Bilbo gazed at his baby boy sweetly, stroking the child's tufty blond hair as it curved around his tiny pointed ears. The little newborn made a mewling noise and snuggled his face into Bilbo's chest. The small hobbit chuckled and motioned for a tall, broad shouldered dwarf to join him at his side, Thorin nodded and hurried to his husband and son. A wide grin spread across Thorin's face as he looked at the boy.

He held a hand out to the babe and the newborn grasped his finger tightly, his grip extremely strong. Thorin laughed heartily at that and smiled at the boy.

"He's got the grip of a Dwarf!"

Thorin exclaimed, proudly and Bilbo smiled at his husband's joy, resting his own head against Thorin's broad chest, enjoying the familiar scent of mint leaves and musk.

"He'll make a great king one day, Uncle."

Spoke a familiar voice from the doorway, hobbit and dwarf alike turned to look at the door where they saw the twin grins of Kíli and Fíli, Fíli being the one who had spoken. Thorin instantly looked guilty as he had already chosen Fíli as his heir, he opened his mouth but Fíli silenced him with a hand.

"I never planned on being king, Uncle. My heart lies in other places. Our cousin will make an amazing king."

Fíli said, happily and Kíli nodded as well, both hurrying over excitedly to look at the boy. They pushed each other around for a good spot and Thorin resisted the urge to cuff them on both ears, the urge finally won out and both Fíli and Kíli whined loudly while rubbing their ears. Bilbo began to laugh at the amusing scene as he held his little boy close.

Welcome home...Taurus.

-TimeSkip(30years)(TaurusIsEight)-

"Tíli! Cousin!"

Kíli cried as both he and Fíli searched frantically around Erebor for little Taurus. The physically and mentally eight year old child was always getting into trouble or sneaking away unseen. Which they should've expected, since his 'mother' was their burglar. Fíli and Kíli ended up just walking around the castle in circles while Taurus watched them from the ceiling.

The small half-hobbit, half-dwarf child had assets from both his parents. He had the large hairy, hard-soled feet of a hobbit along with hobbit pointed ears, but he aged at a speed even slower than both dwarves and hobbits, he had the size of a hobbit as well and the slight build but they hoped he would grow as he aged. He had the keen senses and weapon skills of a dwarf though and he loved being in high places, like the rafters for instance.

Taurus giggled as he watched his battle-hardened cousins bumble around like idiots. The boy carefully maneuvered his way across the rafters, while he dreamed that he was on a shaking bridge with a pack of orcs behind him. But he wasn't afraid, because he was The Powerful King Taurus of the Dwarves! He would fight heroically and beat back all the orcs just like his Father! He couldn't wait till he could go on his own adventure.

Then, in the middle of his great dream, his foot slipped on the rafters and he toppled to the side. His eyes widened as he fell, it was a long way to the ground...and where he was, there was a pond below. Taurus couldn't swim.

"FÍLI! KÍLI! PAPA! FATHER!"

He screamed as he fell, hands stretching back towards the rafters but only touching air. He was terrified, with eyes stretched wide and tears full in his eyes. Fíli looked backwards when he heard Taurus' terrified wail, just in time to see the small child hit the icy pond and sink instantly.

"TAURUS!"

Fíli shrieked and took off running towards the pond, motioning for Kíli to go get their Uncles. He nodded, eyes wide and took off running, screaming for Thorin and Bilbo frantically. Fíli stripped off his boots and furred jerkin as he ran and dove into the chilly water, the water stung at his eyes but he pushed himself lower. He had to find Taurus.

While Kíli was running through the halls of Erebor as fast as he could to find his Uncles. Bofur was passing in the hall and grabbed Kíli's arm in worry for the young dwarf who looked terrified.

"Kíli? What's going on?"

Bofur asked and Kíli grabbed the dwarf by the shoulders, panting heavily.

"Taurus fell in the pond...Fíli went to save him...gotta find Bilbo... and Thorin."

Kíli panted and Bofur's eyes grew huge like saucers. He quickly pointed towards the throne room as he took off in the opposite direction.

"They're in the throne room! I'll find a healer!"

Bofur's cried over his shoulder and Kíli nodded, taking off towards the Throne room, his booted feet squeaking slightly against the polished floors near the Throne room. Kíli threw the door open as fast as he could and bolted inside.

He shoved whoever they were talking too, out of the way as he ran across the emerald colored catwalk where the thrones lay. Bilbo and Thorin looked up as he entered and they could both easily see the terror in his eyes.

"What is it, Kíli?"

Bilbo whispered, worriedly as he moved from his spot by Thorin's throne. Kíli could barely catch his breath but he managed to pant out a few words between gasps.

"..Taurus..pond...help..."

Within moments Thorin and Bilbo were up and running as fast as they could out of the throne room, once again with Kíli having to take the lead.

Fíli was utterly petrified, he had been up for air at least three times and he still had yet to find Taurus, the boy was drowning for Pete's sake! He dove down again as hard he could, searching for anything that could lead him to his little cousin. That's when he saw it, the glint of beads that go in a dwarf's hair. That had to be him!

He dove deeper and grabbed the hair and the limp body attached to it, scooping the waterlogged child into his arms. He swam upwards as fast as he could and swam towards the shore, as soon as his feet could touch the bottom he dragged himself up and out of the water, slumped over by the child's weight in his arms.

"TAURUS!"

He heard Bilbo screech and blinked blearily as he saw Bilbo, Thorin, Kíli, Bofur and Òri hurrying towards them. Kíli, Bofur and Òri stopped at the water's edge but Thorin and Bilbo completely ignored it as they ran into the water to meet Fíli halfway and take Taurus into their arms.

The little boy was pale and cold as ice and his lips were tinted blue, as Thorin took him into his arms. He ran for the bank where he laid him on his back and felt the boy's chest for breath, he felt nothing. He began to pound on the boy's chest furiously, as hard as he could. Bilbo held his own breath as he knelt by his husband and son.

Finally, Taurus gave a great heaving breath and then whipped his head to the side and vomited up a great deal of water. He was shaking and mewling softly as he looked up at Thorin and Bilbo who were both smiling at him in relief. They both pulled him to their chests and hugged him relentlessly. Bilbo was crying.

-TimeSkip(AFewDaysLater)-

Taurus stared out the window from his room in Erebor, he'd been confined to his room for three days and he hated it. Why did they always have to be so protective?! He huffed angrily and watched as his breath clouded up the window's surface.

Then he had an idea, if he could escape his room and castle and get down to the bottom floor caverns, then he could prove that he could take care of himself just fine! Besides, future kings had to be able to do that, to brave the scariest bottom caverns.

Taurus grabbed his long knife off of his night-table and slid it into a rucksack along with an extra bag of beads and some bread. Then he swung on his bag and popped the lock open on his window, swinging it open and hopping out. He dug his hands into the crevices in the wall as he climbed down quickly. He'd never climbed from out of his window before but he did like climbing in general.

Bilbo had wanted him to be a Baggins, a quiet, little half-hobbit who didn't go on any adventures. But the Took blood and the dwarf in him wouldn't let him be a normal hobbit or even a normal dwarf, because he did love gold, he really did. Just not the way that his father or the rest of the dwarves did, they loved it for its wealth, he loved it for its beauty. So Taurus was a race all his own, he was an Taurus and he liked it that way.

Once he was only a few feet away from the ground he hopped down and darted around the castle, trying to find the secret way in that Kíli had shown him many years ago. When he found the tiny hole, he grinned widely. That hole was too small for a dwarf but just the right size for a hobbit.

So little Taurus got down on his belly and used his elbows to propel himself into the hole, it was a little bit of a squish but he managed to keep moving as the tunnel dipped lower and lower. It stank of mold and other unsavory things as he ventured deeper but he paid no mind to them, his curiosity was too strong. But when the tunnel began to open up he would admit that he was relieved.

It opened up to a huge room, a room covered in gold and precious jewels. Taurus looked around with wide eyes and smiled as he looked at all the riches in the room. There was no doubt that father knew about this place, father knew about EVERYTHING. He was lucky to have Papa or he might have gotten a big head.

Taurus curiously searched through the mountains and mountains of riches looking for something fun to play with, that's when he found it. It was a huge, white arched mirror. There were words written on the sides but they weren't words that Taurus understood, they weren't in any of the two languages he knew.

The mirror seemed to have an odd, blue hue around it as Taurus studied it further and it seemed to be almost humming when he touched it. He peered into the mirror and then screamed as he tripped on something invisible to him, and toppled into the mirror. He waited for the sounds of glass crunching and the feeling of his head hitting the mirror but all he felt was like he was floating. Then his vision went black.

-TimeSkip-

"Kid! Hey kid?"

A gruff male voice snapped at him and Taurus blinked open his eyes, to see a stockily built but still tall young man with brown hair and a five'o clock shadow on his face. Taurus hurriedly climbed to his feet and looked around his surroundings. This was nothing like home, it was covered in ice and snow.

"Kid?"

The man spoke again, looking annoyed and Taurus managed to stammer out his name.

"Hi, I'm Taurus."

He whispered and the man smiled, as he ruffled his hair gently. Then he gestured to the land around them, the freezing barren landscape.

"Well, Taurus. Why are you out here? We're on a mission, we're the Howling Commandos by the way. I'm Bucky Barnes."

Bucky said, happily as he led the shivering eight year old back to their campsite. He didn't like to see children left out in the cold.

-70years later-

Taurus had been many people over the years, because they noticed that he didn't age fast enough. He'd been the nameless boy Taurus for a little while before becoming, Derrick Carter, Pip Conner, Wade Neman, Ashton D'Arc and finally Clint Barton. He knew that once he turned 26, he wouldn't age any further, at least his body wouldn't