A/N: Quick note before the story. This is a rated M for Mature and eventually will have sexual content. If you are not eighteen you have been warned. I will put up a warning before the chapter(s) in which there is going to be sexual content if you choose to skim or skip over it. Also, this is going to be super angsty and what not so make sure that if you don't want your heart strings pulled on you might not want to read. Anyway, onward to the story!

Chapter 1: Pain

Bilbo's hand clenched his shirt in the place right over his heart. His stuttering, dying heart. He had just heard the words he was afraid of hearing since the moment he saw Thorin look upon that pile of gold. The gold that had cursed Thorin's forefathers, and driven his grandfather mad. The gold that now possessed the heart of the only person he ever loved. The words reeled inside Bilbo's head, playing over and over… "I never loved you."

His fist somehow clenched tighter, as though somehow it would make the pain he felt disappear. His breath quickened, his head felt light and the lights in the room began to dim. The face of the man he loved became fuzzy in front of him and his knees finally gave out. As soon as he hit the stone floor, Bilbo fell into a blissful unconsciousness.

What felt like hours later, Bilbo's eyes cracked open, his mind tried to recall how he ended up his chambers…. his and Thorin's…. Thorin! Tears pricked behind his eyes while the pain in his chest again grew heavy with grief, spreading through his entire body, making him unable to move. How could he be so stupid?! How could he ever believe that anyone, especially a king, could truly love him?

Hobbits loved once in a lifetime and now his life was forfeit. Hobbits lived for their mates, if they didn't have one, and were of age, they were always searching for the one that would bring them endless joy. If a hobbit lost its love they wouldn't be able to find a new one, their life would be empty and unfulfilling for the rest of the time they spent on earth. As for Bilbo, he felt like he couldn't go on knowing that he was totally and wholly unwanted by the one person he had ever given his heart to. Then, the tears flowed, and like a flood gate being opened Bilbo's face was covered by water as sobs wracked his tiny frame. He curled in on himself trying to shield his heart from more pain that Thorin may want to cause it with his twisted words of love and deceit.

"What do you want me to do Balin?!"

Bilbo overheard the voice coming from the study connected to his chambers. He scooted closer to the door and tried to listen to what they were saying.

"I want you to take back what you said! You know what happens when a dwarf pushes away their One–"

"He is not my One!" the first voice growled. Thorin… Bilbo struggled to keep the tears from coming back.

"Thorin! You can't speak like that; you know he is your One. The gold sickness has blinded you to your feelings."

"I am the same as I was before I entered this mountain, Balin."

"You may think so, but that hobbit in there proves how much you have changed. The Thorin I know would have never said those things to Bilbo. The Thorin I know would be in there right now comforting him."

"No, Balin, the Thorin you know is no longer in love with that worthless creature in there."

"You know as well as I do, dwarves do not just fall out of love, especially with the way you loved him. Get away from this mountain for a while. Go and clear your head before this damned gold gets you killed like your grandfather."

"This is MY home, this is MY Mountain, and it is MY gold, if any one should be leaving it is that damnable hobbit. He doesn't belong here; he never belonged on this journey in the first place."

"Do not speak in such arrogant and foolish ways; Bilbo Baggins has helped us more than any dwarf was willing to from the Iron Hills or within our own people. He is not even a dwarf and he came with us, to help us gain back what we lost. Without him we wouldn't have this mountain, we wouldn't even have the Arkenstone. So, don't you dare say that he does not belong here!"

"Do not speak of my own kin. I know what they have done and they will be justly punished for it. They called my quest a foolish errand; I will not be so quick to forgive."

"This must be what your father felt like when your grandfather fell to the sickness. You are letting yourself fall prey to that accursed gold. I know you are stronger than this Thorin, but you are proving otherwise over and over again."

"It is not the gold, Balin."

"Then what is it? How can you tell me it isn't when you do nothing but scorn the ones you love and keep company in the vaults nearly all day. You are obsessed and if losing Bilbo will not make you see truth then I have nothing more to say to you."

"Good, because I tire of this insignificant argument. The hobbit is no longer my concern, if he chooses to stay then so be it. He will no longer be taking up space in my living quarters so once he has awoken move him to his own chambers."

Bilbo couldn't take it anymore he broke down again, unable to contain his pain. He choked back a sob and ran out of the room and down the hallway. Choosing a random room as far away from Thorin's as he could get, he entered and flopped onto the bed. He lashed out in anger, feeling so helpless, unable to fix his love. He beat the pillows with his fists, he screamed and cried and tried to understand when it all changed. He couldn't continue on like he was for very long before the weight of everything came crashing down again. He passed out on the bed.

All right everybody that's it for chapter 1! Thank you so much for reading and give me strength to write the next chapter quickly by sending me a review! Until next time,

Mystic