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Thorin, Fili, Emma and the Unusual Arrangement - Part 19

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18]

This tale is for 18+ readers only.

If smut, angst, fluff, backdoor entry, oral (m&f receiving), and threesome offend you, do NOT read below the cut!!!

In this Alternate Universe Hobbit tale, Thorin and Company find an injured Dwarrowdam in the wild who is alone. They take her into the company and heal her, insisting that she stay with them so she stays safe. During the quest, Thorin, Fili and the Dwarrowdam find themselves in an unusual arrangement out of necessity and by the will of the Dwarven god, Mahal. What is the unusual arrangement? Will the arrangement work out? Will the line of Durin survive the Quest and reclaim Erebor?

(I do not claim ownership of any of Tolkien’s characters, languages or places, nor do I claim ownership of Tauriel’s character.)

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Later on, that afternoon, Thorin appears at the entrance to the cave and collapses at it with tears streaming down his face. “I am sorry, Mahal, that the sickness consumed me for as long as it did. Please forgive me and show me how to fix these wrongs I have made. I miss my One and am so very exhausted.

Now my mountain is besieged by all those from around me as well as Orcs and Trolls now wanting it to defile it as they have done with Moria. I do not have the energy to fight them any longer. Please, I need your help and wisdom.” He murmurs.

Mahal and Yavanna appear at the entrance and see he is no longer consumed with the Dragon Sickness. They see how much energy fighting it has taken out of him, and they let down the barrier. Reaching down, they help him to stand and praise him for defeating the sickness.

“Your One is here and Fili has kept her safe. I have allowed them to join, and she now carries his Heir. You may join with her now and not worry. Once you do, your spirit will renew having your One renew the bond between you.” Mahal tells Thorin.”

“Here, Thorin,” Yavanna says quietly and hands him three sets of reddish-gold Dragon’s Scale breast and back plates. Each one had the rune of it’s owner etched into the scale on the front, and it was filled with gold. The Durin family’s border ran around the edges of both the front and the back in gold. A pair of Ravens in black onyx flank the rune on the front. One on each side, facing the emblem.

“These I had Mahal make for you using 6 of the 8 scales Em claimed from Smaug’s chest. They are the ones she caressed as she charmed the Dragon and ‘tickled’ him, letting her get the opening wider for Bard to see clearly, so that he might kill the beast.” She explains.

“You and your Nephews must wear them into battle under your outer tunics or you will not survive the upcoming fight. Beware of Azog and Bolg. Keep your Nephews with you and do not separate from them nor they from you. Keep Dwalin with you three as well.” She instructs.

“These pieces of armor are enchanted, and no blade or weapon, magic or not will pierce or damage them, and they will shatter any weapon used against them. Even Em’s cold-drake claw, will not affect them now.” Mahal tells Thorin. “No magic weapon can be used against these pieces, and they retain the defensive property of Dragon’s Scales. You will be well protected on your torso and back.” Mahal explains.

Thorin collapses at their feet, head bowed. “I do not deserve such a blessing. I have caused so much heartache and pain for others.” He says.

Mahal chuckles and lifts Thorin to his feet once more. “You deserve them, Thorin, or I would not have given you them. You have done everything I have asked you to do. No matter how hard.

Go now, join with your Wife. Have Fili take his and his Brother’s Dragon Scale armor and bring them to Kili; they will need to put them on under their outer tunics. When you are done, we will help you into yours and then you will be needed to go and fight.” Mahal instructs.

Thorin sighs exhaustedly, nods and stumbles around the corner and looks for you and Fili.

The two of you see him and come running. He embraces you both and hugs you tightly. “Oh, how I have missed you both! Thank you for taking care of Em, and doing what I had asked, Fili.

Now, Mahal has a gift for you and your Brother. Take them and go help each other into them. Put them under your tunics and tell the company to prepare for battle. I will be up to join you once I finish here.” He tells his Nephew.

“You are welcome, Uncle.” He bonks foreheads with Thorin and then goes over to Mahal and Yavanna. They instruct him and show him his and his Brother’s new armor and he takes them up to help Kili into it after thanking them.

You and Thorin go over to the little ‘house’ that was prepared for you and Fili. Thorin chuckles at it and nods in approval. “I am grateful for the Company doing this for you, my Love. Thank you for putting your dagger in my boot and for the lock of hair. They were the only things that kept me from completely succumbing. I could feel the dagger in my boot each time I took a step, and I felt the hair in my hand as I clung to it, though I’m afraid I’ve lost the note somewhere during my wanderings.” He tells you as he lies you down on the feather tick, thoroughly exhausted.

Thorin undresses and helps you out of your dress. He worships your body and caresses your belly, laying gentle kisses to it.

“Mahal tells me you and Fili have joined and you now carry his Heir.” Thorin tells you when you look at him puzzled since he never paid your belly this much attention before. Your eyes open wide, and you look surprised.

He chuckles, “I take it you did not know.”

You shake your head in shock.

He grins. “Do not worry, my Love. I am happy for you. Now, may I join with you?” he purrs.

You grin and nod. He turns you onto your back, caresses you and kisses you as he prepares your body to take him. Once he feels you are ready, he delves deep into you with a loud groan of your name, clinging to you as if his life depended on it.

You groan loudly as well, your hands caressing every inch of him you could reach, as if your body was starved of him and needing to quickly have it’s fill.

Thorin groans and starts to thrust. Slowly, at first, enjoying the feeling of you surrounding him and caressing every inch of his body. Basking in your hands caressing his flesh while your walls caress his member. “OHhhhhhh Emmmmm, oooohhhhhh yesssssss! Oh, Honey, how I’ve missed this!” he rumbles, and he gazes down at you.

Leaning down, he kisses you ardently and wraps his arms around you; burying his face into your neck, and breathing your intoxicating scent. He weeps at how much he missed this intimacy and love. You feel the hot tears trickle down your neck and your fingers caress his head, comforting Thorin. He basks in its feeling, letting it fill him and renew his spirit.

You turn the two of you, so you are on top of him, and you ride him, swiveling your hips and spasmodically squeezing his member with your strong muscles. Thorin groans as you pleasure him using every little trick you remembered and trying out some new ones you learned that pleased Fili. Then you pull him to sit and the two of you rock your way to completion, knowing this was Thorin’s absolute favourite position.

“Uuuuunnnnnngggghhhh, ooooohhhh Emmmmm!” he groans as he feels his coil tighten. “Ohhh, Honey! Hold me tight, I’m close!” he whispers in your ear. You wrap yourself around him tightly with your arms and legs and let him rock at whatever pace he needs to.

Thorin is reveling in the feeling of being completely embraced by you in every sense of the word. He picks up the pace of his rocking, knowing he must be leaving soon. His hands caress every inch of you he can and soon he feels both of your coils snap at the same time and you both cry out each other’s name as you cum hard, clenching him with throbbing walls.

Thorin cums hard exploding deep inside you, filling you with his seed. His throbbing, bringing you pleasure as he slows his rocking to a languid pace as he pants against your neck. “I love you, Em. More than you will ever know.” He purrs as he finally stills with a groan.

Lifting his head, he kisses his way up from your shoulder to your ear. “I must leave now.” He murmurs, then kisses from your other shoulder up to your other ear. “Wait for us here, where I know you will be kept safe from harm.” He tells you then sits up and cups your face. “When we return, we will come and both Fili and I will make love to you together, filling you at the same time so we can all be One again.” Alright?” he asks.

You nod, teary eyed.

“Do not worry about us, my Love. Mahal has taken the scales from Smaug that you had claimed and has used them to make armor for my Nephews and I that no blade, magic or not, can damage. We will be alright.” He promises. “Remember we love you.” He purrs. You nod and rest your forehead against his, sharing breaths. “I love you, Thorin Oakenshield, destroyer of the Dragon Sickness, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, King under the mountain.” You murmur to him.

Thorin’s heart swells with love and pride and he grins at the new title you have given him. He caresses your face and then turns you onto your back. “Rest now. Fili and I will return when the battle is over, and we clean up.” He tells you, then slips out of you and kisses you soundly.

You nod and watch as he cleans himself up and then re-dresses. Leaving his outer tunic, jacket and belt off until he gets the armor on. He pulls you to stand and you giggle feeling his cum dribble down your leg. He chuckles and cleans it off with his tongue and licks you clean, making you moan and nestle your fingers into his hair.

Thorin chuckles and once you’re cleaned up ‘down there’, he helps you into your dress and you both wander over to Mahal and Yavanna’s statues. “Thank you for what you’ve done.” Thorin says.

Mahal and Yavanna appear and smile. “You are both well deserving of it Thorin. Come, let’s get you into your armor.” He tells Thorin.

Thorin sighs and kisses your forehead. “Wait here in the cave for us, Uzfaku (My greatest joy).” He tells you softly and you nod. “I love you.” He whispers and follows Mahal, who helps him into the Dragon’s Scale armor.

You stand beside Yavanna with tears trickling down your cheeks. She places a hand on your back and gently rubs it, reassuringly. You feel a sense of peace enter you and it calms you and soothes your aching heart.

Once Thorin is into the armor and has re-dressed, he comes over to you. “Thank you for thinking to ask for these scales, My Love.” He tells you, again kissing your forehead and resting his against it. “Go lie down and rest now. We will join you when this is all over.” He murmurs, caressing your face.

You nod and the two of you share a passionate kiss. Then he breaks it, kisses your forehead once more and turns to head out. He stops at the entrance, looks back at you standing beside Yavanna once more and gives you a nod, you return it, and he heads out into the passage.

You cry quietly and look down at your bare feet. “Go and lie down, Em. We will be here and will keep you safe.” Yavanna says and you look up at the beautiful goddess. She points over to the entrance and you see the magic barrier rise again. “Thank you.” You say quietly and she kisses your forehead seven times, giggles and then disappears.

You hear a low chuckle and look up. “It appears my Wife has blessed you with her kisses. Be at peace, Em. Your Husband and your Consort will be safe and will return to you.” He promises.

“Thank you, Mahal for everything. I am just a nobody, not even of noble birth. I do not know why you chose me to do all this with, but I am grateful for it all.” You say quietly.

He chuckles and rests a hand to your belly. You feel his warmth enter you and he chuckles. “You will bless both your Dwarrow this first time. Fili’s Son will be born first, as it was conceived first. Then Thorin’s Daughter will be born next. Do not tell them this. I wish for it to be a surprise and a blessing to them and the Dwarrow of Erebor. These two siblings will be close like Kili and Fili are, though not as rambunctious as Kili.” He chuckles.

“They will lead the Dwarrow after you and Fili pass, your Daughter will be her Brother’s Regent as she will be like you and Dis and prove to be both a mighty warrior and a wise and gifted mediator similar to Balin, whom she will be fond of and will wrap him around her little finger the first time he sees her.

She will do the same with her Father and with Dwalin. Teach both your pebbles what your Father taught you about fighting with the Axes. Your Son and Daughter both will be Master Axe Wielders and your Father’s memory and good name will be restored.” Mahal tells you.

“Mahal, what DID my Father do that made Thror so mad?” you ask.

“When your Father guarded the treasury, he saw how it began affecting Thorin’s Grandfather. He informed Thror’s Wife and she asked him to limit Thror’s time in the Treasure room, hoping to stall the madness. Your Father tried to do as she asked and tried to limit how much time Thror spent in the treasury.

At first Thror allowed your Father to talk him into leaving and tending to his duties. But as the sickness took Thror further, it started to cast doubts into Thror’s mind and made Thror think that your Father wanted the treasure for himself.” Mahal explains.

“Had your Father not bested the King when he attacked your Father one night as he guarded the Treasury, he would’ve been exiled with you and your Amad. But because Thror still had enough sanity to realize your Father was the best Axe Wielder he had ever met, he kept him on in his service and moved him to the outer defenses, away from the treasure.

Your Father was right to do what he did. His limiting Thror’s time in the treasury helped stay the madness and didn’t allow him to succumb as quickly. Had he not done that, Thror would’ve fallen just as fast as Thorin did.” Mahal explains.

“Is THAT how Father got the gold axes that he did?!?” you exclaim.

Mahal nods and chuckles.

“When you can best the King at his own favourite weapon, you earn his weapon to show that you have bested him and his recognizing it. Thror was quite upset that he lost those gold-plated axes. He never told anyone what happened to them. When he was asked, he’d just say that he ‘lost’ them in the treasury.

Everyone assumed that they were still in the piles of gold somewhere in there, not realizing that he ‘lost’ them to one of his guards while they both were IN the treasury.” Mahal explains.

“The axes themselves were made of Mithril and then plated in gold. So, the weapon was solid and could not be permanently damaged.” Mahal explains. “That is why your Father did not use them other than for teaching you. He didn’t want everyone to know that he bested the King at his own weapon. He felt it was not a fair fight since the madness had been in control of Thror’s mind at the time, and not Thror himself.” Mahal explains.

“You were wise to keep them in covered harnesses when you wore them and that you did not bring those weapons with you. You would have lost them along the way.” Mahal tells you.

“Your friend still has them and is keeping them safe, as a memory of you, though. The Dwarrow in the Blue Mountains all think you perished since the caravan could not find you after the Orc attack. Let it be a surprise to them. When the battle is over, have Fili or Thorin send a message to Dis when they want the Dwarrow to return, and make sure he or she specifically asks for your friend to come and bring the axes you had left with her.

She is Dwalin’s One and will make him a very happy Dwarf and will join you in filling the halls with many pebbles during their marriage.” You giggle with glee at that news. “Ohhh, Dwalin’s gonna LOVE her! They’re perfect for each other!!!” you squeal.

Mahal chuckles.

“Go and rest now, Em. Remember, do not tell Thorin you carry his child until it is born. Then you may tell them that I have told you that the color of your children’s hair will always reveal who the Father is.” You nod and thank him again, then head over to your little ‘house’ and you lie down. Sleep finding you quickly.

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