The second part of this imagine was requested by LeishaAnne .

Because I have already described the courting dwarven rituals in quite a few other imagines, and heck they have their own book, so this is just going to be a cute, small, fluffy drabble.

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"You know you are a silly dwarf?" You were playing with the beads in his hair. They probably had to be re-braided after this.

He smiled down at you. "I know, you remind me of that fact a few times a day."

"Because you need to be reminded. You almost left me completely when I didn't."

Thorin pulled you closer to his chest.

Aftere his confession at your sick-bed, you made sure to spend every single day together. Which wasn't hard because you had joined the company. Your brother was in the great care of your neighbor. You finally had some time to focus on you and only you.

Well, and on Thorin of course.

He was trying to make up for all the time that you lost. Every night, when it was safe enough, he would take you out for a walk.

Just like tonight.

Hand in hand you had walked all the way over to where you were laying now. Your head rested on his chest and his fingers drew small circles on your lower back.

The water was clattering down from the waterfall, down into the lake below.

Night started to fall around you. The lights of the dark started greeting you one by one as they popped up in the sky. The moon gradually slided into view. He smiled down at the two lovers laying on the grass.

"It is such a perfect night" you said, stretching your arms.

Thorin hummed. "I agree. Having you in my arms and an ale in my hand makes for  perfect arm."

Playfully you hit him on the arm. He tried to fake an 'ouch' but it was quite clear that he probably hadn't even felt the hit. "You are too strong for your own good" you said.

"I am strong for your good" Thorin said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "I have to admit that I am not sure if I made the right decision, taking you along on this quest. Don't get me wrong," he added when you looked at him strangely, "I love that you are here with me and that we get to spend time together. But it isn't safe and -"

"We have aleady talked about this, my love. Your stubborn royal ass isn't going anywhere where I can't follow. Besides, there were other suitors looking for my heart in my home town. For some reason you were unwilling to leave me there alone."

You smiled as you felt his hold on your side tightening.

He put his finger beneath your chin, slowly lifting your head to meet his eyes. "I didn't want to risk losing you again. No one will touch my One. Not if I can prevent it."

The kiss you shared was deep, filled with passion and unspoken words.

"Promise me you will never return my heart to me" Thorin said inbetween kisses. "You stole it from me the day we met, I don't want it back. Keep it hidden from me so that no one else may ever remove it from its rightful place."

"Never, I promise" you said, slightly out of breath.

"Then in return promise me that you will keep my heart as well. I will never ask for it to be returned to me for I know that it has found a loving home to rest."

Thorin was laying on top of you now. "Make love to me" he whispered, his face only inches from your nose.

"Always."

That night became known as the nights where 'the future king and queen of Erebor had zero fucks to give for the ears of their company'. Or, 'the night of many humps'. Or, as Dwalin so elegantly put it; 'the night where the king plowed his consort into the ground, repeatedly.'