AN: This is a very short chapter, but I promise to make it up to you guys in the next one. I just hope you all are enjoying this story. Please review, please do. Thank you!

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Chapter two

Bilbo had found the thirteen dwarfs locked in personal cells, but no sight of Thorin. Sighing, Bilbo slowly back-tracked from the dungeon to try and set his eyes on the dwarf that called himself Thorin. Easier said than done it would seem as Bilbo rounded another corner. He came upon a hall that held a throne that was laid in warm autumn leaves and berries that intertwine with oak branches that jetted out from the chair itself. He looked into the seat and found an elf sitting there with a frown upon his face.

The cold, cool gaze that the elf held was being set upon no one in particularly important at the moment. The gaze drifted over towards where he was hiding before their eyes locked. The elf stilled looked with a frown, but his eyes seemed to dull as if seeing something else entirely. Bilbo watched how the elf laid a hand under its chin to hold his head up as he closed his eyes. He looked to be in pain, Bilbo thought as he took a hesitated step towards the figure upon the throne.

His breath caught itself almost choking the hobbit. Eyes widen just the slightest when his non-existing heartbeat suddenly fluttered with delight at the sight before him. The sudden need to comfort the elf had him moving silently across the floor before he knew what he was doing. Inches from the elf, Bilbo froze when those dull eyes looked upon his figure with brows knitted together.

The elf was looking at him, but how?

Thranduil's Point of View

Thranduil dropped his gaze to the floor as he heard the unsettled footsteps of someone walking nearer. He sat in his throne without looking at the creature. He lifted his head into his open palm and let his gaze fall to the hidden creature. He felt the sudden flutter of his heartbeat and emotions blanket him. His eyes dulled as they teared up.

It couldn't be.

Thranduil listened as the footsteps suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall. He heard the soft breathing quicken as well as the thing's heartbeat. It's beating in rhythm with his own beating heart. He didn't let the tears fall even when the creature started to move once again.

Soft footsteps that could only belong to his mate were coming up from behind him. He had trained himself so he could never be surprised by the other. Thranduil smiled softly as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist while one hand was opened in front of him. He gazed upon the opened palm with a lifted brow.

"What do you wish to do with these flowers, Dis?" He asked softly as he turned to face his love. Flowers that had come from the northern borders were held lightly in Dis's hand and his eyes gaze with desire at his mate. The smells of the flowers warmed Thranduils' heart as he let the other guide him to a seat.

"Mother once told me," Dis started with as he smiled softly at his mate after they had sat down. His gaze never left the others. "That if I wanted to court someone that I would need to start with something small." He said secondly as he placed the flowers in front of them again. "Would you let me court you, my king?" Dis asked after Thranduil had taken the flowers with a raised brow. He didn't really care for flowers, but…

"If it's you," Thranduil answered with his hand weaving into the light strawberry colored hair with a small smile. "But, why flowers?"

Thranduil lost in his memories didn't know that he had reached out towards the creatures. His eyes burned from holding his tears back, but he will not let them fall.

"Why do you hide?" Thranduil asked the smaller formed. His fingers rested against curved ears that were larger than his own pair of ears. Dis had always had a set of large ears, even for an elf. The other wouldn't speak to him, Thranduil frowned. "You should go. I do not wish for anyone to find you." He whispered before leaving the small creature go.

Bilbo's point of View

Bilbo blinked slowly as the elf's hand was removed from his cheek and ear. He took one look at the elf before he held out a hand towards the elf. He didn't know what he was doing, but Bilbo laid his smaller hand onto the elf's larger hand. The elf looked down at his hand before looking towards him.

"What?" The elf's soft voice whispered against the smooth skin that belonged to the hobbit. Bilbo let the elf left his hand before he felt thin pair of lips touch the tip of each finger. "Why?" The elf asked just as softly as if to not alert anyone their presence. He had a distant feeling that they had once done this before, the feeling of wrenched pain flared from his ribs before he was pulling away.

The elf looked shock for a moment. Bilbo sucked in air to control his racing heart. It was beating too hard against his chest. The elf started to look worried as Bilbo started to breathe a little heavier than before. The elf could particularly hear and feel Bilbo's breathing becoming harsher. Bilbo doubled over in pain, but froze when a pair of footsteps started to move forward.

Bilbo turned around to face the entryway with pain filled eyes. They widen at the elf that had captured the dwarfs enter the hall. The elf started to speak and the elf-king rose from his seat to look at the dwarf standing before him.

Bilbo watched. Then he snorted. Thorin was and still is a stubborn dwarf. Why must he insult the elf that was willing to let them go, if Thorin were to give a share of the gold? Bilbo will never understand the stubborn dwarf, no matter how long he lived. He watched how the guards took ahold of Thorin's arms before pulling him towards a side door.

Bilbo followed.

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