Evangeline felt like so much had been leading up to this moment, and now that it was finally here, after all this time… She felt the fear creeping across her skin and making her jump at every little sound. Nervousness hijacked her heartbeat, driving it up into her throat so that each beat throbbed like a drum. She had been longing for this night for longer than she was willing to admit, but there were far too many restless thoughts running through her mind as she tugged at the sleeves of her nightgown and shivered, the cool air of the room mingling with the heat radiating off her anxious form. What if she did not please him? If he found her lacking, or not as he had imagined? What if…

Her own deeper worries were all too natural to be notable. She tried to fight the lump in her throat and take a deep breath despite its obstruction – this was just one more adventure. One more experience she would never have until she did.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and the hobbit nearly jumped she was so startled by the unimposing sound. Evie nodded bravely, taking a beat before realizing that whoever (she knew who it must be) was on the other side of the door could not see her.

"Come- come in."

She offered, cursing the emotions straining her voice. Thorin entered the bedroom, their bedroom, and she was almost relieved to recognize a similar tension lining his sharp features.

"My wife."

He greeted her with a smile, his adoring sapphire eyes lighting up as they met her gentle grey ones.

"My husband."

She returned, and there was great tenderness in the sound. It felt like honey on her tongue – a sweetness she had yearned to taste for many years.

"I have dreamed of calling you my wife for so long…"

He explained, stepping forward and taking one of her small, unconsciously trembling hands in his.

"And yet I never permitted myself to believe such a thing could ever come to be. Not in my wildest imaginings…"

He kissed the top of her hand, and as his perfect lips curved around her knuckles, Evangeline was not sure which had become stronger – her chaste panic, or her kindled desire for him. He was wearing a dark green tunic and black pants; they had both changed after the festivities had died down. Evie wore only her nightgown, a long white affair which was barely thick enough to be decent without the accompanying robe. She felt nearly naked already, but tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation as she strained to come to the full realization that this night had arrived at last and that they were finally married. She was his and he was hers, forever. The very idea was unfathomable.

She smiled up at him, her stormy eyes tracing the lines of his face with wanton abandon. She could look at him as much as she wanted to, now, and no one could talk. She could stare at him, eyes absorbing his pale skin against the clean line of his beard, the slope of his hawk-like nose and the gorgeous lips it led to. She could kiss those lips as many times as she wanted, and it would not be called indecent. She realized suddenly that she wanted to – that she wanted to see him and touch him and experience him as no one else ever could. He was finally her husband, and she wanted every inch of him.


Evangeline hadn't realized she was holding her breath until he kissed her and she released it against his lips. She drew in another, ashamed to feel it catch in her throat. She had never wanted anything more in her whole life, nor had she felt more terrified of having it. Why, she could not say, but the nerves shooting through her muscles proved she was more scared of this than she had expected. What if it wasn't the way she thought it would be? What if something went wrong? What if –

He kissed her again, his lips wrapping around hers with abject tenderness. Each movement was slow and deliberate. Her hands found his face, fingers skimming across his jaw and burying themselves in his thick beard. He must have enjoyed the sensation, for his breath hitched as her searching fingers massaged his cheeks and neck. One of his large hands wound into her golden curls, fingers twisting around strands of her silky hair and tugging on them just enough to encourage her to make a small helpless noise into his mouth. Their kiss deepened; his tongue made circles on her own, and the taste of him made her knees weaken.


She whispered his name between kisses, her timorous voice in a slightly higher register than she had anticipated. He pulled away from her, his dazzling blue eyes searching her anxious grey ones for an explanation. He felt her tense against him and one look at her told him why. A smile curved onto his lips as he gazed down at his hobbit, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. Evie took a deep breath, her eyes leaving his as she tried to find the words to justify her trepidation. Instead, her fingers hooked on the top of his linen shirt, tugging at the drawstring of the dark green garment and picking at the stitches of its lining. Thorin took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips in what was becoming a customary gesture.

"Evangeline Took, are you truly refusing to speak your mind?"

He teased her, and was rewarded with a timid smile. Her lovely little brow furrowed, but at least she met his gaze again.

"Thorin, I…"

How could she explain? What could she say to make herself feel more at ease? Her body betrayed her mind, her senses… She cursed her nerves, wondering how it was that any woman had gotten herself through this startling situation. She had been calm until this evening, until she had taken off her wedding dress and put on her nightgown and come to grips with the fact that all this was real. And she wanted it to be, she wanted all of it…

"I love you."

It was all she could think to say – it was the only thing that mattered. Her hands spread out on his shoulders, feeling the taught muscles hiding beneath his linen shirt. Her mouth fell open, pink lips parting as she indulged herself in him, abandoning apprehension and trying to realize only this moment. Her greedy fingers traced the line of his clavicle through his shirt, and the dwarf shivered. He closed his eyes as her touch moved to his neck, the backs of her fingers skimming his jawline with unqualified sensuality, making the hair of his beard prickle under her languid caress. Her hand tangled into his dark brown hair, catching on a braid as she gathered a handful of his unkempt mane. His head tilted back at the temperate motion, and a smile flickered on her fair face as she brazenly kissed his adam's apple and felt him breathe in sharply in response. The hobbit broke away slowly, relishing the feeling of his heartbeat under her lips.

"I want you," she confessed, her mouth hovering over his. The dwarf savored the sweetness of her breath against his longing lips.

"I want you more than anything I've ever wanted in my entire life."

Thorin smiled, his heart pounding in his chest. He unapologetically stole a quick kiss from his bride as she fought against her body's instinct to blush.

"I am yours," he returned, his eyes burning with desire. She was looking away again, as was her custom when she got embarrassed or nervous. His careful hands turned her face back toward his, his expression a model of adulation. "Every day, until the day I die," he vowed, and that promise, the assurance of the days and years and decades they had yet to spend together, was more exhilarating than anything in her greatest imaginings.

"Which means that you, my wife…" he tried the word again, delighting in the way it danced off his tongue. The dwarf picked her up, and although the blonde jumped in surprise at first, she allowed him to sweep her up and carry her to their bed, smiling into his shoulder as her nightgown flowed behind them.

"Are mine." He suggested, claiming her lips for an unspeakable passion which made her weak in his arms. She lay back on the bed, taking a deep breath as she tried to ready herself for him, for what was to come. He kicked off his boots and joined her on the bed, trying to shake the tension from his own body even as he noticed it in hers. She closed her eyes, feeling his solid frame on top of her and drinking in the warmth of him, hungry for it even as she shivered in shy anticipation.

"We do not have to do this tonight."

Thorin interrupted, and Evie looked up at him like a deer caught staring down an arrow. Her grey eyes were wide, and the innocent surprise on her face made him smile.

"I did not say –"

"You did not have to."

He assured her, dusting one of her rosy cheeks with his lips in an amatory gesture. She was frozen beneath him, unable to understand.

"It is not such a great thing. If you would rather wait –"


She protested, her brow wrinkling the way it always did when she was offended. Thorin chuckled, his breath husky in his throat. If she did not want him tonight, she would have to say so now, because it took considerably more willpower than he wanted to admit to keep himself from her.

Evie's eyes met his, and for the first time she noticed just how nervous he must be as well.

Thorin made his desire for her clear, but he also feared the pain their union would inevitably bring her, and her reluctance was setting him on edge. He appreciated her chastity, her hesitation, but he had no wish to continue if that was not what she wanted, if any part of her was unsure…

"Evangeline, you are my wife. I would do anything for you –"

Seeing the fervent love in his eyes, the way he paused to care for her, how he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling without her needing to say it… He was her husband. They were married. Her mind recalled the wedding earlier in the day, the celebration and that perfect moment when they pledged themselves to one another… Any fear she felt before was transfigured into love, and in that instant there was nothing she wanted more in all of Middle Earth than to see it consummated.

"Then make me yours. All of me."




Thorin collapsed into the bed next to his wife, letting out a throaty groan of contentment. The corner of Evie's lips tugged up into a smile, and she gingerly turned to fit into his arms, already feeling the effects of him imprinted onto her. His fingers wandered to her chin, lifting it up so he could kiss her one more time.

"I love you."

He reaffirmed, his lips pledging the verity of the claim with indicative tenderness. She made a small noise of satisfaction and echoed him softly, nestling into his arms and closing her eyes. She could feel his heavy breathing beneath her, fatigue claiming them both as the hobbit prepared for what was surely a well-deserved rest. She could not believe that only a day ago she had been Evangeline Took of the Shire, and now… Now she was Evangeline, wife of Thorin, King at Ered Luin. She had just experienced what it was to know her husband as no one else ever would, and although she was left exhausted and trembling in his arms, she felt content to know as his fingers laced with hers that this was only the start.






Author's Note: I have probably edited and reedited and written extra parts for and just generally paid attention to this chapter more than any other in this entire story. It was very important to me that I did this scene just right, and I am very happy with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoyed it as well! Please comment and let me know what you think – I really hope that it is everything you wanted from this pivotal moment for Thorin and Evie!


Also, for those of you who are not in this for the T rating… I wanted to maintain the rating so I cut out a little in the middle – If you go under my other stories tab on my profile you will see a story titled 'Home X' – that is exactly what it sounds… It's this chapter (and it will have future chapters of a similar nature) in its entirety. So if you're up for a little more detail, enjoy!

Anyways, thank you all so much for your patience (I know my updates have been rather slow lately), and I hope this is worth the wait! It certainly was for Evie and Thorin. ;)