Bilbo rolled onto his side and faced the dwarf that captured his heart two years ago from the very moment the future king stepped into his tiny hobbit-hole in the Shire. He smiled as he admired every handsome feature of Thorin's face. Bilbo let his eyes wander from the very tip of Thorin's forehead where small silver strands of hair mingled with his ebony hairs at the base of his hairline to the sharp and jagged jaw line the dwarf had. He took in the dwarf's rugged beard and the way his brow seemed at ease as he slept, feeling a small smile grace his own lips as Thorin grunted in his slumber. Bilbo hesitantly reached out his hand and stroked the proud dwarf's face; his hands felt the smooth but rough texture of Thorin's face and beard. Bilbo smiled to himself once more as Thorin cracked an eye open and peered at the hobbit, blinking owlishly at the bright sunlight pouring through the window.
"Good morning," Bilbo said, smothering a grin as Thorin promptly grumbled and buried his face in the hobbit's shoulder. "Someone's grumpy this morning."
"Mmpfh tyeerd," Thorin mumbled against Bilbo's shoulder. "Cddnt sphllp."
"I see that," Bilbo replied, running a hand through the dwarf's tangled but soft hair. "You know, for you to sleep, I'll have to get up and close the curtains."
"Mmpfh fynne," came the gruff answer, the vibration of Thorin's voice causing Bilbo to giggle. Thorin lifted his head and squinted at Bilbo who lightly pecked his lips. "What?" Thorin asked, his voice still rough from sleep.
"Nothing," the hobbit said, his giggle turning into a laugh as Thorin nipped his nose. "I should get up."
"Why?"
"To get my day started," Bilbo answered, sitting up and stretching. "A day in the Shire is properly started when a hobbit gets up to make breakfast for his guest and himself."
Thorin smiled, fully awake now. "But I am not a guest."
"Well, while we are just visiting from Erebor," Bilbo began, standing up and barely out of touch of Thorin's reaching hands. "You are a guest of Bag End."
The dwarf grumbled but sat up in bed as well. "Fine," he said. "Then I shall wait for my host to cook breakfast." He winked at Bilbo who coughed and blushed while shrugging on his robe.
"Very well," Bilbo said with a smile upon his lips as he glanced at Thorin before leaving the room and heading for the kitchen.
Bilbo woke with a start. He glanced around the room, his bedroom back in the Shire. Nothing, not a single thing was there. No Thorin, no sunshine, no happy thoughts, nothing.
He was alone.
Bilbo felt tears gather in his eyes and he buried his face in the fluffy pillow beside him and cried his heart out at what had only been a peaceful dream. His dwarf, his Thorin, had died a year ago in the Battle of Five Armies... Bilbo was left heartbroken.