"What are you doing up there?"
Bilbo chuckled and looked up at Thorin, whom was resting on one of the thick branches a fair way up from the ground.
Thorin looked down at him, since it was dark the only way they could see each other was from the roaring fire, which was still a fair bit away.
"I'm not sure, actually. Join me?"
"Why not."
Bilbo managed to climb his way up, but without all the muscle he had gained from the journey so far he may have not been able to handle it.
He had given the prince alot of space, but the prince was feeling rather bold.
"Come here, Hobbit." he purred.
Bilbo blushed slightly and shifted closer.
"No you fool, like this." Thorin took the hobbit by the shoulders and pulled him to his chest. He smirked.
"TH- Thorin!" the hobbit squeaked in surprise.
The prince stayed silent as he wrapped his arms gently around him, different from his usual self.
Bilbo found himself, rather calm actually. He relaxed and let himself sink into the dwarf's chest.
Scents of leather, fur, and wood smoke calmed his senses, but there was also the hint of blood, even though they had cleaned themselves in a stream earlier this very day, or night, seeing as the sky was black with stars quite unlike the ones we see today.
They were brighter, some were green, even blue near the east horizon, there were also many moving, white streaks showing up occasionally. Balin had called them meteors.
Thorin wrapped his arms just a bit tighter around the hobbit, seeing as he felt the halfling's small frame soften, and sink. He smiled and felt himself getting tired, shutting his eyes himself, but only for a moment. He was to stay on watch tonight.
Bilbo had sunken into a deep, deep sleep. He made a quiet whimper in his stupor that set the dwarf on edge.
Thorin stayed awake, and held the hobbit through his nightmares until he woke.*