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The Fire

Fandom: The Hobbit

Words: 3,3K

Warnings: 18+

Summary: A young adventurous dwarven woman sneaks out to explore the depth of the mountain, but she never could have foreseen what she discovers there, or how she would be affected by it.

A/N: I was inspired by this amazing piece of art by @procoffeinating, who generously agreed to let me post it together with my fic. Thanks once again! 💙💙💙

”The dwarves delved too greedily and too deep. You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazad-dum... shadow and flame.”

Maybe this was one of her more stupid ideas, but Polina felt in her heart that something rewarding waited at the end of her private exploration. Too curious and stubborn to let go of an exciting opportunity like this, she had carefully planned her secret adventure. She discovered a hidden passage by accident, far down under the mountain, where she was sent to find Master Yugril deep in the mines. Always keen on exploring new territory, she deviated from her original plan and, against better judgement, made sure to memorize the place. A few nights later, when the mountain was sleeping, Polina made sure she remained unseen as she pressed her body through the small and barely visible opening. Beyond lay the passage which she could not wait to chase into the unknown.

Since she started to follow in her father’s footsteps and learned the difficult craft of transforming precious stones into jewelry, she often visited the mines to understand more about the extraction of the beautiful gems she was entrusted with. She knew her way around but this time she was on untrodden stones. Her heart was beating hard, like the hammer in the hand of one of those rough blacksmiths she secretly admired as often as she could.

The air gradually became warmer the further she walked, and darkness seemed even more compact. Polina held the small lantern as high as she could to spread its warm but faint light. She no longer doubted that the passage went deeper than the mines she left behind for the path turned steep and she had to steady herself on the rough walls to prevent herself from slipping. Falling and smashing the lantern was a greater fear than facing her father’s wrath, if he ever found out what she was doing. Still, her curiosity held her in a demanding grip, and even if she had wanted to, she could not turn back now.

Ever since she was a young girl, her mother had told her that she was too adventurous for a girl. Polina never showed any interest in staying at home and learning the skills needed to maintain a household. Instead, she followed her father like a shadow as soon as he was crafting, amazed by his skills and the beautiful things he created. She often ran away with some of the boys to find treasures, as they liked to call them. It could be anything, they never knew what a treasure was until they gazed upon it. Sometimes it was something lost, nothing of value, but interesting enough to catch their attention. Other times it was a place none of them had visited before. And one time it got really exciting, when they found a crack in the mountain. Polina, the smallest in the group, was the only one tiny enough to slip through, and she could still recall the combination of thrill and fear that exploded in her chest when she stood alone on the other side, surrounded by darkness. Back then, the fear of being alone forced her back to her friends but she never forgot the feeling. It marked her for life.

Polina wondered how long she had walked, it felt like a small eternity. Thankfully the path had not divided, so for now she would have no trouble finding her way back. Suddenly she became aware of a small change in the air around her. She was used to all of the different smells her people produced in the mountain. Everything from the smell of food in the large dining halls to smoke rising from the forges was familiar to her, but as she walked, her nose picked up another, unfamiliar scent. It reminded her of smoke, but less unpleasant to breathe in. It did not stick to her tongue as regular smoke did, it felt cleaner somehow. Briefly, she wished that Master Yugril had been with her. He might have known what caused this faint, yet strange smell. But then she thought better of it. Master Yugril would have a few hard words to say to a young dwarven woman, exploring the mountain alone. If she wanted to know the secrets in the depths of this mountain, she needed to find out for herself.

The mountain did nothing to help her. Instead it forced her to walk uncomfortably with her back against the wall, and the lantern did not illuminate much, hanging low in her hand. But Polina urged herself further until there seemed to be a dead end. The walls almost leaned on each other and the gap was not enough for a male dwarf to pass. Polina swallowed hard. She knew she was considered small by the standards of her people, maybe she could fit if she was lucky enough. The memory of the triumph she had felt as a young girl when she achieved what the boys could not, made the decision for her. Afraid to ruin the dress, she decided that it was better to proceed in a less formal way. She pulled the dress over her head and let it fall to the ground. Her underskirt was long enough and wearing only her chemise and corset made her movements a little easier. She laughed nervously at herself. Why was she worried? She was all alone and nobody would see her. The risk of being spotted from the window in her own chamber was bigger and she undressed there daily. She took a deep breath to steady herself, exhaled loudly and then closed her eyes. And proceeded.

Rough stone scraped against her chest and for a short while she thought she was going to get stuck. But then it appeared like the mountain finally was on her side, for the pressure suddenly vanished and Polina stumbled forward when the walls let go of her body, gasping for air. She realized she had stepped right into a large cave and with widened eyes she held up her lantern and looked closely at the wall behind her. No marks on the stone, no signs of any dwarf claiming to have discovered this unfamiliar place before she did. Her heart was drumming. How exciting!

With the lantern in a tight grip she started to follow one of the walls. Her small lantern only helped reveal part of the cave, but her instinct told her that there was a lot she could not see. And then it was that smell, she could feel it stronger now. It was definitely not smoke, at least not smoke coming from the usual burning wood. With one hand on the stone she followed the harsh curves of the mountain. Suddenly she froze in her tracks. Something felt different; ominous and alluring at the same time. It was as if the mountain was breathing and fanning her skin with every warm breath. The old walls were watching her and needed to decide if she was a friend or foe. Then her eyes caught a movement in the dark. Now she was sure. She was not alone. She stood still and listened. Afraid of not being able to find her way back to the small opening, Polina did not dare to move away from the wall. She held up the lantern in an attempt to see more, but it was useless. If she had known, she would have brought one of her father’s large lanterns. Or maybe a torch. She trembled. It did not matter now, all she could do was wait.

It was in the faint light she saw the next movement. Something, or someone, was moving in the shadows just beyond the light. She took a step back, and her shoulders came to rest against the hard stone. Despite her best effort she could not see anything in the dark. It was not until the cave’s inhabitant, without the slightest warning, stepped into the light that she could see properly. The sight made her cry out in shock and she would have fainted, if it was not for the sturdy wall behind her.

Polina was certain that the strange and quite terrifying looking creature staring down on her was not one of Mahal’s creations. It was taller than any dwarf, maybe even taller than the race of Men. She had never traveled beyond their borders, so she was not sure, but stories had been told for as long as she could remember. They stared at each other and when he did not instantly kill her, she allowed herself to breathe again. She let her eyes rest on the heavy mass of muscles on the creature's chest, remarkably similar to her own race in their shape. Unable to stop her gaze, she followed the hairless skin down until she gazed upon a heavy manhood. She gasped and averted her eyes, but she already knew she would never be able to forget what she just saw. The male’s skin was darker than hers, and the uncovered shaft hanging passively from him made her blush. His eyes briefly gleamed like gold when she met his gaze again and it made her curiosity take over.

”What kind of creature are you?” She spoke in the common speech her father had taught her. ”One day,” he had said when they started, ”you might need to speak to people of different races. And that day you will shine brighter than all the other gems who never had the opportunity to learn.”

The male did not answer her. Nothing on his face revealed that he understood what she just said. She was not even sure he heard her. He approached her in a slow, predatory way, holding her gaze steadily with a pair of unusual looking eyes. They shifted between black and gold. The shape of his eyes was different from hers, and his stare far more intense than any other dwarf’s. He stopped only an arm’s length from her and if she reached out, she would be able to touch him. The thought did not scare her, even if the massive horns on his head made her question where he truly belonged. Then she felt it. Heat. It was no doubt coming from him. And the scent she had smelled even before she entered the cave, it was his. Up close it was a raw scent, alluring and somehow masculine. It was impossible for Polina to ignore how it affected her; her heart beat much faster and fueled her inner heat which began to spread in her body, uncontrolled like a firestorm. It was an unexpected, excessively intense and so unlikely feeling, far from anything else she had ever experienced. If she was in trouble before for going exploring on her own, she was in even deeper trouble now, when his piercing gaze made her weak.

Polina had never seen an adult male without a beard and the stranger’s clean face revealed his sharp, strong jaw and together with his incredibly hard body he looked both foreign and familiar at the same time. She wondered how it would feel to touch his silky skin, to run her fingers over his well-defined chest. Next to him, she felt tiny, and when he suddenly lifted his hand, she stopped breathing. Trapped, with her shoulders against the wall, she could not back away and she stared at his large hand as he approached her. Enchanted by his long fingers she did not blink when his index finger brushed against the fabric of her corset. There was a brief burning feeling against her skin and she glanced down in horror. A pile of ash lay at her feet, the sad remains of her clothes. She covered her mouth with her hand, to prevent her own screams from escaping her throat and looked back up at him. Now she was naked, just as he was.

For the first time he was the one who broke their eye contact and let his unusual stare follow the curves of her body. He lingered at her breasts and it made her wonder if she was the first female dwarf he met. The fear she initially felt was replaced with curiosity and she watched with fascination how his eyes gleamed like fire before they once again resembled black opals. In the light from her lantern she saw the beast hanging passively from his body coming to life. Like a predator it woke from its slumber and the thick head made her shiver. Her body answered its silent call.

Something about him made him irresistible. She felt drawn to him in a way she could not comprehend. Maybe it was the gold in his eyes, which spoke of promises she did not even dare try to fully understand, maybe her thirst to discover the unknown made her attracted to the dangerous look on his face or maybe it was simply the heat that surrounded him and eventually her. It could have been all of it, but Polina did not protest when he closed the gap between them, lifted her up in his massive arms and held her against his chest. Instead she wrapped her legs around his waist and welcomed the feeling of his skin against hers. A low groan was heard from the creature when her secret parts pressed against his skin and something in his eyes made her understand that he felt what she already knew; she was aroused.

With a steady grip on her bottom, the horned male let her slide down a little, no doubt leaving traces of her state on his lower belly. Her breath hitched when she became aware of his intention. The head of his engorged member pressed at her slickness and the adjustment her body willingly performed when he stretched her over the top made her whimper. Another groan filled her ears, louder and more feral. When he pushed deeper, Polina’s mind turned hazy and she crossed her arms around his neck. She was sure she was going to faint if he continued and she thought of the terrifying difference in size between them. There was no possibility for him to bury himself to the root, like, for example, the blacksmith would do, and therefore she could only hope that he was merciful. With a hoarse moan, he suddenly pulled her down on him, as far as her body allowed and Polina’s cry echoed between the walls. Then he held her still while her body fought against the shock, and when she finally started to relax, he met her gaze. Slowly, he started to move inside her and excitement filled her when she felt her body accepting him. She closed her eyes, leaned against his torso and let him take her in a sinnister pace she quickly became addicted to.

The darkness around her turned brighter, her body felt like it melted together with his and every thrust was a blessing by Mahal. They were no longer woman and beast, but two souls reaching for the same goal. She felt hot, like she was burning from the inside and the closer she came to her relief, the more she became aware that her great pleasure would come with a price: pain.

Polina lost the ability to focus on anything but the strange burning feeling inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes when her inner volcano erupted and the intense climax tore her apart. She cried out in relief and the roar from the creature rolled between the walls like thunder. There was no way she could tell if he had joined her, but he became still when she collapsed in his arms. She was exhausted, confused and in pain, but all she could think of was that he smelled like…fire.

The sight that awaited her when she opened her eyes made her cry out again, this time in fear. The man, who still had part of his enormous length buried in her, was glowing. His skin resembled the fire only found in the largest of furnaces and the thick veins on his arms seemed to crawl under his skin. Only his eyes were black as a moonless night.

Polina placed her hands on his chest and pushed as hard as she could. With a grunt he slipped out of her and let her land with her feet on the hard ground. She stared at him, his tall and muscular body seemed even larger now, as if he was growing before her eyes. A proof of his ecstasy spilled down her inner thigh and burned her skin like molten lava. He took a step forward, and despite the heat licking her body when he held his hand just above her shoulder, she trembled. When he let his hand fall down on her shoulder, she whimpered. He did not pull back. Without taking his eyes from her, he lifted his other hand, pointed at her eyes and with a voice darker than the deepest dungeon, he spoke one single word; ”Ersar”

Then a tortured expression filled his eyes and he took his hand from her shoulder. In the next blink of an eye, he stumbled backwards and lit up like a torch. She watched in horror how he roared in pain as the flames became part of him. When he met her gaze again, nothing of the man was left in him. He was only fire and his horns grew to a grotesque size and shape. Unable to move, she watched him light up the cave but when he lurched forward, her body finally decided to cooperate. She did what she should have done in the first place; she ran, the fastest she could.

Finding the small opening was easy in the guiding light from the beast and after she pressed herself through the narrow gap it quickly became darker and she allowed herself to slow down. Without the lantern she had to rely on her hands to find her way in the dark. It was not until she fell over something soft and familiar that she felt relatively safe. Without her corset, the dress felt strangely loose on her body, but it was far better than running naked.

Much later, when she sneaked back into her chamber unseen, she let out a deep sigh. Her body was still hurting and on her skin lingered a smoky scent. Polina washed her face over the bowl with cold water and then undressed in front of the mirror. She gazed at her sore body and was relieved when she did not see any burn marks. The painful memory of his pointing finger flashed before her eyes and it made her lean closer to the mirror. No marks on her face either and for that she was grateful. A faint smile spread on her lips but it died the moment realization hit her. How had he known her people's secret word for fire? Had he listened to them in the dark? Watched them also? And for how long? She knew dwarves grew older than Men, but what about beasts? How long had he waited in the dark?

Her hands trembled as she unbraided and combed her long hair. It spilled over her naked shoulders and she gave herself one last look in the mirror. That was when she saw it. She leaned closer to the mirror once more and stared at her reflection. In her eyes danced a small flickering fire. And instantly the burning feeling between her thighs was back. With a gasp she pressed her hand against the intense heat and the strange, but not only painful, feeling when her cold fingers met her sensitive skin made her moan. She wanted to cry, but no tears came. The horned beast had indeed marked her. Something in her heart told her that it was for life.

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