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The Rules for Mana Maze Solitaire

by Mark Rosewater (with help from Gene Rosewater)

NOTE: This is a reprint of an article from long ago, so there are outdated things in the article and stuff not referenced because it happened after this article was published.

Two people can play a traditional Magic duel, and three or more can play any number of multi-player variants, but what do you do if your only company is your Magic cards? People unable to find competitors have refused to let this stop them from playing. Creative inspiration has led to the evolution of solitaire Magic.

Most solitaire variants mimic a two-player duel, with one player playing both sides. Other versions pit the player against a pre-set, standing "phantom" opponent. These types are interesting, but the solitaire version offered here is a bit different. To mix the essence of traditional solitaire with a flavor of Magic, the "Mana Maze" solitaire variant requires a slightly different set of rules.

The object of the game is variable. As described below, you might have to destroy a particular card in play, or remove all the cards in the layout from play without running out of life points.

Mana Maze alters the following basic game concepts:

In Play: In normal Magic, a card is considered "in play" as soon as its casting is resolved. In Mana Maze, cards are stacked as in traditional solitaire, and are brought into play by being exposed. That is, if a card is in the game and is not covered by any other card, it is considered in play. Cards in play are "active" or "inactive".

Active: Active cards are all permanents that can exist independently of other cards: creatures, artifacts, land, and general enchantments (that is, any enchantment can stand alone and need not be cast on something else). An active card is considered to enter play "pre-cast" - its abilities can be used freely without paying the casting cost. Treat active cards like any cast permanent in a normal Magic game. Any activation costs must still be paid. A newly exposed Prodigal Sorcerer, for example, may immediately poke for its one point of damage, but you must tap it to do so.

Passive: Passive cards include the following: sorceries, instants, and interrupts, as well as enchantments that must be cast on creatures, artifacts, land or enchantments. A passive card comes into play uncast; you still must cast it in order to use it. However, passive cards are still in play and may be targeted by spells. For instance, this allows a Northern Paladin to destroy a passive Terror. The casting of passive cards follows all normal Magic rules, requiring appropriate mana and an available target in play. You may be a target yourself if the spell can target players. Also, for game purposes, when an enchantment is placed on another card, both cards are still considered exposed and in play. Either card may be the target of a spell.

Out of Play: The graveyard starts the game empty. All cards that leave play, as explained below, are considered to have gone to the graveyard unless otherwise specified. You may re-cast any card returned to your "hand" if you have the appropriate mana (and a target for targeted spells), but it is out of play for game purposes until re-cast. If a card is brought back into play by recasting or by another card (such as Animate Dead or Regrowth), place it on top of any exposed card, putting the newly covered card out of play.

Owner/Controller/Caster: Cards that use any of these terms refer to you, the player.

Opponent: Effects that target an "opponent" have no effect in Mana Maze.

Life Points: In Mana Maze you start with only one life point. If at any time your life point total falls to zero or below you die instantly and lose the game.

Mana Burn: The final step before the game ends is clearing the mana pool. If you have any mana remaining in your mana pool, you suffer one point of mana burn for every leftover point of mana. If mana burn reduces you to zero life points, you lose the game.

Getting Rid of Cards In Play

In Mana Maze, cards can be removed in five different ways:

Tapping A Card: Whenever a card is tapped, it is destroyed and sent to the graveyard. Any effect from tapping occurs before the card is removed from play. For instance, tapping a Mountain would add one red mana to your mana pool and would remove the Mountain from play.

Casting A Spell: If a spell is cast (with a proper target and a paid cost), it is removed from play and put into the graveyard unless otherwise specified. The effect of the spell occurs before the card leaves play. Casting a Healing Salve, for instance, would give you 3 life and remove the Healing Salve from play.

Destroying A Card: The destruction of a card removes it from play and puts it in the graveyard unless otherwise specified. For instance, casting Disenchant on an Iron Star would remove both the Disenchant and the Iron Star from play.

Killing A Creature: If a creature is destroyed by any means normally available in Magic, it is removed from play and sent to the graveyard unless otherwise specified. For instance, casting a Lightning Bolt on a Hill Giant wuold remove both the Hill Giant (having taken 3 damage) and the Lightning Bolt from play.

Sacrificing A Card: Whenever a card is sacrificed, it goes to the graveyard unless the card says otherwise. Any effect from the sacrifice occurs before the card is removed from play. For example, sacrificing Gaea's Touch would add two green mana to your mana pool and would remove the Gaea's Touch from play.

Getting Started

Now it's time to start a game. First, build a Mana Maze solitaire deck, then decide what kind of Mana Maze game to play, as follows:

Layout: As in traditional solitaire, the cards are laid out in a pattern. With sixty cards, there are several layouts to choose from.

Six piles (ten cards each), no hand

Seven piles (seven cards each), eleven-card hand

Eight piles (six cards each), twelve-card hand

Eight piles (half seven cards, half eight), no hand

Nine piles (five cards each), fifteen-card hand

Ten piles (six cards each), no hand

Pyramid style (with base of eight exposed cards), twenty-four card hand

When a layout includes a "hand", that simply means that you have extra cards left over to thumb through, one or three cards at a time, to break logjams. This Mana Maze "hand" is not to be confused with the Magic "hand" that a card goes to if Unsummoned.

Open Or Closed: In an open game, all cards are laid out face-up at the start. The open game is less prone to luck and therefore requires more thought. In a closed game, only the top card of each pile is visible. This takes a lot of pressure off, because you don't have to take all the extra data into account.

Goal: Many goals are possible. The following are just a few potential goals.

Destroying A Particular Card: This is the simplest goal. Put one or more cards in your deck and then find and remove them. The more targets you have, the harder the game will be. If you use multiple targets, it's fun to pick cards that fit a particular theme.

Destroy All The Cards: Simply put, win by destroying everything. This is the hardest variation, as it requires the careful matching of all your resources so as not to strand yourself with a card that you have no way to get rid of. You should play this variation open-handed, because you will need all the information you can get.

Get To A Particular Life Total: This variation requires that you pepper the deck with lots of cards that give and take life. The goal is to get to the life-givers and reach a certain life total.

Any goal is fine, as long as it requires you to work through the cards to accomplish it. You can define any objective, such as getting seven blue cards in your hand, but remember to build your deck to make such a goal possible.

One Final Word

If you're winning too easily, throw a few curves into your game: Add some big creatures to your deck, play a closed hand, or make the goal destroying all the cards. If you're getting frustrated, check your deck. It is possible to create an unwinnable game.

The fun of Mana Maze depends on you. A Mana Maze game will only be as challenging as the deck you construct, the layout you choose, and the goal you define.

Building a Mana Maze Solitaire Deck

Just as in the basic Magic game, the key to success in Mana Maze is deck construction. You want to create a deck that is challenging, yet not so much that winning becomes impossible. Because the rules work differently, several cards have altered functions (a Paralyze destroys creatures) whereas others become pointless (a Royal Assassin's power is redundant). Always keep possible card interactions in mind.

When creating a deck, here are some factors to think about:

Colors: As you begin playing Mana Maze, try using all five colors. A five-color deck is the easiest type of deck to build and the most varied in play.

Mana: The mana mix is roughly the same as in a normal game (30% to 40%). The balance for each color should be determined by how many passive cards and cards with colored activation costs you have in each color. If you find yourself always short or flush with mana, change the mix accordingly.

Creatures: Creatures are an important part of Mana Maze and will typically make up at least a quarter of your deck. Remember to add a significant number of creatures with special abilities, as they tend to make the game more fun.

Artifacts: These add some spice to the game but are not needed in quantity.

General Enchantments: These don't tap and aren't cast, so they are the hardest cards to get rid of. Use enchantments that have an impact, and keep them down to a handful.

Passive Cards: Active cards (permanents) tend to be the obstacles in the puzzle, and passive cards provide most of the house-cleaning needed. This means that your passive cards should be close in number to your active cards. Also, try to include a lot of other passive cards that destroy a lot of other types of cards, because these provide the nuts and bolts of Mana Maze.

Healing/Damaging Cards: These cards can be left out entirely, but if you do use them, try to balance the deck with an equal number of healing and damaging cards.

Other Tips: Make sure every card can be destroyed by at least two other cards in the deck. Also, throw in three or four spells that provide mana in some way, such as Llanowar Elves or Sacrifice.

When creating your first deck, here is a good checklist to follow:

Four of each type of basic land (twenty cards)

Three creatures from each color. One creature should have a toughness of 3 or greater, and the other two should have a toughness of 1 or 2. Make sure at least one of these creatures has a special ability, such as the "poke" of the Prodigal Sorcerer (fifteen cards).

Four spells of each color. Make sure at least two of each color can be used to destroy another type of card (twenty cards).

Five artifacts. Make at least two of them creatures, and throw in at least one artifact that provides mana (five cards).

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theerrorofmylife · 3 months

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Witch Queen Ch. 5

Thorin x Witch!Reader

HAHAHAH I LIVE I'm so sorry its been so long, it was not my intention to let this rot in my drafts like I did. I spent an ungodly amount of time researching MORE about the swords, Khuzdul, and Quenya. I never thought I'd be conjugating a fake dwarven/ elvish language and yet, here we are. I also added in some non-cannon plot/lore, it will be important... eventually. Some of it is book accurate, but if it has to do with Witches, its just me.

Also, i was casually doing a chapter layout and this could be really, really, really long. For that reason I'll be tidying up the Masterlist and making the Witch Queen its own link to a separate listing for chapters, and I'm considering making it available on Ao3 for convenience. Let me know it if this would be easier, I'm thinking it would be. Chapters would be released simultaneously for consistency.

THIS IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES, IF YOU ARE A MINOR THIS IS NOT FOR YOU, THIS IS 18+ UNDERSTAND ME????

WARNINGS: Lore, sad shit, non-cannon backgrounds, non-cannon lore, I'm trying to make these to as healthy of a relationship as possible but I don't have a good personal databank, SEX, mild smut, cunnilingus, Thorin knows how to use his mouth, these two are gonna get in trouble I swear, he's royalty, like, c'mon. All translations follow in italics unless translated by a character.

It never struck me that dwarves were picky eaters, but as I watched almost every single one of them pick and prod their meals, I almost laughed. They stabbed at the green leaves like they’d never seen them before. They were asking for meat and chips; I couldn’t help but huff a laugh. A large, callused hand placed itself on top of my thigh and I turned to my right, quickly tuning in to the conversation between Thorin, Gandalf, and Lord Elrond.

“This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver. A famous blade, one of a set…. It’s sister?” He narrowed his eyes at Thorin, but not in suspicion.

“In possession of the Lady (Name).” Elrond looked from Thorin to me, a smirk rising to his lips, ill-hidden mischief in his eyes.

“Tambë, sí násë ana anwaldë?” So, now he is giving you gifts? My face flushed a bright red. In almost every courting custom in Middle Earth, giving gifts was an important part of the courting process. Why do I get the feeling like I’m a child bringing my partner home to meet my father for the first time? Gandalf went pink in the face and started laughing quietly, his shoulders shaking a little.

“Ála cartyalië, Hér Elrond! San mana cé cilnyë essë?” Don't make fun, Lord Elrond! So what if I choose him?

“Atarlda-” Your Father-

“Essë laië atarnya.” He is not my father. I cut him off, the mention of Thranduil nearly ruining my mood. Elrond went quiet and I saw in his eyes that he recognized this and decided to move on.

“The two are very famous blades. Forged by the high Elves of the west. My kin. May they serve you both well.” He hands the blade back to Thorin who, while still very confused by the quick conversation between Elrond and I, took it with a grateful nod. He then took the broadsword from Gandalf. “And this is Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer, sword of the king of Gondolin. These were all made for the goblin wars of the first age. How did you come by these?”

“We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.”

“And what were you doing on the Great East Road?” No one spoke up, and I realized at that moment that he had already caught on. Thorin stood, excusing himself from the table, and I followed, no longer hungry. We walked for some time, until we found a small chamber open to the evening air, tall pillars letting the sunset dance at our feet, the rush of a waterfall nearby. There was no furniture in the room. This place was so incredibly peaceful.

“It seems this evening has given me more questions than answers.” Thorin spoke up, leaning his shoulder against a pillar to my left. I sighed, going to lean against the one directly in front of him.

“I’m sorry, I am the reason for that.” He pushed off the pillar, coming to stand in front of me, taking my hands in his. I couldn’t meet his eyes, I felt horrible, everything I wanted to tell him about felt too complicated to put to words. His left hand raised to hold my face, his thumb brushing my cheekbone.

“Let’s start with earlier, you said you’d tell me why you didn’t mind being the last witch.” I nodded.

“Can we sit, at least?” He huffed a laugh and we sat on the floor, crossing our legs and facing each other.

“So?” I finally looked up. It was just Thorin and I but it was still weird to talk about. I looked out to my right, trying to focus on the valley below us instead of what I was saying.

“Witches are extremely powerful, especially in the old days, when there were a lot of us. But the thing is, one of our greatest strengths comes when we make a pledge. It’s like forming an alliance, except it’s life and magic binding and allows us to practically destroy entire continents. A long time ago, before I was born, there were the Great Wars of the second age. This was the time of Sauron and Isildur. There was a witch, a man, who was one of three lords of Númenor corrupted by the rings of power. He pledged himself to Sauron, and became the Witch-King of Angmar. Thorin, he did terrible things. He is part of the reason there are so few witches left in the world. He is the reason I don’t mind being alone. If we are capable of such evil, such horrible, heinous acts… maybe it’s a good thing there aren’t many of us.” Neither of us spoke for a while, but I could feel him staring at me.

“You are not him, Amrâlimê…”

“I could be. If something happened to you, or to the boys-” I had grown close to them, Fili and Kili. I knew if I let anything happen, I’d do terrible things, I’d be out of my mind. He reached forward, grabbing my hands and pulling me and turning me until I sat with my back against his chest, his thighs on either side of my body. I leaned my head back and he pressed a kiss to my cheek as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Nothing will happen.” I huffed in response and he kissed my cheek again. “Tell me, what did you and Lord Elrond speak of at dinner? It upset you.” Oh. Right. My face went hot again.

“He was teasing me about you giving me gifts. Then he brought up Thranduil... That’s what made me upset…” he hummed in understanding.

“He did not say Thranduil’s name, I would not have known.” This was going to be a tough conversation. I had been worrying that when he found out my relation to Thranduil he would hate me just as he does the Elf king.

“Atar… it means father in Quenya.” I physically felt him stop moving for a second.

“Thranduil is your father…?” I shook my head.

“No, not by blood at least. He took my mother and I in when I was born. He practically raised me, but I haven’t spoken with him in almost 70 years. Not since…” he hugged me tighter. “He just left you, and I…”

“What happened then is over, Amrâlimê. I do not forgive him, but I do not, for one second, hold you responsible for the actions of your father.” My whole body felt empty, like I was trying to piece a puzzle together after not having all the pieces for years.

“Can I say something? You might find it hard to hear.” My back was warming with his heat. He hummed a yes, always.

“Just as you do not hold me to my father’s actions, I don’t not hold you to the expectations that others had for your father.” He went still again. “If things don’t go as planned, if we cannot reclaim the mountain, you cannot work yourself to death trying,” I sat up, turning to face him, “You do enough just trying, your people are happy, and if you have the chance at a good life then that is what you aim for.” His mouth was a hard line, but his eyes held something else. They were narrowed like he was intently listening, but his eyes themselves had a light in them, like he wasn’t upset with what I was saying.

“If I have a life with you, no matter how long or short or prosperous or poor it may be, if it is with you, then it shall be a good and happy life.” My ears went hot this time as well as my cheeks, and I grinned with crinkled eyes. I pressed my forehead to his with closed eyes. He sighed into it, his whole body relaxing. We sat together for some time, talking about little things here and there, and soon the sun had left us completely, and the moon swept in a cool breeze on glittering silver light.

“Come, as much as I love sitting with you, you’re gross, and so am I.” He laughed and hauled us both to our feet, stretching our legs and beginning the long walk to the bathhouses. His ring finger looped with mine as we walked, slowly creeping through the dark halls. We could hear the other company members in the farthest room in the eastern wing of the estate.

“Seems they’re all having a wonderful time.” I remarked, feeling chills run down my arms as Thorin wrapped a hand around my waist. I smiled and leaned into him, kissing his lips before walking off, slowly leading him down the halls to the bathhouses. We approached the three rooms, men’s, women’s, and the private house to the back. “I’ll be in the one back there.” I pointed all the way down the hall, to the two white double doors. He nodded, leaning down for one more kiss and he was gone, closing the door behind him as he went into the men’s room. As soon as the doors clicked closed I released all the breath from my lungs. I was alone for the first time since Gandalf showed up at my door three months ago. Now that Thorin was gone I felt myself drag, my feet trudging along the stone tiles, and I slowly pried my way into the private bathroom.

It would be more accurate to call the bathroom a bath-hall. The long, rectangular room had high walls with little alcoves carved into silvery stone. An inner row of tall pillars lined the large rectangular pool with an open-air ceiling, moonlight pouring in. There were walls lined with benches and tables, each littered with small vials and bowls, each with their own oils and dried herbs. I stood in the entrance of the room, dazed for a moment. Three months without a proper bathroom and suddenly I forget just how it all works. Muscle memory snaps into motion though, and my feet move me to the nearest bench, slipping off my shoes before walking over to one of the tables, securing two towels and a handful of little bottles. Setting the towels down on the beach by my shoes, I stripped off my clothes, tossing them on the floor without care. Grabbing the bottles, I placed two of them on the edge of the pool. One was Night Blossom scented and was for my body while the other was orchid scented and for my hair. If I was gonna be out there for another 4-6 months without another proper bath, I may as well take advantage of it. Steam rolled off the water, little petals danced on the surface as they fell from the open ceiling. I slipped my foot in, the heat tingling as it warmed my cold skin, but it wasn’t horrible. I eased my way in fully, the water only coming up to my hips. In the center of the pool was a raised block of stone that served as a submerged bench, and I sat so that the water sloshed just above my chest.

I soaked in the heat, letting my limbs wane from the freezing tingling sensation to a warm buzz. I spent several minutes dipping my hair into the water, scrubbing out the dirt and grime, scrubbing my arms and legs until they were tinted red. I was never one for letting grime build on my person, it just wasn’t comfortable for me. Once I felt clean enough, I moved to the edge where I sat on a bench, leaning back and closed my eyes, letting my body relax once again.

There was knocking at the door. My eyes pried open. My arms felt so warm and loose, I didn’t want to get up.

“My Lady?” Thorin sounded concerned from the other side of the door. I hummed in response, loud enough that I’m sure he heard it from beyond the door. The door clicked open and I turned, pressing my chest to the wall, hiding behind the edge for some semblance of decency. I’ve spent 3 months with a group of men in situations where the best bath was a river; total privacy was unheard of at this point.

“You know, it’s highly indecent for a King to look upon his courtship while they’re in the bath. People will talk.” His lips twitched up into a smirk, eyes narrowed.

“I believe we’ve passed the point of indecency, Âzyungâl.” I snorted, crossing my arms over the edge and resting my head against them, taking in the picture before me. His hair was down and dripping, the little braids in his hair gone. He was also incredibly shirtless. Water dripped down his shoulders, over his chest, and farther down. I had seen him shirtless before, but only for extremely short periods of time. This was… purposeful. He was only wearing his pants, the hem getting wet as the water kept dripping. I was staring at his pants- I tore my eyes from his figure to meet his eyes. I don’t know what happened to me, but what shyness I once had was crushed by curiosity and bravado.

“You seem to have already bathed, My King. Will you still join me?” Anxiety turned in my stomach as the words left my mouth. I swear I hadn’t touched the wine from dinner. This was all me. His eyes widened and I felt a cold prick of fear, thinking the worst, but his grin remained, like he couldn’t believe his ears. His thumbs hooked onto the waistband of his pants and my shyness came back with a vengeance. I turned, trying to play off my reddening face by standing and coolly wading away from the edge of the pool just a few feet. I heard him step in, taking to wrapping my arms around my chest for some coverage.

He walked closer, the water moving around my hips as his hands smoothed over my sides to wrap around me.

“Is this alright?” His voice gave me chills. I nodded, losing my voice to the wonderful feeling of bare contact. The heat of the water felt like nothing compared to the heat of his chest pressed against my back. I relaxed back into him, his head falling on my shoulder as he relaxed into me in return. His hands ran up and down my sides, moving down to squeeze my hips before moving back up to ghost over my ribs, brushing the underside of my breasts as he did so. I hugged my arms tighter around my chest to stave off the growing want in my lower abdomen. We stayed like that for a while until the water started to cool.

“Mm…” Thorin grumbled, and I chuckled low in my chest, lowering one of my hands from around my chest, letting my fingers dip into the water and skirt around the surface, moving my hand to create little swirls in the water. Focusing on my own body heat mingling with Thorin’s, the water grew warmer until steam slowly rose from the surface once again. Thorin sighed into my shoulder, placing lingering kisses along my shoulder and up my neck. This time I happily leaned my head away, allowing him access. His hands grabbed my hips hard as he placed open mouthed kisses up my neck, up my jaw, to the spot just behind my ear. This is the first time we’ve been truly alone, no worry of the others coming in, no imminent threat. Just peace. Peace and the throbbing ache between my legs that was slowly driving me crazy. He was driving me crazy.

I made up my mind quickly. Turning slowly, I moved my hands to hold his face, gently pulling him closer to meet my lips. It was slow at first, gentle and easy, but I got curious again, and began to kiss him a little harder, moving my hands from his jaw to the back of his head. He kissed harder, lips bruising, open mouthed and starving. I tangled my fingers in his hair and hardened my grip, pushing my chest up so that we were pressed against each other. What I can only describe as a short growl came from Thorin as his hands gripped bruisingly on my hips, one lowering to grab the cleft of my rear, lifting me to my tiptoes while the other moved to the small of my back, pressing me further into his chest. I lifted my leg that his hand was holding only a little, enough to hook my knee on his thigh, just enough so that he’d get the idea.

He pulled his head away and he was looking down at me, eyes dark and gloating. A whimper was startled out of me as his hands reached down and grabbed the back of both of my thighs, hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I thanked every instinct in me that told me to tighten my core so I wouldn’t fall backwards. Walking over to the left, he sat me on the very edge of the bath. I sat a few inches taller than him on the ledge and it felt dizzying to be looking down at him like this. The water swayed around his hips as he pressed himself between my legs, hands wrapping around my thighs to rub circles to the inside with his thumbs. I placed my own hands on his jaw, tilting his chin up to press my lips to his heavily. He growled against my lips, hands leaving my thighs to thread one of his hands through my hair, tugging the hair at the nape of my neck. The other moved down my body, trailing down my abdomen, over my navel, and pausing above my sex.

“Jalâ'gul astni azrul 'ala.” Tell me you want this.

“Azrul 'ala, Amrâlimê.” I want this, My Love.

He doesn’t waste his time, callused hand dipping between my legs to press his thumb to my clit. He pressed slow, agonizing circles into the already throbbing nerves and the sharp sensation made my thighs tense around his waist. My head is pulled back, and I hissed as he roughly kissed my neck, then my collarbone, then mouthing over my chest until he wrapped his lips around the bud. I slide my hands from his jaw to the back of his neck, weaving my fingers through his hair. The finger pressed against my clit moved away and I whined until he pressed the pad of his pointer finger against my entrance, slowly sliding his finger in as he continued to lap, suck and nip at my breasts. His hand detangled from my hair and wrapped around my hip, holding me firm as I tried to buck my hips into his hand. It felt incredible, a burning, tight, wonderful feeling that only got stronger. He rolled his tongue and my eyes rolled back. He pulled his hand away for a second only to add his middle finger. His hands were callused and rough, and they were big.

We shouldn’t be doing this, he’s practically a king, but I didn’t want to stop, not now, not ever. A gasp left my chest as he shifted his hand between my thighs and pressed his thumb against my clit once again. I could feel my body getting hot as he slowly moved his finger in and out of me and his thumb resuming heavy circles. My chest was heaving, eyes heavily lidded and hyper focused on his own. They were a dark, stormy gray-blue, and staring at me, trailing up and down my body.

“Lay back.” I could feel my heart pick up rapidly as I eased myself back onto my elbows. As I did his hands ran themselves down my back until they firmly grabbed the back of the hips, pulling them to the edge of the pool. I held his gaze, anxiety and desperation mixing into an ugly feeling in my gut. As cool and natural as I seemed at this, I had never actually done it. My only knowledge source was the books I had read, and those can’t prepare you for everything. I was moving based on feeling, want, desire, whatever my body and my mind said felt right.

“Mahal… you’re perfect.” He was taking in the sight of me, legs spread, body leaned back and open to him. I felt my body shiver as the water on my skin turned cool in the air, nerves spiking. My heart jumped in my throat as he leaned down to place lingering kisses on my hips, taking his time as he made his way lower and lower, kissing my hips, the top of my thighs, the inside of my thighs, all the way down to my knees. I had never, ever, read about this. I’m practically panting, eyes hazy as I watch him worship my thighs.

“Puitho…” My face flushed as the curse left my lips, staring down into his eyes as he made his way back up. My knees, the inside of my thighs, the tops. I could feel his breath on my sex. His hands tightened on the back of my hips.

“Tell me… tell me it’s too much and I will stop.” I shook my head so fast I got dizzy.

“Avo dharo... Please, please, please don’t stop.” It came out like a whine, and I watched as his eyes rolled back, adoring the way I pleaded for him. Thankfully I didn’t have to say anything else because he quickly moved forwards, holding me still as he used the point of his tongue to lick from my entrance up to my clit in one swipe. My whole body tensed at the sharp pleasure, and I fell softly onto my back, hands reaching down to thread into his hair. He repeated it over and over, switching from the point of his tongue to the flat then back again. My back arched, my head pressing against the floor. All too soon he stopped, pressing quick, soft kisses to the very apex of my thighs.

“Ibrêj… you are absolutely perfect.” He said something in Khuzdul, but I didn’t pay any attention to it. I squirmed, my hips twitching in his hands. A startled gasp jolted out of me as he placed a rough kiss to my clit, wrapping his lips around it, sucking and mouthing and smoothing it over with his tongue. He played with me for several seconds, flicking and circling my clit with his tongue until I was squirming worse, desperate to gain something rougher. My heels dug into the pool wall under the water and I was glad for it, because I used that little bit of leverage to move my hips. He growled into my cunt and the sound made my stomach do flips. I whined as he let go of my clit, but I was satisfied again as he ran his tongue along my entrance again, one of his hands sliding over my abdomen to press down on my navel while his thumb pressed on my clit. I was in heaven, truly, my hips twitching but unable to freely move with every sharp tang of pleasure, his tongue playing with my cunt while his thumb played with my clit was absolutely amazing.

I lost my ability to speak as the tightening pleasure in my navel reduced me to whimpering and short panting breaths. I tugged on his hair, my hips twitching and grinding against his mouth. Low hums of approval came from Thorin. I had never felt this good, not ever. Suddenly a sharp, tight sensation started at the very center of my cunt and it felt like I was getting dizzier with every swipe of his tongue.

“Thorin… ah- puitho- Thorin!” I could hardly think, it was like a match being struck and suddenly my cunt was squeezing around nothing while wave after wave of suffocating pleasure wracked my body. My head fell backwards as my hips twitched and arched off the floor. One after another, it was like my body was tightening and releasing for several seconds. The throbbing sensation dulled slowly until I was drained. When the daze finally cleared, I took an agonizing breath, my whole-body limp on the stone floor. Thorin was still between my legs, softly kissing my thighs. My fingers slowly relaxed in his hair, slowly pulling away. I tried to sit up but found that my body was too tired. From my neck to my arms, my back all the way down to my feet, it was like the energy had been drained out of me.

“Shhh, Amrâlimê.”

He pulled me up by my hands and my stomach did flips as I reoriented myself. I felt heavy and light at the same time, like my body was void of all energy and my head was void of all thought. He leaned forwards slowly and pressed his lips to mine, and I welcomed him gladly. Whatever that was, I want more. I tried to lean into the kiss but found that I was swaying, my body still low on energy. Maybe later… not right now.

We spent another half hour in the water, in each other’s company, but we did nothing more. He didn’t try to go any further and I didn’t ask him to. What we had already done was enough for now, and he seemed more than satisfied with himself. Almost gloating, his ego was clearly having a field day. After we had dried and dressed in something fairly clean, we make our way to the hall the Elves lent us for a few nights. But the hall was near empty. Not one dwarf or singular hobbit could be found in any of the rooms towards the front of the hall. In fact, all 13 of them were huddled in one room at the very back of the hall.

We sat in the singular room, scattered on the floor and on benches around a fireplace in the far right of the room. To our backs was a balcony looking out across the valley, and far across the room were the two double doors that Dwalin wouldn’t stop watching. I sat on the floor, my back pressed against a column with Thorin at my side. My shoulder jostled as Thorin passed a venison cube to me. Bomber and Ori had been cooking their own food over the fire, making snide little comments about Elvish foods as they passed around pieced of meat and bread. As they spoke, I had food passed to me from every direction; Thorin was passing me food from my left, Ori was handing me food from my right, and Fili and Kili were throwing food over the fire at me. I know Dwarves eat a lot, and Hobbits eat more, so why in Elentári’s name was I being given this much? I let the thought die in my mind as we laughed loudly with each other, joking and trying to ease ourselves before the journey continued. A knock came from the door, and everyone fell deathly silent. I looked to Dwalin and met his eyes as he looked between Thorin and I. Looking to Thorin I gave a near imperceivable nod and Thorin gave Dwalin silent permission to open the door. A tall, lanky blond Elf stood there; his eyes fixed on some unknown focal point in the distance. I can’t tell if its respect or distain that causes this.

“The Lord Elrond requests the audience of Thorin Oakenshield.” No one moved for a moment, all staring at Thorin. With a nod he stood, and Balin, Bilbo, and I stood with him. None of us said anything as we were escorted down the winding halls, down deeper into the Elven estate. We were brought into a chamber hidden under the cliffside, a waterfall pouring from the room above and falling like a curtain over the edge of the room. Unlike other rooms, this one had no columns or railing to indicate where the edge of the floor was. Instead, it was open on the entire back half of the room, looking out without barrier. All I could do was stare out into the sky, the moon lighting up every inch of the room. Something felt… off. Between the time we were called into this room and the moment we walked through the threshold, something pivotal happened. Someone else is in Rivendell.

Piutho: Sindarin for the "Fuck"

Avo dharo: Sindarin for "Don't stop"

Ibrêj: Khuzdul for "Astounding"

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