Hello everyone! This is actually an express fic I wanted to post for Bilbo's birthday but it was monstrously long and at least I decided to split it into 3 or 4 sections. For that reason perhaps it is not very detailed but still I hope you enjoy it even a little :)
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Chapter 1 — A splendid new life
The warm morning gave way to the daily routine. In the new Erebor restored the dwarves had taken over the tasks, for which they were assigned by their respective status, they did each of their activities with total dedication and pride, after all Aulë had created them for to be strong and decisive in any situation.
But even in hard times the prince had to perform hard labor in lands of mortal men, Thorin Oakenshield was the perfect example of that stoicism was stronger than the stubborn pride. Everything he had done to help his people unjustly deprived of their homelands.
But the struggle to regain his kingdom was over, the throne and all the riches of the lonely mountain had been recovered from the clutches of the beast and from the greed that had been in place where besides the dragon had nested there for long. Everything had finished. His kingdom and his army had triumphed, they had defending Erebor from the damn horde of pale orcs which had almost had killed all them without mercy. But at last they overcame and so the prince had become king and now he was completely worth to wear the crown on his hand.
Winter had left behind. The first buds of spring had begun to peek in the meadows at the foot of the Lonely Mountain, in those lands where the people of the men of Esgaroth slowly returned to prosper. And then, Erebor stood proudly again, dwarves had raised new and monumental stone figures replacing those that had been destroyed beyond repair. The craftsmanship of the dwarves was sublime, nothing could compare to the skill and dedication that dwarfs from Dunland had, an innately privilege provided by their solemn father Aulë, a Valar.
And all the while the little hobbit who had accompanied them, during the trip and during the final feat, continued to his side. The halfling had spent the best and worst moments with the company and was with them all the winter. Bilbo Baggins was still the fourteenth member of the company of Thorin and now felt more proud of it, his part Took prevailed in that boasting.
But there was something the little hobbit and the king shared in secret, a fervent mutual affection that had arisen between the two not long after since they had undertaken the journey to the Lonely Mountain, a romance that although a bit abstract still was so lively as in the beginning, a romance irresolute yet which claimed for become in something torrid. But neither of both was quite sure to reveal.
But despite their discretion both greatly enjoyed each other's company, especially of course when they finally were completely alone every night. Their mutual attraction was totally inevitable.
Despite this enormous attraction both felt since they had met from the first time at the home of Bilbo during that meeting planned by Gandalf, the fact was that their relationship had not begun immediately, in fact had to spend some time and various events before they finally accepted what they really felt about each other.
Bilbo had never considered the idea of having a relationship with someone of the same sex and much less would have ever imagined relate to a dwarf. And this was not any dwarf but this was an important lord dwarf. Thorin was the same crown prince of Durin, so how could be possible that someone of his rank notice an insignificant hobbit anyway?
But instead, Thorin Oakenshield had never had problems in thinking to feel love for anyone because it was even something that he had never even considered before. Thorin had never thought about having a partner or a family, in his mind only had stayed the almost obsessive desire for revenge and to reclaim the homelands stolen from their hands when he was only 26 years, stage at which a dwarf has not reached adulthood.
A prince without throne and landless, Thorin had been that for over a century. He could not to think about marriage, even if it would be necessary after because maybe he would leave his own offspring. Actually it seemed something very trivial. In addition, the dwarf women were scarce and he had never interested in anyone.
Therefore, Thorin had never felt attracted by anyone until that night in the shire inhabited by the hobbits in Hobbiton, when he was first introduced to that charming creature with hair on his feet and curious spiky ears. From that time the dwarf prince was captivated for him at first glance. Bilbo seemed so adorable, strangely appealing from the outset. The halfling had a kind of subtle beauty to which Thorin was not used to see.
But despite the feeling that the hobbit had caused him almost immediately, Thorin did not accept it so soon because until then he did not even want to believe that Bilbo could serve their purpose to snatch the throne to the dragon Smaug. Despite his attraction Thorin did not trust him and thought he should not try to accept him just for the fact that he liked Bilbo. Thorin thought he shouldn't get carried away from his sentiments as frivolous.
But the courage and willingness, but most often hesitant, of Bilbo had been stronger than the stubborn pride of Thorin and the dwarf had finally yielded to his true desires. One night had started the first real approach to Bilbo, fact that ended frustrated because the hobbit had rejected him that time.
For this reason the romance between them was full of doubts before be consummated until finally occurred that inexorable first impulsive to kiss him, when finally Erebor had been recovered. The dwarves when they fall in love with someone they do it forever and never want anyone else, even if they cannot have that person in which they have loved and Thorin could not abandon his great desire to conquer Bilbo, in the same way the hobbit had completely conquered his heart when he was shown to him that little acorn treasured to sow in his garden and watch it grow in future periods.
The same evening that an army of angry men had arrived at the door of Erebor, just minutes before, Thorin took the small body of Bilbo in his arms, smiled with full tenderness and then stole from his lips that first long-awaited kiss that had try resisted to steal for so long. Thorin felt Bilbo's little body shudder in his arms to know what the king was about to do, but the hobbit at any time resisted. Although a little hesitant at first, Bilbo finally gave the kiss which he also longed fervently since long ago and then Thorin embraced him in somewhat uncertain delicacy.
But they could not prolong the beautiful moment because suddenly appeared Dwalin warning the king Thorin that exalted men were clamoring for his presence.
That was the start of a dispute between dwarves, elves and men that soon triggered a brutal battle to which militantly aggressive hordes of orcs, goblins and other dark creatures joined. The terrible battle that erupted made to Bilbo experience his worst fears, a terror that he had never before imagined to feel, the fear of losing Thorin, the dwarf that he loved and who never wanted to separate anymore.
Despite his high vulnerability, Bilbo never gave up to help Thorin and his company to face courageously the orcs who had tended them various traps. Bilbo did not mind running in the midst of great danger only to alert Thorin of what actually Azog perversely proposed.
It was really hard to see the dwarf he loved lying wounded near death on the hostile cold ice. Eagles flying over the sky that afternoon and Bilbo thought he lost him.
Bilbo thought his greatest fear had materialized in that horrible scene, Thorin could die in his arms at any time, but his subconscious told him that he must think positively that everything would be fine and that Thorin would be well soon, recovering from the wounds and then they could finally live their romance as it should be from the beginning.
At that time, the hobbit said how much he loved him as he tried desperately to cover the puncture wounds lethal of Thorin's chest where much blood was flowing. The king of Erebor made a great effort to also express all what Bilbo now represented for him, his remorse for his foolish acts and all he wanted was live at his side, reigning together in the lonely mountain, on the throne of Erebor. And fearing that at any moment expired Thorin, Bilbo leaned to kiss him with finesse.
Fortunately for him, the rest of the dwarves soon reached them to the spot where the battle had ended. They met with the touching scene where the weeping Hobbit was holding Thorin's hand in his to give him courage. But Thorin still had a chance to live and immediately the dwarves led him carefully to the stone palace. There they healed his wounds. Gandalf helped them with the preparation of ointments that they smeared on his wounds which already had been carefully washed.
At nightfall, Thorin was completely filled with bandages all over his body and unconscious, terribly sore and lethargic on the bed, but safe and out of danger. The king lived. The king had triumphed and the glory days of Durin would return to reign and prosper again.
Throughout the night, not a moment Bilbo was separated from the side of Thorin. He did not care dozing uncomfortably sitting on a hard stool next to the bed only by the desire to be the first one to see him wake up.
"oh, Bilbo..." muttered Thorin with difficult voice which was barely audible amid the great room. Bilbo slept sitting at his side, leaning on the edge of the bed and Thorin made an effort to reach out to caress with love and grace the brown head of the halfling. A few seconds later fell back asleep by heavy slumber but with a smirk outlined in his face.
Thorin managed to recover well from his injuries, the dwarf was a son of Durin so he was very strong and that helped considerably to his wounds and injuries heal soon. Then winter came to its peak point and the snow piled up outside and accumulated on rocks and pillars. It was being a harsh winter, but inside the palace of cut stone, the warmth harbored them and protected them.
And at all times, the hobbit Bilbo never left Thorin even a moment. Each time attended him what he could and although not showed all his love too well to the dwarf because it was causing him much embarrassment, the fact was that now Thorin was quite sure of his love and Bilbo in turn was totally convinced of his. But it was not easy to take the next step.
It was a fact that there had been subtle constant touch between them, rubbing their faltering hands, looks of coquetry and complicity each other, flattering words and fleeting hugs but there had not been another kiss of their lips since that time when Thorin lay wounded on the ice.
"Mr. Baggins, would you allow me ...?" asked Thorin muttering cautiously as he approached the halfling in an effort to embrace him. Despite his strong and possessive temperament, Bilbo always caused him serenity, something no one else caused on him. Thorin did not dare to be rude with Bilbo anymore although at all times he had the great desire to snatch a kiss. Bilbo was so quiet, subdued and certainly had a natural elegance and delicacy that captivated him greatly. All these qualities of hobbit made Thorin to think that he should not to acting like a jerk with him anymore especially since Bilbo had been the only one who had alarmed him of danger for the tough battle, even risking his own life and because Bilbo had cured him of evil dragon sickness removing the blindfold from his eyes to he realized his dark selfish greed. Bilbo had acted as any true friend would have done.
"What thing, Thorin?" the hobbit mumbled in response, hesitant and trying to avoid the look to prevent his cheeks were blushed. The proximity of Thorin made him feel nervous, he could not explain well why even if both had already declared their mutually love and what they felt for each other. But for now both were nothing, they had not established that they were a couple or something similar and perhaps that was what really made him feeling self-conscious.
"You know what I feel for you, right? You know that these feelings that you have created in me now are the most valuable treasure, Bilbo?" Thorin confessed softly and moved his body to his to feel the warmth of the hobbit closer to his torso, cornering him a bit slightly toward the wall.
"Err ... yeah, I know ... .but I don't know what should mean that from now on ... I mean ... .I am a hobbit and you're the king of the dwarves. I really don't know" mused the halfling irresolute, nervous. Thorin approached him increasingly and could now even feel his breath near the skin of his face.
"I don't know Mr. Baggins, I do not know if there is any law or indication from the hobbits which indicate how exactly a lord dwarf must woo a hobbit" said Thorin provocative.
"Haha, well I don't remember there is something like that established" Bilbo said and giggled in response, again looked away to avoid meeting the gaze of Thorin.
"Then I suppose there are no impediment" said Thorin and then took one hand of Bilbo in his. Thorin's hand was still rough because of the harshness with which he had always used for battles and all the times he had worked as a blacksmith. Bilbo's hand instead was smooth, white, delicate, a beautiful little hand of hobbit that had never hurt more than sporadically to fix the garden at Bag-End. Upon contact with his, skin to skin, Thorin almost flipped internally, a huge thrill struck his feeling in every way and knew that whatever posture embarrassed hobbit, he would do everything in his power to woo and make him his consort, after all the majestic dwarf king of Erebor must have a consort and Bilbo was the creature that had already fixed forever. Bilbo was the only indicated, sweet, courageous, smart, and sensible.
"No-no, no impediment" mused the hobbit, he felt terribly ashamed. Thorin began to shaking his hand and stroked it playfully.
Despite his passionate feelings for the king of the dwarves, Bilbo definitely was not entirely sure to start something with Thorin but now Thorin took advantage of his indecision and finally took his face in his hands and put his face close to his and then began to kiss his lips gently. Their mouths turned to be in a kiss, Thorin invited him to give way to his tongue and though a bit hesitant finally Bilbo acceded. It was a delicious kiss that both had been longing to return to try for weeks, it was a true sign of their mutual love and after all it was not the first time they did and no longer had to worry about anything. They had recovered the kingdom, the beast was killed, the death of the grandfather of Thorin and madness of his father had been avenged with the death of the damned Azog and above all their love had triumphed. Fate brought them together on the same path wisely.
Thus it was that started the courtship of Thorin to the little hobbit burglar. Although Bilbo yet had enough self-confidence to continue this relationship, he was completely happy and did not want to regret it. Bilbo agreed to be wooed by the dwarf king, even if it seemed so rarer.
It did not take long for Thorin announced to everyone that he was beginning to court the halfling, things must be done well and formal. No one dared to protest or question about it even is that seemed a bit strange, but certainly each and every one of the dwarves of Thorin's company was very happy, not only because their king was interested -or fallen in love- for someone but because the hobbit was that someone, who everyone had taken him full affection.
Bilbo was greatly embarrassed when Thorin made the official announcement on the table while everyone was gathered to enjoy a delicious and abundant dinner prepared by the great chef Bombur and his kitchen helpers. The eyes of all unbelievers dwarfs fell on him and embarrassed the poor hobbit even more, who could only shrug and move his feet nervously under the table .
"That's great, Thorin!" exclaimed fully effusive Kili and then he and Fili rushed to hug them to congratulate and to show their joy and total acceptance.
"I don't want any bad comment about this, is that clear?" Thorin said seriously and everyone nodded. That night all dwarves of the realm enjoyed exalted the large banquet celebrating the -future- partner, or rather the official start of their courtship. They drank and sang joyous songs, that Bilbo had never heard before and which was amazed. The hobbit was immensely happy to return to be captivated by the deep bass voice of Thorin joining the songs, the same resonant male voice that only he had could hear at his home in Bag-End, nearly a year ago.
Then the halfling noticed all the time that had passed since then. Bilbo could not believe that had already fulfilled almost a year since Gandalf had unexpectedly come to his house to propose him to join them on an adventure, the journey for what he had been hired as a burglar and that after such adversity was now in love with the king Thorin II, son of Thrain, son of Thrór king under the mountain. Much less he never imagined that would be corresponding for such an attractive dwarf king. It felt so strange for everything that had happened at the end.
The time had passed and after Thorin had fully recovered from all his injuries and almost immediately after it was made official the announcement of his courtship to the hobbit, Thorin had commanded install a large, comfortable room made especially for Bilbo, which was next to his.
"I hope you like this new bedroom, Bilbo" Thorin said kindly, leading the hobbit to show him his new room "I have ordered to furnish this room especially for you" Thorin led him inside where a huge bed was installed and where there also were beautiful furniture made by experts artisans dwarves, made in workshops and made with the best materials. That wonderful room did not compare with the small room where Bilbo had been sleeping for the past months.
Both went into the bedroom, the eyes of Bilbo inspected the entire site, admiring every detail and Thorin not resist to push gently his back to lead him.
"Thanks Thorin, it really was not necessary ... that is, I can continue to sleep in that little room, it does not bother me at all" said the shy and humble hobbit then and turned to see Thorin in front. The dwarf king smiled and his look deep made Bilbo feel self-conscious. The hobbit immediately ducked and avoided the look, but Thorin not stopped to admire his face and stroked his cheek gently with the back of his hand.
"No way. I cannot let Mr. Baggins who saved my life continue sleeping in such a modest place, it would be very selfish and ungrateful of my part. This is little I can do for you so you have nothing to be thankful Bilbo" said Thorin and Bilbo paused before responding to it.
"I saved your life?" inquired the halfling, not so sure. Bilbo did not want to receive any praise for something he had done without expecting something in return. Thorin laughed at it, amused and liked that Bilbo continued determined to not show his face to face.
"Of course, you did it in many ways ... you saved me from the sickly greed…"
"Oh ... well I ..."
"And most importantly, it appeared up in my life"
"Oh, but that was because of the whim of a wizard" mumbled the hobbit with nervous laughter, the closeness that had with Thorin made Bilbo to guess what was about to happen.
Thorin gently hugged the body of Bilbo. He felt a little how the hobbit was trying to oppose a bit for the act and then still without looking at Thorin's face, Bilbo could feel his arms around his waist touching slowly. He returned to laugh nervous, though more quietly and then decided that if he would allow Thorin courted him then he too must take initiative so that and at last Bilbo raised his face to be found immediately near the face of Thorin and then let the dwarf king began to unite his lips to his but it was the hobbit who was encouraged to deepen the kiss, and enjoyed it.
That was a unique moment for both. Thorin was immensely happy that the hobbit was accepting him more and more. "I like you too much, Bilbo" confessed Thorin with whispering voice but Bilbo did not know how to respond and avoided the look again.
However, the hesitant attitude of the hobbit was not something that really bothered to Thorin, he knew that was part of his courtship. In their culture among the dwarves they had always instructed the hardest female to conquer should be the best wife. Thorin could not and would not compare Bilbo with any female in any way, Mr. Baggins was the same sex as him, but Bilbo was the only thing that really complemented to Thorin and that was the only really important.
Thorin was totally willing to wait long enough to consummate their relationship completely so that he would not bother or intimidate him more than necessary, despite Thorin had that characteristic natural impulsiveness, temperament of dwarf. A good male dwarf should be chivalrous with his partner, regardless of gender or race.
"Well, Mr. Baggins, now I leave you because you have to rest well tonight. I hope you have sweet dreams and sleep well" said Thorin smiling a sweet smile, devoted solely to his hobbit.
"Thank you very much again, Thorin. I wish the same for you" replied the halfling mumbling while the fingers of both hands slowly away until they were touching.
That night Bilbo slept peacefully in his new big bed, for the first time he knew what he was able to extend his body along the wide bed at bedtime. The room seemed really wonderful but then he thought that perhaps should not get used to it too much because Erebor was not his home, his real home was in the region at Bag-End, with the other creatures of his same species.
The hobbit remained thoughtful about it a long time during his vigil before getting sleep. Certainly he had felt much affection for dwarves and he felt part of the company even if the mission was over a few weeks ago, but he did not stop being a hobbit, a different creature the dwarves, different both in morphology and in manners. It made him delve deeper into his indecision to continue the game of courtship with Thorin. Before being overcome by sleep, embraced his soft new pillow decided to talk to Thorin about all that the next day.
But eventually the halfling did not have enough courage to do it and so it took several more days and then weeks and with the passage of time thinking about the idea of being separated from Thorin and the other dwarf became increasingly difficult.
With each new kind treatment that Thorin had towards him, Bilbo discovered that he felt morre attracted for the dwarf and that it was exceedingly pleasant, something unique of which could not repent, but at the same time it still caused fear to him. Bilbo was afraid to not do things right, thought that to be the love interest of the king was a great privilege.
Near the end of the cold winter, when the lake ice had begun to melt, began to arrive dwarves from the Blue Mountains to re inhabit the kingdom recovered. Thorin was fully prepared to restore a glorious kingdom.
Among these newcomers dwarfs were many of his cousins and of course the dear sister of Thorin, a beautiful lady who wore a dwarf dressed handsomely. Bilbo was completely amazed at her exquisite beauty, but also a bit intimidated and unsecure when Thorin introduced him to her and made the mention of what Bilbo really meant to him. Indeed Bilbo feared her possible rejection.
"My dear sister, daughter of my father. I must to introduce you to Mr. Baggins. He's the hobbit burglar who has accompanied us throughout our journey through the recovery of our kingdom and now the creature that I courtship" said Thorin to his sister while introducing the hobbit. Bilbo shrugged slightly for shame. A faint blush came over his cheeks, Bilbo could feel the skin on his face increasing its temperature. He thanked at that time they were in a room without much lighting and the extended a hand to greet the dwarf lady, fearing that she would reject him and would criticize.
"Oh so this is Mr. Baggins who everybody has been talking about!" She expressed glad "it is a huge honor for me to meet you, Mr. hobbit" she said and corresponded his greeting and friendly shook his hand. Bilbo smiled solemnly.
"The honor is mine respectable lady. I had long yearned to know Thorin's sister, mother of his nephews" the hobbit whispered and kissed his hand with chivalry.
"I really flattered Mr. Baggins. They have done even songs that mention it to you and the great deeds that you lived with my poor people. And I'm really glad to hear the good news! I'm glad delighted that you have decided correspond to the courtship of my brother! I hope your romance thrive and end in the best way. We wish you the best for both" she finished uttering with kindness and joy. Bilbo blushed even more and was very happy that the sister of Thorin had him in such good estimate.
For when at last spring came Bilbo had fully accepted having a real commitment to Thorin.
There was a big celebration for that and the happier for the event were the nephews of Thorin, Fili and Kíli and then not stopped to congratulate the couple and sang joyous songs in unison while other dwarves were dancing and others in chorus.
But Bilbo was missing his homeland and really wanted to return soon to the comfort of his home, at least for a brief visit.
During that time Erebor rose majestically in the construction of new piers and splendid rooms and Thorin ruled from his throne with a crown of gold on his head.
Bilbo admired his stoicism and righteousness on the throne, he extolled to see Thorin finally reign in his palace as much as their ancestors had wished, completely free of the damn Dragon disease, but at the same time was too distant to what he represented, he was a simple hobbit no more property than his modest home in distant lands.
Simply Bilbo could not imagine himself sitting next to Thorin trying to pretend he was a nobleman with divine right to rule, he was not even a dwarf. But that did not prevent that in just a few days after the first buds of spring, Thorin asked him to become his consort.
The small hobbit did not respond to it immediately, but even if it had been something he had wanted from the first time he had met Thorin but he still could not accept it at all. But just like the rest of his proposals, Bilbo finally accepted his request and soon they began preparations for the wedding.
In the case of the wedding of the king under the mountain who had defended them with complete bravery and courage and had fought until the end risked his own life to regain his kingdom, Thorin's wedding and his fiancé hobbit would be held with the best of the best.
Experts dwarves in textile crafts devoted great efforts to create the best fabrics which they would make the wedding clothes of the couple. Thorin was also asked them to take special care to choose the best fabrics to dress his beloved hobbit for such a special occasion.
The preparation of the furnishings and the banquet was made with full caution, and although Bilbo was certainly excited by the proximity of the wedding also felt a little lazy for not having something to occupy his free time better. What Bilbo really wanted was to be useful, but Thorin and the other dwarves now pampered him as the noble future in which soon would become.
But what really missed Bilbo was regain his life in the nature of the hills where he was born and where he had grown up running down the green meadows and forests, where he ventured looking for elves. He has missed too much the life of a hobbit, but it was not yet time to return to his old home.
The wedding was finally held at the end of March, when there was no trace of the harsh winter of the mountain. All rooms in Erebor were decorated with colorful stone walls and carpets and fine velvet curtains and so the hobbit joined the king under the mountain dwarf in a ceremony which was attended by dwarves of other realms and Gandalf as well, of course. The wizard was a very special guest and gave them his congratulations and blessing. Later all Erebor enjoyed his beautiful fireworks.
Bilbo was beautifully dressed in the dwarf fashioned; his suit was a deep blue with gold stripes. The textures of his clothes felt quite pleasant to the touch and his curly brown hair was carefully braided and decorated with gold pieces forged by the dwarves.
The whole ritual was wonderful, the weddings of the hobbits in the region to which Bilbo was used were not as eccentric as those of the dwarves, nor were they full of beautiful voices singing and decorations made of gold. That night in the middle of the party, Bilbo discovered that like many of his relatives of Thorin owned deep amazing voices like him, but the voice of Thorin always would be his favorite, the only manly voice that truly enraptured him.
After the ceremony, Bilbo was also crowned with a small tiara was placed on his head by one of the most important dwarf, a cousin of Thorin from the misty mountains. All the rest of the guests exclaimed his joy, Bilbo was finally part of them and of his reign, beautiful songs were sung about it for future generations to come telling how happy the king Thorin II in the mountains, direct heir of Durin, was to marry the brave little hobbit come from the shire.
The wedding night was the most exciting part for both, despite their strong desire to be together that both had had from the beginning, tonight would be a first time for both. It was a passionate unique night when they discovered that their bodies were made to fit perfect to each other in the delicious sexual ecstasy. Although Bilbo had a growing fear at first, clinging to the back of Thorin and feel his big hands subtly caressing all his naked body now he was completely convinced that with Thorin felt protected, the wonderful feel of him sliding into him invading to the bottom while filled him with kisses and caresses was the best experience Bilbo had ever had. Although at first it was certainly uncomfortable and painful when Bilbo had finally gotten used to that invasion he thought from now he wanted to repeat it every night.
"I love you Bilbo ..." Thorin expressed in whispery voice near his ear while keeping the penetration of his thick erection inside the small hobbit. Bilbo, ecstatic and forehead beaded with sweat felt a strange feeling in the stomach when Thorin spoke those words, it was the first time that Thorin told him he loved him and he too was now quite sure that he wanted to express it with all passion.
"I love you too, Thorin. So much!" the hobbit mumbled softly and was encouraged to be this time he who kissed the dwarf king. He felt stiffness of the member of his lover husband come again and again inside him. And Thorin discovered how pleasant it felt to be inside him. It felt too hot and tight.
The night of intense sex lasted for a while until the morning when their exhausted bodies fell asleep together. Their bodies still wanted to join in burning lust but that would have to wait to repeat maybe the following night.
Bilbo woke up in the middle of the night, there was any more light than the light of the full moon coming through the slots of the pillars that were in the stone balcony. Bilbo hugged Thorin again before returning to fall asleep with a big smile on his face product of his great satisfaction and joy. His body ached a little, he still felt the wetness of the seed of the dwarf alpha between his thighs. He was not used to sexual activity, rampant invasion, and was terribly exhausted but he was also quite happy to consummate his fiery relationship with the brave Dwarf who had fallen in love and whom he had now joined his life. Bilbo wanted to be happy next to Thorin but mostly wanted to make him happy too. Although he was still incredulous to become the new consort and lover of Thorin Oakenshield he was not going to regret it, he had to be the best consort from now, a little hobbit burglar who now reign for the dwarves.
The next day Bilbo woke up still naked beneath the silk sheets, own of the king. He felt the naked body of Thorin also curl up next to him, subtle contact skin to skin. It was the first morning they woke up together and it was wonderful.
"Good morning little burglar" Thorin hailed his new consort and gently stroked his face. One hand ventured a little to fondle his waist. Bilbo laughed nervously in response and felt warmth invade his face to the ears. He blushed. Then Thorin took possession of his lips in a quick kiss.
After that the two new lovers husbands rose from the bed, with a little embarrassment and shame Bilbo placed one of the sheets around the waist to partially cover his nakedness but instead Thorin did not take care to do the same. The dwarf king instead walked around the room, naked with naturally and that's when Bilbo could see for the first time the virility of his new husband lit with daylight.
Bilbo tried to cover his face with the sheet, to circumvent the look, to ignore him, but his curiosity betrayed him. Thorin was well endowed and that he had could feel intensely when Thorin had made love to him the last night, but to see it so was very different, seeing his member so seemed so prodigious. Naked Thorin caused him an intense furor that Bilbo did not want to feel. Thorin was too attractive and mainly and again the hobbit felt a little small, but really for Thorin, Bilbo had a very sexy body, light and delicate that could ever find in one of his specie.
"Oh, don't be ashamed Bilbo, I'm gonna to cover me with something right now" said Thorin laughable. It amused him how Bilbo was ignored but it was also something that captivated him a lot.
"Oh no, it's not that it embarrasses me, just... it's the lack of custom and ..." mumbled the little hobbit, his sweet voice always sounded melodious to Thorin. Bilbo continued to hold the sheet up to his face with nervous fingers and Thorin smirked and then approached him with every intention of stealing a kiss from his lips and he caressed his shoulder to express confidence in him.
"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, Bilbo" Thorin said in a whisper and Bilbo finally looked straight ahead and spoke with more decisive voice.
"Well, but after all we are now married, right?" said the boldest and coquettishly hobbit while stroking heartened Thorin's face lovingly. Then it was the hobbit who leaned his face towards the Thorin's face to steal a kiss from the lips of his new husband, the sexy king of Erebor. The kiss lasted deliciously for a long period and when they parted their lips at last Thorin could not resist hugging the hobbit completely surrounding his body with his strong arms and lifting him a little from the bed, having again contact skin to skin. Bilbo's bare skin made him so mad.
Both newlyweds adorned themselves with light but flawless outfits for the special occasion. They would have their first breakfast together as husband and consort and between custom of the dwarfs to make a delicious breakfast was a way to continue the celebration as a banquet, the wedding celebration lasted for three days and at that morning there were the most intimate guests to accompany the happy couple and enjoy the first meal of the day with they.
Thorin and Bilbo down the long stairs holding hands, Bilbo could not help feeling a bit uneasy because of that, he thought he could never get used to this new routine. He blushed excessively when they finally reached the hall that was connected with the great breakfast room where the other dwarves were waiting standing for them, among who were of course the happy nephews of Thorin. Thorin's hand taking Bilbo's hand and it was so warm and friendly, sheltering his which was smaller. Bilbo noticed that the roughness of the hand of his husband now contrasted with the faithful way he held his hand. It was totally wonderful.
For his part, Thorin loved to feel the small hand of the little hobbit. It was shaken and wet with sweat caused for his embarrassment, but at the same time, sensitive and warm.
The dwarves present showed their complete joy with applause and shouts of joy, this only caused Bilbo feel even more uncertain but as Thorin felt somehow, held his hand with a little more force and then the king motioned for approval spirits of his guests and said something in Khuzdul and the dwarves shouted in unison. But instead to feel good, Bilbo felt more intimidated. It seemed then that it was something even more critical in his new life with Thorin because was really he did not understand. Bilbo knew nothing of the language of the dwarves and suddenly he felt that this should not be because now he was the consort of the king. He must learn the language of Thorin, the hobbit was totally willing to put all the effort in it. Fili and Kili looked at each other with chuckles in collusion knowingly (or for intuition) of what had happened between his uncle and the lovable hobbit last night in their room, surely they should had a very intense night were the recurrent thoughts of both.
Dwarves and hobbit sat at the table happy. King and consort sitting downtown on beautiful wooden seats made with fine decoration. Bombur and the other cooks brought welcome and served the delicious and nutritious breakfast and before some of the dwarves sang joyous songs. Some stanzas uttered them in the universal language what dwarves, elves, men and hobbits understood, but some more verses sung in the language that Aulë had taught to them, made especially for the dwarves. Again Bilbo felt a little excluded and inevitably shrugged slightly, as he drummed his fingers with the fork. At that moment Bilbo thought for a moment that he wanted Thorin to perceive it, he was feeling excluded for that reason, but after all he was not a dwarf, he was just a hobbit with different features and culture, but contrary to what he wanted, Thorin did not notice. The dwarf king was more concentrated in the pleasant atmosphere of coexistence among all and after all besides he thought Bilbo was enjoying it fully. Thorin then reached out to touch the hand of the halfling on the table, as sign of his real, enormous love, and because he wanted to show that he really loved Bilbo and because this was demonstrated once again in the eyes of all present that he treasured his little hobbit and he wanted to be happy at his side and protect him with his life forever.
All the guests present and the newlyweds enjoyed a delicious breakfast, accompanied by bread with honey and fresh milk. But all the time Bilbo remained serious and a little afar from the coexistence of the dwarves and a then Thorin finally noticed it.
"Is something wrong, Bilbo?" Thorin asked looking at him with some unease but Bilbo kept evaded gaze, trying to pretend he was distracted by the napkin placed on his neck, a custom of hobbit that he could not and would not stop to do.
"Huh? Oh, what do you mean, Thorin?" said the hobbit attempting to sound naive and just looked at him.
"You seem very thoughtful... is therefore what we talked about this morning? Is it because of what happened yesterday?" Thorin asked again softly and then discreetly and pleasantly caressed Bilbo's hand again on the table.
"um, no, there is nothing wrong. I'm fine, really! But you know I'm an honest hobbit and I've always said well it still costs a little getting used to all this" Bilbo spoke between giggles.
Thorin smiled wanly after the hobbit spoke and leaned on his chair back. Then he gave a short laugh and replied.
"Well Mr. Baggins, I know still it's strange for you all this but again I repeat that now you're one of us, now you will rule this kingdom with me okay?" said Thorin with complete candor and patted the shoulder of Bilbo and squeezed gently his shoulder to convey security.
Bilbo smiled but without much effort and decided that for now he should only enjoy the celebration of their marriage.
Later the hobbit had some time to be alone with himself away from the joy of the feast and celebration of all dwarves who now lived in Erebor. He decided to walk to the new paved paths between stone pillars carved by the most skilled dwarves that had just finished building due the special wedding of their important king. While Bilbo was walking sometimes stopped to feel the beautiful pillars for a moment with his hands, doing so he looked up to appreciate every detail in which they had been prepared by the hands of the dwarves who he had taken so much love. Bilbo now was part of them, part of Erebor and the famous family of Durin but felt his heart never would cease to feel the longing to return to his hobbit land and his customs in Hobbiton, in the distant hills between the Blue Mountains and the misty mountains.
The Hobbit continued pondering his thoughts for a long time, he had even lost track of time in which he surveyed the landscape and could see Esgaroth, which now stood magnified in new buildings and also spotted the Mirkwood that looked more distanced. But it was clear that there he could not to see his shire and actually spring didn't seem as beautiful as how flourished between the hills of Hobbiton, among towering trees. Besides, green grass in Erebor there was simply insufficient. He suddenly thought that to live in such a desolate atmosphere could be a little sad for a creature like him, but Erebor stood opulent and glorious.
Anyway Bilbo also loved too much Erebor. Each of the new buildings outside and inside the palace made by the dwarves looked like a dream, unparalleled luxury than any hobbit could only known by legends in such songs that popularized it and, instead, he was vividly within these legends, he was part of them and it would be so during the rest of his reign beside Thorin Oakenshield. He was the most privileged hobbit.
"Oh, there you were!" Thorin exclaimed suddenly behind the back of Bilbo who was watched the distant horizon.
"Thorin hello, sorry... I came to get some fresh air and then I lost a little track of time" said Bilbo and Thorin approached him.
"You have been very thoughtful, Bilbo. Now will you tell me what's happening to you?" asked Thorin curious to know the truth at last.
"Oh well..." The hobbit gave a brief sigh before continuing and hesitating, moved his feet. Then he stepped closer to the dwarf king and decided that he should explain everything being determinant and decisive. A little hesitantly took one of the hands of Thorin and intertwined their fingers in a subtle loving touch. For a moment Thorin thought Bilbo was about to say something really serious.
"Thorin, I...I ..." mumbled the unresolved hobbit and his voice denoted a little nervous, somehow a little afraid to reveal his true feelings.
"What about you…?" Thorin was even more intrigued and this time he was who came closer to the hobbit. There was a brief pause. Then Thorin looked at Bilbo and thought he looked so flawless and adorable that day, wearing clothes of the wedding according to the custom of the dwarfs that the newlyweds should be used for breakfast after the first night as husband and consort and that they should dress so until sunset before proceeding the celebration of their marriage. The fabrics of Bilbo's clothes consisted of ornaments of a light mixture of linen and cotton, handmade in workmanship with some fine inscriptions in runes embroidered in colors and again his curly brown hair was braided beautifully. Being a hobbit, Bilbo was excluded for wearing tight boots of wedding, usually footwear consistent in boots made of a material lighter than usually dwarves used all the time because of their rough activities. Bilbo instead brought his bare feet of hobbit as always.
"Please tell me, Bilbo, don't leave me in suspense" requested Thorin muttering a bit and then squeezed the fingers of the hobbit in his. Bilbo was hesitated a bit again but eventually he continued.
"I love you Thorin, it is that" confessed the hobbit looking at his eyes and Thorin smiled relieved.
"Oh, you told me that last night Bilbo, you know I do it too, so much" The dwarf king tried to get close to kiss him, the words of his consort hobbit incited him to answer such a cute confession with a kiss but before he tried, Bilbo continued speaking.
"But ... I must say, I miss my shire, my hobbit hole, the good food of there... okay, I'm not saying that the food here is not wonderful, and I don't want mean that it bothers me to be here because here is certainly an amazing place, even much more than any hobbit might merit but..." for a moment Bilbo could not help bypass the look a little again, Bilbo really was afraid that Thorin might not understand it, at least not immediately, but even if Thorin did not understand it he was willing to return to his hobbit land in Hobbiton, even if he had to do it alone.
But Thorin understood all instantly. He knew since long ago that Bilbo really wanted to see his home and his people and grinned with affability and quietly he laughed.
"I knew that very well, Mr. Baggins" he giggled.
Bilbo was a little surprised by his immediate tolerance and that caused him great joy.
"So you do not mind then if I ask you to go there again for a while?" Bilbo dared to ask at last and Thorin answer hugged his waist and squeezed a little his body against his.
"No, I couldn't bother about that, my little burglar. In fact you can go back before the start of the summer, and even I would love to accompany you" Thorin said softly. Bilbo was content too much.
"oh really? I really would love you to come with me then!" said the happy hobbit, looked up to see the king in the eyes and then hugged him.
The gentle mountain breeze reached them while they were still blending into that sublime embrace. The breeze ruffled up a little the white robe that the hobbit was wearing. With sunlight settling behind the horizon over the distant mountains Thorin thought the silhouette of the hobbit dotted with sunlight was the most wonderful thing that he had seen. He realized that it was the sunset most beautiful he had seen in his long life and he was very happy to think about of all the sunsets they could enjoy together in times to come until the end of their lives, living together forever.
Bilbo hugged him more and then rose on tiptoe to reach to kiss his beloved husband. Thorin bent to facilitate action. Both wished that the moment would not cease ever.
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Final notes: Okay I hope you have enjoyed this first chapter of the first fic Thilbo that I post on public :) (Because maybe you know well that I have always published fics of Richard and Martin) xD that I cannot post here but I have published all of them on my account on AO3. You can find me there as Kiri Asakura.
And above all I want to apologize because English is not my first language, very sorry if I made mistakes x(
I've actually written several fics of Thilbo in Middle Earth xD but even if those I have written since 2012 the truth is I could never publish any until now :v but very soon I will published all them here and more Richartin as well :v
Well, I have almost finished this fic so I'll update soon ;)