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The night was cold, and with the wind sucking away any kind of heat, it was hard to sleep comfortably. Not even the roasting fire in the center of the slumbering group was enough. Perhaps it actually was, since most of the group had no trouble falling asleep. But Thorin hadn't slept a wink since he laid down, his body rejecting the heat of the fire stubbornly. He was wide awake, unable to close his dry eyes unless he wished for them to sting.

Instead of resting, he watched the stars. Undoubtedly fascinated when one shot across the night sky. How he never noticed the beauty of the night sky is a mystery. He was staring at a different sky.

A sudden arm slapped itself onto his chest, taking the prince by surprise. A light moan came from the arms owner, along with a tug that brought them closer to his trembling form. The heat which radiated off of them was as hot as a sauna, almost bringing his shivers to a halt, but if it were to be another male of the company, he would have to shake them off without second thought. Letting curiosity overtake him, he looked over to the perpetrator with a raised brow.

My, it was no male, but the only female among the company. A gem, that Thorin had managed to snatch, on his way to the shire. He thought himself the lucky, and that he was. She was the spark in their dark journey. (F/n) got along well with the others, always jumping in to lend a hand and was quick to spar with his antsy nephews. She was wise beyond her age, and as witty as a rebel teenager. She seemed to enjoy mocking anything she seemed fit, no matter what. But that was her way to lighten up the atmosphere.... It worked most of the time.

Thorin let a smile curl his bearded lips before reaching to her, grazing the edge of her hairline with his gentle touch, moving groups of stray hairs out of her face. (F/n)'s face was adorably squished against her scrunched up jacket, poorly substituting for a pillow.

Her cheeks were strawberry pink, her lips pursed like a fish; it was unbearably comedic.

She looked remarkably peaceful despite being chased by wargs only a few hours before. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that was causing her heavy slumber?

Thorin continued to run his hand through her (h/l) (h/c) waves of hair, not minding the greasy slip of her hair. Being on the run didn't mean that you had time to bathe. He stared at her dreamily, eyes distant in thought as he entered his own world. A tight feeling suddenly squeezed his chest. What if he lost her along the journey? How would he be able to stand before his throne without her? He had plans for the both of them, whether she knew it or not. He can't bear the thought of losing her, even if they only knew each other for a few months. The prince bit his lip and looked down, just missing the opening of (e/c) eyes.

"Ah," He breathed "If only you knew,"

He scooted forward, pressing himself against her and gently connecting their foreheads, still ignorant to her adoring eyes. Her gaze was strong, but loving, staring at him like he was her most prized possession. If she can express that to him, she would, but fear of rejection ripped through her esteem and pulled her back. She wanted nothing more than to express her love for the future king more than anything, even if she was a lowly, traveling warrior. Coming face-to-face with death everyday sure didn't help her situation. It did bring them closer and to appreciate every waking (or sleeping, apparently) moment together.

Taking enough of their silence, she held his hand that was cupping her face, giving it a gentle squeeze. Thorin flinched. "Knew what?" (F/n) cooed, finally being greeted with his attention.

That's the moment when he ripped himself from her warm shelter. "So you're awake, huh?" He tried to play it off as if he had said nothing, his body tossing and turning awkwardly, trying to find the best spot to avoid her mocking gaze. "You rolled into my mat, so I expect an apology in front of the company tomorrow," He finally settled on his side, back facing her.

Despite his sudden cold shoulder, she chuckled. Even though he was much older than her, he still managed to act like a child! "Ah, I suppose I do. But with ya so close t'me, I'd figured you were enjoyin' my company." Her voice was as sweet as sugar, but it left a vinegar aftertaste in his mouth. He was thankful that she could not see the redness of his cheeks. Not that she would be able to tell that it was him blushing, since the chill of the night had reddened his skin beforehand.

Taking his silence as a silent agreement, she laughed again and placed a hand on his arm, pulling him onto his back to face her. Thorin pushed away the urge of rebelling against her tugs and met her gaze, all the tension in his body lifting. She smiled to him, petting his head like you would to a dog. "It is cold tonight--," He snickered, as if to say 'obviously' "--an' I would hate t'see ya ill; as would the company 'cause all you'd do is complain." She jested, ignoring the males burning glare.

"I do not complain!" He choked with a cross of his arms, tempted to smack her on the back of her head. If the company was awake at this moment, they would all agree with her whether they were joking or not. (F/n)'s grin slowly faded away, soon replaced with a tired yawn.

"Well, whatever. No point n' arguin' now. Get cold if ya wanna." She chipped, pulling her coat over her body and turning against him with a huff.

Silence took over the camp once again, and the small chat with (f/n) left him even more restless. Was he too mean? She was trying to ease the mood. Thorin huffed as he looked over his shoulder, catching the rise and fall of her shoulders. Her breathing was even and light- he could swear that her nose was whistling too. With an uneven conscious, he shifted under his 'blanket', turning one-eighty degrees to her back. Then, with one bold move, slung his buff arm around her waist; pulling her against his chest. And in that instant, her godly heat welcomed him into the embrace, fighting away any chills that the night tortured him.

  "God, you're warm."




~End

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The night was cold, and with the wind sucking away any kind of heat, it was hard to sleep comfortably. Not even the roasting fire in the center of the slumbering group was enough. Perhaps it actually was, since most of the group had no trouble falling asleep. But Thorin hadn't slept a wink since he laid down, his body rejecting the heat of the fire stubbornly. He was wide awake, unable to close his dry eyes unless he wished for them to sting.

Instead of resting, he watched the stars. Undoubtedly fascinated when one shot across the night sky. How he never noticed the beauty of the night sky is a mystery. He was staring at a different sky.

A sudden arm slapped itself onto his chest, taking the prince by surprise. A light moan came from the arms owner, along with a tug that brought them closer to his trembling form. The heat which radiated off of them was as hot as a sauna, almost bringing his shivers to a halt, but if it were to be another male of the company, he would have to shake them off without second thought. Letting curiosity overtake him, he looked over to the perpetrator with a raised brow.

My, it was no male, but the only female among the company. A gem, that Thorin had managed to snatch, on his way to the shire. He thought himself the lucky, and that he was. She was the spark in their dark journey. (F/n) got along well with the others, always jumping in to lend a hand and was quick to spar with his antsy nephews. She was wise beyond her age, and as witty as a rebel teenager. She seemed to enjoy mocking anything she seemed fit, no matter what. But that was her way to lighten up the atmosphere.... It worked most of the time.

Thorin let a smile curl his bearded lips before reaching to her, grazing the edge of her hairline with his gentle touch, moving groups of stray hairs out of her face. (F/n)'s face was adorably squished against her scrunched up jacket, poorly substituting for a pillow.

Her cheeks were strawberry pink, her lips pursed like a fish; it was unbearably comedic.

She looked remarkably peaceful despite being chased by wargs only a few hours before. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that was causing her heavy slumber?

Thorin continued to run his hand through her (h/l) (h/c) waves of hair, not minding the greasy slip of her hair. Being on the run didn't mean that you had time to bathe. He stared at her dreamily, eyes distant in thought as he entered his own world. A tight feeling suddenly squeezed his chest. What if he lost her along the journey? How would he be able to stand before his throne without her? He had plans for the both of them, whether she knew it or not. He can't bear the thought of losing her, even if they only knew each other for a few months. The prince bit his lip and looked down, just missing the opening of (e/c) eyes.

"Ah," He breathed "If only you knew,"

He scooted forward, pressing himself against her and gently connecting their foreheads, still ignorant to her adoring eyes. Her gaze was strong, but loving, staring at him like he was her most prized possession. If she can express that to him, she would, but fear of rejection ripped through her esteem and pulled her back. She wanted nothing more than to express her love for the future king more than anything, even if she was a lowly, traveling warrior. Coming face-to-face with death everyday sure didn't help her situation. It did bring them closer and to appreciate every waking (or sleeping, apparently) moment together.

Taking enough of their silence, she held his hand that was cupping her face, giving it a gentle squeeze. Thorin flinched. "Knew what?" (F/n) cooed, finally being greeted with his attention.

That's the moment when he ripped himself from her warm shelter. "So you're awake, huh?" He tried to play it off as if he had said nothing, his body tossing and turning awkwardly, trying to find the best spot to avoid her mocking gaze. "You rolled into my mat, so I expect an apology in front of the company tomorrow," He finally settled on his side, back facing her.

Despite his sudden cold shoulder, she chuckled. Even though he was much older than her, he still managed to act like a child! "Ah, I suppose I do. But with ya so close t'me, I'd figured you were enjoyin' my company." Her voice was as sweet as sugar, but it left a vinegar aftertaste in his mouth. He was thankful that she could not see the redness of his cheeks. Not that she would be able to tell that it was him blushing, since the chill of the night had reddened his skin beforehand.

Taking his silence as a silent agreement, she laughed again and placed a hand on his arm, pulling him onto his back to face her. Thorin pushed away the urge of rebelling against her tugs and met her gaze, all the tension in his body lifting. She smiled to him, petting his head like you would to a dog. "It is cold tonight--," He snickered, as if to say 'obviously' "--an' I would hate t'see ya ill; as would the company 'cause all you'd do is complain." She jested, ignoring the males burning glare.

"I do not complain!" He choked with a cross of his arms, tempted to smack her on the back of her head. If the company was awake at this moment, they would all agree with her whether they were joking or not. (F/n)'s grin slowly faded away, soon replaced with a tired yawn.

"Well, whatever. No point n' arguin' now. Get cold if ya wanna." She chipped, pulling her coat over her body and turning against him with a huff.

Silence took over the camp once again, and the small chat with (f/n) left him even more restless. Was he too mean? She was trying to ease the mood. Thorin huffed as he looked over his shoulder, catching the rise and fall of her shoulders. Her breathing was even and light- he could swear that her nose was whistling too. With an uneven conscious, he shifted under his 'blanket', turning one-eighty degrees to her back. Then, with one bold move, slung his buff arm around her waist; pulling her against his chest. And in that instant, her godly heat welcomed him into the embrace, fighting away any chills that the night tortured him.

  "God, you're warm."




~End