Trenton Durin was lying awake yet again. Nightmares of being killed by an orc and the tears of his small consort kept him that way. He ran a hand through long raven locks, his peircing blue eyes staring back at him from the mirror. "What am i to do? Every time i try to sleep, he invades my mind" the young dwarf said to himself, pulling at his beard in confusion. He had no idea what to do about these dreams of halflings and watching himself die. It was beginning to drive him mad.
Trenton walked down the stairs, going again to library. Once there, he pulled an old book from its shelf. This was a book he hadn't touched in years, not since his childhood. It had been written down, translated to their language by the great scibe of erebor, and was one of his most precious possessions. Trenton opened the old book carefully, reading its title. "There and back again: a hobbit's holiday" it read, and he stroked the pages lovingly. He hadn't know why he'd done that.
Meanwhile, in an apartment not far from Trenton's penthouse, a young Hobbit tossed in his sleep. "No, Thorin! You'll be okay! Look! The eagles are here! Thorin?" He muttered in his sleep, tears streaming down his small face as he curled into his pillow, now balling his eyes out. He hated this nightmare, but no matter what he did, he couldn't rid himself of it.
The next day started quickly for the two men, though, this would be no normal day for either. William baggins stretched himself before he hopped out of bed. Today was the first day his cafe would be open to the public. He had worked for many years to design and build the cafe, which was modeled after the old family home in the shire.
Trenton got up from his seat on the comfortable carpeted floor, stretching himself as well. He headed back up to his room, deciding he needed a shower after a night of reading books by the fire. Once finished, he got dressed, picking up the paper. On the cover of the food section, an article on a new café stood, and Trenton smiled. He had always loved old hobbit achetecture, so he decided to pay it a visit for his morning coffee and muffins.
Neither William nor Trenton could have predicted what happened next. The smart son of durin got to the cafe just before it opened, seeing a proud hobbit gleaming as he cleaned a few tables. He hadn't seen his face yet, but the realestate mogul had a feeling he'd been drawn there.
When the shop finally opened its door, Trenton came in with a small smile, sitting in a booth. The waitresses were pretty hobbit women wearing traditional clothing, and the man at the counter smiled lightly as he overlooked. "Things are going good. People seem to like it here." William thought, until he saw Trenton.
He politely pushed the waitress away to another costomer, smiling lightly at the man he knew but didn't. A man he'd only seen in his dreams. "Hello, my name is William. I'm the owner here. What might i get you?" He asked, though his hand was out in the gesture of a shake. He was getting so nervous, and he didn't even really know why!
Trenton took william's hand, and a shockwave of energy crashed through both men. Finally they understood. The hobbit spoke first, giving an affectionate squeese to his former husband's hand. "Thorin" he breathed, and the young dwarf smiled back. "Master burglar" he almost wispered back, the two men hugging like old friends though they now only just met.
William chuckled. "So, can i interest you in some mutton?" He asked, adding to the old joke they'd made many centuries ago.