A.N: Okay, I need to stay away from hobbit-kink meme for a while. This is yet another fill for an anon there.
What if Bilbo and Thorin had met before that night in Bag End...
Enjoy!
The pounding at the door echoed throughout the halls of Bilbo's home, silencing the laughter of the dwarfs present. Gandalf looked up at Bilbo and with a soft voice, he spoke.
"He's here."
The dwarfs were now silent and only looked at each other with solemn expressions.
Bilbo looked around the kitchen quickly in nervous shock, and he clenched his suspenders tight to keep his hands from shaking.
Whoever was at the door must be very important to all of them to cause this much silence when just moments ago they were laughing and tossing his mother's china all through the halls.
The wizard moved through the throng of dwarfs, making his way to the door, Bilbo close behind him.
"Who's here? Gandalf? Who else have you invited here without telling me?" The hobbit whispered harshly at him.
Gandalf paused, turned and looked down at the hobbit, a faint twinkle in his eyes, and shook his head.
"Well, let's open this door and find out, why don't we?"
And with no preamble or warning, Gandalf unlatched the door, turned the handle, and let it swing open to allow the hooded figure access indoors.
And as Bilbo moved forward to meet yet another un-invited guest, a rough velvety voice spoke, freezing him in his place.
"Gandalf."
'No, it can't be...'
Large hands, roughened by years of hard labor pulled at the clasp of the cloak
"I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way twice."
Bilbo wordlessly snorted. 'Lost your way twice? How? I live right in the top-most hill!'
The figure pulled the cloak off, finally removing the hood, and revealing an all too familiar face that had not been seen since years past.
"No..."
The figure turned and familiar icy blue eyes locked with his and widened in recognition.
Time stood still for a split second, then it was shattered as they both spoke at the same time.
"Thorin?"
"Bilbo?"
/ ~ / ~ / ~ /
"You see, my dear Frodo, that day wasn't the first I had met Thorin, Son of Thrain, King Under The Mountain. Oh no, that first meeting took place far before that, when I had still a fierce love for adventure and needed no coaxing out the door by a meddling wizard. It was a time when I knew him only as a blacksmith and a friend, and long years before I would find out that he was a king in exile. How was I to know that a single glowing mark upon my door would lead to where I now am at..."
After the Dragon Smaug had laid siege to Erebor and driven the dwarfs from their rightful home, they laid scattered across the whole of Middle-Earth, finding new homes where they could and selling their skills for far less than what they were really worth.
Prince Thorin also journeyed, wandering far across the lands, selling his skills as a blacksmith.
One such journey brought him to the forest of Bywater.
And THAT, my dear boy, is where I come in.