a vampygurl402 request and a late birthday gift to arashi wolf princess who's bday is August 30th

I'm so sorry for the late post, huns! Things got crazy here!

I have more stories to post that I'm going to get up as soon as possible! MANY stories!

Anyway, this is my first attempt at Bard / Bilbo...or any Hobbit fanfic so I hope you guys enjoy

also, i didnt take time to spell check so sorry for any errors

PS in this fic THORIN SURVIVES THE Bo5A

ENJOY

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It had been a week's time since the Battle of Five Armies had ended. Thorin, having taken some advice from a certain Hobbit, invited the Elves and men of Dale to stay in the Mountain.

Bard- now king of the men of Dale- was especially greatful by Thorin's change in mind. Though he had assumed that it was because the new King Under the Mountain was injured and didn't want to chance leaving his own people defenseless in case the Goblins had allies that would show up unannounced. However it happened, Bard was just happy that he had some time to think of how to rebuild Laketown so his own people had a home to return to.

He was in his own quaters at the moment, trying to think of where they could harvest lumber from that didn't require paying someone off. After all, with the businesses burned to the ground, Dale no longer had anything to give or trade. Dropping his papers to his desk, Bard groaned and ran his hands through his thick black hair in frustration, trying to rack his brain to come up with something.

A knock came to his door, breaking him from his thoughts.

Huffing in frustration, Bard tried not to snap at the late guest. "Yes, what is it?" His voice came up more worn and defeated than he had intended.

The door opened, revealing one of his own men, younger in age. He refused to look at the newly crowned KIng and shifted nervosuly in the doorway, using the heavy and beautifully carved oak to somehow shield himself from the irritated King. Not exactly a warrior type, but Bard recalled being just as nervous around the lad's age. He was about to press the young man to tell him why he had come to his chambers, but the lad managed to summon the courage to speak. "I'm sorry to disturb you so late, Your Majesty. King Thorin had requested your presence at his bedside. He said it's very important,"

Bard was skeptical and almost turned down the invitation, but his interest was peaked. He had been wanting to speak with the Dwarf but had put it aside until Thorin was healed enough to do business. He's probably wondering when my men and I will finally leave the mountain... Perhaps this would be a good time to being up needing money to do repairs... His mind made up, Bard nodded. "Very well, then. I'll go to see him now. You're dismissed,"

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When Bard finally arrived outside of Thorin's chamber, he still wasn't sure how to phrase the needs of his people delicately enough so as not to get the wounded king worked up.

Despite his uncertainty, the gaurds allowed him to pass and he stepped inside to the lavish chamber, seeing Thorin resting on the large (large for a dwarf, anyway) bed. Bard looked about to see if any healers were around.

"Bard." The former bardsman started in surprise and turned to Thorin who was now resting his gaze on him. "Please, come here," He gave a weak gesture to the chair set up at his bedside.

Bard nodded and quickly moved to take the seat. "I'm glad you summoned me actually. I had a matter to discuss with you," This wouldn't be easy, but it needed to be done.

Thorin seemed to ignore him, however. "It's about the rebuilding of Dale. You need money, do you not?"

Bard's eyes widened in surprise. "I... Yes, and we-"

"You don't have to worry about it anymore," Thorin interupted tiredly. "My former burgler came in only a short time ago and insisted that his part of the treasure should be put towards repairs,"

"Come again?" Was this a joke?

"Bilbo Baggins has signed his fortune over to you to do with as you please. One fourteenth of the gold in this mountain. Balin oversaw the paperwork of it, so it is official. I also sent Dwalin out to tell the others of my people so you won't be harrassed once seen taking gold out of the mountain,"

Bard was stunned. Bilbo? He gave up his entire fortune? Why? "I... Thank you, Your Majesty,"

"Thank Mr. Baggins," he replied, gesturing the other to leave. Bard didn't have to be told twice as he went to hunt for a certain small Hobbit.

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Depsite the fact that it was so late, Bard went to hunt down Bilbo's room. Finally he ran into Kili who - greatful that Bard allowed him to be healed in his home- gave Bard instructions on how to find Bilbo.

On his way to meet the Hobbit, Bard was still trying to make sense of the fact that the small creature would help his people so willingly.

He shook his head. From the moment Bilbo had first spoken to him, the creature was odd. First, Bilbo was the only one who actually bothered trying to strike up a conversation with the former bardsman, asking his name and such. (Unless Bard counted Balin. He was reluctant, though, since he knew Balin was only trying to get a way to the Mountain.) Then later, Bilbo had gone out of his way to make his stay in Bard's home less of an inconvienence, cleaning up after the dwarves and himself and trying to make small talk with Bard's children as though to put them at ease. And then... sending the thrush to tell Bard of Smaug's weak spot...

Bard sighed. The more he was around the Hobbit, the more overwhelmed he felt by Bilbo's kind heart and honest ways. It was amazing to him that someone so small could feel so much: Empathy, kindness, understanding... Love...

Yes, Bard could tell by the way the Hobbit doted on the children when his people came to the mountain and the way he interacted with the dwarves he had traveled too long with that Biblo could love very deeply. He had often found himself watching Bilbo when the smaller was tending to wounds or making sure the young ones had enough to eat.

A small smile came to his lips. He had thought many times that Bilbo's domestic nature was endearing. Cute, even. When the halfling was in his home, cleaning up, he sometimes caught himself imagining that rather than his own large garbs, Biblo was dressed in an apron over his own wardrobe. He would find himself thinking that Bilbo would someday smile and tend to him the same way Bard had seen Bilbo tend to so many others.

He didn't have time to think about it, seeing Bilbo's door.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked firmly, his resolve to thank the creature stronger now. He heard shuffling around and swallowed nervously. It would be the first time in weeks he'd see the Hobbit face-to-face.

When the door opened, Bilbo stood there, wearing a robe tied to cover him. Bard held back the urge to frown. Robe was obviously meant for a dwarf... While Bard knew his clothes were ill-fitting, he couldn't help but feel that his attire suited the Hobbit better. "Good evening, Mister Baggins," he greeted, moving to kneel down so his formal bow actually went lower than Bilbo's head, as was proper.

"Bard?! Ah... That is, King Bard... Wh-what are you doing here?"

Bard glanced up, giving a small smile. "Just Bard is fine. I came to speak to you. May I come in?"

"I...Y-yes, that should be fine. Try not to mind that the place is a mess..." Bilbo stepped aside, clutching his robe tighter to his chest.

Bard smiled at the Hobbit's display of modesty and looked about the room. It really wasn't too much of a mess save for papers and books being placed everywhere, most of them open to some page that obviously caught Bilbo's attention. He moved to sit on one of the armchairs (relieved it wasn't too small for him). After Bilbo closed the door, he took a seat in a chair opposite the now King. "I apologize for doing this so late," he began.

"Oh, no, it's fine. Just... wasn't expecting company... " Bilbo figedted in his seat. "So... What is it that I can do for you, Your Majesty?"

Bard cleared his throat. "Well... I wanted to thank you. I met with King Thorin earlier this evening and he told me of your generous donation,"

Bilbo flushed a deep pink, much to Bard's liking, and gave a nervous smile. "Ah, that. Well, it was nothing really. I had no need for such wealth and even if I did I wouldn't have a way to get it home,"

Bard smiled. "If that were the case, I'm sure the dwarves would have been more than happy to keep a hold of it,"

Bilbo shook his head. "Perhaps, but you have more need for it than they do. Thorin would have been reluctant to part with it if I hadn't signed it over,"

The former bardsman nodded in agreement. He didn't bother to dwell on the King Under the Mountain and his greedy behavior, though. He was too focused on the cute little Hobbit sitting in front of him.

He had a sudden yearning to see Bilbo back in his own home (once he had a home again, that was). He wanted Bilbo tending to his children. He wanted to hear the patter of Hobbit feet in his kitchen as Bilbo helped to cook and clean up.

He wanted to make Bilbo happy. And not just because Bilbo was helping him with the resources to rebuiild Dale. But because... Bilbo was special...

He just needed to think of a way to show Bilbo how much he cared.

He moved to kneel again, giving a shallow bow. "Well, whatever the reason, Master Baggins, I am in your debt," He reached forward, taking one of Bilbo's hands in between his own, making the halfling blush beautifully. Bard's eyes locked with Bilbo's, determination meeting with wide-eyed curiousity. "And I promise that I will find some way to thank you for your generousity," And I will find some way to make you feel for me what I feel for you.

With that, Bard stood and left, leaving Bilbo alone and confused as to what Bard just meant.

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okay so this WAS going to be a oneshot but i changed my mind

maybe

let's see if anyone reviews