Thorin smiled, as he looked at the beautiful sleeping female by his side; his fingers ghosting over the braid and beads in her long hair. It was still sometimes hard for him to believe that he and the others had survived the battle, never mind that she was still his after everything he had done and said while taken by the sickness. How she had continued to love him, despite the fact that he had accused her of so many things, of not being loyal to him, even threatening to kill her; but here she was, naked and in all her glory; her belly finally beginning to show that the child.......his child, the heir to the Mountain, was growing inside her. The child.....her, a gift from Mahal, that he was sure that he didn't deserve. Thorin positive that he had never been happier than he was now; that it was because of the love they shared, that he had been able to survive his fight with Azog. And though he would carry the scars of their meeting for the rest of his days, he would fight the white orc all over again, if it meant that he could keep what he had now.

"You are doing it again, my love........." Thorin's smile getting broader as his bride, his people's queen and soon to be mother of his child, slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Why would I not wish to spend such moments looking at the most beautiful creature in the whole of Middle-earth......" He countered, as his fingers made their way from her braid, down her cheek and across her throat. An exquisite shudder making its way down her spine, as rough hands and soft flesh met.

"Were you always so charming, Thorin Oakenshield...........?"

"There was no need for me to be charming before I met you, (Y/n). Being heir to the Mountain made me old before my time, made me far too serious. Frerin was the one that was able to smile.......able to laugh, able to do as he wished, while I had to learn what it was to rule. I must admit to times that I felt a certain jealousy about the freedom he was afforded. That he could dance with pretty dwarrowdams, as I sat by my grandfather's side. And then with the coming of Smaug, our exile and the Battle of Moria, being charming was the last thing on my mind. So, no, amrâlimê, I have not always been charming; it is just that now I have a reason to be. And I promise to keep it all for you......." Thorin replied, as he took the hand that she had placed on his cheek and brought it to his lips; gently kissing her palm.

It had not always been like this; Thorin had been far from happy when Gandalf had introduced her to the Company at poor Bilbo's little home in the Shire. Far from happy that a female would be joining them on a quest; it bad enough that they were having to take a hobbit.......but her. And for much of the trip, the one who would be king, had made it quite evident that he was going to make things as difficult and uncomfortable for her as he possibly could. Yet one day, everything had changed; there a moment, not some big moment that had lit up the sky like Gandalf's fireworks, but a moment that had just seemed to creep up on them both. And when they had fallen into the goblin town, when the goblin king had dared to put his grubby hand on her, and insinuate that he was going to keep her for his own, she was sure that from the look that Thorin gave the grotesque creature, he might single handedly kill every last goblin, himself. Her own heart breaking as she thought him lost, after being attacked by Azog and his warg. So, from the moment that he had risen and embraced Bilbo, before coming to her and placing his hand on her cheek then kissing her, nothing had been the same. Both of them filled with a new need to see this quest through to its end; to not only win back what had been taken from the dwarves, but also to survive so that the Mountain would not only have a king, but also a queen. And even though they had come close to losing one another, to losing everything; here they were, together. Together and happy. And now, they were not only king and queen, husband and wife, they soon would also be a father and mother; a new generation of the line of Durin, born to rule over what had been so fiercely fought for.

"I am so glad........for I have no desire to share anything of my husband with another. Not even his charm.........." (Y/n) told him, as she placed her hand into his hair; taking the braid that she herself had put there, and allowing it to run through her fingers, until the bead fell into her palm.

"Though I feel sure that you have passed some of it, to this little one......." She continued, as she placed her free hand on her belly. Thorin following suite; neither they, nor those that continued to fill Erebor, able to wait for the day they got to meet the first Durin to be born in the Mountain in over a generation.

"But until our child is born, perhaps, now that we are awake, you can show me a little more of that charm of yours, my dearest husband......" A smile coming to her lips as she pushed her hand back into his hair, before pulling him into a kiss. Thorin wrapping his arms around her tightly; the King under the Mountain more than happy to show his queen all the charm she wanted.