Summary: Dreams come to Dwarves, guiding them to their mates. Thorin decidedly doesn't want his Dream, nor a mate. But some things are unavoidable. AU. Thorin/Bilbo.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Hobbit franchise, including characters, setting, or plots.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Slash, yaoi, hints of incest

Main Pairing: Thorin/Bilbo

Side Pairing(s): Hints at Fili/Kili

Note: I have fallen in love with this pairing. I can't help it. I've read like.. most stories about them together and since I have run out of things to read, I have no choice but to write my own! This is totally AU. Smaug hasn't attacked or taken over Erebor. He might not even be mentioned in future chapters.

Now I'm going to be honest, I have not read the book in ages, so if my stuff seems inaccurate feel free to punt me. Their appearances are based off the movie, which I have only seen once. Thank goodness for Google!

Heads up, there might be non-con in this if I decide to include Azog.

'Italics'- Thoughts of characters

"Italics" – Whispering/Singing

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Chapter One – Insufferable Wizards

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"I do not wish to take a mate. I do not wish to have an heir. Why do you not understand, dense wizard, that I wish to be alone." Icy blue eyes drilled into sky blue eyes with dense wrinkles surrounding them, harsh words uttered through gritted teeth. The wizard in question was a tall chap, with long gray hair and matching beard, clad modestly in billowing robes. He had a staff in hand, and he banged it on the ground in irritation before speaking to the dwarf before him.

"Thorin Oakenshield! You may think I am dense, but it is you who has your head in the clouds! Your father is dead. It is a sad, sorry fact, but a fact nonetheless and you must consider what is best for your kingdom! While your nephews are indeed next in line should you, and let us pray you don't, pass, neither of them are ready for such a task! You need a mate, only that can bear you offspring and continue on your prestigious bloodline.

"Not to mention the fact that you have been brooding for months now, with no hope of coming out of it. Nothing brings you joy anymore. Hold your tongue, for I am not finished!" Thorin sank back against his throne, though he was still entirely rigid as he listened. "What you need is someone to keep you company during long, cold nights. You need someone to bring a smile to that sour face. And that is why, Thorin, son of Thrain, I am proposing a journey to find your chosen one."

"In case you haven't noticed Gandalf, my father is dead. This 'brooding' as you call it, is my way of grieving and if you do not approve you may kindly remove yourself from my kingdom." Thorin's voice was low, but the wizard heard everything he was saying, sympathy flashing in his eyes. Thrain's death had long since been coming after the sickness of his mind took over, but the new Dwarf King had taken the news as though he hadn't expected it at all.

"I am certain I acknowledged your father's passing, and I do sympathize. His death was not easy for any who knew him. But he would not wish for you to push everyone away and suffer! He would rather you live on, let your kingdom flourish and prosper! Granted you are doing a fine job now with everything, but doesn't the thought of having someone by your side interest you? Someone with whom you can share your troubles? It is not wise to be alone with them, Thorin, and I encourage you to consider my offer. Sleep on it for a night. I will return promptly at dawn for an answer." With that, Gandalf swiftly turned on his heel and left with a speed that Thorin wasn't aware he possessed.

"You already know my answer you insufferable wizard!" The King yelled after him, but Gandal simply waved him off as he exited the throne room. Thorin growled angrily as he stood up from his stone throne and began to pace in front of it, arms behind his back. He did not need a mate. He did not need anyone!

"Boy he sure got you upset, Uncle!" The black haired Dwarf jerked his head up as he heard a familiar voice, and sure enough Kili, one of his beloved nephews, was standing there, rocking back and forth on his feet. The younger Dwarf grinned impishly as his Uncle scowled at him. "What did he want? I tried asking him but he was in quite the state."

"Yeah! Did he want you to go on an adventure?" Fili, not far behind Kili as per usual, had appeared as well, placing an arm around his brother's shoulder and leaning against him.

"What he wanted is none of your concern! As I recall you two should be training." Thorin paused in his pacing, staring down at his two nephews with hard eyes as they exchanged sheepish glances.

"Well we were training-" Kili started.

"-but we got bored-" Fili continued.

"-so we decided to visit our dear Uncle!" Kili finished with a flourish of his arms, wincing when his uncle pinned him with a cold glare that would send most fleeing in terror. As it was, the younger male shrunk under his gaze, glad his brother was by his side. Thorin heaved a sigh and rubbed his temples roughly before stalking towards his nephews, standing imposingly in front of them.

"Gandalf wished to inform me that because I have no mate I am somehow inferior as King. Which is a load of horse shit. I need no one beside me to rule. He himself should understand as he is alone as well. Cursed wizard.." Thorin said hotly, not entirely sure why he was sharing this information with his nephews. Generally the Dwarf King kept his thoughts to himself, but he had so many of them as of late that it was difficult to keep them shut inside. Kili and Fili appeared excited to have been told such news, and they grabbed each others arms, dancing around in a circle.

"Uncle Thorin's getting a mate!

Uncle Thorin's getting a date!

Let's hope they accept their fate!"

They sang together, somehow knowing exactly what the other was going to say. Their bond was extremely strong, as everyone knew, and while Thorin was extremely pissed at them, he was still amazed that they could create a song together without speaking to one another about it first. He'd never had that sort of bond with anyone, and for a brief moment he was stabbed with a feeling of sadness.

"That's enough! I am not looking for a mate. I am staying here, in Erebor, where I belong. I will continue to rule my people as I have since my father's passing, and that is that." Thorin's voice was firm and unyielding, and his nephews huddled together as they peered up at him with wide, confused eyes.

"But Uncle.. why would you want to be alone forever? Doesn't that .. make you sad?" Kili peeped, watching many expressions flit over his uncle's face until the King finally settled on cold indifference.

"And what about the Dream? Have you not had it yet? The one that guides you to your mate? They say it comes randomly, when the time is right.. They also say it's bad to ignore it, Uncle!" Fili piped up as well, speaking of the sacred Dream that all Dwarves were supposed to have at some point in their lives that led them to their mates. Age did not matter; the Dream was completely random and occurred when the chosen Dwarf needed their mate most. Neither Fili or Kili had had their Dreams yet, but they expected to have them soon, and they prayed that they would be each other's chosen one.

"I have had no such Dream. Now leave my sight and continue your training." Thorin dismissed the pair with a wave of his hand, turning his back to them and gazing at his throne. He had not been lying when he said he had not had his Dream, and he was greatly relieved for that. Mates, to him, were a burden, a weakness, one that he could not afford to have. He did not see the joy that another person could bring that he could not bring upon himself.

The only problem was, there was no joy to be had, not in the cold King's heart.

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Note: Bilbo appears in the next chapter, which will be written tonight. Sorry this is so short!