AN: So I move pretty fast in this chapter, but to my defense, I wasn't even intending to make a second chapter. So yeah. Hope you like it anyways. Oh, and the T version is basically just this without the smut in the beginning.
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"Thorin, we need to talk." The Dwarf King's head snapped up at the sound of Bilbo's voice. Frankly, he didn't like the sound of those words. But he stood from his place at Beorn's table and followed Bilbo into the empty study anyways. Bilbo closed the door behind them and sat down in one of the giant armchairs. Thorin took the one opposite of him and waited for Bilbo to start talking. "It's about what we did...when I was touch starved." Bilbo stated.
"And the first night we got to Beorn's. And last night." Thorin added with a self satisfied smirk. Bilbo blushed right to the tip of his ears and cleared his throat.
"Yes, those nights. I-I should have told you sooner, I just..." He faded off, biting his bottom lip. Thorin's brow crinkled in worry and he leaned forward, taking Bilbo's small hand in his own.
"It's okay Bilbo. Whatever it is, it will be okay." He promised. Bilbo took a couple deep breathes and then sighed.
"I think I may be pregnant." He admitted, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to see Thorin's reaction. The Dwarf King said nothing for the first few moments. And then the first few minutes. And when the silence had stretched to nearly five whole minutes, Bilbo had to look. He opened his eyes sheepishly and recoiled lightly at the look on Thorin's face. A mixture of confusion and doubt. "M-Male Hobbits can get pregnant, when there are no females around. I never expected it to happen to me, because of my age, but I...I think it has. I crave the strangest foods and my feet have been swelling and sometimes I can hear little heartbeats in my ears-"
"Heartbeats? There's not just one?" Thorin interrupted, his confusion and doubt morphing into awe. Bilbo bit his lips again and nodded.
"I can hear two heartbeats. B-But it might just be my imagination! I-I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you sooner!" Bilbo covered his face with his hands, hoping that he wouldn't cry. Thorin gently pulled his hands away from his face and then leaned forward to kiss Bilbo.
"I'm not mad Bilbo. I'm...amazed! You...you're pregnant! This is wonderful news!" Thorin grinned happily and pulled the stunned Hobbit onto his lap. One of Thorin's hands settled on his belly and the warmest, happiest smile covered his face. "I think I can feel them. The heartbeats. My children. My little babies." Thorin sounded in absolute awe at the situation. He kissed Bilbo again, but his smile fell when he saw that Bilbo was still a little shocked. "What is it?"
"I-I thought you would be furious. I was worried you would send me away, because it's considered unnatural to other races for a man to have children." Bilbo admitted nervously. Thorin looked confused again for a moment before he kissed Bilbo, quite deeply and leaving Bilbo with no illusions as to his feelings on the matter.
"I have never been happier in all my life Bilbo Baggins. You're giving me not one, but two children. My One, my spectacular One." Thorin rumbled possessively. Bilbo smiled.
"I love you Thorin." Bilbo whispered, nuzzling the Dwarf King. Truth be told, his skin still buzzed when he came into contact with Thorin. Not so much with the other Dwarves, but whenever he touched his One, his skin felt like a hive of bees lived beneath it.
"Prove it." Thorin said smugly, claiming Bilbo's mouth again. Bilbo eagerly complied, sliding a bit so he sat straddling Thorin's hips. "My One. The mother of my children." Thorin purred, running his hands down Bilbo's back and over the curve of his bottom. "My beautiful Hobbit." He added, squeezing Bilbo's bum and causing a fierce blush to cover his face. How Thorin adored that blush. He tried to see it as often as possible.
"Maybe we should go somewhere more private." Bilbo suggested. He barely got the words out before Thorin stood, tucking Bilbo under his arm like he was nothing but a Dwarfling.
"Ah, there you are Thorin! We need to talk about-" Balin stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw Bilbo under Thorin's arm.
"Not tonight Balin. See you in the morning." Thorin called over his shoulder. He opened the door to his chambers and went inside. Balin smiled and was about to turn around when Thorin poked his head out again. "By the way, Bilbo's pregnant with my children. Spread the news." And then the door was shut and the white haired Dwarf could only stare at it for a few moments. Hobbits really were strange creatures.
"You really think they'll be okay with it? Me being pregnant?" Bilbo asked anxiously. Thorin deposited him on the plush bed before joining the Hobbit moments later.
"I think they'll be a little wary for a bit, but then overjoyed for us." Thorin said dismissively, turning his attention to making marks on Bilbo's neck. There were already a few of the love bites present, but in Thorin's opinion, there could never be too many.
"What about Fili and Kili?" Bilbo gasped, but he was also concentrating more on what he was doing than what they were talking about. He was deftly untying the laces of Thorin's tunic, the way only his thin Hobbit fingers knew how to.
"They will be the happiest of them all." Thorin shrugged, pulling Bilbo's shirt over his head. "Now hush, we have more important things to think about." Thorin rumbled with a sly smirk. Bilbo mirrored it before leaning up to kiss the mirth off his One's face. Suddenly Thorin pulled away, a look of concern on his face. "This won't hurt them, will it?" He asked, putting his hand on Bilbo's belly again.
"They're barely a few weeks old, they'll be fine. When they're bigger we should be more careful, but for now, if you don't fuck me I will kick you out of this room for the next week." Bilbo promised, twisting his hand into Thorin's hair to bring the Dwarf's mouth back to his. Thorin attacked with vigor after that, practically tearing Bilbo's trousers off and leaving a trail of love bites down the Hobbit's chest. When he reached Bilbo's stomach though, his biting and sucking turned into small fluttering kisses and loving little nuzzles.
"Do you know what race they'll be?" He asked curiously, his hands never ceasing their wandering. Currently one hand was rubbing up and down the inside of Bilbo's thigh as the other rubbed little circles into the small of Bilbo's back.
"They'll be a...mix, probably... But they'll...both be girls." Bilbo explained between pants. Thorin's hands froze and the most awed look came over his face.
"Little girls?" He asked. Bilbo nodded, curiosity stretching over his features. "Oh Bilbo. You don't understand. There are very few female Dwarves. They're rare, and they're treated like royalty, every last one of them. The fact that ours will actually be royalty only means they will be more beloved. Oh you are the most magnificent creature, Bilbo Baggins. You're giving me two little girls, the best treasure of them all." Thorin told him reverently, coming up to kiss his lips again. "How do you know they'll be girls?" He asked once he pulled away from Bilbo's lips.
"Well, male Hobbits always bear girls, since the only reason a male would need to bear children would be because of lack of females." Bilbo told him with a small smile.
"Fantastic. You're absolutely bloody fantastic." Thorin told him warmly.
"Yeah, but remember that bit about me kicking you out?" Bilbo said cheekily. Thorin's smile turned into a smirk and he reversed their positions so he was laying on his back and Bilbo was straddling his hips.
"Well, go ahead then." He said with a rather predatory smile. "I shouldn't have to do all the work." He added when Bilbo gave him a bit of a stink eye.
"Of the two of us, who's pregnant again?" Bilbo replied snarkily. Thorin only smirked and rolled his hips up. Bilbo gasped a moan and tugged Thorin's trouser down over his hips, just enough that Thorin's member was freed. Bilbo stared down at himself for a moment before a shit eating grin spread over his face. He locked eyes with Thorin before very deliberately putting two of his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them. Thorin knew Bilbo was putting on a show for him, and it was working. He felt himself fully harden as he watched the Hobbit wet his fingers. Bilbo, once content with how slick his fingers were, slowly let them drift down his bare chest and between his legs, pressing one of his fingers into his entrance and letting out a low moan as he did so.
"Mahal Bilbo..." Thorin murmured, entranced by the sight of his One. The Dwarf ran his hand up Bilbo's stomach and chest, teasing his sensitive nipples as the Hobbit stretched himself. The moans Bilbo's uttered were positively sinful, and every one of them went straight to Thorin's hard member. "Hurry little Hobbit." Thorin warned. Bilbo gave him another mischievous smile.
"You're so impatiently my love." Bilbo muttered between his ragged breathes. Thorin couldn't help but to quickly pinch Bilbo's nipple, a little yelp coming from the Hobbit, followed by a pout. Bilbo deliberately slowed the motions of his fingers, drawing it out longer. Thorin growled once before flipping them again, swatting Bilbo's hand from between his legs and replacing it with his own. He stretched Bilbo quickly and thoroughly, drinking up the sounds his Hobbit made.
"You should know better than to tease a Dwarf by now, my dear." Thorin muttered. Bilbo couldn't help but smirk.
"The same could be said of you and Hobbits, my love." He replied. Thorin removed his fingers and reached over to his nightstand for the bottle of oil they kept there. When he finally lined himself up with Bilbo's entrance, the Hobbit was looking up at him with the most heated, passionate gaze. "I love you Thorin." Bilbo said warmly, and Thorin felt his heartbeat kick up.
"I love you too, my One." He smiled before thrusting into Bilbo. With their emotions raging out of control, and pure love pulsing from both of them, neither lasted long. But it was blissful and wonderful and Bilbo had never felt happier in all his life. When Thorin pulled himself from his Hobbit and brought Bilbo close to him, the Hobbit began laying kissed over Thorin's jaw and neck. "Be careful, Hobbit. I might have to prove my love again." Thorin murmured sleepily.
"I don't mind." Bilbo smirked, but settled and laid his head on Thorin's chest. They were both asleep before they knew it, but they both had smiles on their faces. And both were indescribably happy.
OOOOO
Mirkwood was much different than Bilbo expected. It was...terrifying. He had heard tales of the beautiful Greenwood all his life, from his mother and his books, but this wasn't the Greenwood. Not anymore. Whatever was making the forest sick was something very bad. Bilbo could feel it from the tip of his ears to the hair of his feet. It was just...wrong. The only good thing about it was that Bilbo had an excuse to cuddle up with not just Thorin, but any Dwarf who offered. They all wanted comfort, and Thorin had no reason to be jealous, especially not after the special and heated night he and Bilbo had shared at Beorn's house. Bilbo didn't have to worry about slipping back into Touch Deprivation at all.
And then the spiders had attacked, and the Elves as well, and in the confusion of it all, Bilbo forgot to put on his invisible ring. He was bound and searched just like the others, though thankfully the Elves didn't think anything of his ring and let him keep it. It was when they were being led across the bridge into the Elvenking's palace that Bilbo's mind clicked. This was Thranduil, the Elf King that Thorin despised above everyone. Well, except Smaug and Azog he supposed. This was the one that Thorin forbade him from speaking to. The one Thorin would be gladly banish from Erebor if it meant keeping his eyes off of Bilbo.
He glanced at Thorin, only to find that the Dwarf King's eyes were already on him. Burning like blue flame, tearing into Bilbo and pleading with him not to engage with Thranduil. At all. He nodded with a small smile, and Thorin's shoulders lost some of their tension. Tension which was regained the very second they were brought into Thranduil's throne room and made to stand in a line before the Elf's keen blue eyes. Thorin wormed his way over to stand next to Bilbo, or somewhat in front of Bilbo, as if he could hide the Hobbit from Thranduil's gaze.
"Thorin Oakenshield. What a pleasure to see you again." Thranduil drawled with no emotion in his beautiful voice. Bilbo shook his head slightly. Where had that come from? Beautiful voice? Thorin had a beautiful voice. And eyes. And braids. And- "What brings you here, trespassing in my Kingdom?" Thranduil asked, though he sounded more bored than Bilbo did when he sat through Lobelia's tea time gossip. Bilbo could see Thorin opening his mouth, probably to deliver some scathing remark or bitter accusation, but thankfully, Balin stepped in quickly.
"We were merely passing through to the Iron Hills." The wise elder Dwarf said with an innocent smile. Thorin muttered under his breath, but even Bilbo didn't catch it. Thranduil smirked, and it was a very cold smirk.
"Indeed." He sneered. Bilbo felt a little jolt run through him when Thranduil's eyes slid off of Thorin and onto him. He felt the Elvenking observe him, even though he was mostly hidden by Thorin, and then he smiled. And that scared Bilbo more than anything. "Legolas, the Halfling." Thranduil ordered, and the blond Elf who cut Bilbo out of his cocoon grabbed him by his arm and led him forward.
"No! Let him go!" Thorin yelled, struggling against his binds and the Elf guards who stepped up to keep him in line. Bilbo kept sending fearful glances over his shoulder at Thorin, who was looking less angry and more panicked the closer Bilbo got to Thranduil. Of course the Elvenking noticed, and he found himself increasing intrigued. He had never seen a creature like this. He was fairly sure he was a Hobbit, but the Shire was so far away from Mirkwood that he had never met with one of the Halflings before. What would a Hobbit be doing traveling with a group of Dwarves? And why would Thorin Oakenshield be so protective of him?
"King Thranduil, really, you shouldn't take Bilbo away from Thorin!" Kili blurted out, all of their eyes going to the young archer.
"And why, prey tell, should I listen to you?" Thranduil asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Bilbo is Thorin's One. Even you must know the significance behind that!" Fili provided when Kili looked about ready to yell at the Elf. The way Thranduil talked down to them, like they were all children, was maddening. And it pissed Kili off somehow more than the others. Thranduil's eyes flicked from Fili to Thorin and to Bilbo, before they examined the Hobbit closer. There was nothing apparently special about the Halfling. He was quite attractive, and there was some kind of subliminal charm that radiated from him, but the One of a Durin?
Thranduil beckoned Bilbo closer, and when the Hobbit couldn't seem to make himself walk, Legolas gave him a light shove forward. Bilbo stumbled a little, ending up right between the Elvenking's legs. And oh the curse Thorin let loose at that... Thranduil narrowed his eyes, intent on discovering what made the Hobbit so very curious. Beneath the dirt and grime he had collected during his trek through Mirkwood, Bilbo had fair, pale skin and golden curls. His eyes were a lovely shade of blue, but not as striking as Thranduil or Thorin's eyes. The Elvenking could sense some kind of innocence, and kindness, within the creature that confused him. What would a soft little thing like a Hobbit be doing with a group of Dwarves, especially with Thorin Oakenshield. And how in the world had he ended up as Thorin's One?
Thranduil was about to shrug and give up when he noticed the bump. He wouldn't have noticed it at all, but for the way Bilbo shifted his arms in his binds, pulling his shirt taunt over his stomach for a moment. And displaying the slight roundness to his stomach. Thranduil hesitated before reaching forward and making short work of the bottom buttons of Bilbo's shirt.
"Don't you touch him!" Thorin roared, but Thranduil wasn't listening to him. He was very interested by the sight before him. The Hobbit was pregnant. A male Hobbit, Thorin's Hobbit, was pregnant. Bilbo was looking at him with wide, scared eyes, and was obviously uncomfortable. Thranduil gave him a reassuring smile and buttoned up his shirt once more.
"How far along are you?" Thranduil asked curiously. Bilbo seemed a little surprised that Thranduil could tell and he looked down at himself.
"Is it really noticeable already?"
"Only just." Thranduil assured him. Bilbo nodded, though he still looked bothered by the fact that he had so easily known. "I must admit I'm fascinated. How is it that a male creature can hold a child? You are a male, are you not?" Bilbo sputtered indignantly for a moment.
"I am definitely a male!" He said fervently. Thranduil smiled at his reaction, then gestured for Bilbo to explain himself. "Hobbits have an ability when there are no females around, it allows Males to bear and deliver children." Bilbo explained. Thranduil steeped his fingers beneath his chin.
"Interesting. Do you know what the species will be? Or the gender? I imagine it's not a usual practice anymore, considering Hobbits have fairly proportional gender percentages, if I remember correctly. How will the child be born?" Thranduil had never been so interested by something in his life! Unfortunately, Thorin spoke up before Bilbo could reply.
"Bilbo." Thorin murmured, and the Hobbit immediately looked to him. Thorin gave him a look that said everything. You're talking to the Elf. You should not be talking to the Elf. He's bad, remember.
"Sorry." Bilbo murmured.
"I do not blame you my love." Thorin said with a small smile. "You on the other hand. Leave my One alone." Thorin growled at Thranduil.
"Yes yes, how adorably possessive of you. Legolas, escort the Dwarves to their cells. I'll take the Hobbit to the healers. I'm sure you're in need of nutrients, after your journey through the forest." Thranduil ordered, standing and putting a hand on Bilbo's shoulder.
"Thorin-" Bilbo started to reassure his One, but the Dwarf was already yelling and cursing in Khuzdul as Elves tried to drag him away.
"You really shouldn't separate a Dwarf from his One, especially if his One is pregnant." Balin told Thranduil calmly, not fighting the Elf that was leading him away. Thranduil sighed, like he was indeed dealing with children.
"Surely Thorin will realize that I have no intentions of keeping him separate from his pregnant One. I intend to make sure there is nothing physically wrong with my guest, give him a good dinner, and a fine room. It would be cruel of me to deny such things to one who holds life within them." Thranduil drawled. Thorin quieted his rant to mutters, but he stood his ground when the Elves tried to usher him out again.
"If you hurt him-"
"Thorin really, only a barbarian would hurt a mother with child. You are considered the mother, are you not?" Thranduil looked down at Bilbo, who nodded. "I will take good care of Bilbo. If he wishes it, I will personally escort him to see you once he has been well looked after by my healers. Until then, you would do well to obey my commands. I could always kick you out and keep Bilbo here all to myself." Bilbo's heart jumped to his throat at that, and a low growl escaped Thorin's throat. "As I thought. Run along now, with the rest of your company." The King smirked.
"Bilbo." Thorin called his attention, and once he had Bilbo's eyes locked on his own, he smiled, as much as he could. "I love you." The Dwarf King promised. Bilbo stuttered a breath and tried to smile back at Thorin.
"I love you too." Bilbo replied. Thranduil rolled his eyes again, and gestured for his Elves to remove Thorin. The Elvenking untied Bilbo's binds and gave him that reassuring smile again, though it did nothing to make Bilbo less nervous.
"Follow me. I'm sure my healers will be just as interested in your condition." Thranduil ordered as he started to walk away. Bilbo had no choice but to follow. He doubted he would get far if he tried to go after the Dwarves, and he didn't want to chance being rough handled. Besides, Thranduil said he could go see Thorin once the Healers were done. And he had never liked being a difficult patient anyways. He was a respectable Hobbit still! Well...mostly respectable.
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"Uncle Bilbo will be fine, I know he will." Kili was the one to break the tense silence in the dungeon after a few dozen minutes of quiet. He and Fili were in a cell across the way from his Uncle, so they got to see his face. Currently it was set with anger, directed fully at the Elvenking. Thorin didn't reply, he just glared at the floor in front of him. They could all tell that he was on edge. His One, the mother of his child, was currently in the care of Thorin's least favorite Elf in Middle Earth. He had no information regarding Bilbo's location, or condition, and it was driving him to his very last nerve. If he didn't get to see Bilbo soon, he might just declare war on every last Elf in Mirkwood. Fili cleared his throat to try and sooth Thorin. Maybe he would have better luck.
"I'm sure Bilbo is fine, Thorin. You know Thranduil will not hurt him-"
"But what if the journey hurt him! He was stung by those spiders just as we were, and the last few weeks spent in Mirkwood must have had an effect!" Thorin was pacing now, clenching and loosening his fists periodically. "I knew he was with child and I let him go through that damn forest! And now I have no idea where he is, or what Thranduil might be doing!"
"Thorin, knock it off!" Dwalin growled from where he was laying down in the cell with Balin. "Yer acting like something is definitely wrong. Just sit down and try to relax. That frilly King said he'd bring Bilbo by when the healers were done with him." Dwalin reminded the Dwarf King, who huffed but did as his friend said. His feet never stopped tapping nervously though. It took hours before there was the sound of Hobbit feet in the dungeons. Thorin would know the sound anywhere.
The Dwarf King sprang to his feet and pressed himself eagerly against the bars of his cell, his eyes seeking out his One. Bilbo appeared moments later, eyes darting from cell to cell and one arm wrapped protectively around his stomach. When he saw Thorin, he broke out into a run until he slid to a stop outside the bars. Thorin immediately wrapped his arms around the Hobbit and brought him as close as the bars separating them permitted.
"Oh Bilbo! My Âzynugel! I've been so worried! Are you okay? Are the babies?" Thorin immediately asked, holding Bilbo at arms length so he could look him over. Bilbo was out of his filthy clothes and in a long silver tunic, a pair of green trousers beneath it. And he was sparkling clean, no longer caked in dirt and grime. The smile on his face could put the Arkenstone itself to shame.
"I'm fine, the healers said I'm completely healthy. And the babies are fine too."
"Oh thank Mahal. I love you my little Hobbit." He whispered, kissing Bilbo tenderly.
"Gross." Kili muttered from across the way.
"Never knew uncle was a sap." Fili agreed. Bilbo chuckled as Thorin glared at the two over his shoulder. "So Bilbo are you going to be Thranduil's guest instead of his prisoner?" Fili asked.
"Yes, he invited me to stay in a guest room and to join him and his son for meals. He also says I would be welcome to stay here when you guys continue on with the journey. But I told him that would be ridiculous." Bilbo chuckled, but Thorin frowned.
"You should stay here. Where you can be safe, and healthy. As much as it will pain me to be separate from you, it would be the best course. And I will send for you when our journey is done." Thorin frowned even as he said it. He didn't want to be parted from Bilbo, but he would not put his One and his children in danger.
"No! Thorin I'll be fine! I don't want to stay here, wondering constantly if you're alright. It would be like torture, never knowing what was happening to you." Bilbo immediately protested, grabbing Thorin's hand like it would disappear.
"Your Dwarf is right, it would be much safer for you to stay." Thorin hadn't even realized Thranduil was standing a few feet away, watching the two with sharp eyes. But now he turned a glare on the Elvenking.
"As much as I hate to agree with an Elf, you should stay." He growled. "I would not be able to live with myself if anything happened to you." He added in a softer tone.
"Thorin-" Bilbo looked like a fauntling, his eyes as wide as plates.
"Bilbo please. I need you to be safe." There was silence for a few moments as Bilbo tried to think of something that would change Thorin's mind. But he knew now about the stubbornness of Dwarves, and he doubted he would every be able to convince his love.
"Please promise me you will be safe as well." Bilbo whispered, his eyes tearing up slightly. Thorin gave him his most reassuring smile and brought Bilbo's forehead against his own.
"I promise my love." He whispered, kissing Bilbo lightly.
"There is of course the matter of your release." Thranduil spoke up again, and Thorin had to pinch himself to keep from snarling at the Elvenking.
"What do you want, Elf?" He demanded harshly.
"You know exactly what I want Thorin, you were there that day." Thranduil drawled. Thorin remembered the day in question. The day when Thranduil came to Erebor to pay homage to Thror, who was already sick with Gold Madness. Their arrangement, crops for the star jewels, had lasted so long by that point that no body expected what happened. Thror had offered the chest of jewels to Thranduil and just before the Elvenking could claim them, the chest was snapped shut and carried away. It shocked everyone, and Thranduil stormed out, never to come to Erebor again. And never to offer aid to her people either. Thorin knew it was unfair of his grandfather, and he had been very confused and disappointed when Thror had done it. But now that he was faced with the same choice, he found it harder than expected.
"Thorin?" Bilbo asked, noticing the hesitance to answer. The Dwarf King looked down at his One, his beautiful One carrying his beautiful children, and he knew he had to do the right thing. If he never left this place, how would he ever be able to give his One and his children their home? It was just a few star jewels anyways.
"Very well Thranduil. You shall receive what is rightfully your." Thorin agreed. Bilbo smiled slightly, as did Balin in the cell next to the Dwarf King. For a moment Balin had been worried, that Thorin would be more liked his grandfather than was healthy. But Thorin was still very much himself. And he could see reason.
"I shall have you released and give you an guide to Lake Town. But, do be careful with that Dragon. It would be a shame for so many to die." Thranduil winced subconsciously, feeling his hidden scars burn as he spoke of Dragons. "I will escort Master Baggins to the Mountain once I have heard, for sure, of your success." He added when Thorin gave him a bit of a glare and tightened his hold on Bilbo.
"If anything happens, anything at all, I want you to send a raven to find me, alright?" Thorin demanded of Bilbo, who nodded enthusiastically. "And no falling in love with frilly Elves while I'm away." He added, to get a smile out of the Hobbit.
"I'm surprised you're joking about such things." Bilbo chuckled.
"So am I actually." Thorin replied. The two lapsed into silence, just holding each other through the bars of the cell, until Thranduil cleared his throat.
"I would be delighted to host your company for a night in the guest rooms, before you go on your way tomorrow." Thranduil proposed, and Thorin reluctantly agreed. As soon as his cell was open, he pulled Bilbo into a real hug, and seemed to have no intention of letting him go.
"If we only have tonight together before you go, shall we make it memorable?" Bilbo asked slyly, just loud enough so Thorin could heard. The Dwarf King grinned wolfishly.
"You'll be the death of me, Halfling." He rumbled.
"Well...at least you'll die happily."
OOOOO
When the raven came from Erebor, announcing that the Dwarves had retaken the mountain and that Smaug was dead, slain by Bard the Bowman, Bilbo was justifiably excited. He was still relatively small, his baby bump barely noticeable, but Thranduil was still hesitant to let him travel. In the end, his Hobbit stubbornness left no room for argument, and they set out the next day, Thranduil and Legolas riding on either side of Bilbo's pony.
"The letter said that Thorin is currently hosting quite a few men of Lake Town, and that Dain Ironfoot has been sent for from the Iron Hills. Which means there will be limited space for my men." Thranduil explained to Bilbo as they rode.
"But you've brought a whole army with you." Bilbo pointed out.
"The letter also said that an army of Orcs and Goblins are marching on the mountain, and that our help is needed. Which means you will stay in Lake Town when we reach it and after the battle is done, Legolas will come and fetch you." Thranduil told him. Bilbo frowned and then pouted.
"So I'm going to be left behind again?! And wasn't Lake Town destroyed?"
"It still floats, and the women and children still remain with some protectors. You will stay there Bilbo Baggins, you will not endanger your children." Legolas said pointedly. Bilbo pouted for a good ten minutes before he looked at Thranduil.
"You'll make sure Thorin lives, won't you? I'm staying in Lake Town to protect my children, but you must protect their father. I can't raise them on my own."
"I will do my best Bilbo." Thranduil promised. They didn't arrive in Lake Town until the next day, and Bilbo still fussed over being left behind. But then he met Bard's daughters, and he was content enough to sit and talk with them. Thranduil and the Elves of Mirkwood marched on towards Erebor, and were greeted at the gates by Thorin and Balin.
"You left Bilbo in Lake Town, like I asked?" Thorin immediately demanded when Thranduil approached him.
"Naturally. He should be no where near what will surely be a very bloody battle. Are your estimates correct, are their numbers really so great?" Thorin solemnly nodded his head. He wasn't any more excited about the prospect of bloodshed than any of them.
"As much as it pains me...I must thank you for watching over him. He is more important to me than anything. But I must ask...did he...cuddle with any of you?" Thorin winced just asking the question. Thranduil and Legolas exchanged smirks and nodded.
"Don't worry, it was with our female commander, Tauriel, who feel no attraction to Bilbo, nor Bilbo to her. My son and I offered, but Bilbo explained that you would be quite angry if it was one of us." Thorin breathed a sigh of relief. "Dwarves are very possessive beings." Thranduil added. "Now, shall we commence battle strategy? I understand Bard is already here, and I heard rumor that Gandalf the Grey was on his way."
"We'll need all the help we can get." Thorin sighed. "Come inside." Thranduil looked around as they walked, talking note of all the Men and Dwarves around, interacting peacefully and even happily. It was not what he expected. Honestly, he thought Thorin would be mad with Gold Sickness by this point.
"How have you been coping with retaking your home?" He wondered as they walked. Thorin chuckled and shook his head lightly.
"You mean, why am I not Gold Mad?" Thranduil merely shrugged. "I have something more important than Gold to think about. Bilbo is more precious to me than a thousand Arkenstones, and once we finish the impending battle, I would be more than glad to repay you for caring for him. As well as for past grievances done to you by my grandfather."
"I am surprised, and pleased, that you are so healthy, and fair. I think Erebor has a bright future if you continue this way." The Elvenking allowed himself a rare smile for the Dwarf King, and Thorin returned it.
"Well family should always come first. The day I forget that, you have my permission to smack me back into reality."
"I think your nephews will take care of that before Thranduil can be sent for." Balin commented from the other side of Thorin. They all laughed, and for a moment, it seemed like all would be well.
Once the battle started, it was like nothing could go right in the world. There were so many dying, on both sides of the battle, and it appeared to be never ending. Just when things seemed most daunting, the Eagles, Beorn, and Gandalf arrived. Azog was slain by Dain, and Bolg by Bard. Thorin was heavily wounded, but thanks to Thranduil and his Elven healing, he recovered. Fili and Kili were also severely hurt, Fili losing his left leg up to his knee and Kili nearly loosing sigh in his right eye. But they also recovered, and Fili didn't let his amputation ruin his spirit.
Bilbo was called for, and within a week he was standing in Erebor, being led to Thorin's chambers. The Dwarf King was asleep when Bilbo reached his chambers, but Bilbo sat next to the bed to wait, refusing to be taken to his own chambers. When Thorin woke up from his fever a few days later, it was to Bilbo's beaming face and moderately round belly.
"Bilbo?" He still had a small fever, and was still possibly delirious.
"It's me Thorin. I'm here. So don't you dare think about taking a turn for the worse and dying. I swear I'll bring you back myself and then kill you again for causing me such pain."
"But...then I'd be...dead again."
"Well I'd bring you back twice then." Bilbo shrugged. Thorin laughed and patted the bed next to him. Bilbo immediately climbed onto the mattress and snuggled into his One's side. "I'm glad you're awake." He murmured sleepily. He'd been neglecting sleep until he saw Thorin was okay, but now he felt exhausted.
"I am glad you are here Bilbo. I love you." Thorin said warmly.
"I love you too." Bilbo replied with a yawn. Thorin chuckled and brought Bilbo closer.
"Get some sleep Ghivashel. I will be here when you wake." Thorin promised, and Bilbo hardly heard to the end of his sentence before he was asleep.
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Bilbo and Thorin were married in a lavish ceremony on Durin's Day the next year. Everyone, even Thranduil, was invited, though Thorin still didn't let the Elf within a two yard radius of his new Husband. And Fili and Kili were more than happy to carry around the two baby princesses all through the happy day. The girls, Tori and Belle, were indeed beloved by everyone who came into contact with them. And Bilbo absolutely adored watching his Husband coo and fuss over them. When Dis arrived in Erebor, her and Bilbo became fast friends, mostly because they both had embarrassing stories about Thorin to exchange. Everything was perfect.
There was never a chance for Bilbo to become Touch Starved during his long marriage to the most wonderful King Under the Mountain in centuries. Thorin was loved by his people, and by the people of Dale and Lake Town, and Mirkwood surprisingly. But no one loved him more than Bilbo Baggins, and his two beautiful daughters. When the time had come for Thorin to join his ancestors, Bilbo followed soon after. But their deaths were not mourned, their lives were celebrated. And though no one could know it, their love continued on after their physical deaths. On and on and on.
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