"This is ridiculous," you muttered.

Fíli's eyes were dancing as they met yours. "Would you rather they stay for the night?" he asked quietly.

You barely resisted rolling your eyes, knowing too many were watching you both. You were currently seated on a bed, Fíli standing before you. This was a silly custom that you didn't understand, but marrying into the line of Durin demanded adherence to tradition. Hence the reason the bridal chambers were full of witnesses from both families. "Then hurry up," you whispered tensely.

His lips twitched and he nodded slightly. "Yes, my princess."

You wanted to shoot him a look for the teasing note in his voice, but instead your eyes closed as he reached out to remove the heavy bridal crown you were wearing. You felt its weight leave you and almost sighed in relief. The family heirloom was beautiful but it weighed more than you cared to think about and it had been sitting on your head all day. You were glad to be rid of it. A faint blush touched your cheeks, however, as murmurs of approval rang through the room.

As far as the witnesses were concerned, this marriage was now consummated.

Peeking through your lashes, you saw Fíli giving the crown to your father and speaking with the others. Your blush deepened when you saw your mother looking at you with a knowing smile. You loved your family, but you wished them gone so this embarrassing ritual could be over.

It lasted for longer than you would like, the family congratulating Fíli, but eventually they were gone; leaving you with your husband. Pushing yourself off of the bed, you heard Fíli slide the lock home. You glanced over at him and saw he was leaning back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest.

He was no longer in all of his wedding finery, having removed most of it during the feast. He was in a light tunic and trousers now. The laces were loosened at the top, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of his chest and the muscles there. His hair was loose around his shoulders, crown gone but braids still in place and your fingers itched to slide into the thick locks. He looked relaxed and calm, but you sense the excitement and tension in him even from across the room. The sight of him and the knowledge that he was yours made your mouth go dry.

"You're staring," he said quietly.

"I think I'm allowed."

He chuckled softly. "True enough," he agreed, his gaze moving over you.

Like him, your wedding clothes were gone, the gown removed to be hung and stored properly. The dress you had been put in, however, felt just as heavy. The white and gold colours of the ceremony had been replaced with the russets and browns of your husband, marking you in yet another way as his. It was of a flattering cut, but you knew, since the maids had whispered it blushingly to you as they had gotten you in it, that a few simple tugs to the ribbons at the back would leave you completely naked. A tantalizing and terrifying thought.

"Are you nervous?"

You considered lying for a moment before a sigh left you. "A little," you admitted, twining your fingers together.

He pushed away from the door and slowly crossed the room. He tilted your chin up until you met his gaze. "I won't rush you," he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"I thought this was what you wanted," you whispered, your voice breathy.

Another kiss pressed to the other side of your lips. "You are what I've wanted, love," he breathed.

"But you were always so impatient."

"Because I wanted you to be mine and now you are. Now we have the rest of our lives."

A soft sigh left you as his lips finally covered yours. Your hands lifted to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. It was soothing and you relaxed against him as his arm slid around your waist.

His lips moved over yours, parting them with a gentle press of his tongue. You were startled when he didn't slip into your mouth, instead tugging on your lower lip. He nipped lightly at it, holding it between his teeth and swiping his tongue over the plump flesh.

Your fingers curled into his tunic as he kept teasing you. Shifting a little closer, you made a small noise, wanting more from him. He chuckled, letting go of your lip. You melted against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along yours. He left no part of you untouched, teasing and flirting with you.

Sliding your hands up his chest, you tangled your fingers in his hair. You were pressed against the length of him and could feel his erection through both of your clothes. It made you tremble as you thought about where his kisses would lead this time. Always before you had stopped when passions had gotten too high, but there was no reason to cease now.

"Stop that," he murmured against you.

"What?" you whispered.

"Getting ahead of yourself," Fíli said, pressing kisses to your cheeks. "We have all night."

You didn't think he'd last that long and you were beginning to suspect you wouldn't either. But you held your tongue. Tipping your head to the side, you sighed as he kissed along your jaw to your ear.

"And I intend to make this a night you'll never forget."

Your knees shook at his husky voice in your ear and the erotic promise in his words.

"Mm, don't tense up, love," he murmured, nipping at your neck. "Just relax."

It was a little hard when he kept doing things that made your muscles clench in desire.

He laughed softly, his lips brushing your skin. "Still so stubborn."

"It's your fault," you muttered.

"My fault?" he echoed, pulling back from you. "Lass, I have nothing to do with your stubbornness."

You gave him a look before protesting as he pulled your hands away from him.

He kissed your palms, his lips lingering on your skin. "Although, I do admire you for it," he said quietly, turning you away from him.

"Fíli?"

"Shush, love," he murmured, gathering your hair to drape over one shoulder.

You felt him gently begin tugging at the laces of your dress. A sigh left you as the tight bindings gave way a little and you shivered when he kissed the crook of your neck. You leaned back a little, wanting to be closer to him.

"I've dreamt about this for a long time," he said, tugging a little more.

"Don't say that."

He paused, his surprise evident. "Why not?"

You bit down on your lip and shook your head.

"Love," he coaxed, "tell me."

"What if it isn't as good," you said in a rush.

He was quiet for a moment before he kissed you again. "Love, it'll be better simply because it's real," Fíli said quietly. "And stop worrying. I know you haven't done this before and I'm not going to think less of you for it."

You blushed as he pulled on your dress. The material whispered down your body and you had to fight not to catch it. When it was pooled around your feet, nerves ate at you and you waited for him to come around. You frowned when he didn't and looked back at him.

Your breath caught when you met smouldering blue eyes. He shifted a little closer and kissed you. Lashes fluttering closed, you reached back to thread your fingers in his hair. Little chills broke out on your skin when warm palms cupped your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your back.

You slowly melted against him, the material of his clothes chafing slightly at your skin. Shifting against him, you froze when he groaned.

He lifted from your lips, hot breaths striking your cheek. "It's okay," he said softly.

"I didn't hurt you?"

"No," he moaned, pressing his hips against you.

You felt like such a fool with how little you knew. A gasp left you when his hands started sliding up your sides. His fingers skimmed over your ribs, following the shallow indents lightly. You held your breath when he paused just under your breasts. "Fíli," you whispered, wanting him to touch you.

He rubbed his cheek against your shoulder and his hands slid up that last bit.

A trembling moan left you as he cupped your breasts. He gently kneaded at you, his fingers brushing over your nipples. Your back arched as he toyed with you, pushing you into his touch. You bit down on your lip when he pinched you between two fingers and rolled the tightened buds. Pleasure sparked inside you, new and addicting as he touched you skillfully.

"I can hear you purring," Fíli murmured, kissing your neck.

You sighed, not caring and letting your head rest on his shoulder. You could feel him shifting slightly behind you, rubbing his erection against your ass. It made you curious, wanting to touch him and give him pleasure as well. But you weren't ready for him to stop what he was doing just yet.

"No," you protested gently when one hand started sliding down your stomach.

"Trust me, love," he breathed.

What was he doing that-"Oh!" you gasped as his fingers slid between your thighs.

He hissed when your hips jerked back, trapping him between you.

"Sorry!"

A strained chuckle left him. "Don't be," he said lowly and you realised his hand was still between your legs.

You trembled as his fingers lightly skimmed over you, making you shift on your feet. His rumble of approval when you shifted your legs apart a little made you blush. When he stroked a little harder, fingertips slipping between your folds, you gasped and your hand clamped down on his wrist.

"Shh," he breathed, kissing below your ear. "It's alright."

You shook you head slightly, knees shaking as he didn't stop. "Fíli," you whispered, nails digging into him as he brushed against something that made sparks burn under your skin.

"Trust me," he murmured, finding that spot and rubbing at it firmly.

A moan left you and you pushed against his hand without meaning to. You shuddered when he growled lowly and nipped at the crook of your neck, his fingers not stilling. Your teeth caught your lower lip as his hand shifted, thumb working that pleasurable spot while one finger circled your entrance. Your legs wobbled when he slowly slipped it inside you and a soft cry escaped you at the foreign touch.

Fíli swore softly against you, pressing closer. "Mahal, you're tight," he growled.

You blushed faintly at that, but you were more focused on his hand. He was carefully sinking his finger deeper inside you and your hips were shifting against his hand, unsure about it. You moaned softly when he rubbed against you, your muscles slowly relaxing.

"Yes," he purred, thrusting his finger into you.

You tightened around him without meaning to before sighing as pleasure flooded you as he kept stroking. His thumb was circling around you, sending quivers throughout your body. Something was tightening inside you, coiling with every stroke, every rub. A short gasp left you before you cried out as his finger curled, pressing firmly against something that made your legs give out.

Fíli laughed deeply as he caught you, swinging you up into his arms. "I've got you, love," he murmured, carrying you to the bed.

You cuddled into him, trembling. You didn't want to let him go as he set you on the blankets, wanting to stay close to the heat he was throwing off. "No," you pleaded when he pulled your hands off of him.

He gave you a grin that had your toes curling.

You watched him as he set one knee on the bed and reached back to fist his hand in his tunic. Your mouth went dry as he tugged it off, baring his torso to you. Pushing yourself up on shaking arms, you reached out to sweep your hands down him. A low noise left him, but he didn't stop you so you kept exploring.

Your fingers followed the dips and curves of his muscles, loving how solid he was. Your nails scraped against him, raking through the short hair on his chest. Trailing your hands down, you followed the line of dark gold hair over his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. You'd barely stroked the skin under the band when he caught your hand.

"I think that's enough for now," he said, his voice husky.

Pushing out your lower lip, you murmured, "But I want to touch you."

"Next time," he promised, moving over you as you sank back into the pillows.

"Why not this time?"

"Because this time is about you and I'll forget that if you keep touching me."

A little thrill went through you at the thought of him losing control at your touch and you decided you would try that out later.

"Wicked lass," he groaned, leaning down to kiss you.

You squirmed slightly under him, your breasts rubbing against his chest. It made him groan and you shiver; the feeling of skin on skin making you burn. The short hair on his chest rasped against you as he moved and your nipples tightened further as he rubbed against them. "Mahal," you gasped, pressing your head back into the pillows.

He made a low noise and kissed down your neck. You were quivering as he reached your breasts and completely unprepared for his mouth to close around one nipple.

"Fíli!" you gasped, back arching.

Pushing you back down, he sucked on you while his fingers toyed with the other breast. One of his thighs wedged between yours and gently pushed your legs apart as he settled between them. A groan left him when your hips lifted to rub against him. "I can feel how wet you are," he breathed against you, pushing back.

Heat flared in your cheeks, but whether from pleasure or embarrassment you weren't sure. You trembled slightly as he kissed between your breasts before he began trailing them down your stomach. When he flicked his tongue around your navel, you caught your breath and froze when he moved lower. "F-Fíli?" you whispered, unsure.

Blue eyes met yours and he paused. "You'll like this, love," he murmured. "And it'll make it better for you."

You nibbled on your lip before nodding shallowly and throwing an arm over your eyes. The sight of him between your legs like that was highly erotic and doing wicked things to you. You shook slightly when his hands smoothed up your thighs, spreading you more for him.

His lips pressed to your inner thigh, his beard tickling the sensitive skin. Fíli chuckled as you squirmed and held you still. Which was a good thing because you nearly arched off the bed when his tongue ran over you.

"Fíli!" you gasped, trying to get free of him, but it only made him hold you tighter.

He didn't respond, simply licking you again. He ignored your gasping cries as his tongue circled that pleasurable spot and he had you trembling in a matter of seconds. Despite his teasing, you never would have expected him to close his lips around you.

The scream burst out of you before you could stop it. His low rumble had you seeing stars and you frantically grasped at the blankets. Gasping for air, you tried to get away from the pleasure he was creating, but he wouldn't let you move. How was a person supposed to survive this? You whimpered as he sucked harder, his tongue dancing over you wickedly.

Your entire body tensed when he eased a finger back inside you, but it didn't hinder him as he began pumping it. You reached down blindly to push at him, wanting a reprieve of some kind. "Fíli, please!" you cried.

He groaned and you bucked in response. Pulling away slightly, you could still feel his breath on you and his finger didn't slow. "Love, you need to let me do this for you," he said softly.

You shook your head. This was too much!

"Just ride it out," he continued. "It'll be worth it."

You moaned, pressing your head back into the pillows.

"Trust me, love."

You did, but-"Mahal!" you cried as he sucked on you again. The muscles in your stomach were tight enough to burst and you felt like you were going to fly apart. Every flick of his tongue and suck of his mouth made you crack a little further. Your breath hitched before you screamed again as everything shattered.

Fíli moaned against you as you bucked and arched, your nails scraping against his scalp. His mouth left you as you shuddered, but his finger kept moving, stroking muscles that were clutching at him.

Breathless nonsense fell from you lips as pleasure coursed through you and you didn't care. You felt him shift over you and forced your eyes open to see. Your lungs almost forgot how to breathe as you saw how dark his eyes were and the desire glittering in them. His sinful tongue ran over his lips, licking away the moisture there and something in you snapped.

Tugging him down, you kissed him desperately. He growled as you slipped into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and not caring. You wanted more of him, all of him. Your legs squeezed against him, pulling him closer as your body calmed. Shifting your hips against his hand, you silently begged for more.

"You drive me mad," he rasped, resting his forehead on yours.

You weren't even doing anything!

Fíli groaned and shook his head. "Mahal forgive me, I can't wait anymore."

What was he-You growled when his finger slid out of you and shook your head.

"Don't be stubborn now," he muttered, shifting above you.

Your eyes narrowed before flying open wide when you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing to you.

"Shh," he soothed, kissing you quickly. "I know, love. Just hold onto me."

One hand clenched in his hair while the other dug into his shoulder as he started pushing inside. Pain surpassed the pleasure you had felt earlier and you gasped a soft protest.

He slid an arm under your head to support himself and his free hand moved between you. A soft hiss left him as you clenched around him when he rubbed you. "Love, you need to relax," he said in a tight voice.

How? You nearly wailed. Your body was not used to this kind of invasion. You had known there would be pain, but you hadn't thought-

"Love, look at me."

Slightly teary eyes met his and you were startled at the strain you could see on his face. You also realised that he had stopped moving, was holding himself completely still except for his thumb slowly rubbing against you.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he said softly, his voice even.

You frowned slightly at him. Stop? But this was what he had wanted, wasn't it?

His lips twitched. "Don't start that again," he murmured. "I already told you, we have all night for this."

It didn't matter if you did it now or later, the pain was still going to be there. And now you could feel the tension in him, the way he was holding himself back because of what it was doing to you. "Fíli," you murmured, one hand moving to stroke his face.

"I will stop," he assured you. "Just tell me-"

"Don't stop," you breathed. You trusted him and wanted this as much as he did. It would only hurt the first time and hopefully it wouldn't be so much that it would colour the rest of your couplings.

He blew out a deep breath and let his forehead rest on yours again. "I hope this is the only time I will ever hurt you," he murmured before claiming your lips.

You moaned against him, hand dropping to his shoulder again to cling as he deepened the kiss. He swept you back up, getting you lost in the caress that you almost didn't feel him tensing before his hips slid forward. Pain flared, harsh and unwanted and your fingers dug into him. But once he was inside you, he froze again, kissing and rubbing you.

You felt a tear slip from the corner of your eye as your body throbbed, unused to the girth inside you and clenching around him. It had hurt, more than you'd expected, but you tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. Slowly, you felt the pain ebb, muscles relaxing just enough to make him groan.

Gasping when his hips began to pull back, you broke the kiss at the slight burn of his movements but didn't say anything to stop him.

"It gets better," he promised, his voice thick.

Lashes lifting, you stared up at him. Sweat was beading on his brow as he moved slowly and his eyes were closed, brows drawn like he was almost in pain. "Fíli?" you whispered.

Blue eyes that were almost black with emotion met yours and he gave you a faint smile. "You're tight, love," he groaned. "So damn tight around me."

You shivered slightly and it only made him groan deeper, his hips moving forward to slide back into you. This time, it hurt a lot less and you felt a small rush of pleasure at the friction. "Again," you whispered, shifting against him.

He swore softly, but did what you wanted, pulling out a little faster.

Gasping, you lifted your hips to meet him as he thrust back home. His cry blended with yours as he sank deeper and all you felt was pleasure.

As if he knew, his hand moved away from you to grip the blankets near your head. His hips smoothly began thrusting into you, each one making you arch under him. You tried to match him, tried to meet him, but your body was more focused on tightening around him, trying to keep him inside you as much as possible. You moaned his name, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

He panted against you, his warrior's body moving over yours. You delighted in the feel of his solid chest rubbing against your breasts, the slight abrasion only heightening your pleasure. You thighs squeezed against his legs, wanting to keep him as close as you could but not wanting to stop him from thrusting.

"Wrap 'em around my waist," he bit out, startling you.

You shivered at the thought and tried to tell your legs to move. It was difficult because the pleasure he was creating was much more important to focus on and it was all you could seem to think of. His strained chuckle snapped a bit of your control back into place. You managed to get your legs up around him, your ankles locking over the base of your spine. "Oh," you moaned as your hips tilted just enough to allow him to slide easier inside you.

"Fuck," he panted when your legs tightened around him.

You nearly purred as his thrusts got shorter, your grip on him not allowing him to get too far away from you. That tight feeling in your stomach was back, only this time you knew it was going to be even more intense. How could it not when the thick length of him was stroking inside you?

Fíli groaned deeply as your muscles clenched around him, his hips faltering slightly before regaining their rhythm. "Love, touch yourself."

Your eyes flew open to meet his, shocked. "W-What?" you gasped.

"You're close," he panted, his head arching back as you tightened around him. "Make yourself come."

You stared at him, surprise warring with pleasure. The latter won out as he kept pumping into you and your hand shyly slid down his chest once more. You felt him shudder at the touch, his muscles jerking under your fingertips. You hesitated for a second when your hand reached the place where you were joined before your fingers brushed against that spot.

Fíli barked out a curse as you bucked under him, unprepared for the pleasure that simple touch caused. "Again," he cried.

You bit down on your lip and did what he wanted. Your fingers quickly became slick as they circled the tiny nub and you gradually began rubbing it. You nearly swore yourself as sparks lit through your body, but you didn't move your hand away. You could feel him moving against you, moving inside you and it made you moan.

"Come on," he whispered in your ear, his teeth nipping at you. "You're so damn hot and wet around me, love."

You didn't feel any embarrassment at his words, simply moaning as they stoked your desire higher. You wanted to feel that pleasure again, even if it had scared you slightly. You needed to feel it again.

"That's it," Fíli groaned as your muscles trembled around him. "Make me come."

His name left your lips in a scream as you shattered, his husky voice and hard thrusts sending you over. Your fingers faltered as you came apart, pleasure bursting under your skin repeatedly as he kept thrusting. You heard him groan as you clenched around him, your body silently demanding that he join you in release. Your legs tightened further, pulling him closer, making it harder for him to keep thrusting.

You were whispering his name, the syllables falling from your lips like a prayer as he kept moving. You needed him to join you, needed him to feel this as well. Crying out softly when you felt him bite your shoulder, you heard a muffled curse leave him before his hips were jerking between your legs. He thrust hard into you, his movements jarring you on the bed before he gradually slowed to a gentle rolling motion.

He was panting against you neck, lips moving against your skin as he mumbled something you couldn't quite make out. It didn't matter to you, your mind too far gone to even consider thinking. Somehow you forced your fingers out of his hair and shakily swept them down his back. His spine arched, pushing into the touch even as he shuddered.

"Love," he rasped, his voice shot.

You hummed softly, not sure if you could form words yet.

Fíli tried to chuckle, but it was strained and broken. "That…," he whispered, "was well worth the wait."

A faint smile curled your lips and you nodded faintly. It certainly had been…but a little part of you was wondering when next time would be because now you really wanted to explore your new husband and see how much pleasure you could give him.

A/N: And done! It's a little sad because this chapter is almost as long as the other two combined XD. Apparently I put it all into the smut. But yes, as I said, all done for this little…three-shot? Is that what it is? Or is it just an extended one-shot? God, I don't even know anymore. But thank you to everyone who read this and reviewed it! I hope you enjoyed the finishing touch! And thank you to, dwarf-to-the-core over on tumblr for suggesting it!