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Ikrêsik	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 3112 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note – This is a complete work of three chapters; I’m posting all three of them tonight. I hope everyone enjoys it!

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.

Chapter Two – Bonding

Once Oin had left her room, Clover looked over at Dain’s wife to find the dwarrowdam smiling at her.

“I know that was a bit embarrassing, cousin, but it’s necessary. Oin will inform Dwalin so he will know to be careful during your first joining,” she informed her, handing her the vial that the healer had entrusted to her. “Take this, it should take effect by the time you have finished bathing and are on your way to where Dwalin is waiting.”

The hobbit took the vial, downing the contents with a shudder as the thick fluid covered her tongue. It was foul tasting, and she gratefully accepted the glass of water Eira handed her.

“The bath is prepared,” the dwarrowdam informed her. “I’ll lay out a dressing gown for you while you bathe.”

Clover hurried into the bathing room, stripping out of her attire and stepping into the warm water. She enjoyed it for a moment, allowing the heat to ease any tension from her muscles, before she picked up the soap and began cleaning herself. The lass took care to ensure every inch was clean before washing her hair.

Once done, the hobbit exited the tub and dried herself off, not wanting to catch cold. Only some of the smaller forges had been lit so each room in the mountain required the fireplaces to keep things warm as the chill of autumn sank into the stone.

Eira helped her into the dressing gown before coming the wild, tawny curls that spilled to almost the middle of her back. As she did so, the dwarrowdam gently questioned the lass.

“Are there any questions you have that I can answer for you,” she asked, not knowing if Clover would need any guidance before going to Dwalin.

“Mama was able to explain things before she passed,” Clover answered softly. “I am nervous though.”

The woman smiled into the mirror, meeting the hobbit’s blue eyes. When she’d heard of Thorin taking the lass as his sister, she’d kept a careful watch over Clover and found that she had the courage of a dwarf resting within the smaller frame. She and Dain had approved of the adoption, gladly accepting her as cousin, and Eira had fought alongside Clover during the Battle of Five Armies.

“Every dam is when she joins with someone for the first time,” she soothed. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure Thorin told you that it’s instinctual for us to ensure our Ones are not harmed in any way; I know Dwalin would never do anything to hurt you.”

“No,” she admitted. “He wouldn’t; he was always keeping an eye on me during the quest, and I never heard anything negative from him. He was the one who pushed for me to learn how to use a sword when they found Sting in the troll hoard.”

“That is one of the ways he shows his care of those he cares about,” Eira confirmed. “The circumstances wouldn’t allow for ikrêsik to happen, but he knew that you were important to him and wanted to make sure you were protected as much as possible.”

The smile she was given was beautiful, but it was quickly erased when a low burning heat began making itself known. Eira spotted the flush building on the light skin and realized what was going on.

“We need to get you to Dwalin,” she murmured, setting the lass’s comb aside.

Eira guided the hobbit out of her rooms and towards the room where the dwarf was waiting. By the time they arrived, Clover was shaking as the potion took stronger effect and she had to lean against the dwarrowdam to stay on her feet.

When he saw them, Thorin unlocked the door and opened it to allow his sister entry into the room. The three males and Eira murmured blessings as the hobbit passed through the doorway.

Clover didn’t register the sound of the door closing behind her; her eyes were focused on the dwarf standing a few feet away from where she was. She watched as Dwalin walked up to her, clad only in a pair of light trousers, and he took her left hand in his. The sleeve of the dressing gown fell back to reveal where the runes were written by Yavanna’s hand upon the skin on the inside of her wrist.

“My One,” the burly male murmured, brushing a kiss across the runes. He felt the shiver that swept through her and did it again, looking up to see the flash of desire crossing her face.

“Cariad,” she murmured, slipping her arms around his neck when he drew her close and claimed her lips for the first time.

The short beard and long mustache was both wiry and soft against her skin as his lips pressed against hers, and she gave a soft sound of pleasure when his mouth opened, tongue lightly teasing to persuade her to opens hers. Clover did as he wanted, moaning when she felt the press of his tongue against hers, and she could feel the heat of his body when he pulled her snugly against him.

He groaned into the kiss, feeling the soft curves pressing against him, and she shivered at the deep sound. The fire that had been growing since she’d taken the potion suddenly seemed to ignite at a much higher temperature when she felt the solid strength of him as well as the hard length pressed against her belly.

His hands slipped from her lower back, sliding to the front to untie the dressing gown. She managed to let go of him just long enough for the soft fabric to fall from her shoulders into a puddle on the floor, and her fingers found their way back around his neck to sink into the short fringe of hair.

Both could feel her nipples hardening in the cool air, drawing his gaze to her breasts. The hobbit cried out when a strong hand cupped one of them, squeezing gently before leaning down and in to draw the nipple into her mouth.

Clover felt the heat intensify at the wonderful feel of his mouth on her nipple, shaking as he suckled there for a few moments. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, realizing her body was readying itself for her cariad, and her head fell back when he moved to the other breast to lave and suckle at the nipple there.

“Dwalin,” she rasped out, body shaking harder when he carefully applied teeth in a gentle nip before soothing it with his tongue.

Her knees buckled when he did it again, just a bit harder, and he was quick to catch her. He picked her up, carrying her over to the bed and setting her down in the center.

Clover was very keen of his gaze on her, knowing her body was still too thin due to the lack of food during the last part of the quest. Her unease faded when she spotted the fire in his blue eyes, realizing he very much liked what he saw.

“Beautiful,” he told her, unlacing his trousers and dropping them to the floor.

Mahal and Yavanna have blessed me was her first thought when she finally got her first look at her cariad. During the quest, she’d made sure to keep her back to them as they’d bathed and whoever was on lookout for her had done the same in order to ensure her safety at all times. Now, Clover knew just what she was missing.

Dwalin was powerfully built with muscular arms and legs; his chest was heavy with muscle, and his abdomen was as well. The only soft thing about him was the hair on his chest and legs as well as the trail of hair that led to the large member that rested against his lower belly. Instead of feeling anxious at the sight of the proof of his desire for her, she felt another rush of heat.

While other hobbits would be put off due to the scars, tattoos, and powerful build, she found him to be beautiful in her eyes and she smiled at him.

“I have been blessed with a cariad who is so very handsome,” Clover told him, making his eyes go soft with tenderness before the blaze of heat from the ikrêsik burned the expression away.

The dwarf climbed into the bed with her, kneeling over her as his hands began exploring her soft skin. Like him, she bore scars from the times she’d defended members of the company and he found them to be beautiful as they bore testament to her bravery.

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment before a moan filled the air when calloused hands returned to her breasts, weighing and squeezing them gently before her cariad leaned in to alternate between the nipples. He nipped and suckled at them until she was writhing on the blankets, pleasure building up in her lower belly with each passing moment.

Dwalin slowly abandoned her breasts, exploring the soft skin of her belly and finding areas that made his One moan with pleasure. He would lightly rake over those spots with his teeth, teasing to help build the heat he knew was burning through his hobbit lass’s veins.

When his sensual exploration of his soulmate reached the juncture between her legs, he ran gentle fingers through the curls that lightly covered the mound before parting the outer lips to dip a single fingertip between them. The heat and wetness that greeted him made him groan, and he slid his finger up to find the pearl that was one of the keys to his Clover’s pleasure.

Clover jerked slightly at the soft touch, eyes widening at the sensation, and he laid his free hand on her belly to soothe her.

“All right, gayadê,” he asked, sounding concerned for her.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” she admitted. “I’m all right; please, keep going.”

Dwalin smiled at that and caressed her pearl once again, keeping his touch very light so as not to overwhelm her. At the moan she gave, his eyes turned a darker shade of blue as passion built and he leaned in. He lapped at her pearl, growling at the deeper moan she gave, and she was soon moving into each touch he gave.

It didn’t take long before she came, calling his name as her body bucked and convulsed with pleasure. The dwarf simply continued with his actions, enjoying the taste of his one as her body released more wetness. He pushed her over the edge into bliss several times, sensing that each one was more powerful than the next, and he reluctantly pulled away when he heard her call his name.

“Dwalin, please,” Clover begged, hands clenching tightly to the bedding. “I need you.”

The warrior didn’t have to ask what it was she needed, moving into position over her. He grasped his hammer, maneuvering it to enter her forge with ease.

“Are you sure, gayadê?”

“I am, my Dwalin,” Clover answered, meeting his eyes. “The Valar crafted us for each other, and I do not want to walk this life without you.”

Dwalin kissed her, sliding carefully into her untried body. He paused at the right moment to allow her a chance to adjust before thrusting deep into her. Thankfully, the potion kept her body at a fever point of arousal and helped to dim the pain of this first joining. All he heard was a soft whimper when her maidenhead was taken, and he fought through the demands of the ikrêsik to allow her time to relax.

Clover gently tugged on his mustache, pulling him into another kiss. She felt whole now that they were joined, and she could sense the bond that had started when he’d entered her and couldn’t wait to see how it would feel once it was complete.

“Move, fy anwylyd,” she instructed, groaning deeply when he obeyed.

The hobbit wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper, and it didn’t take her long to move with him. She matched his rhythm, vocalizing her pleasure in ways that made his own desire spin out of control. He thrust faster and harder, giving her every inch of his hammer, and she wailed her pleasure aloud for him to enjoy.

His control snapped when she begged for more, and it didn’t take much at all before the pair of them fell into bliss. Her body convulsed around his hammer, causing the tight channel to become even tighter, and he thrust deep into her forge as he came.

After a few moments, he rested his weight on his arms as he laid his forehead against hers. Both of them were panting, and he took a few moments to simply breathe her scent and memorize it. The bond had started, and it would take a few more times before it would be complete and the ikrêsik would fade from him.

“I’m glad it’s you,” Clover murmured, voice soft as she struggled to calm her breathing.

“Truly,” the warrior asked, surprised and pleased by her words.

“Truly,” she answered. “Even though most of the company doubted me, you never treated me as a burden and always looked out for me. The times you stayed close by, even after I began proving myself to everyone, I always felt safe.”

“Most would say I frightened them and would want me away,” Dwalin admitted.

“Most people are idiots,” Clover stated, smiling when she heard the laughter from her cariad.

The hobbit promised herself she would do whatever she could to ensure she heard that unrestrained laughter from her warrior more often. Before she could contemplate more on that, she felt him harden within her and the fire burning through her viens flared in response.

“Again, gayadê?”

“Again, fy anwylyd,” the lass purred, claiming his lips for a deep kiss.

Dwalin kissed her back, determined to ensure her pleasure as long as the ikrêsik held him in its thrall. He would cherish this time, sensing the growing bond between them, and take every opportunity to learn his One’s body so he would be able to continue to please her during their life together.

Author’s End Note – Gayadê is khuzdul for my joy. Huge thanks to the list poplitealqueen put on her tumbler for khuzdul endearments! Another Welsh phrase to interpret - fy anwylyd means my beloved. Okay, the dwarven terms for penis and the women’s genital area is rather different, but I felt it would work given the circumstances.
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