The next morning Bilbo woke up to the smell of grilled meat. It smelled heavenly and he could not wait for the feast later that night. That night after Thorin had approved him (he was not sure how he did it though) Balin had given him the bridal tent and explained the Dothraki wedding in detail.
"The ceremony is very simple" he said "you and your future husband swear in front of, their, Gods that you will stay with him until he dies and he swears the same. You receive a bracelet and then the wedding ceremony is over and the feast begins." It sounded, to Bilbo, that the wedding feast was more important than the actual ceremony. Balin continued "there WILL be fighting and open sex, as they do not have the same privacy as the people in the west."
"I grew up at a whore house; I think I can handle it." Bilbo said and smiled.
Balin did not "I am not talking about lovemaking, Mr Baggins, but mating. Just like animals they mate. And the fights usually results in people's death. Expect at least three of them or your wedding will be said to be dull and boring."
Bilbo still remembered Balins serious face as he continued. "After the feasting, around dusk, the newlyweds will ride away somewhere private and… Oh how should I say it? And they will complete the marriage."
Bilbo tried not to think about it, just the thought scared him. How in the world would that happen? His mother had taught him some things but they were adapted to women, and Bilbo was, with all his pride, a man. As soon as Balin had said that he had given Bilbo a small bottle with red oil that he bought back in King's landing. "This will make it less painful."
With every cell in his body, he regretted the decision to go here and he hated his mother for doing this to him. There had been times during the night that he had been thinking about running away, but they would probably execute him for it. It seemed very welcome right now.
Suddenly the curtains opened and Fili & Kili stood there smiling. "Good morning sleepyhead!" Kili shouted. "Today is the great day!"
The brothers barged into the tent and without Bilbo even having the time to protest Fili pulled him, naked, out of his bedroll. "Usually a few women prepares the bride. But since you're a man, and our uncle's bride, we decided to take care of you."
Fili pushed him out the back of the tent where a large tub filled with water waited for him. The brothers lifted him into the tub and started scrubbing him. "You need to be clean and dressed for the wedding." Kili giggled and scrubbed Bilbos back with a bundle of moss.
When Bilbo thought his skin was being scraped up they stopped and lifted him up to dry him with a soft towel (maybe it wasn't so soft, but everything seemed soft to him now) and led him into the tent again to help him get dressed. Fili and Kili acted like small girls who had their first crush. It was like they were the ones to get married, since they felt more excited than he did. He tried to smile at the jokes they made and all their stories about their uncle; but the only thing he thought about was the wedding night. It worried him and he had so many questions which he could not ask. While the brothers chatted away they dressed Bilbo in a light silk vest and some kind of kilt in the same material. They were in dark brown but almost transparent and it made Bilbo shy. "Will I have anything beneath this?" he asked quiet.
Fili and Kili stared at each other for a brief moment and then started laughing.
"Of course you won't." Kili laughed. "You need to show your husband your goods." Kili touched the inside of Bilbo thigh to show what he meant and Bilbo recoiled, which made the brothers laugh even harder. Fili said something in the Dothraki language and Kili almost peed himself laughing. Bilbo blushed for he did not understand anything and did not know how to react. Everything here was so different to what he was used to, both in good and bad.
The ceremony was, just like Balin told him, very simple. It was only he, Thorin and a priest there and after he got his bracelet they rode to the site for the feast. As they rode into the village of tents people around them cheered and shouted. Drums were beating and the large bonfire was lit. Men and women started dancing around it like animals and what Balin had told him the night before was true. Bilbo and Thorin had not even been married for 30 minutes before the first man was killed. He had been taking a woman when another man had pushed him away and the fight was on. People cheered and the both men took up swords and started attacking each other. The first man was stabbed in the belly and his bowels fell out as he fell, dead to the ground. The second man cut off his braid and the body was dragged out of sight and it all continued, like nothing happened. Bilbo gasped and looked at his husband who had a large grin on his face, he seemed to enjoy this.
He and Thorin was seated on the stage with Thorins blood riders to the left of him and Balin seated a bit away from Bilbo, in case he needed translation. Throughout the day they received a numerous of gifts and Bilbo had been given clear instructions to whether he was going to accept them, and in that case how, or decline them and pass them to his husband. A few times Bilbo could feel Thorin gaze upon him and when their eyes met Bilbo shyly looked away. He could not interpret his eyes. It was like an ocean of emotions in there but in the same time he was expressionless. His husband was dressed in a traditional wedding cloth made out of horse skin. It was a pair of trousers with details in shape of staggering horses and Bilbo thought of them as very beautiful and they were very skilfully crafted and then he had nothing on the upper body. Bilbo could vaguely see a large scar reaching from Thorins shoulder to his lower back.
Most of the time Balin was not needed for Bilbo had nothing to ask, nothing at this moment surprised him anymore. But there was one thing, however, that made him think, it happened around midday. Bilbo and Thorin had just gotten some food and some people were still dancing. All of a sudden Fili pulled out his brother Kili and they started dancing close. To the beat of the drums they started swinging their hips together and Fili moved his hands further down to grab Kilis well-toned ass and Kili laid his arms on his brother's shoulders. Soon their movements sped up and they rocked against each other faster, and what Bilbo guessed, harder too. Kili threw his head back and moaned loud as Fili bent down to suck the curve where Kilis neck and shoulder met. As they progressed the drumbeat sped up and less people danced until both of them were alone. The drumbeat was now very fast and it looked like Fili thrusted his hips against his brothers and suddenly the drums stopped and Kili shouted. He collapsed against Filis shoulders as he held up his younger brother. They looked at each other and kissed and the crowd cheered, even Thorin.
It was like Balin read his mind and walked over to him. "I bet you wonder what they were doing." He smiled and bowed to his new Khaleesi and to the Khal.
Bilbo nodded and Balin began to explain. "As I've said before love, and marriage, between two males are not uncommon. And it is nothing shameful, as it might be in the west; on the contrary it's something beautiful. Just as any love is."
"But aren't they brothers?" Bilbo asked and looked confused as Fili and Kili, hand in hand, ran away from the crowd and the music started again.
"Why yes" Balin chuckled. "But it does not matter, love is love. As long as they do not get children it is ok to love whoever you wish among the Dothraki people."
This was very fascinating to Bilbo. In the west they would have been tortured and executed, but here they were accepted like any couple. No one dared to judge them.
But once again Bilbos thoughts trailed away for what was yet to come. His heart raced a bit and he felt how his hands became sweaty. And in the corner of his eye he could see Thorin stare at him once again.
