Last chapter! I hope you liked it!

Azra looked at Thorin, who sat beside her on the steps of her home. A part of her felt as if nothing had ever happened, but the other part felt that Ina might stand between them forever. She needed time. Her love to Thorin was still strong, but she could not go on as if the past five years had not happened.

'Take your time.' Thorin whispered and started kissing her cheek before moving to her neck, softly nibbling like he had years ago. Azra closed her eyes and leaned into his kisses. Until this moment she had not realised how much she had missed Thorin, his touch and his lips on her. Azra layed down on the warm floor into the petals and pulled Thorin down with her. The sun shined down onto the couple who had been separated for too long. Their lips crushed onto each other and tongues met in a desperate tangle. Azras hand brushed through Thorins mane and stroked his beard. Thorin grabbed her waist to pull her close and moved his hand down to her center. He slowly pulled up her dress and caressed her thighs. Azra did not waste time by undressing Thorin. Hungry for him and desperate to feel him inside of her she opened his pants freed his already hardened member. She teased him with her fingers, stroking slightly. Thorin hissed and answered by pushing his finger into her. Azra cried out her pleasure as he entered her and started moving. Arching her back she pressed her body closer to his and grasped his broad shoulders for a better hold.

'Thorin...' Azra gasped as Thorin added another finger. 'Stop teasing...Gods!'

Thorin smirked against the skin of her neck and nibbled on the soft skin, leaving a mark. Azra gasped and suppressed a scream as she came for the first time. Removing his fingers Thorin positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed into her, torturing both with his tenderness. Azra wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close, meeting every single one of his thrusts by lifting her hips. Thorin pulled out and slowly slid inside of her again and again, almost painfully slow. Their moans and suppressed cries filled the air outside of Azras small house. Azra nibbled on Thorins lip as she felt her felt her second climax rise. Capturing his lips in a passionate kiss Azra moaned into Thorins mouth as the second climax ripped through her body. As he felt her clench around him Thorin groaned out his release and collapsed on top of Azra, panting and seeing stars. Panting they lay on the stairs covered with the soft petals. Time was frozen for both of them.

'Is this your way of convinving me?' Azra asked as she had caught her breath.

Thorin smiled and leaned on his elbow to look down at her. 'I already told you that you have all the time you need.'

'Will you wait? Here?' Azra asked him.

'If you want.' Thorin nodded and hoped that the result was worth the wait.

Weeks passed and Thorin spend every day with Azra in her house, enjoying the peace and calm and the closeness between them. At the evening of the twentieth day Azra sat down with him and they talked about their possible future in Erebor.

'How was your plan?' Azra was curious. 'Would you just present me to your council and your people as your new queen? And what about your son? Will he ever accept me?'

Thorin smiled, relieved that she even thought about going home with him. 'Well, I have the full support of the council as far as our marriage is concerned. And about my son. He is six months old, he'll accept you as his stepmother. The question is - will you accept him as our son?'

Azra winced. She still had to tell Thorin that they could never have children. Thorin misinterpreted her frown and came to the wrong conclusion.

'You do not need to accept him as your son if you do not want to.' he said, but he could not hide the sad tone in his voice.

Azra looked at him with big eyes. 'I would be honored to raise Inas son as ours. Its just...I still have to tell you something.' she took a deep breath and continued. 'Thorin, I can never get pregnant. The...the assault on me back then in the mines...they damaged me and I will never be able to conceive a child. We will never have children of our own, Thorin.'

Thorin swallowed hard as he heard this. He had already thought about having children with the woman he loved and had not seen this coming. But his love for Azra was strong and he would not let anything get in the way of them being happy together ever again.

'My love, I am so sorry.' he whispered and caressed her cheek with his callous hands. 'I have to admit that the thought of never having children with you is hard. But it tortures me even more that I was not there to protect you as these men did this to you. It was partly my fault that this happened to you. Forgive me.'

'No, Thorin!' Azra stated firmly. 'This was never your fault. These men did this to me, not you. Don't ever say that again. I never blamed you and neither should you blame yourself.' Azra kissed him gently. 'I will come back with you as your queen and I will do my best to raise Inas child with you. If you still want me.'

Thorin felt a huge relief at her words and his heart jumped with happiness. 'Of course I want you. I have always wanted you.' he sighed and took his queen in his arms.

They sat on the stairs of Azras home in each others arms and watched the beautiful sunset. Somewhere behind the setting sun lay Erebor, their kingdom.

'Queen of Erebor. My little sister.' Andor had to sit down as Azra told him the news. Deena took her sister in law into her arms and hugged her tight. 'When will you leave?' Andor asked Thorin and Azra.

'In two days.' Azra told him. 'But if you need anything, please write me. Promise.'

'Don´t worry about us, Azra.' Deena smiled. 'We know where to find you. And Andor had everything under control. Rhun has been calm and peaceful lately. We will write you because we will miss you, sister.'

These were the first warm words the two women exchanged. Azra hugged her sister in law back. 'I will miss you, too.'

Two days later, Thorin and Azra made way for Erebor.

Azra smiled happily as she saw the Lonely Mountain arise in front of them. Snow covered its top and she could already see the gate.

'Our home.' Thorin sighed and smiled at his bride. As they passed the gate they were welcomed by the guards and Dwalin who took Azra into his arms again and this time he did not want to let go. Laughing and cheering the captain of the guard half carried half dragged Azra to the great hall where Dis and Gimli were already waiting. Dis took her best friend into her arms and had to blink away tears.

Azra froze as she saw the small dwarfling in Gimlis arms. With a questioning glance she looked at Thorin, who nodded. That was Ino, Thorins and Inas son. Heir to the throne of Erebor. Against her will Azra felt a sting in her heart as she looked the the child she had hoped to give Thorin herself. But the little dwarfling was precious and as he looked back her with huge blue eyes which almost took half his face Azra had to laugh. As she took him in her arms the small boy instantly took a streak of Azras hair and started chewing on it. Azra could not help but love the little boy instantly.

Thorin smiled as he saw Azra with his son. The two got along perfectly well and Thorin knew that Azra would never let Ino forget who his real mother was and that she would hold queen Inas memory in high honor as long as she lived.

One month later Thorin and Azra married in a simple ceremony and Azra was crowned queen of Erebor. The diplomatical bond between Rhun and Erebor held as long as Thorins and Azras marriage and beyond. The Easterlings never turned against the people of the West again.

Ino loved Azra as if she was his real mother and Azra raised him to be a gentle and considerate leader of his people. Ino had his mothers character. He was warm and low key, but he also had Thorins strength and majestic aura. Azra visited Inas grave now and then together with Ino and told him about his mother. Never Ino was to forget who gave him life and had been the first queen at Thorins side.

Thorin and his Easterling queen ruled long and Erebor prospered under their care. The love between the dwarf king and his former prisoner of war became the content of several songs and sagas. As Thorin died several decades later, a part of the mountains side collapsed. Only few knew that it was Azras grief that had caused this stony avalanche. Nobody got hurt, but the avalanche had changed the shape of the mountain. Now a path of stones led up to the mountain's top where the dwarves of Erebor build a majestic tomb for their king. Azra insisted that Inas tomb should be brought up at Thorins right side and that she would take the place at his left side when time had come. Thorin II. Oakenshield was to guard his mountain for all eternity, at the side of his two queens. Only one year after Thorins death Azra followed her love. Ino buried her at his fathers side like she had wished and from that day on Erebor was under the protection of a power bigger than any other in Middle Earth. The love of a king and queen.

The End.