This story will be a three-shot, so there is one more chapter after this. Do enjoy this one! :D

Since the morning when Bilbo woke up to Thorin's arm wrapped protectively around his waist, something sparked between both men. Bilbo began to flush every time Thorin was near him, while the other did small and caring gestures towards him. Thorin's harsh features from that night he found Bilbo playing the piano had seemed to soften every time he spent hours with Bilbo; the man who captured his heart, which he, himself, was glad to know he still had one (a heart). His own scars, old scars from the time he first transformed, had lessened; non were as prominent as they had been before. Thorin hoped with all his might that his... curse... would break, because the last thing he wanted on this hellish earth was to hurt the one he loved.

Thorin had gone through two transformations while Bilbo, Fili, and Kili had been there. First, the agonizing pain had hit him. Then, the terrible cracking noises as he transformed. With all that was left of him, he pleaded to Bilbo to put him in the cell. Fili and Kili had done it for their friend... friends?, and shoved Thorin in the cell, quickly shutting the door and locking it. The brothers had done it just in time too, because when the door was locked, the werewolf, that was no longer Thorin, charged for the door but failed in knocking it down.

That night, Bilbo, Fili, and Kili had fled to their homes; Bilbo had to stay with Fili and Kili because he didn't want to be alone. The brothers had gratefully let him stay, and as they slept, all three could here distant howls echo through the quiet town.

The following morning, Thorin had woken up sore and tired from all the constant running and hitting the wall the werewolf did the night before. He cringed as he stood and went to the door of the cell. Luckily, he was smart enough to install a lock on the inside that allowed him to open it up that way. As he exited the cell, he glanced around the empty room and sighed. Bilbo had gone, and Thorin couldn't blame him. Thorin had begun to cry at the thought of Bilbo never loving him. As he cried, anger coursed through him and he resisted the urge to punch anything near him. He loved Bilbo so much, but he knew the other didn't; the other couldn't. As Thorin sulked and held in his anger, a knock came from the door.

Bilbo was there.

Thorin had opened the door, and Bilbo walked in. Thorin remembered being speechless and stunned as the other man gave him a hug before worrying his brow as he took in Thorin's tears.

'Are you alright?' he had asked.

Thorin had choked on his words, not really knowing what to say. 'Why are you here?' he had asked eventually.

Bilbo smiled. 'I came to see if you were okay.'

Thorin nodded. 'I am fine.'

'I also came to... tell you... I have feelings for you,' Bilbo had said, his face a beet red shade.

Thorin shifted in bed, Bilbo's bed in Bilbo's home, and faced the man next to him. He smiled as he lifted his scarred hand to stroke Bilbo's sleeping face. Thorin felt something odd pass through him. He retracted his hand in case anything happened to him. The feeling passed again and Thorin glanced down at his hand; the once scarred flesh was slowly turning the beautiful shade it had been before the curse. Thorin abruptly sat up as he watched the skin on his other hand change as well. Thorin smiled; maybe there was an end to this curse after all.

"Thorin?" Bilbo croaked, having been woken up by Thorin's movements. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, my love," Thorin answered, lying back down. "Nothing at all." He wrapped his strong arm around Bilbo's waist and pulled the man flush against his chest, not wanting to let go of him. "Go back to sleep." He kissed Bilbo's curls as the man closed his eyes. "I love you."

Bilbo giggled softly. "I love you too," he replied, placing a kiss beneath Thorin's beard before falling asleep in the arms of his lover.