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Tuesday
I hate this, Thorin thought as he stared at his nephew Fili across the bar. The boy toy was out of sight, probably still abed after a long night of debauchery if the falling ceiling popcorn was any indication. Thorin had not been motivated to make that long walk up the stairs to Fili or his brother Kili’s rooms because really what was the point? Ask them to not have sex because it annoyed Thorin that he wasn’t getting any of his eighteen year old lover down the street? He had never subscribed to hypocrisy and he wouldn’t start now.
“Ok.” Fili began setting down his coffee mug. “I have my caffeine so lets talk.”
Thorin almost cringed at what might be coming from his delinquent nephew but he didn’t let it show, nary a twitch. “I can’t imagine what there is to discuss.”
“Yesterday, me and my boyfriend see you sticking your tongue down a neighbor’s daughter’s throat. Do you deny this? Bear in mind, I waived at you and you waived back in the store.” The corners of Fili’s mouth curled in amusement as Thorin flipped up an eyebrow at his opening.
“I think you mean, my boyfriend and I, not me and my boyfriend. That pricy education didn’t do shit, did it? Plus, if it is my neighbor’s daughter would not she be my neighbor too?” Thorin drank some coffee to hide the smile. If they were going to do this, why not annoy the little bastard?
Sigrid had been tense yesterday all the way home, a black hole of perpetual worry. She wouldn’t speak, not a word. Just rubbed a hand over her face occasionally as she stared out the window. Thorin had been at a loss how to reach her, angry that something could upset her so badly. When he had dropped her off at her car, she had told him ‘thank you’ very quietly before fleeing. It had hurt, more than any rejection he had had in the past.
“Semantics. If you want to play Mr. Rodgers with her, that’s kinky, old man.” Fili’s smile got wider as Thorin grunted at him. “I remember her when she wore crinolines. I hope she hasn’t been wearing them around here lately.”
“No, she.. no” Thorin had a mental image of Sigrid when she was a kid and it really messed with his head.
Pushing away from the bar, he walked to sink to dump the coffee down the drain and wash out the cup. He hadn’t wanted to think of her in those terms, but they were there just the same. “Are you sure you want do this now and not wait for your brother? I bet he will have tons to say on the subject.”
“Kili doesn’t know. Well, he doesn’t know yet. I should say.” Fili picked up his phone to answer a text before looking at his uncle. “I won’t tell him, it isn’t his biz. Legolas is a different matter, he won’t lie to Tauriel even by accident. He didn’t say anything last night but I don’t know how long that will last.”
Thorin stared out the window, breathing deep. Fili and Legolas had gotten back to town before him yesterday, making him assume the worst. When he got off work and arrived home, the house was dark with a note on the bar that they were going out to dinner. Thorin had no idea what time they came home, he just knew that someone fucking someone else all last night. Where did they get the energy?
“I like Sigrid, always did. She has really filled out to capture your attention.” Fili snickered but it just made Thorin want to hit him. Just when the little shit started to endear himself to himself to his uncle, he has to go and open his fat yap.
Thorin turned to look at his nephew while he surfed on his phone. Idly, for a minute a fear that there were photographs involved almost had him jolting upright. “Well, let’s cut to chase. What do you want out of this?”
Fili’s smile ran away from his face as he dropped his phone on the counter. He didn’t look up and for a few minutes he didn’t speak, making Thorin wonder if either it was that bad or Fili was just too ashamed to put blackmail into words. Realistically, the boy had the perfect blackmail, his uncle was with a girl that had just graduated high school. If it got out, he was ruined financially. No company would want to do business with a man that was perceived to be a degenerate. She was eighteen and legal but that didn’t make it any less dirty.
“I need your help with mom.” Fili said at last. “She basically kicked us out when we got here. I know that it was a shock but really, I thought she would take it better.”
“I would have helped you anyway. You know your mother, and she isn’t going to change.” Thorin watched as he continued. “What else?”
Fili pushed away the coffee mug to look at him finally. “Kili and I want to transfer to a different school and get a place.”
“Where?”
“University of Colorado at Denver.”
“Why?”
“It is the only school that we could find that offer degree programs for what we want. Tauriel and Legolas are moving here in the spring.” Fili took a deep breath and let it out. “This wasn’t a summer fling for me or Kili.”
Thorin watched his face for a few minutes, seeing his eyebrows bunch forward between his eyes just like his father’s did when he was upset. Fili looked more like his father while Kili got all of his father’s temperament. Relaxed and easy going, Li had plowed through life with Dis until he decided one day that he was tired of trying to live up to his own father’s ideal. He had packed a suitcase and moved to Phoenix with a childhood friend that he later married. Dis was heartbroken but more so when she found out that Li had preferred men to her. That her son preferred men to women must have felt like her life had been tossed into a high speed clothes washer.
“I’ll do what I can.” Thorin was hurt that Fili would think he would judge him in the same light. It seemed like a recurring pattern with the people in his life lately.
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Friday
Days passed with no word from Sigrid despite Thorin texting like a teenage girl. He couldn’t help it, she wasn’t leaving him any indication of her mindset. His phone stayed on his person all day, or charging somewhere close by. The volume always up in case she called him in the middle of the night. He didn’t want to miss her if or when she reached out to him. By Thursday he was a basket case, two steps from talking down the street to ring the doorbell at the Dale house but common sense stopped him at the end of his driveway. He couldn’t force her, otherwise it would get bad real quick.
Monday had felt like they had rounded a corner, reached an unspoken acceptance. That is of course until Fili and Legolas saw them. He had held her hand in the store, wanted to buy her whatever her heart desired. Sigrid had never asked him for anything but that only made him want to give her everything. The smart logical side of his brain that had no interaction with his libido kept telling him that is was the sex that made him this way. There hadn’t been much of that physicality lately, so what he got pushed his thinking to extreme ends. The old saying was true: men are like tile flooring, if you lay them right you can walk all over them for the rest of your life.
The barbeque was coming up Saturday and it was the last thing he wanted while his mood crapped out. Dis had even been hemming and hawing now in light of the fact that it would get out that Fili was dating a man. But the bitch that she is, Dis loved her boys. The fact that getting laid once in a while might improve her mood hadn’t escaped him either. Thorin had been entertaining the idea of drugging her then tying her up in the house so she could get an hour of what he was forced to endure every night. Considering her attitude during this situation, the idea had merit. Revenge is best served cold sayth the Klingons.
Bilbo Baggins was coming to the party or so the text he had sent said he would. There was also the complication of his family but they might be coming too. Thorin had forwarded each returned email to Dis so that she could keep up with her head count and who was bringing what. Dwalin was bringing his big grill, plus his portable one for kebabs and grilled vegetables. Most everyone was bringing a covered dish, Nori said he would bring ice and chili for the burgers and hotdogs. Bard had managed to land several big mouth bass on his fishing trip so they were coming along to be grilled too.
Bard Dale. His friend and neighbor. What would Bard say if he knew his neighbor was pining over his daughter?
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Friday night
Sigrid tapped the last box before tossing the masking roll on the floor. Her room looked so bare. Once she had been accepted to WY Tech, she had been weeding out her room. It hadn’t been drastic, just taking stock of what she had and what she would need. The first Saturday after graduation she had a yard sale for the things that she had not wanted or needed. Old clothes that Tilda didn’t want, shoes too. Bain had chipped in with a ton of things that their father called infectious clutter. Old comics that he bought but didn’t like. Videos and games. The three of them had dressed up later, going to a nice dinner and a movie with the money they made.
The last of her room that she packed were the things she had collected but couldn’t bear to loose. Her mother’s jewelry, baby pictures, mementos that she would want in later life but had no room for in her dorm. All carefully wrapped in a box after box with her name on the sides. They would in the attic until she had a place for them.
Her phone chirped behind her, making her close her eyes in misery. It hurt what she was doing, it hurt her and him. This enforced silence. After what had happened on Monday at the store, Sigrid wanted to slap herself for all the risks that they had taken. He was older, he had a life, a successful company. It had been stupid and irresponsible, unforgivable. Which is why she had been sobbing herself to sleep every night. Sigrid missed him, not just his cock. It had stopped feeling like just sex to her, changing into a different emotion all together.
Ignoring her phone, Sigrid picked up the box to take it upstairs. Life would go on, even if her heart died a little in the process.
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Saturday Morning
The day of the barbeque was a sunny one, Thorin wasn’t sure who had been praying more for fair weather. Him or his house guests. Fili had been pushing his brother to get his act together in the last few days. It was rather comical to watch if he hadn’t be so preoccupied with his own shitstorm of a life. Even now as Thorin walked the next plate of hot dogs and hamburgers to food tables set up in the garage, Fili was quietly snarling at Kili to be a host and not a guest. Poor Kili had no idea there was a difference between the two, snuggling up with his girlfriend in a lounger.
Yesterday, the brothers had devolved into a shouting match over who was going to do what the pool or the lawn. Kili was willing to pay Sigrid since she did a better job, while Fili told him to get his ass outside. A fist fight had ensued with Tauriel and Legolas coming outside with him as he made space in the garage. Legolas had quietly given Thorin sympathetic looks while Tauriel made light conversation at a higher than normal volume so that words could be heard over the brothers in the house.
Bard had just arrived with Tilda and Bain in tow but no Sigrid. Thorin put on a nice face while he shook Bard’s hand. He asked after Sigrid but Bard just rolled his eyes talking about girls and last minute planning. She had pulled a muscle in her shoulder lifting boxes to the attic this week without any help from the others. Now, Sigrid was stuck at home with an ice pack for companionship. Bard went on to thank Thorin yet again for giving her summer job while Dwalin stood behind with him with the oddest look on his tattooed mug.
The day dragged by with more guests arriving including Bilbo with his clan. Mr. Baggins had custody of a cousin’s child due to some unfortunate things yet he was every bit the concerned parent. The little guy ran a catering business with excellent food, always doing buffets for LM Construction or food baskets when there were clients Thorin wanted to impress. Never wanting to take advantage upon his good nature, Bilbo was paid more than what he asked for any services and invited to every family gathering. Whether he brought food or not was entirely on him, but no one ever turned him down.
Today, Bilbo and his pack of cousins trooped in with deviled egg salad, stuffed tomatoes, roasted mini ears of corn and three gallons of sweet tea. There had been an odd assortment of handmade donuts and banana pudding along with some late strawberry torts but those had been brought separately by Dis. Poor Bilbo had brought his cousins, Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took with Frodo’s friend Samwise Gamgee. Merry and Pippin had wooden legs when it came to food, there would have been nothing left by the time Bilbo had arrived.
The grills were going nonstop, with beer and wine in coolers place beside large trash cans in the pool area, house and garage. Dwalin was trying to talk up Gloin’s sister-in-law while Gimli tried to ineffectively hit on Tauriel, pissing Kili off to no end. Even Bifur brought a lady that talked endlessly without a clue that her date was the strong silent type. Nori brought two ladies with him that might wear less than a bikini when the sun went down. People brought more people, making Thorin glad he had overbought on the food and beer.
Sigrid
Her name would pop into his head at someone’s turn of phrase or if he heard Tilda laugh in the pool. The illicit feelings hounded him, making him wish there was some resolution. Seeing her brother laughing with Gimli compounded his hurts. Bain looked like her for all his dark hair, a masculine version of the face that haunted his waking dreams. Fili had come to him once he had seen that Sigrid wasn’t with her family. He said nothing, merely squeezed Thorin’s shoulder in sympathy. The ache in his chest got worse, almost beyond what he could bear.
The sun dipped low in the west, as people began to eat again or drink some more. Designated drivers could be seen in the large group as they were ones didn’t laugh too loud or sway a little too much to the music. Watching Kili and Tauriel slow dance to one side with a few others as a radio played some nineties power ballads, made him wish for more than this slow death of endless people. She was home alone according to Bard, and she was packing. He would take Sigrid some food and say good bye. Thorin might drink himself into oblivion when he returned but he had to see her one last time.
Filling up to plates with food and dessert, he stuffed two cans of soda in his back pockets. He had already shutdown his grill after the last round of kebabs with Dwalin cleaning his as he flirted with various women. Thorin decided against saying anything to anyone, he didn’t want to arouse any suspicion or look too anxious. Bard might be ok with Thorin playing the good neighbor but Dwalin had known he and Sigrid had been in the same room together, that he had paid for her piercings. The last thing he needed was anyone getting a clue to his personal life.
The Dales house was two blocks down but they were short blocks. The manicured lawns stretched greenly back to their houses that he had built like verdant window shades pulled all the way down to the asphalt. Some made him proud, some still gave him nightmares. The human mind can perceive color but some shouldn’t be on a house. He passed a pink and burgundy ranch style he had built for divorced mother of two that fell into the nightmare category. There was a Greek Revival on a back street that gave him heartburn due to the amount of nude male statuary in the front yard. Mrs. Proctor had too much fun with those things at Halloween.
Thorin could see a TV on downstairs in the kitchen and a light on in the right dormer on the second floor. Sigrid’s room. He had built the Dale house too, cutting out the extras and buying at cost so they could have a nice place after Bard’s wife died of cancer. Walking up the driveway, Thorin went through the open garage to ring the kitchen doorbell. He wasn’t doing this at the front door, standing there where god and everyone could see him moon over her.
The kitchen light came on almost immediately when he rang the doorbell. Sigrid walked into the mud room, giving him the first real look he had seen in the last five days. Her hair was pulled back from her face in high ponytail with curly wisps at the ears and crown. When she realized it was him on the other side, Sigrid stood for a moment just watching him with a trembling lip as he lifted the plates of food.
She opened the door to him, asking him in a low voice. “Why did you come, Thorin?”
He stood for a minute, unsure. She had never called him by his given name. “Bard and them will be at the party for a while. I wanted you have something to eat.”
Sigrid walked out to the stoop to take the food. She was wearing a light green halter dress that had seen better days. “Thanks.”
They stood there in the falling dark, staring at the other with an ocean of things that needed saying but neither would take the plunge. Thorin watched her quietly, almost shy at this uncomfortableness that was yawning at him. He hadn’t felt like this in so long, it was alien to him now and he hated it. Gathering what little nerve he had left, he started with the easiest part.
“I’m sorry, Sigrid. For all of this.”
“You have done nothing to be sorry for. The end was always coming.” She took a deep breath to continue. “I don’t regret anything, so don’t be sorry.”
She must have had band aides on her nipples, he thought not seeing the lumps at her breasts. The thought made him feel dirty even as he continued. ”I do. You were embarrassed and hurt because of me.”
“Come inside please. I am not doing this out here and fighting off gnats.” With a huff, she turned and walked inside. Thorin meekly followed, getting more off balanced by the second.
Sigrid slide the plates across the counter as she turned off the kitchen lights, leaving only the range hood and the light from the various appliances. Bard hadn’t changed the kitchen, still painted in a sunny yellow. Everything was clean and organized, no real clutter that he could see. Thorin hated clutter, kept after the boys and their others this week to keep up with their shit.
“I wanted you, Thorin. I won’t apologize for it.” Sigrid began to set out glasses but stopped when Thorin handed her the soda’s out of his back pocket. She filled the glasses with ice for the drinks. “The first time was a bit of an accident, but I purposely went back the next Saturday with every intention of getting your pants down. So this is more on me than you.”
Thorin smiled at the memory. “I thought those guys at the hardware store were going to swallow their tongues.”
They laughed together for a few minutes but sobered quickly as they remembered the rest of the afternoon. The truck on the side of the road, in the garage. He had fucked her wherever possible at any time, damnit even now he could hammer nails with his hard cock.
Gripping the counter to get control, Thorin continued. “I know you will do well at WY Tech.”
Seeing his white knuckler on the Formica, she finally asked what he had been waiting for. “What has Fili said about last Monday?”
Thorin blew out a breath, releasing the tension in his hands as well as his body. “Nothing so far. If he tells Kili, then the world will know. Legolas, his boyfriend, hasn’t mentioned it as far as I know. Fili wants my help with Dis because the four of them want to get a place together in Denver. Blackmail is better long term.”
Sigrid laughed, she couldn’t help it. “I hope he isn’t a business major.”
“I would hire him if he was!” Thorin laughed with her as they both began to stare at each other once more. His heart was aching but there was one last thing to say before he left. “I told you once, if you needed me for anything, let me know. I meant that, Sigrid. Nothing has changed.”
She bowed her head away from but nodded. Sigrid didn’t look at him now and he knew their time was finished. The hollow well in the center of his body felt like it was getting bigger as he walked to the door to leave. Thorin didn’t approach her as he walked passed, didn’t ask for anything in return. It might have been something but it was over now. No sense in drawing out the pain.
He made it to the door, had his hand on it when she croaked his name. “Thorin?”
He didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in her eyes, matching the pain in her voice. “Yes.”
“It wasn’t just sex.”
“No. It wasn’t.” He agreed. “Your life is waiting for you and I wish you joy. That I had time in it was a blessing.”
“You wish me joy?” Thorin felt her walk up behind him, her hot breath on his ear. Tears soaked each word she spoke. “Well…I wish for one more time. A farewell.”
“Sigrid..”
“No! Don’t Sigrid me! If this is the end, then I want it to be an end that I remember when I am old and gray!” Her hands slide around his body as she stepped closer, one going north and one going south.
“Its better if I walk outttttt..” The rest of the thought got dumped in the trash when her nimble fingers began to trace the outline of his cock then pinch the tip.
“Damn, you are so hard.” Her voice was rough, reminding him of when she would beg for him.
“There is a special place in hell waiting for me.” He picked her up, carrying her out of the room to the stairs. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her dress off her body, leaving it on the kitchen floor.
“Good because I am burning alive right now.” Sigrid told him as she stuck her tongue in his ear. “I’m tired of doing it alone.”
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“Where’s Thorin?” Bard asked as he walked up to Fili and a few others. “I have a question about him sponsoring the kid’s baseball league.”
Fili felt his stomach drop to his ankles. Bard made him feel all kinds of awkward thanks to the forbidden knowledge he possessed. “I think Ori handles that aspect of the business. He’s inside.”
Fili began to usher Bard inside when a slightly tipsy Legolas piped in. “I saw him walking up the street. Must be taking a plate to Sigrid.”
A few sniggers erupted from a drunk Balin who began to elbow an equally inebriated Bofur. “Sigrid? Isn’t that the name of the girl Thorin’s fucking? I bet he’s taking her more than a plate!”
Bard tried to turn but Fili had a good arm on him to push him forward. He called over his shoulder. “This is Thorin we are talking about. You must have him confused with Dwalin and some other girl!”
“Boy please! It wasn’t Dwalin with his head buried between some blond chick’s legs out here by the pool a few weeks ago! In that lounger right there.” Bofur pointed to a chair then spun around to point at another one. “Oh fuck the chair, I was staring at the girl’s tits. Nice, big ones she had.”
Balin joined in while Bofur made cupping motions with his hands, unable to help himself as Legolas started to giggle. “I walked in on him fucking this Sigrid girl in the ass! Right begging for it she was!” Bard was struggling by now and Fili was losing his grip on the man.
Gloin walked up snorting. “You guys talking about Thorin? I caught him with some blond chick at the office last weekend. Giving it to her right there on the desk.”
Bard turned to look at Fili, his eyes had a strange look to them. “I think its time I go home for a minute. You will let me go, boy.”
Fili immediately released Bard’s arm as the man walked stiffly away. The drunk idiots behind him were still talking about the Thorin escapades not realizing that what kind of damage they had done to their friend, employer and cousin. Bard walked to the kids as they romped in the pool, motioning them to him. They looked at each other then at their father as he spoke. Oh shit, its hitting the fan in grand style, Fili thought as the kids swam out of the pool. Bard walked out the side gate while Fili ran to find his brother.
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Bard felt like he was swimming more than walking as he made his way up the street. The shock was a heavy blanket weighing down his shoulders but filling his head up with cotton. Sigrid was fucking Thorin!? How was this possible? When did it start? Bain had been complaining that Sigrid hadn’t been home much in the last week and barely at all on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Bard had passed off his son’s bitching as the boy getting peeved because Sigrid was having little fun and wasn’t cooking and cleaning for her siblings every moment of her life.
The lights were off in the houses as he meandered by. Bard had a few beers, enough to have a slight buzz in the dry heat, but not now. The idea of his baby being taken advantage of by a man older than her father sobered him faster than a cold shower! Sigrid didn’t understand men, yet. At eighteen, she had no real practical experience with the dark side of the male gender. Bard was already worried as hell about her going away to school but for her innocence to yanked away already by the harshness of reality before she even left town was unthinkable.
He stumbled into the kitchen, closing the door. The TV was on at the end of the room but what got his attention was the green dress on the floor. It was the same dress Sigrid was wearing earlier before he had left for that bastard Thrainson’s house. Looking around the room, he didn’t see anyone in the open floorplan of the house. As he swung back to the kitchen, he saw two plates of food and two used glasses on the counter. Two.
He was running up the stairs before he realized the action had been taken, his hands sliding along the tan walls for balance. The long runner on the carpeted stairs muffled his steps but unfortunately didn’t quiet the sounds of sex that were emanating from Sigrid’s bedroom.
“Oh, Thorin! Oh God, I want to cum! I’m gonna cum! So good, no one has ever been better!”
Bard slammed the door open to the complete surprise of everyone in the room. Sigrid was or had been riding Thorin butt naked with his hands gripping her hips. Thorin’s pants and boxers were drapped around his ankles with his cock deep inside his daughter while he sat on her bed. His teeth on her chest, Thorin had been busy leaving marks all over her breasts. Now, they both stared at him with the crazed expression of What The Fuck!
“Da!”
“Bard, I can explain..”
“Get the fuck out of my house, you fucking pervert! She’s a child!” Bard grabbed Sigrid’s ballerina lamp, brandishing it like a weapon.
Thorin pushed Sigrid off him, to block the blow that was coming and grab his shorts at the same time. The poor girl grabbed a blanket off the floor to cover herself, jumping in between the two men. Thorin batted away the lamp Bard had in his hand but he was still swinging it with too much momentum. Bard ended up knocking Sigrid across the forehead with the lamp, knocking her to the floor with a scream.
“Oh God! Sigrid!”
“Da.. Why did you hit me?!”
“Damn it, Bard! Just let me explain!”
“Why are you still here, Thrainson! Get the fuck out!”
Bard hit Thorin on the mouth before the shorter man could block the swing or duck, knocking him back into a window seat. Sigrid screamed again, pulling at her father who pushed her back to the bed, to lay sprawling for a second.
“Bard! I don’t want to fight you!”
“Well, I really want to fight you!”
Bard threw another punch, trying to aim for Thorin’s nose but again hit Sigrid when she tried to step in the middle. The blond screamed as blood seeped from the cut at the bridge, joining the streams that oozed from her nose.
“Stop hitting her!” Thorin bellowed, finally getting mad.
The two men began trading punches as Sigrid lay crying on the floor. When Kili and Fili finally showed up, the battle royal had produced several broken teeth(Bard), a cracked septum(Sigrid), black eye (Bard) and a split lip (Thorin). It was all they could do to get everyone downstairs without murder to resolve the crisis that reached this Saturday night. Sigrid and Thorin hastily pulled on clothes before joining the others.
“This is my house, I want everyone gone!” Bard snarled at them as he held an ice pack to his eye.
“Da. That’s enough.” Sigrid was quiet as she held the ice pack to her nose, ignoring her father completely as she walked over to sit in Thorin’s lap much to everyone’s surprise. Thorin happily wrapped an arm about her waist, tugging her dress down.
“Sigrid!” Bard hissed from across the room, starting to rise but Kili pushed him back down in the chair.
“Its my life, Da. My life. Would you have preferred I go out with some guy my age, who whines about wearing a condom and knocks me up?” Her voice was harsh but it could have been because of her nose. “I’m eighteen. It was my choice.”
“Thorin should have known better!” Bard raged, almost foaming at the mouth. “He’s older than I am!”
“I know how old I am Bard. We both know.” Thorin told him quietly as he rubbed Sigrid’s back. “Nothing changes. Sigrid will go to school. I will stay here. The only difference is you now see both of us in an altered light for which I am sorry.”
“There was no plans, just two people enjoying a summer.” Sigrid turned to look at Thorin now. “Time and distance can rip relationships, if there is something unbreakable there…”
“It will still be there in four years.” Thorin finished for her. “I can accept that. Sigrid needs to grow and spread her wings. Live her life and enjoy her youth.”
“Yes, yes. Very profound. But the fact remains that you were having sex in my house and according to your party guests, all over town!” Bard threw the words like spears at Thorin who blanched in surprise.
“What!”
“Its true.. The jig is up. Apparently, even mom walked in on you and ….What were you thinking, Sigrid?!” Kili exclaimed with horrific surprise. “He’s like older than dirt!”
Fili walked up to calmly slap his brother across the face. “Im sorry, uncle. He’s impulsive. The first time he met Tauriel he asked her to look down his trousers.”
“Oh god.” Thorin rubbed his face but winced at his lip. “Everyone knows about us. Even your mother, boys?”
“We will work something out.” Fili looked at them with a smile. “What were you thinking, Sigrid? Messing up our lives like this?”
“I was thinking that I was having the best summer ever with a terrific lover.” Sigrid kissed him. Thorin didn’t complain, just kissed her back.
“Boys, if your mom won’t help you, I will. We all should be allowed to reach for what we want in life.” Thorin told his nephews but couldn’t take his eyes off the blond in his lap. Bard just groaned in his chair, murmuring about lawsuits.
“Four years?” Sigrid whispered in his ear.
“Four years.” Thorin nodded.