The Prophecy

The Bells Shall Ring In Gladness

Zarina awoke in an empty bed, wrapped up in a fur blanket but in an empty bed nonetheless. She sat up while pressing the blanket to her bare chest, her eyes searching the room for Thorin. All the torches and candles were lit, surprisingly, since she swore she had blown them all out the previous night. Their light and the light of the fire in the hearth lit up the room completely, but it was clear that Thorin wasn't there.

When she thought that he had left to start his day, the door opened and in came the person she has been missing. But her eyes immediately fell on what he was carrying. Thorin smiled gently at her as he placed a tray of food on her lap, kissing her on the forehead as he did so.

"Now this is a surprise." She noted when looking down at the tray and then up at him, "As far as I know this isn't my birthday. It makes me wonder... what have you done?"

Thorin chuckled deeply and joined her on the bed, trailing his hand over her bare shoulder and down her arm, kissing it tenderly, "Am I not allowed to spoil the woman I love on the day of her wedding?"

Her heart missed a beat when she remembered that today was the wedding! She's been so busy getting to know Dis and the other dwarves over the past few days, that it completely slipped her mind.

"The wedding!" she exclaimed in surprise, "I should get ready... should see if everything is taken care of... oh, and my dress!"

Before she could move the tray, his hands gripped it to keep it on her lap, "You are not going anywhere before this tray is empty." His hands then moved up her bare sides, his fingertips sending shivers down her spine when he brushed them against the sides of her breasts before resting on her shoulders, "Dis is seeing that everything is taken care of."

Zarina couldn't do anything but to obey. But she had a hard time eating breakfast, for Thorin kept smothering her neck and shoulders with kisses while exploring her body with his hands. She nearly chocked and bit her tongue three times when he would reach sensitive areas but managed to finish the tray of food with effort. When Thorin rose to take the tray from her, she noticed the first time that he was only wearing a pair of thin trousers and that he was very much aroused by just feeling her up like that. She blushed and fought the giggle that threatened to escape her.

He placed the tray on the desk nearby before moving towards the tub in the corner of the room. Zarina noticed for the first time that it was filled with hot water and she could only guess who had filled it while she was asleep. Thorin stoked the fire near the tub and slowly approached her. Zarina wanted to ask what he was up to but gasped instead when he lifted her off the bed, letting the blanket drop and leaving her bare in his arms. He suppressed a growl when feeling her against him and carried her all the way to the tub. Chills ran down her spine when he lowered her into the water before sitting on the edge and taking her in.

"You know..." Zarina smiled seductively, "There's room in here for two."

His deep chuckle sent more chills down her body and desire pooled in her stomach, "I fear that if I join you, we will never leave this room."

She cocked an eyebrow, "Oh, I have no doubt that you can control yourself, your Highness." She allowed her hand to trail down her own body, seeing the look in his eyes darken, "Sakhab zut irmish rasup. (Look how ready I am.)"

That was all it took for him to lose it. Thorin growled deeply and discarded of his trousers in less than three seconds. Zarina smirked when feeling him lower himself into the water behind her. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling him into his chest and his lips trailed kisses up and down her neck. Their bath soon turned out to be more wild than relaxing, spilling water on the floor as they moved fast and rapidly. Even though he takes her almost every night, Zarina doubted she will ever grow tired of it, for each time was different and it reminded her again just how much energy the dwarf king had when he had the right motivation.