That's Another Story For Later

Dance of the Soul

"Bofur! You're not allowed to kiss my wife." Kili threatened playfully. Bofur shrugged.

"What can I say? She's just so sweet." He slurred. I pushed him away, the smell of ale strong on his breath. I rolled my eyes, giving the rest of the company embraces of fondness. I held Bilbo for a while, thanking him for getting Erebor back with us.

"I hope you return again after you go back to the Shire."

"Of course." He answered. Dwalin embraced Kili roughly, before coming to hug me once again.

"You'll always be my little natith, no matter how grown up you are now." He headbutted me, and I couldn't stop beaming. My cheeks were hurting, but it was no matter. I was ecstatic. Dis embraced her son, kissing him on the cheek, before embracing me. The last person to come up, was Thorin.

"Kili. You've grown from an immature dwarf to a less immature dwarf." I laughed softly, as well as the current Company. "I am glad you found someone who can put up with you." I laughed again as Thorin hugged his nephew. He came up to me, and looked me dead in the eyes. "I owe you my life three times over. You are more than worthy of my nephew. Welcome to the family, iraknatha." He engulfed me in a bear hug, and I returned it.

Everyone had left, and so Fili, Kili and I headed back to our chambers. Kili's arm was secured around my waist. We bid our goodbye's. "Congratulations again. I am so happy to see you both with one another finally." He said as he closed his door. We stepped into our home, and I grinned once again. This home was a married home now. Books and journals and pictures adorned the shelves, and there were rugs and cloaks on hooks. I took off the barefoot sandals, putting them next to my hunting boots, an odd contrast. He locked the door.

"I can't believe it." I whispered. "I can't believe after all this time, I'm finally married to my One. After everything, we're here, together." I said more to myself, but Kili heard it too. His arm snaked around my waist, his fingers trailing against the bare skin of my back. I shivered at his touch.

"Me either, amralime. I'm just glad I can call you my wife, and no longer be worried for our lives."

"Never will we again." He took me by surprise, sweeping me into his arms, carrying me to our room. "Kili... you don't have to do this." I reminded him.

"But I want to." His voice had dropped, and it became low and husky. I could sense the lust in his voice, and I couldn't deny, I wanted it too. I really wanted it. I opened the door to our room, and Kili set me down gently. He closed the door, and I heard a small click. I smiled slightly.

He strode forward, encasing me in his arms. His left hand continued to trail his fingers down my bare back. I stiffened, a shudder causing my knees to go weak. They always did when he did that. His right hand came up to cup my jaw, his thumb trailing against my cheekbone. There was a tenderness, but I could see the desire in his eyes. I didn't doubt that my own eyes reflected it.

Kili crashed his lips upon mine, brushing against them repeatedly. His hand tightened on my waist, the other holding my jaw close, deepening the kiss. My grasp tangled into his hair, tugging it gently. He groaned low in his throat. His tongue slithered out, darting against my lips. I pulled my head back ever so slightly, teasing him. I wanted it too, but I wanted him to practically beg.

He used his hand to pull my face closer, and we were flush against one another. One of my hands trailed over his archer's muscles over the tunic. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth, Kili's tongue coming to dance with mine. I hadn't even realized we had been walking until my knees hit the edge of the bed. In that moment, his tongue dominated mine, exploring the corners of my mouth. My fingers dragged through his hair, and down his chest.

He pulled back for only a moment, removing the tunic. My hand trailed against his muscles, and he smirked. He paused, frustrating me. His hands took off the crown, and removed the beads that had been put into my hair. It was a tender gesture, and almost as intimate as the kisses we were just sharing. After the last bead was set in a small box, he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

He let his hands trail over the my bare skin, and my knees caved for half a second. He smirked, fingering the courting braid. The pads of my own fingers traced designs against his hardened warrior's muscles. I let them travel around to the front of his body, tracing the outline of his sinew back up to his neck. "Do you want to do this?" He whispered in a gruff voice. "We don't have to." I shook my head gently, holding his stubbled face in my hands.

"I want to." I answered. I made the first move, pressing my lips to his gently. His hands rested on my waist. My legs were still pressed against the bed, my hands against his face. Our lips ghosted together softly, until Kili's hands tugged my hips closer, his grip tightening. I slid my fingers in between his tresses, our lips colliding harder and more fervent with each second.

Kili gently pushed me back, until I was laying against our bed. He hovered over me, supporting himself on one arm. His hand trailed against my curves, tingles following in his wake. I couldn't help but sigh against my husband's mouth. He took the chance to slide his tongue in my mouth, and I melted further against him. It didn't matter if I was ever so slightly taller, he always made me feel shorter, and that was okay.

He let go of my lips, trailing his own across my jaw, and up to my ear. His breath was warm against my ear, and more goosebumps arrived on my skin. "You're sure?" He whispered in my ear, and I could hear the wanting, the lust in his voice. I nodded, unable to bring myself to actually answer. He peppered kisses down my jaw once again, trailing down to my neck. A sigh ran through my body at that.

I knew there would be marks on my skin the next morning, but that didn't matter. His lips trailed against my collarbones, before returning to my mouth. "I love you, Amralime." He said, brushing hair from my eyes. My arms snaked around his neck, and I stared into his eyes. They were mine. I saw myself in his eyes, and I don't doubt he saw himself in mine. We were one, yet two; two halves of a whole. A perfect whole that fit together exactly in mind, body, heart, and soul.

"I love you too, melamin." I answered, my voice lower and more hoarse than it had ever been. He smirked at hearing my voice filled with such passion. He crashed his mouth on mine, as he started to unlace my dress. We gave into one another for the night, living in the passion and love of the moment. Our souls were twined in one another, reflecting our bodies. We would forever be together in spirit, for as long as we were to live. 

*Hey guys! Just a couple translations in Khuzdul, for I think the last time.

Nathith: Daughter

Namad: Sister

Iranktha: Niece

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