Hello! I was all proud of updating so much recently…and then decided I could start a new story…HOW FOOLISH OF ME. But I'm still going to do it. This WILL take place in the Lord of the Ring's universe but I'm going to tweak a lot of things. FUTURE Aragorn x Frodo relationship. Insanity doesn't even begin to cover it but all proper credit goes to the original creators and all that jazz. WARNING: This is probably going to be a really long story. There will be slash and FLUFF!
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When you're finally mine and just a wish away…
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In Erebor
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"But Uncle! I can't go to bed without a story! Pleeeeease…!"
Shaking his head at his nephew Bilbo chuckled as he tucked the young Hobbit into his bed. He loved his home here even more than he had ever loved the Shire. It may be under a mountain, but Thorin had the family quarters redone to resemble Bag End as much as possible…though with taller ceilings. The thought warmed him that Thorin had done it just to please him. He would have lived in Erebor no matter how the chambers looked. But Thorin knew that he would always long for the Shire and did all he could to make his beloved happy.
Their little family was complete when he got a message about Frodo's parents. His poor sister and her husband had gone out on a boat and got caught in a storm. It was an unlucky thing but he would be forever grateful to have Frodo in his life. He supposed the young Hobbit was doomed from the start with adventurous parents who did such unhobbit like things such as boating and Uncle who fought dragons and had settled down with a Dwarf King in a mountain. Poor lad.
Finally he caved to those pleading eyes "Yes yes very well…You know I can never resist telling a good story."
"Have I missed the story yet?" Thorin entered the chamber with his usual grace. Now that he had reclaimed his home he was without his armor and kept to a black tunic and pants when he was with his family. He sat down on the bed with Frodo and ruffled the boy's curly brown hair "I have always enjoyed your Uncle's stories…" He gave a sly look to Bilbo as he said this.
Frodo giggled and Bilbo shook his head. If Thorin hadn't already won a place in his heart through their adventure together he most certainly would have gained one for treating Frodo as if he were his own son. He was admittedly worried when Thorin had begun pursuing him. He could not give Thorin the heir he would need, even when Frodo came along he had doubted the Dwarves, kind though they might be to the Hobbits, would appreciate being ruled by one. When he had finally confessed his fears to Thorin the Dwarf King had laughed softly and had reassured him with tender kisses and touches. "I had long ago announced Fili as my heir, as long as he or Kili but aside their…interests long enough to beget an heir the line of Durin will continue."
Bilbo hadn't stopped the tears from coming at that time as he realized just how much his King loved him.
"Bilbo…Uncle Bilbo you were going to tell us a story!"
Frodo's voice broke through his thoughts "Ah yes…Now what one would you like to hear Frodo? The one about the three Trolls? The Dragon? Or…"
Frodo cut him off as he shook his messy hair and blushed softly "Tell me how you and Uncle Thorin fell in love?"
He and Thorin exchanged a glance, wondering at Frodo's interest…but it was a good tale all the same. "Very well…I suppose you're old enough to hear it."
The young Hobbit quickly nestled down in his bed of soft linens and fluffy pillows and looked between Thorin and Bilbo eagerly.
"Well…It all started with an unexpected adventure…"
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"Never in my life have I been treated in such a way and I won't stand for it! I may be nothing more than a Hobbit to you Thorin Oakensheild, but I am a Baggins of Bag End and I have promised to aide you and aide you I will." Bilbo was nearly standing on tip toe to make direct eye contact with the Dwarf King. The Battle of Erebor would be today and Thorin had just announced that Bilbo should turn back at this point. He had fulfilled his contract as far as the King was concerned.
"Put aside your pride you foolish Hobbit! This is a battle, a war for Erebor, it may not even be an enemy who slays you, you could be simply trampled underfoot with your small stature. Not a very glorious end Mr. Burglar. You have done all you can to aide us but now your duty is done and it is time to return to your precious Shire."
The dwarves of their company were wisely keeping back. Though they were not silent as whispered bets were taking place and gold exchanged hands.
"It is no longer as precious to me as it once was." Bilbo said before he was even aware of the words coming out of his mouth. He appeared startled by his own admission but at Thorin's challenging look he bravely continued…It would mean saying perhaps more than he should say…or was proper to say…but he would regret it forever if he did not. "You have become my King Thorin Oakensheild…And I will follow wherever you lead whether you want me or no."
Thorin was stunned by the Hobbits declaration and his face twisted between emotions. "I…I have grown fond of you Hobbit…It would be a sore loss if I gained my Kingdom but lost you…" His voice was soft but it did not diminish the meaning behind his words.
"Pay up Fili." Kili whispered before taking the gold and putting it in his pocket to watch the rest.
It turned out there was no more time to argue. The Battle was ready to begin. Thorin and Bilbo exchanged one last look before the entered the fray together. And came out of it together.
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"That doesn't sound very romantic to me…" Frodo said shifting under the covers as he looked between his Uncles.
Sparing the young Hobbit a grin Thorin leaned in "Your Uncle is very stubborn…I would have wooed him properly if given the chance."
Bilbo rolled his eyes and chuckled "Oh spare me the pride and stubbornness of Dwarves! Goodnight Frodo we shall see you in the morning."
The young Hobbit yawned end curled up on his side "Goodnight Uncles…" He said softly before drifting off to sleep.
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Leaving Frodo's room Thorin wrapped a strong arm around Bilbo's shoulders. "I thought it was romantic…" He murmured bending his head to kiss Bilbo's slightly tipped ear.
The Hobbit chuckled and flushed at the kiss. His hair was beginning to lighten, and Thorin had some grey at his temples, but they were still in love. He sighed and leaned into Thorin "I wonder if he misses the Shire…Though he's told me countless times he's happy here."
Thorin seemed to consider it for a moment "I suppose he might…but he has plenty of friends to play with and more Uncles than he knows what to do with. I know Fili and Kili favor him." He kissed Bilbo's temple "You worry too much my Hobbit. We are safe in the mountain, my people are rebuilding themselves. Frodo has a safe place to call home. What more do we need?"
His King was always able to reassure him. "I know I know…"
As they entered their private chambers which still were inspired by Bag End but were far grander than any proper Hobbit hole would ever be. They prepared for bed and Bilbo approached a tender subject with Thorin "At court today there was an Elf from Rivendell inviting us to visit…I think Frodo would rather like to see the Elves. And didn't Elrond recently adopt Isildur's heir?"
Thorin had known that this topic was bound to rear its head. True while he still harbored a grudge against the woodland Elves….He could acknowledge that the Elves of Rivendell had indeed aided them. He supposed that Elrond was…tolerable. He also knew of Bilbo's fondness for Rivendell and knew that Frodo would indeed enjoy seeing Rivendell for himself.
Many were aware that Bilbo did not take his title of Consort lightly. There were many times that Thorin's pride and stubbornness almost cost he and his kingdom. But each time Bilbo was there in his own quiet and equally stubborn way to reason with the King. This was another of those times. Perhaps if relations between Elves and Dwarves had been warmer the Elves would have risked themselves for his people. He could see from the way Bilbo was already smiling that he knew he had won. "I suppose we should go to Rivendell…We can bring gifts to show Elrond our thanks for his aide."
They settled into bed and Bilbo kissed Thorin tenderly "That is a very wise decision my King."
Thorin chuckled and pressed Bilbo beneath him into the bed. "You know how it affects me when you call me that in bed my Hobbit…"
Bilbo gave a cheeky grin "Perhaps you need to remind me…"
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In his own bed Frodo was staring up at the ceiling thinking about the tale he had heard that night. He smiled, if Uncle Bilbo and Uncle Thorin could find each other…that meant that someday someone would love him too. He curled up and that night dreamt childishly innocent dreams of a future love.
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And there are many paths to tread
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This is the intro so other chapters will be a bit longer! We meet the Elves in the next chapter. Lyrics are from If You Can Dream and Steward of Gondor. Thank you for reading!
