Sorry this is a slash story! Between Thorin x Bilbo!

You have been warned.

Chapter 1

Warmth Embrace

Bilbo sneezed in his sleep as the night had got too cold even with his wool blanket that he was given by the dwarves; Unwilling to complain to such conditions of the weather of this journey, Bilbo Baggins decided to let it be as he tried to keep himself comfortable against the bitter cold.

Accompanied along side with him were thirteen dwarves and a wizard who happened to be struggling with his pipe. While he tried stuffing the grassy context into his pipe. Thorin; The leader of the dwarves looked ahead and gave a laughable smirk to the annoyed wizard.

"You should take your time, stuffing your pipe. Wizard." He teased as Gandalf the Gray returns him with a chuckle.

"So says a dwarf that didn't expect a hobbit saving your life." As he placed his pipe's tip into his mouth.

With a couple of breathers, he puffed a circle ring of smoke. Thorin smiled as he watched the sleeping hobbit who was moving constantly on the dirt ground. 'He really doesn't belong here...' Thorin thought as he remembered his first knock on the Baggins' front door. He was waiting patiently outside, the door which suddenly open wide was he... the 'burglar' that Gandalf wanted to take along. Short and too humble to the boot, Thorin was greatly disappointed when he first caught his glimpse at him. In his robes and too laid back for his taste. Thorin believed he got the wrong house until he step in and noticed the bunch of his men was here who were honored by waiting for his arrival. The King of the Mountains.

"Bilbo?" Thorin called out as the sleeping hobbit continued to move in his mid-sleep.

Thorin could not tell whether he was pleased that he joined his company or annoyed that he; he had to take care a weak halfling as he recalled telling Gandalf that he will not be responsible for his death and the great wizard did not respond. But the hobbit did prove himself despite the three trolls and disappearing when he was needed in the caves, Bilbo Baggins proved his worth by saving the King by attacking The Pale Orc's minion that almost had its final blow on the Dwarf King's head. Thorin couldn't help but tell Bilbo that he was greatly appreciated it for saving his life by giving him that long warmth embrace.

Again with the shuffle, Thorin couldn't take it as he came up to the hobbit. While Dori and Gloin were on watch. The King sat down beside the sleeping hobbit and took his heavy winter coat and placed it over the halfling but Bilbo still struggled. 'Still cold?' Thorin thought mercifully.

Lying beside him, not worried that the other dwarves would talk; this hobbit was the one that saved him because of that; he was much more than a living being on two feet. Bilbo Baggins was his friend. Taking his share under the coat and blanket; Thorin snuggled close behind Bilbo. Placing his large arm around him; keeping him close made Thorin smile.

Unlike the Mirkwood elves who betrayed them by not leading a hand; Bilbo alone was the friend that Thorin was looking for. The dwarves; his own kin did not affect him very much as they too share the same culture and pride, but for an outsider; an elf or a man, or even a hobbit. It was different and it brought a whole new light for Thorin Oakenshield. Gandalf may have helped a lot on their journey, but the dwarf king was not pleased for the wizard's every absence when Gandalf; he had enough for Thorin's displease.

"Bilbo..." He tensed as he noticed the hobbit had stop moving and was sleeping peacefully with the new warmth coming from Thorin. 'If only you were a female.' Thorin stopped. Wait, what? He shook his head, no way was he having tension which has travelled down to his pants. This is bad... very bad.

It was impossible, has Thorin really have fallen for the halfling? Thorin Oakenshield does not believe he was in love in that way or perhaps that hug... Maybe he didn't know it at first, but that long embrace which bought a stun on the hobbit surprised Thorin as he rarely gives hugs to anyone else besides his own kin and own kind.

Dori in the background suddenly coughs as Thorin's attention went that way. Thorin watched as Dori was taking a couple of coins out of his pride of gold and whispered something to Gloin, who nodded and gave Dori a sweep of his hand. Disbelieving his bet that he made up.

Thorin, right away even though he couldn't hear it; knew what Dori was betting on which made Thorin blush lightly. Maybe there was something between him and Bilbo. His little hobbit, he has fallen for him. Too bad, Bilbo might not feel the same way, especially how Thorin was treating him in the very beginning.

Just like what happened when he put his trust with the elves, Thorin was worried that Bilbo will too just turn away and never look back. As love is the most dangerous thing, he had to consider. Many times, has his father and grandfather had offered many dwarf women in his days; none had appealed his interest nor he had decided to chase after them either. Thorin was honest man not a total idiot when it comes to courting women, but when his two nephews were born from his younger sister, Dis. Fili and Kili were the highlight of his years, regardless his age. Young and innocent, Thorin felt it just right that he was meant to be a family man, but as his father and grandfather does not wish it. Thorin promised them that he would make a great king, perhaps even greater. And with all that gold will not change his mind about his kin or his chosen bride.

Thorin laughed to himself to such a thought as he looked down to Bilbo. 'He was really cute in those robes, I must say.' As his fantasies adjust. "Bilbo." He smiled again.

Just maybe with a couple of months ahead, Bilbo might just consider it when he realizes a certain Dwarf King had fallen for him.

"I say three days it will happen."

"Well, I say the end of the week!"

Thorin sighed as Dori and Gloin were talking too loudly on their night watch.

"Shush!" He said as he tried to silence them both.

After a couple of seconds, Thorin went back to shutting his eyes, but still could hear the whispering mumbles.

"Three days~" Dori pointed out with three fingers to Gloin.

"A week~" Gloin said back as the two older dwarves argued between themselves.

Again, Thorin sighed, but had a smile instead as he had his warm embrace in his arms.