyed being busy so it suited him. Busy with this kind of work anyway. There were always something to eavesdrop on, contacts to speak with, places to break into and documents to copy down in his own short-hand. Really being the King's Spymaster was shaping out to be a most enjoyable gig and the mountain wasn't even anywhere near full yet.

He had almost reached the door when the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Nori was no longer alone. He pulled his left hand in close, hovering over a throwing knife as he turned to disguise the movement and check the corridor he was sure had been empty moments before.

He would deny it should anyone ask but he jumped almost a foot in the air when he found their resident Hobbit at his elbow. It was only the fact he had honed his reflexes practically his whole life that she didn't end up with a blade in her gut.

Releasing the hold of his knife, he relaxed and took her in as he turned to her more fully, trying to ascertain why she was up and about in the dead of night. Her hair was messed and her dress was rumpled and creased. Her lips were kiss-swollen and very noticeable bruises spotted down her neck and across one shoulder were darkening before his very eyes.

It looked like their Hobbit was sneaking out of someone's bed.

He quirked an eyebrow, obviously looking her up and down, not bothering to hide his smirk. It was a pity really, he'd always had a soft spot for their fussy little burglar. He wondered which of them had finally got up the courage to ask to court her? It had to be one of the dwarrow who had joined them on the Quest. None of the Iron Hills lot had gotten close enough to their burglar. He'd made sure of that.

Usually it was the Dam that made the first move but he knew Hobbits were like Men in that the males led courtship. He doubted Briar would ever make the first move even if someone had told her how Dwarrow went about such things. She was too shy for that, too proper.

He was surprised that she fallen into bed with who ever it was though. Briar had definitely been untouched when they had been on the Quest. She just been too oblivious to things for her to be anything but. And as she had never married, as he assumed was the way with Hobbits, it hadn't been much of a shock.

"And what have you been up to this fine night, Miss Baggins?" He teased, expecting some sharp and quick-witted rejoinder.

"I hear the Green Lady's Call. She commands me to bring new life into the world." She told him, her words taking on a ritual lilt and measured pace.

"Oh...kay?" He frowned, because, really, what in Mahal's name was she talking about?

"Will you gift me your seed?" Briar leant into him then, letting him see her blown pupils nearly covering all of the hazel.

"It rather looks to me that someone has already gifted you their seed." He took a step back but she followed and Nori refused to be backed into a wall by anyone so he held his ground even as she reached out to lay both her palms on his chest.

"Lady Yavanna still sings, Nori." Briar pressed her ear to his chest as if listening to something other than the beat of his heart. "She commands me bring new life in to the world. Please."

Briar was practically climbing him then, winding her hands into his elaborate braids, fastening her lips to his own. Still he hesitated, trying to put space between them even as she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles over his butt to secure herself in place.

"But why, Briar? What's going on?" Worry and arousal were warring in his head, but he wasn't giving in until he got answers.

She made a frustrated little huff, grinding into him in a way that was just not helping and he struggled to get a grip on her to halt her movement.

"The Green Lady sings." She insisted, seeming to struggle to find the words to explain herself; another thing to worry him as Briar was usually quite concise. "Hobbit secrets. When she Calls, we must follow, to produce Life as Our Lady demands."

She was wriggling then, burying her face into his beard to nuzzle. Worry won the battle if not the war in that moment and he started heading back down the hall, heading for Briar's own rooms.

"You mean you don't get a choice?" He grumbled, tightening his hold of her.

She huffed again but this one was the one she reserved for when the Company was being particularly stupid.

"You can say no, of course. The Song will just change again." She informed him, planting chaste kisses to his beard and cheekbones, her hand stroking a finger across his braided eyebrow.

"No, not me Briar." He said firmly, as he reached her door, finding it cracked open. "You."

He caught her frowning in confusion out of the corner of his eye as he looked over her shoulder to access her room. It didn't look as though anything was out of place so he assumed it had been Briar that left her door open. He doubt making sure her front door was closed behind her was a very high priority to her at the moment.

"Why wouldn't I answer the Call? It's a blessing." Her voice was soft and as he turned she kissed at the corner of his lips, being far too tempting especially as she began rolling her hips against his own. "Will you gift me your seed Nori? Plant fauntlings inside me, watch them grow?"

He closed his eyes as he groaned, not having the strength to pull away but not moving with her either. It really seemed like a win-win scenario but he knew there had to be a down side, somewhere. Whatever was happening seemed like something that happened to Hobbits, what with how she talked about it and Briar wanted it, wanted him. Nori was never good at denying himself thing he wanted. And he definitely found himself wanting.

He started kissing her back, applying pressure and using his tongue to send her reeling. Never let it be said Nori didn't no what he was doing. She submitted to the intrusion with a sigh now he was finally giving her what she wanted. He slid his hands under the back of her dress and found her bare, a shapely cheek in each hand.

Briar surprised him once more by reaching down to find the edge of the dress and lifting it to pull over her head and dropped it on to the green rug in the living room. Leaving her completely naked.

"Will you gift me your seed?" She pleaded, her hands needing at his shoulders.

He captured her lips again in a demanding kiss before he answered her. "Yes, I think I will."

He turned then, carrying her into her bedroom. He gave the room a once over, more out of habit than the expectation that either of them would be in any danger here. He registered the mess of clothes half falling out of her wardrobe, the outfit she had been wearing earlier in the day discarded on the floor, a side table with a few books from the library on top of it, two lit candles leaving the room in a flickering amber glow, her tiny sword and a small chest in one corner before his gaze returned to the naked female in his arms.

With a smirk, he unhooked her legs and dumped her on her bed, enjoying the yelp she gave as he did so. She went to sit up and likely shorten the distance he had put between them.

"Stay." He didn't raise his voice but let the clear command sit in the air, waiting to see how she would take it.

There was a moment of hesitation but Briar almost instantly relaxed, laying back. Anticipation ran through his body sending goose bumps racing along his skin. His smirk twitched wider before he could control it and watched as her eyes focus on the movement. Then she was looking him in the eye, equal parts shy and eager.

"Shuffle up so your head's on the pillow." He told her as he slowly reached up to shrug off his jacket.

He watched as she complied, wiggling her way up the bed. He folded his jacket in half, laying over the edge of the footboard. She fidgeted, observing his unhurried pace. He could practically taste the impatience beginning to roll off of her. Still, he didn't approach, staying in place at the foot of her bed.

"Arms above your head." He lifted a foot to untie the laces then the other. "Spread your legs."

Briar moved her arms easily enough but a beautiful blush crept along her face, neck and chest as she obeyed the second order. He spent what must have been agonisingly long minutes just feasting his eyes upon her as he idly pulled his boots and then socks from his feet. Her breasts heaved with every breath, rosy nipples stood to attention, begging for him to touch. The love-bites running down her neck and across her right shoulder where not the only bruises to be found. Fingerprints blossomed across her hipbones. The curls nestled between her legs were the same honey blonde as the one on her head. Delicate lips parted to reveal puffy pink flesh, her forge slick with spendings and her own arousal.

"Nori, please." She whined, rolling her head but otherwise staying exactly where he told her to.

"Patience." He reached behind him to relinquish himself of the knives that he kept there.

She made a frustrated noise, her hips cantering seemingly against her will. He couldn't help but give a low chuckle and watched as it sent shivers up her spine.

"I've imagined this, you know." He told her, his voice thickening, allowing her to hear his own arousal. "You, all bare and writhing before me."

Lifting a knee, he crawled on to the bed, pausing level with her hips to run a single finger from her fuzzy ankle, up the inside to her knee and plush thighs.

"All plump and ripe for the picking." He continued, swiping his finger over her bead.

She made a little yip sound, the muscles in her thighs and stomach clenching. He let his knees slid out from under him, his hips pressed into the bed, holding himself up on one elbow and began drawing idle circles around her bead, occasionally dipping to tease her entrance but never pushing in.

He watched her flushed face, over her healthily rounded belly and bouncing tits as she began panting and gasping, cantering her hips to encourage him inside. He kept up with her movements, denying her what she wanted. Her little breathy whines grew more and more frustrated as he went. Nori leant in to give a sharp nip to the inside of her thigh to stop himself breaking into mad laughter.

"How many times have you cum tonight?" He waited for an answer but when none came he pinched her nub making her squeal. "Answer me."

"Tw...twice." She stuttered, groaning. "Nori, please, please, please."

Mahal, she must be sensitive. He let his finger slip down again, joining another as he pushed them into her suddenly. She was practically dripping. Her back arched as she moaned, her hips pressing into his fingers, grinding against his palm.

"You like that?" He pressed a kiss just below her bellybutton, briefly flicking his tongue inside before trailing kisses and bites up her body. "D'ya like it hard? D'ya like it rough?"

Briar just keened and writhed with the occasional 'please' thrown in. Her hands were fisting in the pillow and strands of her own hair above her head. He didn't need an answer to that. It was obvious she did. Sucking a pert nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, as he worked another finger in with the others. Her pleas picked up in tempo and pitch.

"You beg so prettily, Briar," He informed her as he kissed up the unmarred side of her neck. "but you really should tell me what it is your begging for."

"Ngh, Nori, please. I need you to take me." She urged.

"Well, why didn't you say?" Pulling his fingers from her, he patted her hip. "Turn over."

Hesitancy flickered over her face again but it was gone as soon as it arrived. As she wiggled on to her front, Nori knelt, untying her breeches with one hand while the other slid under her waist to hoist her up on to her knees. He used a knee to knock hers slightly, widening her stance.

As his cock flopped into his hand and he gave it an unconscious stroke, his focus was on running a hand up and down her pert butt and plump thighs. He groaned when as he gave it a light tap, watching the flesh jiggle. He leant over her then, planting a kiss to the tip of her ear, holding himself up on one arm next to her shoulder.

"Tell me how much you want me." He murmured in her ear, brushing the head of his cock against her bead.

She gave a chocked sob and pushed back into him, turning her head so her cheek grazed his own.

"Please Nori. Please, I'm so empty. Fill me up. I need you. Please, please, please." Her litany, high and breathy, was cut off when he sunk into her, forcing grunts from them both.

She was wonderfully tight, clamping down on him, dragging on him as he pulled back before reversing into a powerful thrust. His free hand came up to pinch at her nipples alternately. She was letting out a constant stuttered moan as each thrust knocked the breath from her. Her back arched as she pushed back to meet his vigorous movements, changing the angle of her hips, forcing him to plunge even deeper into her.

"Aklâf, Briar!" He swore feeling his balls tap, tap, tap against her bead as they swung violently.

Nori felt his hipbones thump into her own and wondered if he was going to end up bruising her as well. Hobbit's just weren't as sturdy as dwarrow, something he was struggling to keep in mind. His stones began to tighten and he knew it wouldn't be too much longer now. He abandoned her nipples for her bead, rubbing it furiously, determined to tip her over the edge.

"Nori!" She screamed dragging him with her to the most sudden and powerful peak of his life.

He came back to awareness to the taste of blood in his mouth. He'd bitten her, the teeth marks on her shoulder not terribly deep but enough to draw blood. He sleepily lick at it, laying a kiss over the tender red flesh. It took him a moment to summon the strength to gently pull out of her swollen forge and roll to his side so as not squash his Hobbit under his weight.

Briar was fast asleep, arms tucked up under her slack face. Nori sniggered, brushing a stray curl behind her pointed ear. He rolled out of bed, finding a bowl of clean water in her bathroom and had a quick wash, divesting himself of the rest of his slightly stained clothes.

It wasn't hard to pick up the little woman and pull the blankets out from under her. Once he had her all tucked in, Nori slipping in beside her, pulling her into his side, resting his chin on the top of her head. Since she had fallen asleep he had to assume that The Green Lady had stopped singing. Drowsily he petted her hair, her smooth skin feeling as if made of silk against his own hairy body.

He just hoped she wouldn't kick him out in the morning before he had gotten a more lengthy explanation.