Thorin/Bilbo

At the Bag End

He woke up alone, his hand touching the other side of bed, already cold, but the sun had only just begun to rise and Thorin frowned. He got up and walked through the Bag End and heard his lover's quiet voice when he sang while baking. Bilbo didn't notice how Thorin lingered on the doorway, leaning against the frame and just watching. He liked to watch Bilbo when he though there was no one around to see him. His movements were more confident and smoother, not nervous at all. Thorin noticed the small dark circles under Bilbo's eyes and tension in the muscles when he moved.

But his voice was clear and there was tiny sparkle in his eyes. The nightmares still kept him awake, but not longer overwhelmed him completely. Bilbo stopped to wash some dishes and Thorin walked behind him, wrapped his hands around his narrow waist and kissed his temple.

"Good morning my love." Thorin whispered and the last tension melted away from Bilbo.

"Morning Thorin." Bilbo smiled looking up. "Just sit and I give you some fresh buns and tea."

Thorin hummed in respond and did what told, still watching Bilbo's doings.

Bilbo looked tired, sure, and it would took time the nightmares to stop, but he was healthier than two months ago. Tougher than before the Quest and the battle. Thorin sighed and Bilbo looked at him.

"What is it?"

Thorin shook his head.

"Nothing. Just, feeling like home in here. Watching you. Can it be like this in Erebor too?"

Bilbo tilted his head, smiling. "Why not?"

Thorin felt suddenly very serious. "Bilbo, this is your home. And what happened in Erebor…"

Bilbo lowered the plate of buns on the table.

"Oh Thorin. Although is it nice to be in here and… heal from everything, you belong to your kingdom and your people. And where you are, my home is there. So, why not? It's up to us, isn't?"

Thorin looked down.

"It would be nice to stay here. Sit in the garden, in the sun, smoke a pipe, and watch how the time flies past of us."

"No, it wouldn't." Bilbo laughed suddenly and Thorin looked up, startled and Bilbo leaned over the table, patting Thorin's cheek fondly.

"You see, you're a king and a man of action. You're not old dwarf although you have gone through many hard things in your life and maybe it would be nice to be here and just be. But it isn't you. You're Thorin Oakenshield, king under the Mountain. You would grow tired of this all and…"

Bilbo retreat and his smile faltered a bit. "I'm not the same hobbit as before. You know that. Everyone here can see and feel that. My home, and what ever happened there, is in Erebor, beside of you."

Thorin looked, truly looked him and relaxed again.

"You're right."

"I usually tend to be." Bilbo placed the tea mugs front of them and sat. Thorin in turn leaned forward.

"So, do you marry me then?"

Bilbo grinned. "Oh, that's the matter I cannot answer, yet."

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