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Pairing: Bilbo Baggins/Thranduil, the Elven King of Mirkwood

Bilbo Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf

Rating: MA

The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.

The Elven King and the Captain of the Guard were pacing in the healing ward when Legolas came back with Bilbo, the hobbit was pale and sweaty as he kicked the doors open with his foot. "Found him!" he called out, breaking his father and Tauriel from their pacing. The red head ran up to Legolas and without even glancing at the Prince she took the Hobbit into her arms and carried him to his bed. She was fussing with the healers as Bilbo was checked over for any sort of injuries and abnormalities.

"I think he needs another goblet of blood, he looks so pale still."

"His bite wound is still fresh and the bandage needs to be replaced."

"He has a fever running! Some cool water please Lassien!"

Thranduil walked regally to Bilbo's bedside and sat down in the chair next to him. He took the bowl of cool water from Lassien as well as the silken cloth from her and dabbed at Bilbo's forehead. The hobbit shuddered as the damp cloth touched his head, but he eventually leaned into the touch as it helped his fever cool down.

"How much blood has he had?" he asked one of the head healers.

"About four goblets my lord, he has lost a lot of blood that needs to be replenished. Since we don't have Hobbit blood we've had to settle for Elven blood. We can only hope his body doesn't reject it."

"And if it accepts the blood?"

"Then he heals with some repercussions."

The blonde king nodded as he mulled it over, "Are these bad?"

"Quite the opposite your highness, I've seen the effect in men and they lived past their lifespans."

Legolas watched as the healers changed the bandages on his abdomen and frowned when he saw a large scar run across Bilbo's stomach. It ended just at the bottom of his ribs and puckered slightly; he ran a finger on the bottom part of the scar. "You think Oakenshield and his filth caused this?" he asked his father.

"Anything is possible at this point ion nin (my son), don't be surprised."

"I'm going to check on the prisoners and see if they have anything to say," he said as he left his father's side. Thranduil just nodded and before Legolas left the room he called out to him.

"Don't believe any poison they might try to shove into your ears. They aren't to be trusted."

"Of course Father."

The halls of his home were grand and decorative as he walked through it at a fast pace, for he had answers and he wanted them now. How had the dwarves find something that he spent centuries looking for? What was their quest? Why had they thought to cross the borders into their realm? His long hair was drifting behind him as he basically jumped down the steps leading into the dungeons and sought out the youngest dwarves first.

He remembered seeing one with a stubble and decided to question him before any others, and if he remembered correctly he was further in the back than the others. Walking down the different pathways he ignored the glares and the scathing remarks from the dwarves he passed on his way to the youngest. Legolas was no idiot and he knew that the words thrown at him in Khuzdul were insults and was glad he didn't know the language. Mahal's children were all the same, greedy and vain, don't forget hard headed.

The golden haired on with a braided beard tried in vain to grab some of Legolas' clothes as he passed by, but the Prince was able to jerk his sleeves away from the cell door in time. "WAIT!" the dwarf cried out but Legolas was long gone.

When he got to the youngest dwarf's cell he watched silently as he played with a small stone in his hands, "What is that?" His curiosity got the better of him and instead of asking meaningful questions he had settled on mundane. He looked up from his place on the ground and glared at him, those dark brown eyes pouring metaphorical venom into his body.

"None of your business."

"Come now, I've come about your friend. The periannath," he explained as he settled himself on the floor near the cell bars.

"Perinnat? You mean Bilbo?"

"Periannath, Master Dwarf, and yes I do mean Master Bilbo."

The dwarf looked torn between begging for news of the hobbit and not succumbing to the loyalty he felt for Oakenshield and his Company. His brown eyes reflected his inner conflict, but eventually the need to understand a little of what was going on won out. "Is he okay?" the dwarf asked quietly, almost a whisper if Legolas hadn't been listening.

"He is... healing slowly. Master Dwarf, he had gone through a tough ordeal in the Mirkwood and its taking a toll on his body. What was he even doing in such a poisonous environment anyways?"

"We were-" the dwarf caught himself from falling into Legolas' trap and shook his head.

"You were what?"

Legolas bristled slightly when the dwarf refused to answer him again, and in order to get some information he decided to use tactics. Tactics that would have made even elves talk, or stubborn dwarrow in this case, and he used the fact that he had a brother to try and get said information. It was a problem getting him and the golden dwarf away from each other and by the similar beads they had in their hair it was down to deduction at that point. Even the most dim of the guards could have learned that they were brothers.

Putting on a stern look Legolas got to his feet, "Well, I guess I must ask your brother." That got the dwarf's interest and he ran into the cell bars and tried to grab the elf's sleeve in desperation. The elf looked down expectantly at the small dwarf and raised a thin eyebrow in question, as if allowing him to speak.

"Wait please! What about him!?"

"I'll tell you what you want to know, if you tell me what I wish to know."

The Prince of Mirkwood smiled as the young dwarf fell into his web, and took the bait gladly.

Though he could understand, anyone would do anything for their family and he felt slightly guilty for using that against the dwarf.

"What is your name Master Dwarf?"

"Kili, and you?"

"I am called Legolas."

~.~.~.

He should have known that the elves would be more protective of him after his first time escaping their sight, and it seemed that he would always have an elf with him wherever he went. Bilbo Baggins was the most irritated hobbit at the moment as he tried to bat away the hands of the Captain who seemed adamant at her attempts of braiding his curly hair. The red headed she-elf was content in giving Bilbo company, albeit it was unwanted at this moment, and he had given up in trying to get her to stop.

His days were boring at best and most of the time he was barely allowed to leave his bed and when he did Bilbo was accompanied to his destination and back. The tales told to him only kept him from completely dying of boredom, and he silently wondered how the Company was doing. The few things that brightened his days were the stories and the food, cause ever since he told the elves of the proper number of required meals he received them. All seven of them to be exact.

While Bilbo was being cared for with the utmost respect, something he really disliked, there was a thinly covered layer of possessiveness to the elves. The King was one of the worst, followed by Tauriel and Legolas; it set him on edge how sheltered he was. Those three taking precautions to keep Bilbo in the dark, skillfully diverting questions and the such.

It was a week after he first woke up when he first tried to approach the subject of his fellow Company and he asked the King about them. A mistake he soon realized when he was met with a glare and an explanation on why Thorin Oakenshield should not be trusted. Bilbo tried not to listen to the cruel reality that Thranduil hoisted onto his ears, but even he could not refuse the truth.

"He only trusts people when it is in his gain, dear Bilbo. Oakenshield has only been using you after you proved your worth."

Thranduil was right, the entire company had only started to warm up to him after he had sacrificed his life on a whim to save Thorin from Azog. He thought that the dwarves had been grateful to him, but what if they really were using him? "They wouldn't do that! Would they?" he sounded uncertain at the end and Thranduil had held Bilbo's hands in his and shook his head.

"I'm afraid that he would, and when he is done getting what he wants he'll throw you away."

He was sure they wouldn't do that, but then again the evidence was there and Thranduil hadn't done anything to prove otherwise. Bilbo was conflicted about the entire thing and next to try and get some answers he talked to Legolas, the elf that found him wandering the halls. "Why do we care periannath?" the elf was confused at the question, but answered it truthfully. "We care because we can, we found you Little One. Why should we not care for you?" and Bilbo couldn't answer that.

Why would such beings care for him?

Then he asked Tauriel, she was more lenient to him but was still firm in not telling him what he wanted to know and mirrored Thranduil's explanation. "The way I see it Little One is that they'll use anything to their own gain and as such will use you till you have nothing more to give," she cooed softly as she petted his hair.

"I had proved myself to them though!"

"As a burglar you did, oh Little One. We see you as a treasure, you need not prove yourself to us. We, and I believe I speak for all, see you for you."

Right now Bilbo didn't know what to think, the elves had treated him better in one week than Thorin and his Company had in three months. They didn't expect anything from him and always loved a good laugh and a nice cheer from him. His mother had spoke of the elves as if they were a bad thing but as of right now he could only see the good in them. Sure they kept the Company in their prisons but what else should he expect; they had been the ones to trespass in their lands. Why did they keep him separate from the dwarves anyway?

"You were injured Bilbo, we are not heartless creatures," Thranduil had told him as he handed him a goblet of blood.

"Do I have to?"

"Bottoms up Little One," the hobbit's nose crinkled in displeasure as he gulped down the thick blood. Thranduil handed him a crisp handkerchief so he could dab the excess blood off his face. "We only make you drink it for your own good," the King said as he took the silver cup from the smaller one's hands. Bilbo only nodded as he settled against the pillows that lay propped up against the headboard.

Thranduil's thick eyebrow lifted as he looked at the wilted form of the hobbit and he sat back in his chair, "Whatever is the matter dear one?"

Bilbo refused to answer.

"Come now, you can tell us anything."

"Is it true?" Bilbo asked after a couple moments of silence.

"Is what true?"

Bilbo's honey eyes looked the King dead in the face without the usual hesitation he got from his subjects, and the need in the hobbit's eyes caught him off guard. It was a burning desire that the King himself had recognized immediately, the need for a particular something. May it be an object or thought, the hobbit wanted and who was he to deny him?

"What you, Legolas, and Tauriel have told me; that you all care. And that- that Thorin was using me," his meek voice was so quiet that Thranduil could barely hear him. He did though and fought to keep a smile off his face, for he had planted the seeds of doubt that were growing in front of his very eyes. The hobbit was starting to learn that the dwarves were a detriment to his well being. The King knew the games Thorin was playing at and needed to protect Bilbo from it; from the pain of betrayal that he was to face.

His slender hand patted Bilbo's own slightly as he smiled and said, "It is true dear Bilbo, all of it. Why would we need to lie to you? We only wish to protect you from harm and that means from any potential threats, including the dwarrow."

"But I signed a contract. I have to see them reach the Mountain," he said looking into Thranduil's eyes for understanding. He found none.

"You may have signed a contract with them but who is to say they won't double-cross you? If they reach the Mountain will they not let out the Fire Drake Smaug to destroy us all!?"

"I-I I don't-"

"You will die in the process! I will not let another die because of my foolishness again! Dear Bilbo, you must understand, no you will understand," Thranduil said as he grabbed Bilbo by the shoulders. His blue eyes burning a hole inside Bilbo's soul as he stared unblinking into them, and the little hobbit could feel himself wither under such a gaze.

The King's eyes were glazed over with an emotion he couldn't even start to comprehend and said, "Okay." The blonde gave a breath of relief and smiled brightly at the hobbit, his blue eyes now filled with happiness and relief. Bilbo only smiled back at Thranduil and allowed the elf to tell him a tale of King Oropher, his father. The man who had discovered the first hobbit in the East, and as he got absorbed into the long story.

His reluctance to give into the elf immediately did not go unnoticed, and after that day the elves' efforts to make him as content as possible skyrocketed. Bilbo's injuries were healing at fast-paces, something that never happened to him before finding himself in the care of the Elves of Mirkwood. Before Bilbo knew it, it was the second week he was there and Legolas had told him it was Mirith-En-Gilith. A feast in honor of starlight, and it sounded like a truly marvelous thing.

The spider bite on his stomach was scabbed over and most of his injuries that he gained during the Journey were healed up.

Over the days he noticed things, things that shouldn't happen to a respectable hobbit; and it baffled him to no end. Bilbo found his ears were sharper and the hair on his feet was thinning slightly, that by itself mortified him to no end. Tauriel had accidentally slighted him by pointing it out and Bilbo just rambled for minutes about how he was being less and less the respectable hobbit he once was.

The next thing was the fact that his skin had taken on a pearly hue and he had lost all of the tan that he proudly gained. Despite all the reassuring complements he received from Thranduil, Legolas, and Tauriel Bilbo felt as if he was losing his hobbitness. The hobbit didn't know if he truly was a hobbit at this point, but he refused to loose the last thing he had to connect him to his home.

His Shire clothing had been beyond repair and the ring was lost somewhere in the Mirkwood. Bilbo gave his home away to Drogo and Primula in the event he never came home, and well being a Hobbit was the last thing connecting him to the Shire.

Bilbo Baggins was losing his grip, there was absolutely no way he was going to let this happen to him. He wouldn't loose the lost thing he had in his life, and with heavy heart he awoke everyday.

Each day loosing a piece of what made Bilbo Baggins, well, Bilbo.

Each day the Elves were rejoicing at the hobbit that was integrating into their society seamlessly.

~.~.~.

"Quite a party you have going on up there," Kili remarked dryly as Legolas passed him. The elf stopped in his tracks and smiled to himself before turning to the young dwarf.

"Well of course! It is Mirith-En-Gilith, a feast of starlight. If anything wood-elves love the light from stars the most," the prince explained to Kili.

"I always thought it was a distant light, cold and remote."

"We are entitled to our own thoughts, Master Dwarf."

Kili, who quickly got over that topic, leaned back against the back wall and tossed his stone in the air, "How is Bilbo and Fili?"

"Your brother is the same as yesterday, well fed and bored. Bilbo is still in recovery."

The dwarf prince was more than happy to tell Legolas all he knew about hobbits, but never revealed the dwarrows' true reasons for trespassing in the Mirkwood. As of such Legolas relayed to Kili the same messages, day after day; for Fili was not faring well. The golden dwarf was slowly going insane, if his current behavior exhibited anything. Fili had shown nothing but hostility to the elves after Legolas brushed him off, and had taken to singing to himself in Khuzdul to pass time. If this wasn't insanity then Legolas didn't know what was.

"Are you going to tell me why you lot were found in our forest?"

"Are you going to let me see my brother?"

"You know I cannot let you do that," Legolas said as Kili glared slightly before sighing. The elf rubbed his temples before waving a goodbye to the dwarf, he had enough of stubbornness for one day. First from his troops and then a dwarf, a good glass of wine and some good food and entertainment should do wonders in cheering him.

As he walked down to the storerooms the elf spied the post where the Keeper of the Keys was supposed to put his keys, and nearly groaned in frustration. He would not be allowed to join the feast if the keys weren't in place. "Where is the Keeper of the Keys?" he asked one of the cooks.

"I sent him to give the filth their evening meals, you should go up your Highness. Your Majesty is no doubt waiting for your arrival."

"Make sure the keys are returned to their post."

"Of course, my lord," the cooks said as the prince took his leave.

At this moment the Keeper of the Keys wasn't paying attention to where the keys were, instead he thought of the sweet wine that he and the cooks would be enjoying. It was no fair that the civilians and the royals got to party all night while the guards drew the short end of the sticks and were to forgo festivities. So he and some of the others were going to be enjoying their night like they should be allowed to. "Eat up," he snarled to a fat red-headed dwarf. The Keeper slid the tray under the cell bars and went to give the last tray to an irate blonde.

Making sure his keys were secure he left the tray close to the cell bars and in his haste to leave the cell, he never notice the weight of metal keys being lifted from his hips.

"Ready?" the cook said as he lifted two glasses in the air as soon as the Keeper walked into the storerooms.

"Yeah," he grinned.

"You lock up the dwarves?"

"Never unlocked their cells to begin with, didn't even need the keys," he boasted.

Little did they know that they had fucked up the entire night, but they wouldn't know since they drowned their duties in booze.

~.~.~.

"I can't believe it, we're in his cellars!"

"Shh! The bastards are sleeping!"

Fili was paranoid as he lead the Company down into the storeroom, and he prayed to Mahal that there would be a way out of their prison. His prayers were answered as he spied fourteen barrels ready to be sent down the river.

Fourteen.

One for each member of the Company, he thought bitterly. If only Thorin would allow him to go look for Bilbo, then they would all be able to leave as an entire Company. "He is gone Fili! I should have known the hobbit would leave us one way or another!" Thorin had told him when he suggested finding their Burglar. The worst was that most of the Company agreed!

The Ri brothers, Dwalin, Gloin, Bifur, Bombur, Oin, and Thorin were all for leaving behind the one person who wanted to help them. The one person who gave up everything to help the dwarves of Erebor gain their home, and they all turned their back on him without a second glance. Bofur tried talking Thorin into seeing reason but the Exiled King wouldn't hear of it.

"Get in the barrels," Fili whispered harshly at the others. He truly didn't want to leave without Bilbo but there was no changing his uncle's mind at this point. The Company followed his orders easily, as if he were Thorin he noted, and climbed into the barrels.

"What now?" Ori asked as he poked his head out of one of the top barrels.

"Hold onto your butts!" he pulled the lever next to the barrels and grinned as the wood under them tilted and the dwarves fell into the river below. "That was a cool thing to say, very dramatic," he grinned as he ran down the length of the floor. Fili slipped down into the river seamlessly as the elves continued to snore, and he completely missed the fuming prince who came down to retrieve his bow and arrows.

Arms and hands pulled him out of the water and into his own barrel; his uncle's approval making him feel slightly better about the entire situation. "Well done Fili!" Thorin called out from the front of the group. Balin patted Fili on the shoulder and gave him that knowing look, the one that said 'You tried laddie'. Then the ride down the river started and for a split second the Company thought they were home free.

Until the sharp sounds of a horn split the air in half.

That sound was heard by many, and that included one Bilbo Baggins.

The hobbit was allowed to sit in the window seat that overlooked the river and the riversides that day, and it was pretty serene until he saw the familiar blonde elf run down the riverside. Following barrels that floated down the river and with the enhanced eyesight that he developed during his time in the healers ward he watched as the Company left without him. He was betrayed by the very people he gave everything for.

They were right, all of them. Thranduil and Tauriel and Legolas, they were all fucking right!

"Little One? Do you wish to join the festivities?" Tauriel asked from behind him, and when he didn't answer she came up behind him. Getting a glimpse of the last barrel with the familiar white head of hair from Balin float down the river, Tauriel only gave the hobbit her sympathy. Bilbo didn't react to her hug or anything she did, nor did he notice when she left swiftly.

Bilbo did notice the long blonde hair that draped over his shoulder and the regal clothing that enveloped him into the embrace of a certain king. "I told you, dear One. Oakenshield was using you, and to him you were only a means to an end," that hypnotic voice echoed in his head. The brown curls were pressed against a clean chin as Thranduil held Bilbo.

Everything was going swimmingly, and if it continued to go this well then they would win it all.

The hobbit.

Safety from Smaug.

Many things were won when the Company of Thorin Oakenshield escaped the Mirkwood without their Burglar and it was time to rejoice in the victory. "Come Bilbo, we must get you ready," Thranduil told him as he picked up the hobbit. He lead him to his bed and settled down Bilbo before retrieving a small package from his chair. "I had the seamstresses make this for you, since you are the guest of honor for this night's feast," and he sat down after handing the gift to Bilbo.

Inside was some of the most beautiful clothes he had ever seen, the styles mirrored Thranduil's clothing but had a softer tune to it. Instead of the majestic silver and grey hues Bilbo's new robes were white. It reminded him of light and the outer shawl that come with the robes were a slate color with a deep red undertone.

It was this night that Bilbo fell into the elves' sweet embrace.

And consequentially changing the fate of Middle Earth.

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