When the raven had appeared in his window ceil it was dawn bleeding into mid-morning rays. The dark feathers of the bird glistered in the raising sun as black bead like eyes stared at the tall human male. Said man stared at the bird as if he had never seen such an animal before, before he was running over to his window. He reached the bird in seconds with an out stretch hand. Fingers brushing over the soft feathers, the tall human gripped the letter that once was attached to the crow's talons. Leaving the bird at the window ceil, the human motion for the left over food at his table before taking a seat in front of the fire place. He listened as wings moved before glancing at the smooth, elegant cursive that spelt out his name.

-MIRK-

The human male named Mirk smiled softly as he ran a finger over the writing. He slipped his thumb nail under the lip of the letter before breaking the pale red seal. The seal broke away with little ease and Mirk pulled the letter from its folding. The smooth and elegant writing covered the entire face of the letter. The smile lifted even more as he read through it.

-Mirk, it has been a long time since I have wrote to you, since mother's death. I am not writing in due to trouble but for a pleasant news. However I must tell you my story on how I had arrived to my position. It had started with a wizard.

The wizard was Gandalf the gray, he had invited a band of dwarves into my own home. Of course I did not know this and so one by one all twelve appeared. It wasn't until several hours later that they all fell silent at a knock. A knock of all things. I had opened my door to a very handsome, no I couldn't call him that. I would say he was...was. I couldn't put it in words, but I has fascinated with him.

We had gone on an adventure to reclaim a mountain. Yes, a mountain and yes all thirteen dwarves and I went to reclaim their lost kingdom. We did it, we reclaim the Lonely Mountain, Erebor.

Now to the reason to my letter. This dwarf I had mention before, I and he had bonded. I am the consort to the King Under The Mountain. I believe you would be the right choice to treat my condition.

I am pregnant.

Please send a letter with the raven with your answer.

I wait for your letter,

Bilbo Baggins. -

Mirk set the letter on the side table and looked back at the raven with bright eyes. With sudden motion, Mirk started to search for a parchment and quill. Founding the materials, he started his letter. With quick and smooth writing, Mirk called the raven over before sending it off. He watched it as long as he could before he saw nothing in the clear blue sky.

Turning around, Mirk looked around his opened living area. His gaze first landed on his wooden staff. It's old willow wood twirled, reaching as tall as he was and had long finger like slider wood surrounded an odd color stone like gem. Color danced around the gem as if dancing to a song that it could only hear.

Next his gaze landed on the birthing books that was laid inside the bookshelf with many other books. Mirk walked over to the shelf before pulling the birthing books off with long fingers. Carefully and oddly like treating the books like a lost lover, Mirk looked upon the pages.

Placing the books onto a table, Mirk started for his room. Stepping into the candle lit room, he went for the large double door wardrobe. Mirk opened the doors with a swift flick of his wrist and gazed inside the folded pile of clothes.

In the far corner of the wardrobe was a pack. It was medium in size and it was colored in a light and worn out brown. Straps laid upon the lip of the cover; Mirk gripped one of those straps and pulled it out. Placing it on the wide pillow like bed, Mirk looked back at his clothes.

Taking serval shirts, long and short sleeved, traveling pants soon followed and light weight chain mail of two sizes landed next to the shirts and pants. He next pulled out a another bag that was smaller and started stuffing in serval undergarments in. Once finished, Mirk turned away from the wardrobe and closed it before making his way towards the pile of clothes.

Reaching the pile upon his bed, Mirk opened the pack with quick movements. Refolding his clothes, he placed them inside the pack. Leaving out a long sleeved shirt and pants before placing them to the side. Once the pack was filled and the smaller one was inside the larger pack, Mirk closed the lip of the pack before placing it towards the side. He stripped out of his clothes from the past two days and walked over to another opened area.

This area was large with steam filling it. The warmth kissed and licked at his skin as Mirk walk inside. He slipped into the pool of warm water with a sigh. Lounging in the water, he laid out on his back. Long raven colored hair floated around him like a silken blanket.

Water dripped from his hair as he pulled it over his shoulder after he felt himself relax. He reached over towards the edge of the pool where his soaps sat. He washed his hair with a honey scented scent before washing his body in the same scented soap. Once the suds were shape like a human form, Mirk ducked underwater to wash away the soap suds.

He stood from the pool of warm water before stepping out. As he walked out of the pool, he had grabbed a bottle of smooth and honey smelling soap. However it did not grow into suds, but it was clear and was run through his hair to untangle the mess of curls. He reached out for a towel to dry himself.

Mirk thought back to the letter that the hobbit had wrote to him. The letter was plain, but the emotion in the letter spoke volumes. He smiled. The hobbit had made a life at the mountain and with a dwarf no less. Mirk placed the towel around his head and started to rub softly to dry his hair. The volume of love and enjoyment of said dwarf that the hobbit had spoken of was something and for Bilbo Baggins at his prime had finally found his match, his one, his love of his heart.

Mirk stepped out into his room with the towel wrapped and tied around his hair. He slipped own a small clothe to cover himself before slipping on a pair of black pants. They rode low on his hips, but hugged his legs like second skin. Tight, but not too tight, he needed to be able to move if he had to fight. Next he slipped on a long green sleeved cotton shirt that hung loose around his frame. When he turned around after he slipped on the shirt, Mirk gripped the coat that had been on a hook and the light weight chain mail that he wore more often than the other two.

Slipping them on before grabbing his pack and leaving the room. Looking around the opened living room, Mirk took the bedroll and blanket before strapping and buckling them to his pack. He slipped the pack on and then grabbed his staff. Turning back towards the kitchen and going through the food he had, Mirk grabbed a few things and not forgetting about the birthing books, he also placed them inside the pack with swift fingers before leaving.

He would make it to the closet town before returning to the road. He had needed to go out for food anyways.

~LINE BREAK~

A raven landed on the shoulder of the laying hobbit. Its beak poked at the sleeping male softly until a groan escaped sleepily parted lips. The raven fluttered for a moment above the hobbit, but no other movements came from the sleeping being so the raven decided to stretch out its talons and pinched the creature.

A cry and sudden burst of energy the creature fell over the side of the bed with covers and all. Brown eyes looked over the covers that had fallen over his head and glared hotly at the satisfied bird.

"That was not nice, raven." The hobbit growled out with a soft huff of air. The raven only looked down at the creature with indifference and held out its leg. A pale and yellowy parchment tied loosely around a pale black leg. Slowly standing, Bilbo took the letter and watched the raven leave his room.

"How did you even get in here?" He asked after the bird as if just noticing that he was the only one in the room.

Shaking his head, Bilbo looked down at the letter with furrowed brows. The parchment felt heavy, but he could see that it wasn't thick, maybe less than half of a full page. The seal on the lip of the closed letter was a deep purple with a rune that meant healer. Bilbo smiled at the seal as he opened the letter. Ink dark as night filled the page halfway in smooth hurried writing.

-BILBO-

My gracious Bilbo! It has been a while since the last letter. How is my little hobbit doing among dwarves? I was surprised to read you are the consort to the King Under the Mountain and to read that you had left with this dwarf to reclaim his home. You my dare, are so much like your mother that your father would have had a heart attack.

Now to your reason of your letter, I would be honored to have you, Bilbo Baggins, as my patient. I should arrive to The Lonely Mountain within a week of this letter arriving to your hands.

Until than and blessings,

Mirk, The Healer.-

Bilbo smiled lightly and placed the letter at the side table that sat next to the wide chair he had sat in while reading. He had just placed his hands into his lap with a thoughtful gaze when the doors of his chamber opened. A cold swift of air scattered into the room and the hobbit pulled his legs closer to him to keep himself warm. Brown eyes glanced over to the door and frowned when the door didn't close.

"Hello? Is someone there?" He asked as he stood from his chair. Passing the embers of the cooling fire, Bilbo poked his head out the door. Looking down both sides of the hall, he had found not a thing. He went to close the door when suddenly a pair of hands reached out from the shadows and gripped his widen hips.

"Bilbo." The shadow gasped out as cool fingers slipped into the hobbit's hair. Said hobbit squeaked at the sudden movement and went to attack, however that voice froze him.

"Thorin?" Bilbo asked after his heart wasn't trying to jump out of his throat. A deep chuckle was his only answer before hands swiftly turned him to face whoever held him.

"You doubt that it is I?" The dwarf before Bilbo asked with a rise brow with a soft playful frown.

"Thorin." Bilbo stated with a deep sigh of relief. He placed a soft kiss upon Thorin's cheeks and smiled softly. "I do not doubt thee. However, there are many lassies that wish to have you."

"They would not-" Thorin stopped in mid sentence at the look that the hobbit was giving him. "They would, wouldn't they." He mumbled with agreement

"Yes they would and they have tried." Bilbo huffed out as a recent incident replayed in his mind. He would rather see the lass fall off the side of The Lonely Mountain, but that wouldn't be very hobbit like.

Thorin looked at the darkening look on his hobbit with a frown. About to open his mouth to comment on it, but his gaze was redirected to a piece of parchment on a side table. He moved his hobbit to the side softly without a second thought and started forward.

Bilbo followed the dwarf with his eyes and waited for him to finish reading it before walking towards him. When he stood next to Thorin, Bilbo glanced at the letter before shifting to sit.

"Who's this?" Thorin questioned with a curious look towards the hobbit after setting the letter down and taking the chair across from the one that his hobbit was sitting in.

"Family friend." Bilbo answered while keeping his gaze locked onto the gray ones of his dwarf. "Mirk had helped my mother in her birth."

"Was the birth hard on her?" Thorin asked. He had noticed that Bilbo doesn't speak much about his parents. He didn't understand why not.

"In a sense it was. The birth was easy, but the long termed pregnancy was harsh on her body." Bilbo said with saddens. "We hobbits love children, but mother couldn't have anymore children after she gave birth to me. Mirk had been there just in case something horrible was to happened." Bilbo looked away from the dwarf. Speaking about his mother or father was always hard.

Thorin stood up and circled to his hobbit and kneeled before him. With his knees on the floor, Thorin gripped the thin chin and pulled upwards softly. Their eyes locked. The kiss that they shared was soft and slow. Thorin wrapped his arms around the hobbit and guided them to stand. Pulling away, the dwarf kept their gazes locked together.

"Everything well be alright. With Oin and this Mirk, you'll be fine. I promise, my one." Thorin said softly to calm his hobbit before guiding them to bed. He grabbed the covers and through back into the bed before moving Bilbo under them. Stripping out of his outer layers, the dwarf soon followed.