Disclaimer: Don't own the Hobbit…
Summary: A poem describing Thorin's gold madness and the hobbit who had so much more to offer. Slash. Thilbo/Bagginsshield.
AN: Hello. This is my first contribution to the Hobbit fandom, so I wanted to start small but am still a bit hesitant on the matter. However, I am willing to give it a go and see how I'm received. Please enjoy!
The Value Given
Gold fever in his eyes, gold fever in his eyes
Curling a frown upon his lips and a crease upon his brow
Paling the skin about his face, his hands and all other places unbound
Stealing his breaths like heavy wine, heaving, praising, whispering sweet
A fluttering gleam of piercing light brights his eye in mountains deep
Gold cradled in his palms and slipping from his fingers
Vast is the fields of cold beauty that glitters so prettily within the chamber walls
Pouring at the king's feet, laden heavy on his chest, so smugly in his arms
Pushing, pushing the heart of blood and flesh and pulsing life from his breast
Down, down, down the coins slip, stained in the bitter crimson hue of existence
The king crackles, a sound unpleasant to those whose eyes see only a sickened man
And oh how those eyes will watch, with a silent, unwavering gaze
As his king, his friend, his last and forever caresses shining bits of treasure intimately
How the one he longs for gazes upon the mounds of stones as a lover in heated passion
With his voice low and husky was he sings of fortune and glory and a throne reclaimed
Sees how his beloved tosses him aside for a lover whose voice is silent and touch is cold
However, a Baggins will not be likened to a mistress for a pile of rocks
A Took is no obedient dog that awaits his master's call
So he does as any respectable hobbit would do
Gives a Baggins' stiff upper lip and lets his Took do the walking
Straight into the lines of the enemy
With naught but a stone in his hand
And love in his breast
For you see
It is Thorin, who is blinded by the shimmer of riches, who cannot see
The beating heart of gold that lies hidden within warm flesh
And the open hands willing to give it to him
If only he'd drop the pebbles in his hands
And reach for it
AN: So what did you think? I know some of it seems very straight-forward, but in regards to quite a bit of the lines, there is far deeper meaning in them which gave them the form they have. So any non-cannon things (other than the slash) that make an appearance in the poem were probably something meant to give meaning, rather than portray actual events.
Please review…