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Warning: Lots of fluff and curing on Thorins part

Chapter two

The little guy spent the night and most of the morning in my arms. My hands had fallen asleep hours ago and my shoulder protested but I couldn't let him go. Dwalin offered to carry him but I refused, the hobbit was my responsibility…well that's what I told him.

Truthfully I just wanted to hold him.

Secretly I was thrilled that whenever he was jostled the small babe reached up to grip the furs lining my cape and pull himself closer, reassuring himself I wasn't going to leave him. I didn't think I could if I wanted to any more.

"'M hungry," the babe said softly around noon

Fili and Kili perked up at his sweet voice as they surrounded me like dogs looking for a scrap of meet. They were barely tall enough to see the child in my arms and hand to stand on tip-toes. The little boy wiggled around in my arms to better see the young dwarfs and peered down at them. His large brown eyes uncertain but intrigued. One of his little hands wound itself into the fur lining of my cape, mangling the soft hairs. I couldn't even bring myself to feel an ounce of annoyance.

"What's your name?"

"Why are your feet so big?"

"How old are you?"

"Give da babe some room," Dwalin said gruffly as he pulled my nephews away by their collars.

The little boy stared at Dwalin and unlike when most people met the burly dwarf -myself included- he didn't initially shrink away. Instead the boy put a hand to his mouth and giggled. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. If it weren't for years of practicing my scowling in the mirror I might have smiled.

The child was to be the ruin of my reputation.

"Your silly," the boy said. "I'm not a baby, I'm eleven," he proclaimed proudly puffing up his small chest and wiggling his large toes.

Orin looked around Dwalin's large frame and my struggling nephews to gaze at the little boy. "I'm thirty seven."

At the boys reaction I made a mental note to practice scowling again. His face was too adorable when his mouth fell open like a fish and his eyes bulged. It took every bit of willpower not to smile; Dwalin was obviously not as strong willed as I because his own lips twitched slightly.

"Your old," the little boy blurted out before covering his mouth and looking around at the tiny group with frightened eyes. "Please don't leave me, I'm sorry," he whispered dejectedly his large brown eyes filling with tears.

I wanted to march back to the Shire and rip open every door to find the person who had taught a babe to be scared of abandonment. How dare they! My arms tightened around the boy, hopefully reassuring him. I wasn't good with tears; they made my mind go blank. Dais always told me I was the most awkward person when trying to comfort her.

Thankfully Ori was a sensible lad and he walked around Dwalin and the princes to step up to the kid and pat him gingerly on the shoulder. "I am old," he said with a bright smile.

The boy looked up from where he had been gazing sadly at my arm and managed a shy smile behind his hand. My heart clenched painfully in my chest at the sight. I hated that look on his face. He should smile and laugh. I wanted to see him running through a field of flowers, with yellow daises braided into his curly blond locks. I could clearly picture the sun shining down on the boy as my nephews merrily chased him around and his angelic laugh tinkled all around. Damnit all to the underworld this child had only been in my company for measly few hours and already he was changing me. This couldn't continue. I was a noble prince with a mission to take back my home, not raise a hobbit babe.

"I'm twenty," Kili exclaimed, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

"I'm twenty nine," added Fili.

The babe looked toward Dwalin, blinking his large owlish brown eyes. Expecting the dwarf to just offer up his age. poor lad, Dwalin wasn't one for personal information, in fact it took me seventeen years to learn his favorite gem which was-….

"Ninety-four," Dwalin answered with a bow of his head.

What? How could a mere child wiggle out Dwalin's age when it had taken me twenty years? I glanced down with weary appreciation of the child's cuteness, wondering if it could be used as a secret weapon against our enemies. Maybe a legion of babes would cause the orcs to gush themselves to death with cuteness. The thought was as amusing as it was terrifying. The thought of orcs had me scanning around the wide expansion of fields we had been walking through, not quite out of hobbit lands yet. We needed horses, so when the inevitable occurred and our group was corned we could make a fast get away. I couldn't put the children in any danger.

I was jerked out of my thoughts by a small hand pulling on my side braid. Had it been anyone other than the kid in my arms I would have punched them into next week for such audacity. He was looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I tried to look away but the liquid brown seemed to hypnotize me, compelling me to share all my secrets. Was this the great powers of the hobbits?

I wouldn't stand a chance. We were all doomed!

"Ninety-four," my lips said as my brain shouted at me to retreat.

The kid nodded, seeming to except my answer before his stomach growled. He looked down at his abdomen and blushed. This was too much cuteness for me to handle. I almost dropped him.

Kili and Fili giggled. "He's hungry," they coursed. "Better feed him before he shrinks again."

The hobbit wiggled his feet, an action that was both endearing and slightly creepy, and huffed at the older dwarfs. "I'll have you know 'm tall for my age."

Regardless he was still tiny.

"Well-," I paused having come to the realization I didn't know his name and the boy did not know our names. His blind trust in a group of strangers from another race astonished and flattered me.

Taking me hint the boy answered. "Bilbo Baggins."

Odd name, I was expecting it to be cuter.

"Bilbo Baggins this is Fili and Kili," I introduces waving my hands at the boys who still continued to struggle in Dwalin's grasp. "Ori and-…"

"Dwalin at your service master Hobbit," Dwalin said with a deep bow.

I was furious to have been irrupted and proven wrong twice in such a short span. The short lived annoyance was soon followed with surprise; such a greeting was only reserved for respected elders and noble men, the small babe being neither. Was Dwalin hinting at something? Did he thing I'd adopt the kid? Did he see some hidden potential that had been hidden under all the cuteness? Was this-…

Bilbo reached up and cupped my cheeks in his chubby hands and brought our faces together, startling me out of my thoughts. I was so engrossed in my internal deliberations I didn't notice. As I had been thinking a deep frown had slowly formed on my face.

"Ma said that beautiful people smile," the hobbit whispered. "Don't frown anymore; only ugly people do that, you need to smile!"

I couldn't help it, I blushed.

"That Master Baggins is our King Under the Mountain, Thorin Oakensheild," Dwalin said with a wide grin.

"If you wear a crown and smile, you'll be even prettier," Bilbo said with a happy grin, still holding my face in his hands.

It was a cuteness overload. I felt like my brain was going to explode inside of my skull and I'd drop like a rock where I stood. Gently I sat down the babe who made a small whining noise that stabbed at my heart. The loss of his warmth pained me but I needed to distance myself from his captivating presence

"We'll stop here and eat, I'll get some wood," I said as I hurried off from the group, needing a few moments. Fili and Kill jumped the kid as soon as he was set on the ground. Ori hovered behind but I could tell he also wished to hug the kid. His charm had us all falling over ourselves for him.

The kid was going to give me a heart attack. It should have been illegal to be so freaking cute.

I was a king not some love sick lass. What was wrong with me? He was a babe and yet my body betrayed me by flushing like some lovesick teenager. Small footfalls pounded before a small weight launched itself at the back of my legs. I turned to find Bilbo burying his face in my cape.

"Don't go," he said. "Take me with you."

No Thorin don't do it. I chanted to myself. Don't give into him. I was stronger than this. I was a great warrior that had seen death and slaughtered countless orcs. They called me the stone king for a reason. I was hard as rock and unbreakable.

"I won't," my lips said, betraying me once more.

Bilbo looked up his large brown eyes tightly gripping my heart. "Promise?"

Dear Mahal don't let me fall at the small hands of a babe. If I couldn't stop myself now I might as well put a collar around my neck and hand the leash to the kid because he'd walk all over me and I'd let him while, Aule forbid, smiling like a loon.

"I promise."

Damnit all!

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