It was the first summer after the Mountain had been reclaimed. The events of the month before, not forgotten by anyone that had been a member of Thorin Oakenshield's Company; nor by anyone that had fought in the battle against the orcs. But now there was a feeling of hope surrounding the kingdom; the rightful heir sat on the throne and the gold had been paid, as promised, to the displaced peoples of Lake-town. Bard reluctantly accepting the role of Dale's new Master; and despite what he might say, most would agree that the former bargeman, was doing an excellent job. And as for the elves, well, they had all returned back to the woods, not long after the battle had been won. The elvenking leaving only a few of his healers behind, to help care for the injured, until all had recovered. But there was one elf that had not left, one elf that had decided that the dwarf realm, was as good a home as any; and that was the elleth that had been with the dwarves since they had left Bag End. That was (Y/n).

Thorin, of course, had not been happy when Bilbo had opened his door and there had been an elf. The son of Thráin making his objections more than clear to Gandalf, who had simply sat there in the hobbit's little home, puffing on his pipe, while Thorin had ranted about elves being enemies. The wizard simply replying, that the elleth who had been watching the prince from the corner of the room, was not of Mirkwood; that she was a Ñoldor whose people called Lothlórien home, that she was only there to help, and would be staying with the Company whether Thorin liked it or not; Thorin of course choosing the not option. Yet not matter what he had done or said at the beginning of the journey, (Y/n) had insisted on staying. No matter what he had called her or described her as before they had got to Rivendell, she had still fought by his side. But then, in the realm of the half-elven lord, he had found something stirring inside him, when he had seen her walking arm in arm, with Elrond. When he had looked upon her dressed in her long, elven gown; her hair loose, and falling in waves down her back and over her shoulders. The would be King under the Mountain, had felt his heart hammer against the inside of his chest, as the moon had perfectly illuminated her exquisite features. Yet he had fought the feelings, fought the stirrings. (Y/n) was still an elf after all, and it didn't matter whether she was from Mirkwood, Lothlórien or Rivendell, there could be nothing between them. Though when his mind about that idea, had started to change, along had come the sickness. The king going from realising that despite what she was, she might actually be his one; to trying to kill her. The elleth having to join Bilbo, when he had found out what the hobbit had done with the Arkenstone.

But now, now he knew that he could not leave things any longer. That even though (Y/n) had accepted a roll and place in the Mountain, that did not mean that she might not leave; and Thorin could not have that. The King under the Mountain determined to say what he should have said, as soon as she had helped heal him from his fight with the Defiler. Thorin making his way out of the Mountain and following the path to where the River Running came out from under his kingdom. The cool water there, seeming to be the favourite spot of the elleth, now that the weather was much warmer.

Slowly he made his way down to the bank, expecting just to see her sitting there with a book in her hand. But instead, all he found were her clothes. Thorin looking around, about to call out of her name, until suddenly there was a noise. The king spinning on his heels, to see the beautiful elleth emerge from the water. The breath catching in his throat, as she turned and caught his eye. The elleth quickly covering her bare breasts, with her arms.

"Thorin.........?" She gasped; the king knowing that he should turn and not continue to stare at her. But he couldn't take his eyes from her, even though he should.

"Is everything alright..........?" (Y/n) questioned. Concern evident on her beautiful face, as she moved a little further out of the water. The appearance of more naked flesh making Thorin's mind fog with sinful thoughts; his body instantly reacting to them.

"E.......everything is fine, (Y/n)." Thorin managed to say, finding himself removing his looser summer clothing, and allowing them to drop to the floor, alongside hers. A smile making its way onto his face, as (Y/n) did not protest; as she in fact moved closer to him, and let her hands fall away. The sight of her newly revealed body, pulling him towards her. Drawing him to the water. Thorin stepping into the river and making his way over to her. The naked elleth revealed in all her glory, as Thorin looked down into the clear river; the king reaching out his arms and wrapping them around her waist, pulling her to him so that naked flesh touched naked flesh.

"I love you........." Thorin said, as (Y/n) leaned down and pressed her forehead against his.

"I should have told you before now. I should have told you that I had feelings for you, when I first recognised them. That I believe that you are my one.......my only. Marry me, (Y/n). Be my queen. I cannot lose you amrâlimê; I will not lose you......." Thorin continued. (Y/n) smiling before she placed a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you too, Thorin. I have known that you were my one, since I met you in the Shire; I knew that no matter what, I could never leave your side. I want nothing more than to be with you, to marry you, to call your people, my kin. And if you wish, we could marry here and now; for though dwarven tradition may be different, and it will take some time for us to be able to call ourselves husband and wife in your people's eyes; for elves, marriage is truly achieved, once it has been consummated. And when it is, I will be yours, body and soul, for the rest of my days.........." (Y/n) explained. A smile coming to Thorin's lips, as he looked up at her. His hands moving to cup her face.

"I think I have just discovered something about elven tradition, I like.........." The king replied, before pulling her into a kiss. Thorin more than happy to finally give the Lonely Mountain, its queen, down in the river.