FROM THE MOMENT BACK IN THE DEPTHS OF THE NIGHT, twelve months later, they had made their way furthermore - growing onto each other like a family.

They had adventures together, cried, laughed and fought as a team. Right now, they were at the Carrock - Gandalf being as mysterious as always with his usual behaviours.

Bilbo and Thorin had gotten friends - and well.. Felicity and him only exchanged glances after the night they were on guard duty together, didn't really talk to each other more than just a few words - which did not go unnoticed by the company.

Every now and then.. they were seeking out for enemies together, without any words spoken recently. It was ardious for the other members, and Bilbo.. Gandalf let it be - knowing that they were both old enough to settle that thing for themselves.

And even if he would be happy for them to get aquainted.. He wasn't all to sure what may happen in the future.

"Bilbo should climb up there.", Bofur argued, causing the Hobbit to flash him a glance.

"Why me? Fel is way lighter than I am.."

The brunette woman crossed her arms in front of her chest, sending him raised eyebrows. "What? I won't set a foot up there.", she said, shaking her head. "Besides.. I cannot climb right  now."

"And.. why would that be?", Dwalin questioned, making the Princess clear her throat uncomfortably.

"Not essentially important.", she mumbled, shaking her head once again.

She had THAT TIME of them month, always hating every minute of it. The crambs, followed by the blood rushing out of her womanly parts annoying her every time - besides the mood swings are not the best.

"What is wrong with you recently? You're worse than Gandalf with changing his decisions!", Gloin scoffed at her, causing her to flash him a deadly glare, and making him clear his throat awkwardly.

"I will not climb up that stupid tree. Bilbo is way smaller than I am.", she snorted dismissively and nodded at the Halfling, who stood around, not sure if he should say something or not - but with Fel having her kind of moodswings, and looking kinda bloated.. He just hoped that he was alright.

"Why are ya acting like this? Every month you are behaving like such a brat!", Dwalin scoffed at her, making her dart her eyes deadly at the bald Dwarf - making Gandalf only chuckle.

Now the attention was flashed towards the Wizard, their looks curious and suspicious.

"He knows something."

"I'm pretty sure he does, but why doesn't he tell us?", Oin said with a sigh looking at his friends.

"Maybe he enchanted her?", Kili questioned, earning a nudge from his brother, who shook his head and giving him a look, only leaving the young Dwarven Prince confused. "What? It could be..?"

Felicity cleared her throat loudly, shaking her head. "I am right here?", she said, flashing each of them a glare. "I'm neither enchanted, NOR AM I a BRAT."

Intimitated by the young woman's outburst, they remained silent, making Bilbo sent her a worried look.

"I am just having THAT TIME of the month.", she explained, earning disgusting looks from the Dwarves that knew, and confused ones from the innocent ones.

"Your..  what?", Kili asked, looking at his older brother.

"Monthly issues."

"And.. what would that be?", Ori questioned. "I don't understand-"

Gandalf cleared his throat, turning the attention towards him.

"She is bleeding."

"Are you hurt? I don't see a wound anywhere-"

Felicity and the Istari shared a look.

"Not this kind of bleed-", she said, akwardly clearing her throat again. "You know it's something we humans have sometimes.. or every month?"

The Company looked at them, utterly disturbed.

"Dwarves don't get their.. y'know?"

"She is bleeding from her uterus.", Gandalf said simply, as if it was the most common thing to tell a bunch of Dwarves, and an innocent Hobbit. "Means, she's ready to recieve children and get pregnant."

The twelve Dwarves in front of her all together started to blush in emberassment.

"P-pregnant?"

"Recieve a child?"

Felicity felt uncomfortable, as they all stared at her - not that they would harm her in away.. but they were just curious. They never had something like that, or at least got confronted with it.

"Fine, I'll climb.", she suddenly said, turning away and walking towards the tree - but before she even could set a foot onto the branch, she felt a rough hand tenderly stop her by her wrist.

Fel knew from the mere touch who it was, causing her to turn around - since months her eyes really meeting his.

"Nobody is forced to do anything.", Thorin said, a tint of worry in his eyes.

He didn't want her to climb because she was forced to, or anybody didn't want to. He didn't want to endanger her more.

"Bilbo."

As quickly as possible, the Halfling appeared by her side, looking between Thorin and the brunette Princess.

"Would you please accompany her?", he questioned, flashing the Hobbit a pleading glance, earning a nod from him as soon as he realized.

"I-It's.. It's fine. I'll go myself.", Bilbo said kindly, his concerned eyes sparkling at the Princess whose facade was about to turn into pain. "Rest, Fel.. I don't know but those.. issues seem to strain you.."

Fel flashed him a look, a tender smile appearing onto her facade as she fought through the cramps, nodding. "Thank you..", she whispered, watching as the Hobbit ran off.

The brunette woman turned towards Thorin, who still had his eyes set on the beautiful Princess in front of him and just staring in silence at her.

He wasn't sure what to say anyways..

They only thing they could do is wait around until Bilbo returned. Hopefully with good news after all.

Felicity walked to a nearby tree, leaning her back against it and sliding down onto it - her smile fading as she laid her neck in the back, looking at the sky that was about to fall into a slumber.

"They are still after us.", Fel whispered, earning the attention of her king. "They smell my blood."

The brunette woman looked at Thorin, her face gleaming disturbed at him, filled with a little guilt. "I'm sorry..", she mumbled, angling her knees up and hugging them closer, pressing them against her chest. 

She was exhausted, tired. They have been on the run for months now - and she was one of the few ones that was able to keep herself up to watch the entire night, knowing that the Dwarves needed their slumber more than she did.

And when she was sleeping, it was always near the fire - the one that kept her warm, and the one place where Thorin was keeping guard.

Every now and then he would keep an eye on her - watching her sleep silent, peacefully, seemingly at rest.

And it made his heart flutter, it made him happy to see her exhausted corpse getting the sleep she deserved, and most importantly needed. Whenever she would twist and turn, and wake up, her eyes would always search for him - and when she was sure he was close by, Felicity flashed him a tender, tired smile and nodded at him, occasionally asked him if he was alright.

That's what he loved about her, the way she was always looking out for him, the way she would even cover him when he seemed to shake in the depths of the night, the way she would be as close to him as he was by her side.

"Don't be.", he said softly, looking over to Balin, who returned with a nod and smile. "Not your fault anyways."

"I am a burden.", she mumbled. And there it was, her depressed mode whenever she had her bloody falls of doom. "Maybe they would let off of you all if I lure them away?"

The Dwarven King shook his head, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Once again.. We will protect you. There is no need for you to sacrifice yourself.", he grumbled towards her, making the young woman turn her head towards him, a sadden smile plastering her dirtied face. "You're one of us."

Felicity didn't say a word for now, simply using one of her hands to reach out for his, grabbing three of his fingers and holding it, while gently stroking the back of his hand. "And for that.. I cannot thank you enough.", she whispered now softly, watching as he nodded in return, sending her an endearing smile.

The young woman watched with a heavy heart as he walked away, the soft touch and intimitacy they shared leaving her - his hand sliding gently off from her tender grip, leaving the Princess hand to grow cold and get consumed by the darkness, yet a comfortable tingle formed onto the places she had touched Thorin Oakenshield's hand - funnily enough, he felt the same.

When Fel leaned against the tree, she heard roars erupting around her, making her ears squint aloud, watching as the Halfling suddenly appeared - hastily, afraid, uneasy.

"How close is the pack?", she heard Thorin question the disturbed Halfling as he rushed down to them.

"To close.", he panted. "A couple of leagues, no more. But that's not the worst of it."

Felicity looked up. "Have the wargs picked up our scent?", Dwalin questioned, worridly glancing to the brunette woman, who tilted her head to the side and bit her lower lip.

"Not yet.", Bilbo answered, following the Dwarf's look and shook his head, sharing the same concerned mind as the companies. "But they will do. We have.. another problem."

The brunette woman glanced to the group, catching Thorin's remorseful look. He knew what she thought, and he would go with every force he was able to bring up against it.

"Did they see you? Hmm?", Gandalf questioned out of the blue, more alaramed about them getting caught than about Fel.

She was a strong woman, she'd get through this.

"They saw you?"

"No. That's not it."

Fel listened carefully to what he wanted to say - yet he was annoyed because the Wizard didn't let him speak.

"What did I tell you! Quiet as mouse!", the Istari stated, a proud smile gracing his grey beard.

The Dwarves started to murmur, and Bilbo got nervous, causing Felicity to step in. "Let him speak.", she said, with her eyebrows furrowed.

The Hobbit flashed the brunette woman a firm nod, thankful. "I'm trying to tell you that there is else out there!", he explained, letting his eyes wander around the company, stopping by Gandalf.

"What.. form did it take? Like a bear?"

The young woman looked at Mithrandir, worry sparkling onto her face. "A skin-changer?", she questioned, earning a nod. "I thought they were all.. exctinct."

"Y-Yes.. but it's much bigger."

Bofur glared upset at Gandalf, shaking his head in denial. "You knew about this beast?", he questioned, only watching as the Grey wanderer turned his back to the company, thinking. "I say we double back."

"And be run down by a pack of orcs?", Thorin questioned, nodding at Fel, who shook her had.

"I'm still in for luring them away-"

"-This is not discussiable.", Thorin interrupted her, shaking his head, earning a look from the brunette woman.

Their eyes locked and her expression went soft - value sparkled in her eyes.

"There is a house."

Reluctantly, the young woman left their state, letting her gaze wander with a serious face to the Istari. "It's not far from here.. where we.. uh.. might take refugee."

"Might?", Felicity asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Gandalf.. might could kill us."

"Besides.. whose house? Friend or foe?", Thorin questioned carefully. He did not want to take any chances in getting his group into danger.

"Neither."

Felicity rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "How pleasant.."

"He will help us or..he will kill us.", Gandalf explained, causing the group of Dwarves to exchange glances.

"Do we have a choice?", Thorin asked, in the back of his mind lingering the safety for his company, more of Fel if he was honest.

Roars erupted behind them, causing the young woman to flinch at the sound - it seemed dangerous, very dangerous.

"None.", Gandalf said, earning a defeated sigh from the young woman as they started to run.

Day had appeared, and as the warmth of the sun kissed Felicity's skin, she felt relieved. She didn't feel cold anymore.

"Come on!", Gandalf yelled as they ran through a field of flowers, mostly lavender.

Felicity felt her feet starting to ache, her throat felt dry and no place to stop and regain our strength was in sight. She hated this part of the adventure - the constant fear of getting caught by your enemies, or outrun death.

They landed into the woods, at least getting a little bit of safety around them.

But the dangerous yells of Azog and his kin was still heard and echoed through their spines, their body.

"Are you okay?", she heard Thorin question behind her as he looked over his shoulder, trying to make sure if everyone is alright, most importantly her.

She flashed him a quick nod and went on her way, fighting through the pain of her period cramps and aching feet, her slight headache.

But when they heard the creature growling behind them, Fel couldn't help but start to worry more and more.

"This way!"

Fel didn't even turn around to look where it came from, she just looked at Gandalf, who flashed her a concerned glance.

He saw her getting weaker and weaker, due to the loss of her blood as well.

"Quickly!"

The young woman panted heavily, and started to run again, as fast as she could, as fast as her body let her - she didn't even look out if Bilbo was still there, but she heard yells.

She looked over her shoulder, gently feeling a branch kiss her cheek softly as she rushed past the trees, the small cut starting to burn immediately.

"To the house!", she heard Gandalf as they reached the free area again, laid upon their enemies like a feast on a plate.

She hated to be in the open when they fled.

"Run!"

Fel was right behind Gandalf, only watching as Bombur suddenly quickly rushed past her, causing her to furrow her eyebrows in disbelief. As if..

"Get in! Quickly!", the Istari yelled as they rushed into the open gate of the foreign house, making Fel uneasy. She's not sure if it was a good idea at all..

The young woman stopped in front of the door, while Bombur clashed against it, making the other Dwarves rattle against the wooden piece.

"Open the door!", Gandalf yelled, as he rushed back to them, being slightly exhausted himself.

"Quickly!"

The young woman rolled her eyes and squeezed herself through the crowd of panicing Dwarves, before opening the small metal bar at the door, watching as it opened with a loud creek.

She was one of the first ones to enter and remained in her place, panting heavily and placed her hands onto her knees, trying to calm her breaths.

Gandalf looked at the young woman, a faint smile on his face. They did it.. 

"What is that?", Ori questioned, causing the Wizard to look at the youngest member.

Fel glared at Mithrandir as well.

"That, is our host.", he explained, earning looks of disbelief from the group. "His name is Beorn, and as Fel already said.. he's a skin-changer."

The young woman turned to the Dwarves, who didn't really want to know why Gandalf knew about him. "Sometimes, he's a huge black bear. Sometimes, he's a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable. But the man can be reasoned with.", he explained, locking eyes with Thorin. "However, he's not overfond of Dwarves, one of the merrier reasons Felicity joined us."

"What?", the young woman said with her raised eyebrows.

Gandalf chuckled. "You are a beautiful young woman.. and your royal blood may help us more than we thought."

Felicity flashed the Istari a suspicious look. What?

"Why?"

"You'll see."

The young woman looked after the wizard, her eyebrows narrowed together as she clenched her jaw.

"He's leaving.", Ori stated, only to be pulled away by Dori.

"Go away from the door.. It's not natural, none of it.", he said. "It's obvious, he's under some dark spell." 

"Don't be a fool.", Gandalf said. "He's under no enchantment but his own."

Felicity took a seat onto a stool she had found, looking around, thoughtfully. "Well then, get rest. You'll be safe here tonight.", Gandalf said as he took his hat off, walking past the young woman and nodding at her.

The brunette woman had rested a bit, taking the evening as a peaceful and right time to take a little slumber.

But when she woke up, Felicity was covered in a blanket, and the others were sleeping, even Gandalf resting for himself.

The young woman stood up, silently and without any intention to wake the others - Bombur for example was snoring loudly, while Gloin slept restless, what surprised her at all. 

Felicity looked at the coverage she had recieved, letting her eyes wander around the company to see if anybody of them was without a blanket - making her sight fail. Thorin was missing as well, and she came to the conclusion that he must've put it over her tired body.

With her silent tip-toes she sneaked to the door, softly leaving the sleeping company of the King under the mountain - searching for said man.

Fel's body collided with the cold of the late summer, inhaling a deep breath of the calming air.

It felt good, being at peace since months, weeks.. a year.

"You should sleep."

The brunette woman turned to the rough voice of the Dwarven King, her brown eyes locking with his as she walked over to him, smiling tenderly at him.

"You should as well.", she returned laughing, causing him to flash an endearing, yet amused smile towards her. "Besides.. I rested enough. Now it's your turn."

Now, worry graced her face, concern sparkled in her orbs, gleaming right at him. She knew that he didn't sleep for a long time. That he wasn't able to.

"You'll find your peace here.", she said softly, taking a seat beside the standing King, whose eyes flickered from the closed gate towards the beautiful woman as he followed Fel down, watching as he placed a hand onto upper thigh, squeezing the spot softly, leaving Thorin tingle's feel all over his body.

The two couldn't be more different - she was a calm woman, a sea that was going back and forth, tenderly kissing the objects that laid in her way, thoughtful and yet.. she was a good fighter, not as good as Thorin, or her brother.. but she was able to survive.

While Thorin.. on the opposite was a raging storm, filled with thunder and lightning, collapsing down on their enemies - yet never letting his emotions meet Felicity's delicate statue.

Maybe.. there was still a chance for him.

The young Dwarven King placed his hand onto hers, tenderly squeezing it as well and taking it into his hands, simply holding it passionate. He just wanted to be close to her, nothing else. They didn't need to talk, nor to look at each other, Thorin was comforted by the mere touch of her.

"I find no peace until we reached Erebor before Durin's day..", he mumbled, his head turned to the young Princess, who let out a sad sigh. "Besides.. I can't sleep anyways."

"Why?", she asked, looking at the blanket that must've been Thorin's, making the young Dwarf shrug at her questioned, earning a little nudge from her, playfully. "Thank you.. by the way."

Thorin looked at her, a puzzled look onto her face. "For?"

"Your blanket.. and covering me up, every time.", she said softly watching the King blush underneath her kindness. He wasn't like this for a long time.. not even at Erebor, watching as Thorin's face turned into a neutral expression, slight sorrow following - making Felicity gleam concerned at him.

Thorin was still holding her hand, and he wasn't intending to let it go anyways soon - or at least.. until she wanted to go away again. "Something bothers you.", she stated, matter of a factly and watched him shrug again.

"Kind of.", he answered, shortly, unsure if he should talk to her about his problems. "You seem bothered as well."

Felicity chuckled softly, shaking her head and looked with Thorin at the sky - the stars forming so many signs, beautifully sparkled down at them, calming her down. The young woman felt safe, causing her to lean her head onto Thorins shoulder as she felt him squeeze her hand again.

"I asked first.", she chuckled, causing him to looked down at her, now seeing the little cut that was at her cheek, the blood already dried. With the other hand, he softly stroked over the small wound.

"But I am a gentleman.", he answered, watching as the young woman simply looked lovingly at him, sighing.

"It's nothing, just my brother.", she said, shrugging and cuddling her head again onto his shoulder, the warmth of his body calming her down - her ear softly hearing his pulse, nothing more than just a mere whisper that signaled her that he was soothed, relieved of the little stress her held in his mind and heart. 

"Aragorn.. never wanted the throne, nor did I.", Felicity started, her eyes starting to gloss with griefing tears. She missed him, and loved him - even when she told everyone she despised and loathed him. "But he couldn't bear Lord Elronds talking about the future, about what he would achieve when he became older.. My brother and I have an age gap between six years.. and when our mother died.. it got even worse."

"He left you?", Thorin asked, a hint of anger in his voice as he felt his pride fill with rage. How could he be so egoistic?

Felicity nodded. "Not just that.. but he left me behind as the heir to the Throne.", she explained, biting the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. "He ran away from his blood, hiding from the world while he left me exposed - I don't know how.. but somehow Azog recieve those informations. He captured me, two weeks before I met you."

The story only made Thorin more angrier than before. Her own brother abandonded her, leaving her to the world - to their enemies. "Did he do something to you?", he questioned, causing her to shake her head.

"No.", she answered. "He treated me well.. at first I didn't really know what he wanted from me.. but when I learned a little bit of the black speech.. It was clear what he wanted. When he would marry me, he would have Gondor.. I just... didn't why he would need Gondor anyways."

But Gandalf knew, the Istari was in held of the knowledge, why he wanted her. And that was one of the reasons he wanted her join - not just because they would be able to get out of different situations, because she was beautiful and smart.. but her blood, her name - her inheritance.

"I promise you Fel.. You will never have to face Azog again.", Thorin said reassuringly, now leaning his head against hers, feeling the young woman de-tense her body. "But I feel you.. somehow. I have the same thing on my mind."

The young woman started to stroke his hand with her thumb, tenderly letting it slip back and forth from the back of his hand. "You think your father is still alive.", she said, watching his head nod, a little tint of hope filled his eyes. 

"Everybody tells me he's dead, or has gone mad.. But I know.. I know he's out there somewhere.", he said with a strong voice, his eyes narrowed, causing Felicity to lift her head, leaving the warmth of the King's shoulder and look at him. 

"I believe you.", she simply said with a stern face, watching as Thorin's eyes sparkled in confusion at him.

"You do?", he asked, his voice filled with hope. "You really do?"

Felicity nodded softly and flashed him a reassuring smile. "Everyone has their beliefs, their Ideals for what they live for.. And.. he's your father.. I am pretty sure you would feel if he's dead, or out of this world..", she explained, watching Thorin's utterly impressed and shocked expression turn into an admirable look.

He loved her so much.

"Thank you.", he whispered, and watched as she placed her head onto his shoulder again, her eyes fixated onto the stars while his blue orbs stared at her, amazed and in awe.

She was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

And this was the night, where two royals had bonded once more, Felicity and Thorin would be one, when the time has come.. but for now - they just stared at the stars, watching as the moonlight kissed upon them, and the little shooting stars flew over their head. 

Thorin Oakenshield seemed to start to be healed. 

A/N: 

So. a little Thorin and Fel time! Hope you liked it, guys. :))