Also known as; the imagine that was written to make up for the last imagine.

Or; the one where you are ruined for other man because of your new expectations.

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"He is here again" your sister says teasingly. 

Immediately you drop everything and rush over to the window. She was right. He was here again. 

He impatiently waited for his pony to get him to your front door. If he had to he would have ran the whole way. If he was honest with himself he would find that he would go wherever if it meant being with you.

"Isn't this the third time this week that he has come to see you?" your sister asked. 

You nodded. "Aye, this is the third time. Last time he said he would see me soon." You sighed dreamily. "I didn't dare to hope that he would visit us so soon again."

Your sister laughed. "It is not 'us' he is visiting, dear sister. He only comes here for you. And maybe for your apple pie."

Together you laughed. The sun was shining brightly today. Your prince was on his way to your front door. And all that was standing between you, him and a perfect day was a protective father. 

The door to the kitchen opened with a small bang. "Lydia, how is the bread coming along?" your father asked. He spotted you standing at the windowsill. He walked over to peek over your shoulder. "Ah bloody daffodils, is he here again?"

He shook his head. "I don't know what you did to that poor boy but he is quite smitten with you." Your father walked over to the work bench to prepare some meat for a customer.

You huffed. "He is not a boy, father. Thorin Durin is a man... dwarf. Even for his young age he already acts so mature" your sister said before you could start. She winked at you from behind your father' back.

"I wonder what he wants today" your father said gruffly. He eyes the front door suspiciously.

"Maybe he wants to take her to town today? Last time he almost bought her the entire bookstore" your sister teased.

The front door was opened. And in walked Thorin Durin. He looked around eagerly, hoping that you were somewhere close, serving the tables. His eyes fell on you standing in the doorway to the kitchen. 

It only took him a few large steps to end up standing very close to you. Your noses were almost touching. "My beloved" he whispered.

His hand moved up to stroke the hair out of your face but a single cough from your father stopped his action. To your dismay. "Prince Thorin, as always it is an honor to have you here in our little tavern" your sister said, bowing for the prince.

"An honor it has been three times this week already" your father grumbled from behind the counter.

Thorin bowed his head back in return. "As always, it is an honor to be in your company." His eyes sparkled when he looked at you. He looked at your father. "I was hoping I could take your daughter out for a walk this afternoon. If that is alright with you, of course."

Your father eyed him up and down. This was the standard routine. Next would be the question;

"What are your plans with her?"

Thorin smiled kindly. "I only mean to take her for a walk. To spend time together. I many tales to tell her."

Your father snorted. "Really? You have many tales to tell her since last you spoke? If my memory serves me right, then I clearly remember you being her two days ago. So much has happened since then, ay?"

You rolled your eyes but Thorin showed no sign of annoyance.

"Every minute with your daughter is one I cherish. So I wish to spend as many with her as I can, sir" Thorin explained.

Your father looked at you, then turned around. "Alright then, you smooth talker. But if you only hurt one hair on her head-"

"-then I won't live long enough to run" Thorin finished for him.

Your father nodded slowly. "Wise ass." He set back to work.

Thorin smiled at you, offering you his arm to escort you out. He lead the way over the paths that lead behind your house, over the hills and around the lake. Your favorite tree was sitting there waiting for you. Its leaves cheered as they saw you coming.

The weeping willow held a special place in your heart.

The breeze was cooler under the tree. It provided enough shade for the two of you to hide from the burning sun. And from prying eyes. 

You leaned against the tree with Thorin cupping your cheek with his hand. "I have missed you so, my beloved." He kissed you. A long, lasting kiss that you would surely dream of tonight. "Every minute I am not with you is torture."

"My love I am never far. Yet it also pains my heart to be so far removed from you."

He rested his head against yours.

You both closed your eyes, taking in each other' scent. And simply enjoying each other' warmth and company. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes.

With his arms safely protecting you on both sides, you never wanted this moment to end.

Sometimes you stayed out here for too long. You simply forgot time when you were together. All you did was kiss, cuddle and talk about your future together. Thorin would sometimes pull you closer, holding you close against him. That was as far as he would go.

He would place kisses on your neck, feeling you tremble beneath him, and he would promise you that he would make you his when you were married.

For now these moments were enough. Even if they left you trembling for more.

The wind played with your hair. Your view was partly covered by his.

"My beloved, the day will come that you will never have to leave my side again. We will be forever together. I can't wait to be able to hold you at night. To wake up to your beauty every single morning."

He placed a wet kiss on the brim of your nose. "I can't imagine a life without you."

You sighed as his finger drew small circles on your arm. "When we are married I will wait for you at home every single day. I promise I will never leave you."

Thorin captured your lips in a heated kiss. "We will make a home together. My love, I will provide for us, make sure there is nothing you could wish for. I'll steal the moon if that is your wish."

You buried your face in his neck, feeling his arms slip around your waist. He pulled you closer to him holding you tight against him. 

"What have you done to me?" he whispered into your hair.

You kisses his bearded throat. "I put a spell on you when you first visited our tavern. I just knew that I had to have you. You know, I put something in your tea?"

A rich chuckle escaped his lips. "I am sorry to disappoint, my love, but I was already madly in love with you before you brought me my tea." He stroked the back of your head.

"You mean, before I dropped the tea into your lap? Or before I brought you a cup that I didn't throw over you?"

Thorin pulled back, laughing, looking at you with love-stricken eyes. "Before the first one you threw in my lap. I seem to recall it took you four turns before-"

"What's in the past is in the past" you said, shutting him up with a kiss of your own. 

Thorin sighed deeply when you broke the kiss. "I don't want to bring you home today" he whispered.

"That is alright, it isn't that far, I can walk the distance alone."

Thorin shook his head, no. "You are never going to walk alone my beloved. That isn't safe. Not without me. What I meant was that I want to take you with me tonight. Just for one night."

"Would it stay at just that one night though?"

He smiled. "No, I would keep you with me. They will tell tales of how the wicked prince of Erebor stole his beloved from the local tavern and kept her hidden in his tower. How she was never seen again but could be heard singing every now and then."

You shared a loving kiss.

"Oh, my beloved... I can't wait for the day when you will warm my bed at night and my heart in daylight" Thorin whispered into your ear. 

"Neither can I, my love" you whispered back.