The Hobbit
Thorin x Bilbo
It was just a hug, a thank you if you would, for saving Thorin's life, so why was Bilbo's heart fluttering like a bird in his chest? He hadn't expected the King Under the Mountain to be so warm; so cozy that Bilbo's knees went weak. His legs didn't crumple underneath him though, it felt like he was flying, but it was actually his new found 'friend' holding him up with his ridiculously strong muscular arms. Even if Thorin did notice Bilbo's 'slip' he didn't mention it. They parted and for a moment Bilbo's breath was taken away, though Thorin's face was still bloody from the battle, the wounds couldn't affect his smile, it was beautiful and bright. Of course the moment was broken the minute the dwarf took notice of the Lonely Mountain in the distance, but the Halfling didn't mind. His soul was still on fire from the embrace from before, he now looked at the leader of the company in a new light.
For the next few days Bilbo chided himself for looking too much into a simple thank you hug, but he knew deep down he couldn't save himself from falling like a foolish maiden. Thorin Oakenshield had sent rivers of gold down his veins and to his heart. A look, a nod, an accidental brush of the leg on their onward march, all easily excited Bilbo. It didn't matter at first that Thorin might not feel the same, the hobbit felt as though the key to heaven was in his hand, just like the key to Erebor was in Thorin's. Of course Bilbo wasn't always selfless; as the time went by and the journey continued the hobbit began to pine more and more for the forbidden love of the king dwarf.
While resting at the home of Beorn the Skin Changer, Bilbo Baggins could feel a tension in the air. The origin of the tension was easily traced back to the companies brooding leader. Once again the hobbit was at a lack of oxygen for merely looking in Thorin's direction, his always handsome face was laced with worry. Of course Thorin knew he was being watched by his burglar; he tried to send a reassuring smile his way but apparently it only worried the small man more. With a confidence he normally only had with his ring on, Bilbo took the dwarfs larger hand in his own and lead him to a more vacant area of the house.
"I worry," he started nervously, "about you"
"Thank you Master Baggins" Thorin stated trying to keep his formality and wits about himself. He tried walking off but that little hand just wouldn't release him and Thorin, King Under the Mountain, couldn't pull himself away. The feel of the Halfling's palm against his own felt like a puzzle piece connecting to it's other half; such sappy thoughts made the King blush slightly. Of course any blush the dwarf could've mustered would have never compared to Bilbo's red face, from the tip of his ears to his chin, and suddenly he felt light headed just like he had when Thorin had embraced him. He was sure it was now or never, either get into his heaven or remain in this purgatory state.
"I feel other things too." He sputtered out quickly, taking the still captured dwarf's hand and placing it over his unsteady heart beat.
"Different things, and I only feel them around you, nobody else makes me feel like-." He paused.
"Like this" Courage gathered, he went all the way in his confession and brushed his lips chastely against Thorin's. It was a large step, going from hugs to kisses but when he stepped back he saw the same brilliant smile etched on Thorin's face, just like the last time, and this time Bilbo returned it. They probably stood there for minutes just grinning like idiots at one another but they couldn't have been happier. Bilbo's final thought on the matter was simple and happy.
'So this is love'