Chapter 3—Sublime promises
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It was nearly midnight when both spouses were finishing smoking placidly the content of their pipes. It had been a very pleasant evening they had both greatly enjoyed with each other's company, talking about different things of nature and legends told among the people of their respective races, and also enjoying the flirtation that was totally mutual. Never before they had enjoyed a moment alone together that way, no one was fence around them, it was a really intimate moment.
A few minutes after, they entered the quaint hobbit house. Upon entering the smial immediately they felt the warmth of home and did not take long to move towards Bilbo's bedroom which until now Thorin still did not know. Bilbo turned the knob of his bedroom, again made sure that everything was intact in his room, maybe the hobbit had not had time to plunder that part of his home. He paused for a moment to observe every detail of the bedroom, but the fact was that for a couple of hours had seen to shake all the dust that had accumulated on his precious furniture and had changed the sheets dusty and curtains for other ones clean. The hobbit was careful to leave his impeccable room for that special night. Then his eyes fell on his bed, on which was placed a beautiful quilt that he himself had ordered a couple of years before embarking on an adventure with Thorin and his company of dwarfs. It was a fine satin quilt lined in crimson, which despite its fine Bilbo did not usually put it on his bed. But this would be a very special night.
It was so long that the hobbit did not felt the placid sensation of being lying on his soft bed and now he was about to experience again the enjoyable feeling of sleeping on his comfortable bed. And now he could share that with Thorin. This would be a unique night.
Thorin had followed him, eager to sleep next to his hobbit, although both knew well that what was about to happen that night in the bedroom.
"Thorin please close the door... and you should hurry" said Bilbo suggestive, he ordered to Thorin to shut the round door of his room, it was with a sweet intonation in his voice that finished the sentence in a provocative whisper. Thorin thought that Bilbo had sounded too sexy, the excitement of what was to happen, stormed his chest, and his senses. He began to feel a great excitation tingling through his body ended specifically focusing on his crotch. Then Thorin obeyed the sensual request. He made sure to lock the door, but anyway it was not as if anyone could disturb and interrupt them at any time. They were inside Bag End, where no other dwarf or hobbit could interfere.
Thorin grinned and there was a brief period of silence in the room.
Bilbo was near the bed. When Thorin turned back to where Bilbo was, he noticed that the hobbit stood backwards and when Thorin walked with stealthy step toward him, slowly the hobbit began to slide his robe down his bare skin, gently falling from his shoulders, exposing his nude skin because Bilbo had not been wearing nothing more than that robe, the same blue tunic that Bard had given him the time he had gave them asylum in his own house beyond Lake-town. Thorin watched at him and fixed his gaze with rapture on the bare shoulders of the hobbit, barely illuminated by the dim light of the bedroom. Next to the bed it was placed a candle over a small desk that lit a little the room. Bilbo continued dropping down the fabric of his blue tunic that revealed part of his back. Thorin went mad when he also was exposed part of his lower back, where that lost its name. He felt the warm instinct of outline with his fingers the delicate line that marked the division of his column and licked his lips due the temptation. Bilbo knew well how to provoke him and although never admit it, he also enjoyed it greatly.
Dominated by his exacerbated desire Thorin quickly went even closer to him, seeing that the sexy provocation by Bilbo increased much more his lustful desire. Thorin knew that Bilbo was intended to provoke, and that excited him too much. The bulge between his legs began to feel increasingly imprisoned under his zipper. Then Thorin excited finally took off his pants, and all the clothes he wore.
"Oh Bilbo, you're so beautiful," Thorin whispered hoarsely and finally being right behind him he no longer contained to start kissing the white skin of the hobbit with desperation, sometimes nibbling his collarbone and slowly stopping to suck on his neck. Bilbo could feel the delicious feeling of his beard rubbing against his skin, sensitive to his kisses, vulnerable to his insatiable mouth. Soon Bilbo was also dominated by the excitement, he was enjoying greatly persuade the dwarf alpha to his desires, and unable to stand it any longer he did not hold back to let out small groans barely audible because of the pleasure increased he was feeling when Thorin began to delve his explorer hand under the clothes of the hobbit, who still was partially covered with the robe.
"Thorin..." groaned the hobbit excited, he could feel his cock also began to harden.
"Bilbo you're so beautiful, you know I can't resist... You love to provoke me, right? You're a very naughty burglar..." Thorin whispered near his ear, making some pauses to nibble his pointed ear. Thorin's hands continued exploring boldly under the robe of the hobbit, fingering all his excited skin and fingering obscenely his rigid member that claimed to be masturbated by the large, strong hands of the manly dwarf.
"Ahh Thorin..." Bilbo was not concentrating for something else that was not moan due the growing pleasure. Thorin had begun to masturbate him with violence and then he did it increasingly, almost without stopping. And suddenly Bilbo could also feel the powerful rigid cock of his powerful lover male rubbing against his body, he could feel how Thorin was rubbing his manhood between his buttocks with intent.
"Your damn robe clogs, Bilbo... I need to take it off" Thorin muttered, panting, provocative, inviting. Bilbo smirked and gave a little ironic chuckle. His eyes remained closed because he just wanted to concentrate on enjoying the pleasant sensation of feeling the hands of his manly dwarf husband pulling his hard member, squeezing its entire length. Thorin tugged at Bilbo's hardened member rather abruptly, stopping at times to tinker around the edge of his penis, and Bilbo liked to feel it, that undoubtedly drove him mad. In an instant Thorin finally stripped him of his annoying clothes, taking off with force enough that almost seemed to have intent on tearing the vestment, and finally Thorin had him completely naked for him before his eyes. At last the hobbit was totally vulnerable to his carnal instincts.
Thorin did not stop fiddling with the bare buttocks of his hobbit and put his erect, throbbing cock over them, rubbing it against his warm skin, outlining with the rigid phallus on the division of his entry, threatening to go inside him at once. Bilbo bit his lips getting ready for that but then Thorin stopped.
Thorin took him by the shoulders and made Bilbo turned to be in front of him. Bilbo shuddered a little when he noticed the leer of his dwarf lover staring at him panting and with a malicious smile and full of lust to see him stripped of his clothes. Bilbo always looked gorgeous being naked, and besides this time he had a clear erection of his cock before his eyes. This made Bilbo feeling embarrassed for a moment, even if this was not the first time the two had seen naked each other before and after have sex. But soon also Bilbo felt much more excited and Bilbo smiled mischievously and their eyes met, then Thorin surrounded his waist with his arms and pulled his body against him as Bilbo threw his arms on the strong shoulders of his fiery lover. The mouth of the hobbit desperately sought the dwarf's lips and soon their lips melted into a passionate, longed kiss that both enjoyed while their members began to rub close together. In an unexpected outburst, Thorin took the hobbit in his arms and lifted him off the floor to take him and put him on the bed, looking forward for the completion of their sexual act.
Bilbo returned to be finally back on his cozy bed, but this time the body of Thorin was on his own. For the first time they were together in the same bed in Bag End. Despite the desperation, Thorin treated him gently and laid him tenderly on the soft bed covered in fine crimson satin quilt as his hands returned to explore his naked small body of hobbit, Bilbo was totally vulnerable to his carnal instincts. Thorin wanted to make him of his soon as possible. Their mouths were fused into passionate kisses again, which only momentarily silenced their moans, eager to consummate their bodies in perfect conjunction, eager to what was about to happen, the total gift of their ecstasy. This would be their first night of sex in Bag End and would enjoy the delicious sex without anyone close, without fear of being spied on by anyone. Perhaps after all, life in Bag End could be much better than any royal palace of the dwarves.
The two lovers had been willing to be together that way again. They had not made love since their last stay in Erebor, even if they had wanted to do for the way while they were camping outdoors.
It was being a wonderful evening. they had total dedication to the union of their bodies burning lust, having electrifying sensations of pleasure to feel again the contact skin with skin and while Bilbo still felt the hardened member of the dwarf lunging on powerful attacks inside him, Thorin decided to ask again about the issue that concerned him. Then he felt the small body of his hobbit shaking a bit in his strong arms of warrior Durin and Bilbo clung to his back and wrapped the body of Thorin with his legs to close them more and compressing his body in order to keep more inside the glorious penetration. Thorin moaned loudly with pleasure and Bilbo felt his stomach burning with excitement, his chest pressed against his, their bodies united in copulation.
"Are you finally going to tell me what is wrong with you, burglar?" He asked Thorin and Bilbo suddenly felt intimidated and surprised by his sudden question and clutched more to his body. He could feel the thick erection of his manly dwarf husband entering to the bottom this time with less pity.
"Ahh Thorin" groaned Bilbo and shortness of breath, feeling the stiff phallus sliding inside him, reaching perfectly in delicious way his erogenous internal point.
Thorin was exasperated by not getting a response from Bilbo, but could not avoid going crazy for the extremely pleasurable intercourse he had with the hobbit. He could not explain why, but this new dose of sex was being much more pleasant than the previous times they had had together.
"Answer me, burglar" Thorin snapped excited and then increased the power of his attacks, the penetration became even more wild and his hands merges over the whole bare skin of the hobbit, feeling obscenely around his torso and sometimes pausing to masturbate him again with more violence with the purpose to make him to confess everything at once. But Bilbo was completely lost in lust, the delicious pleasure was too much and the fact that Thorin called him burglar as he penetrated with violence really drove him crazy, enormously. And Thorin was imprisoned much more his body against his. The hobbit was completely subdued by the manly dwarf in his own bed.
"Ahh Thorin, please...this is so wonderful..." gasped the hobbit with difficult breath, he just could not concentrate on anything but the pleasure of making love with his strong and virile dwarf husband "don't stop. This is too...wonderful, this is too...ahh" Bilbo was totally alienated by passion, he knew he was about to climax.
"I will continue driving you crazy until you tell me everything, burglar," Thorin whispered in his ear with voice husky in arousal and then he began to nibble his ear with desperation, wanted to devour him whole.
But Bilbo did not talk about his concerns at any time during the delicious sexual act, despite the pleasurable torture. He didn't want to speak about it, he wanted to circumvent it as possible, he wanted to make Thorin forget it and at last to ignore it. In addition, Bilbo was too much excited, completely lost in lust. All he could do was reach cling tightly to the sheets, which due were made of satin, slipped down the bed. But Bilbo continued trying to cling to them because he felt as if Thorin had intention to split him in two, Bilbo could not say a word, his excited voice just could intone loud groans until finally climaxed in a spill of his warm sperm splashing the abdomen of them both. It was an exquisite experience, almost psychedelic, wonderful.
It was even more exciting to feel again as Thorin poured his orgasm in explosion inside him, a warm and wonderful feeling that Bilbo did not want to stop enjoying. And when this delicious dose of sex finished, Thorin turned the hobbit on the bed. The hobbit overexcited obeyed him, though a bit doubtful. Soon his face was put on the pillow, and Bilbo began to feel the heavy and rough hands of the male dwarf king rested on his buttocks and began to touch across his bare skin with delicate caresses until Bilbo began to feel how the fingers of the dwarf are outlining his entry and got wet with the viscose ejaculation which he had poured into him. Bilbo could still feel the warmth of his seed within him which inevitably trickled between his buttocks and spilled down his thighs.
Thorin stopped to watch the glorious view of his sexy little hobbit, and he continued outlining his dilated entrance with his fingers and began to explore inside.
"Oh Bilbo you are so perfect..." Thorin whispered greatly, getting excited again. The hobbit could feel a pleasant electrifying feeling throughout his body. Soon again he felt his cock harden again, all the boldness of Thorin was again causing him an inexorable erection. He could not help giving a start to feel the fingers of Thorin going more into him, poking far as he could get.
"You're so tight, so narrow... and it's a pleasantly feeling so warm to be inside you," said Thorin panting, his whispering voice was full of lust.
"Ahh Thorin..." groaned the hobbit helplessly, arching his back due the wonderful stimulation, he could almost feel that Thorin was about to reach out to touch his prostate just with this reckless groping of his fingers. His cock was fully hard again, his penis began to leak a bit again, beating heat, and he felt how Thorin continued rummaging inside him and Bilbo could not help to compress his buttocks for every internal contact of his fingers.
"You like that I make you this, right, burglar? You're a naughty hobbit...a really dirty, sexy hobbit, really you're enjoying" Thorin muttered bodily.
"Thorin please, do it now... put your cock inside me again. For me it is also delicious... feeling you inside..." he mused the hobbit with difficult voice, trying to sound uninhibited and provocative but an undeniable color raised to his face, his face was reddening from his cheeks up to his ears.
Thorin smirked malicious and stopped the obscene groping. He watched the expanded entry of his hobbit for a moment and soon began to introduce his thick erection inside him, making it enter almost entirely in one lunge.
"Ahhh you're so huge, Thorin..." groaned the hobbit with pleasure, his body shivered as he felt the invasion within him, yet it still costed a little getting used to feel that hard phallus inside him, it was still something strange, but every time he felt it and whenever Thorin began to ram into him Bilbo understand that he could not repent of anything and certainly their bodies fit perfect to make love. The union of their bodies was always perfect, no matter the place or position what they did, their bodies were always complemented by delicious ecstasy. Bilbo never imagined that two people of the same sex could be complemented so well, but he was now completely sure of that Thorin had been made for him and he had been made for Thorin, although both also were part of different races. Also Bilbo loved him too, he had completely fallen in love with the stubborn dwarf king and it was something fully reciprocated.
"It feels so wonderfully well to be inside you, Bilbo, feeling the shelter of your narrow cavity imprisoning my manhood. I don't want this delicious sex never cease, I want to make you mine forever" Thorin muttered between loud groans and gasps of complete ecstasy, Bilbo drove him crazy in every way, it maddened him greatly how the small body of the hobbit always attracted his hard cock inward every time he started to penetrate him, as if he were unwilling to let it go, It happened always, in any sexual position. To have sex with Bilbo always was wonderful.
"Ahh Thorin continue, please...don't stop"
Thorin increases violently thrusts inside him. Their bodies moved again together in exciting union. They could only hear loud moans inside the room mixed with the sound causing by each of lunges, the continuous shock of their wet skin.
The lovers had several intense sex sessions for the rest of the night. It seemed that both bodies had unleashed all lust for one night for all those nights had accumulated to elude repress their desires.
Now they were terribly exhausted, but did not matter. They had loved in every possible way, a perfect union connected to the concave and convex, of alpha and omega, of light and dark. Their bodies were perfect together when they were forming one. They were a perfect contrast and complement.
Before they fell asleep by strong vigorous activity, they embraced each other huddled on the bed. Bilbo fascinated feeling the warmth of the strong, hairy chest of Thorin, and enjoyed to hear a soft hiss of his breath while he leaned his head over it. And then Thorin put one of his strong arms around Bilbo's naked body and led it down to the lower back and explore with his hand again the same bare skin which he had taken possession a few minutes ago and all the night. Bilbo was so beautiful to him to the sight and touch, his body was a temple precious that now Thorin could access almost every time he wished because now they were married and they became ardent lovers at night. It could be only a subjective thought and perhaps foolishly romantic but for Thorin, Bilbo was perfect. The most perfect creature ever could have found anywhere else. And he was his.
"Oh my little hobbit, you're so beautiful. I would love to have you like this with me forever, and end up sleeping next to you this way so sweet" muttered the dwarf with sincerity, stroking his curly brown hair.
But Thorin was not about to let Bilbo alone charged with all his worries. The concerns of the hobbit now were also him. But before the dwarf king decided to ask him again for his state of recurrent melancholy, Bilbo was the one who spoke first this time.
"Thorin..." mused the hobbit doubtful.
"Tell me, little burglar" whispered Thorin and stroked again Bilbo's curly hair between the phalanges of his hand, scruffy due the hard sex.
"I know... you have lived many things, even long before I was born because you are triple the age older than me and because... it is well known by everyone in the middle Earth about the longevity of the dwarves" said at last the hobbit, doubtful and self-conscious.
"So that was what has been worrying you..." he guessed Thorin and stroked him more and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
"Well... it's partly of that, you know well that I cannot live as long as you, the hobbits aging much faster," he mumbled the hobbit hesitant as his fingers began to twitch in circles over the chest of Thorin.
"I know, but in our case it will not be an impediment. Nothing bad will happen, Bilbo. We'll grow old together" Thorin said with a smile, speaking softly to calm the hobbit and most fondly stroked the brown curls of his hair.
"That's not true, we cannot deceive it" he protested the hobbit with decisive voice.
"Of course it's true, after all I already am almost 200 years old. Despite the longevity of the dwarves, we are not eternal. Also we grow old," said Thorin with more serious tone.
The latter said by Thorin made him feel hesitate again, but then Bilbo mused that perhaps Thorin was right, somehow he was comforted, because after all Bilbo was a hobbit relatively young, a hobbit who was just about to turn fifty and two years. But still he could not help feeling fearful and hesitant to it. Suddenly Bilbo felt tiny and insignificant, in much the same way he had felt before Gandalf came his home a year ago to invite him to the adventure, the greatest adventure of his life where he ended up knowing the love of his life.
"Good... but after all I am a hobbit...you know well," he mumbled the nervous hobbit. Thorin smiled because despite his self-conscious attitude, Bilbo was always looked very tender, Thorin could not resist his modesty. And smiled because he really did not care, he would always love him and he wanted that the hobbit dispel from his mind the absurd concern that so much disturbed him.
"That's what really made me fall in love with you, Mr. Baggins, you're a hobbit, and now also you're my hobbit" said Thorin emphasizing his tone of affection and gently kissed the lips of his beloved hobbit.
"Thorin well... but also a hobbit like me..." muttered Bilbo irresolute, and embraced again the body of Thorin. At that time he wanted to return to sidestep the issue but he could not avoid it anymore.
Thorin sighed and sat up on the bed. He took the hobbit's left hand and took it in his. Then Thorin began talking with precise voice.
"You're my hobbit, Mr. Baggins and you have nothing else to worry about. Our age is nothing but a small and insignificant detail. I do not really see the biggest drawback. Our age difference and races has not prevented that now I'm crazy for you and I have decided to share my life with you, defying any natural law or any law of the hobbits and dwarves. Nothing matters to me more than loving you."
"But Thorin! Do not you understand? I'm a hobbit! I know nothing of the dwarfs, I'm not really worthy enough of to be sat on the throne with you to govern your people! I'm so small in such a big kingdom and coarse as Erebor, a kingdom with so much history and exploits to tell, with much gold and jewelry among its palaces that would buy a thousand times throughout the entire Shire. I am not worthy of that wealth and I do not think being fit enough to direct it, because I'm not even a warrior" finally snapped the hobbit and took off his hand from Thorin's hand rather abruptly.
Bilbo tried to sit on the edge of the bed, despite the pain he felt in his butt caused by unbridled sex, and inevitably he gave a wince. The candle placed beside the bureau was almost consumed, satin sheets running down his bare chest and fell gracefully over his legs, forming a clear silhouette over the bulge formed by his now shrunken member.
Thorin was a little confused at the sudden and direct complain of the hobbit. The look and the words of Bilbo had denoted complete upheaval. A puzzled expression crossed his face and made him frown slightly. He felt hopelessly annoying because that, although he had always admired the modesty of Bilbo, he did not like that Bilbo tried to underestimating himself in that way, especially after that himself, Thorin Oakenshield, descendant of the legendary Durin king under the mountain had been who had confessed and showed him his total love at first instance. Thorin had become him his beloved consort defying his entire kingdom to make respect his decision. The way Bilbo exclaimed that he did not feel worthy to rule at his side made him feel like a knife stabbing through his heart because it was as if with that judgment Bilbo also rejected his love.
An awkward silence for a few seconds remained in the whole room. Bilbo was slightly stooped and shrugged. He turned his back and even tried to ignore his look and his face was stiff. Then Thorin also sat up the edge of the bed and let out another long sigh and then pose one hand on the shoulder of Bilbo and gently squeezed it a little.
"Bilbo, there is nothing to fear. You are the most appropriate to be my consort, the fate wanted it. The fate brought us together and I decided to woo you, the fate made me love you, marry you, become you my consort and there is nothing I could regret. And you did not have to comply with any term or condition for it. Do not you understand?" Thorin muttered, looked into his eyes and sighed. Bilbo looked at him askance, but he still was not completely sure. But Bilbo did not doubt of Thorin, but of himself and unavoidable issues that clearly made them be different. They were a hobbit and a dwarf, two very different races. And uneven aging was something they just could not avoid.
"But Thorin, I'm afraid to not do it well. That is, I do not even understand a word of your language. How am I supposed to govern such a majestic and powerful kingdom when I know nothing of Khuzdul? I do not even... not even know until now what is your real name. Because I know well that the dwarves have originally names in Khuzdul which they not reveal to the other races, I heard that of your nephews Fili and Kili and when I asked Balin he confirmed me that. he did not tell me something more, just told me that yours was majestic and worthy of your race" Bilbo sputtered curved and Thorin unexpectedly approached to his ear and whispered his real name, which in fact he had never revealed to anyone except to another dwarf. But Bilbo was now his husband and he had right and Thorin could trust him. He should not be ashamed to reveal a secret so jealous like that who now had the right to rule by his side on the same throne. Bilbo felt greatly invaded by emotion and greatly moved. Then he turned to Thorin and rushed to hug him until in a moment his lips met his in a passionate kiss, consummating the mutual agreement they had agreed with this important revelation.
Both lovers felt invaded again by the lust which gave them enough momentum to not fall into lethargy yet. They made love again until just before dawn.
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The next day they had breakfast together, enjoying the nice time in the dining room. Later, at noon Bilbo decided that he should to end of reorganizing all the furniture and belongings of his house and the garden and he should inspect and fix them.
There was still much to do.
It was the second day since they had come back to Bag End and very early, after Bilbo enjoyed breakfast in the company of his dwarf husband, Bilbo walked to the small fence that separated the garden from the main courtyard. He hurried to see the desolate state of his garden and found what he expected beforehand, he found a totally neglected garden full of herbs and weeds. It had been a year since anyone pruned that garden, and probably the other hobbits and animals had caused damage all over the place during his absence.
He noticed immediately that there was a lot to repair because the previous day, after all the trouble they had had to fix caused by hobbits, they had been unable even to look at his garden and the small orchard because of they had been busy with the recovery of the furniture and fixing misunderstandings. They really had enough by removing weeds and Bilbo knew it would take time and effort, so he immediately started to get down to work and started cutting all weed. Thick thorny plants were tangled around the garden until the gate. Not too long after Thorin went to help him with the total will, bringing shovels and scissors that he had gotten from the shelf where Bilbo had told him that he kept the tools and other home appliances. Both were pruning the garden for a few hours, until the sun radiated were just above on the blue sky of that warm May morning.
The tension, however, seemed to remain between them. Although they had resolved their differences, both were still a little worried because the issue which had talked and discussed the night before. They had enjoyed during all the night being in bed together in carnal pleasure as husbands and lovers they were, but since they had just woken up in the morning they had not spoken each other so much, even during the breakfast. And since Bilbo had awakened he had been considering asking Thorin he began to teach him a few words in his dwarf language from that day, but countless times he had resisted doing so. Also despite Thorin remained all the time at his side, even for simple tasks like carrying the breakfast dishes to the sink, the truth was that Bilbo could see well that Thorin was having a somewhat evasive attitude which was not already usually in him. For a long time, even long before Thorin started courting him, the dwarf always showed his affection for the hobbit. But this morning he was very elusive, ignored, almost absent. Bilbo could not help feeling anxious and worried about it. Perhaps all was due the pride that Thorin felt to jealously keep in secret his language.
But despite the few words, it was another wonderful enjoyable moment for both and Bilbo found that Thorin was also skillful to fix a garden like his and especially Thorin proved him he was also adept at planting in the small garden, because during that lapse he commented about his knowledge in some plants and fruits.
When they were about to end most of the cleaning of the annoying weeds, the small garden and the adjoining orchard were pretty nice again. The garden and the orchard were almost completely stripped of all weeds, but now there was not a vegetable and good flower grown there, surely the other hobbits or animals had torn and eaten all fruits and flowers.
But despite the pleasant coexistence that both had in the garden, it could definitely feel a rarefied atmosphere, it was as if they were short of words with intent to avoid talking about what they had discussed the night before.
Bilbo could see that the unusual austerity of Thorin's remains and still felt doubtful to ask why, besides he did not have the desire to insist it and he assumed that everything between them had been in agreement.
Thus they spent the rest of the day and the rest of the afternoon. Together they continued arranging the furniture in the hobbit house until night fell again.
However at some point in the evening, just after they were sure close doors and windows well, Bilbo finally dared to inquire trying to do it with caution.
"Thorin, then... are you going to teach me to speak Khuzdul?" at last the curious hobbit asked but internally he still felt doubtful while both sat at the table to eat a stew for dinner.
But Thorin did a long pause before answering and looked at him with some seriousness.
"Do you really want to learn?" said the dwarf a bit ludicrous and ironic, although internally certainly he also could not help feeling doubtful. He avoided looking up at the hobbit and bypassed the look and took a loaf of bread that was about to split with his hands. Bilbo did not stop frowning slightly, he suddenly felt a bit slighted.
"Of course!" He snapped the hobbit decided while he approached his mouth a spoonful of the soup "Is there an issue of great magnitude why cannot I learn it?."
Thorin was surprised due the defensive and defiant reaction of the hobbit, chuckled a little mocking again and sighed before continuing and clenched his hands on the table.
"No, no way...not of my part, as I told you, I will do teach you" he said.
"Then why have you been acting so serious all the time?" Bilbo questioned.
"For nothing special..." the dwarf said.
"Since we talked about this the last night you've been a little elusive with me..." he muttered the hobbit.
"That's not true, nor is it my intention. It's just that maybe sometimes I can be more reflective than usual." Thorin explained.
"Perhaps it is you think I'm not able to learn your language. As hard as it is I have a strong desire to learn and master, Thorin, I agreed to be your consort and now I want to be the best!" He snapped the hobbit raising his voice a little and with clear determination in his eyes.
"No, Bilbo, not about that. I know you're very capable of mastering it, because all this time since I met you for the first time, you've shown everyone what you're capable of. I know you totally have the readiness to do so, I could not never doubt you. You're not afraid of anything Mr. Baggins and that's really admirable... but" Thorin seemed irresolute.
"but…"
"The dwarves have certain protocols" Thorin said, sighing again, quite reluctant. Bilbo felt a bit annoying and inevitably excluded again. Also that day he was not particularly full of patience.
"What do you mean?" He asked the hobbit, trying to appease his anger a little.
"Dwarves have always been very jealous of the language that Aulë created for us. The dwarves have never wanted other races learn our words, it is why even our real names remain hidden for posterity and we prefer to call ourselves with a second name in the common language of all the inhabitants of Middle Earth know."
"That means you're not entirely convinced to accept teaching me your language and customs."
"No, but maybe you should first learn to understand that," Thorin said.
"So that means that you also have those thoughts so obtuse and you really do not want to teach me the language. Oh well! But you can marry a hobbit because that you wanted. Or is that all you want in me is having sex?" Bilbo said sternly and with annoyance, he could not avoid showing the frustration that this caused him. He felt used and misunderstood in any way.
Thorin felt restless again, Bilbo's words and the way he had spoken it had hurt a bit his heart. Certainly despite their customs since time immemorial, he did not want his hobbit be angry about it and he neither wanted Bilbo felt excluded of it. But he could not change the fact that Bilbo was a hobbit and not a dwarf.
"Of course it's not that Bilbo. I have not married you for a simple and banal whim like that. I do not know why the hell you're thinking that way. Sex between us has been certainly delicious, the best sex of my whole life, but you know very well why it was I began to woo you and why at the end I married you. And yes, I share these thoughts, obtuse or backward or whatever you call them, because they were instilled for my parents, my grandparents, my ancestors and my people, Bilbo. We cannot and will not escape from it. I am a dwarf descendant of Durin, do you know his story? Do you know that Durin was created as the leader of the first dwarves made of stone by Aulë that he hid of Yavanna and Ilúvatar?, Durin was born long before many of the creatures of Middle-Earth were created. Khuzdul is by and for dwarves and not for others. Aulë created that language for us and it has been so since time immemorial," said Thorin frowning, had gotten a little exasperated. Bilbo also could not stop sketching his face an expression of disgust. He felt rejection and tremendous affliction. And Thorin showed strict firmness, but the fact was that he was not at all upset but he wanted to make clear what Khuzdul and Durin meant to the people of his race.
"You're right, I know nothing of Durin and your people, nor Aulë or whoever that created all of you and guided the dwarves since ancient times. Nor I have any blood connection with the dwarves. I do not know a damn thing about your family, or your generational tree. not even know the names of all members of your immediate family, even if they have fake names like yours. all that's because I'm a fucking hobbit, a simple hobbit who was taken to a quest due the whim of a wizard to going on an adventure where I met your lives and I fell in love with you, the king of Erebor. and yet I am a hobbit who suddenly overnight became the consort of the king under the mountain, and then I think that now gives me enough right to learn your language, your conducts, though no bloodline can link me to you all never" snapped the hobbit even bolder.
Thorin did not stop his hard expression on his face, and could not help but look at him and see every detail of his decisive expression. Bilbo looked completely decided.
Thorin clenched his hands on the table and spoke.
"I know Bilbo, your words are full of reason, but maybe teach our language does not have to be started only by my own decision. Of course, I am the king, but it would be best to consult with the kingdom."
"Then why did you tell me your name in Khuzdul? Was not too closed secret to be revealed to a simple hobbit something so important like that?" He snapped the hobbit mostly denoting his annoyance though tried to concentrate on his meal half finished. His cheeks were red with disgust.
"It's a jealous secret, you're right. Our names have never been revealed to anyone and will continue so for posterity. But... you are no longer a simple hobbit, you are now part of the kingdom of Erebor and above all you are my consort, the person I decided love. Because you're that special person, I thought it was appropriate to tell you my real name, because I know you will keep it in secret from all other creatures of different races," said Thorin with voice softened as he tried to fondle Bilbo's hand that was resting on the table.
Feeling the subtle caress, the hobbit could realize that Thorin spoke with complete sincerity and then he thought that he should correspond it with his own conviction and promise to keep his real name in secret and above all he must try to be more sympathetic to him. Suddenly Bilbo had subsided.
"And you know of my part I will never reveal your real name, Thorin..." the hobbit whispered, much quieter. He gave a sigh of resignation
"And that's something totally appreciated, I know I can trust you Bilbo. Because reveal our names to other races is one of the things that makes us feel extreme disgrace, there are many things that can cause great dishonor to the dwarves, but fall in love with a beautiful creature like a hobbit like you never could be cause of shame" confessed Thorin and stroked Bilbo's hand with greater intention and tenderness. Although his hands were rough, they complemented each other very well in contact with the trembling hands of Bilbo and took it in his and lifted it up to his chest "because the dwarfs when we love, we love forever and we cannot love anyone else, even although we cannot have the one we love."
"Then I do not understand why you don't want to teach me to speak Khuzdul" mused the hobbit "I could save it as a secret forever! I would keep it safe with my life if it were necessary!" Bilbo spoke decided.
"I know Bilbo, I can be completely sure of it. And I promise that I'll teach you to talk it. But as I said before I have to consult with the rest of the dwarves advisers to then make the official announcement that the consort hobbit who governs beside the King of Erebor is determined to learn and speak our language. You will be the first hobbit who speaks the language that was created for the warriors made of the stone created by the great Aulë and I want all my people will accept it," he mumbled Thorin and with that he passed confidence to Bilbo to let him know that indeed would keep his word.
Bilbo could not resist getting up from the table and rushed to hug him, squeezed tightly and Thorin corresponded to embrace and wrapped him with his strong arms of dwarf warrior. That sublime embrace eventually reconciled them completely.
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That night again, both lovers gave total surrender to passion. It was another really wonderful evening for both making love inside Bag End while outside the full moon shone prodigiously on the starry sky.
The next morning, Bilbo returned again arranging his garden. From early morning when it was still fresh and the sun had not finished out from the horizon, the hobbit took his tools necessary to continue removing the last weeds that had grown and had invaded his garden. Luckily they were about to end all. And although his garden now looked pretty cute was not even half as good it had been the last time he had seen before embarking on an adventure to recover the kingdom of Erebor. But he could strive to leave it again arranged. Besides the dwarf king again had shown him that he really had an interest and knowledge in some things of the garden, so gardening at his side was extremely enjoyable. Thorin had suggested him plant some new flowers or a fruit tree, but Bilbo thought it might not be a good idea if they would return soon to Erebor.
After a while, being in the midst of the garden, Bilbo stopped to take a break when they had managed to finish cutting all the weeds that still had been covering the lattice and even had spread some walls of the facade. It was just past noon and the heat in the atmosphere was increasing with the passing of the hours. Bilbo felt a little heated, and sought sit under a shade while Thorin continued finishing his work removing some weeds from the banks.
The hobbit found a good spot under an old tree and sat on the grass they had just pruned, soon leaned his head on the trunk and heaved a sigh of relief and fanned himself with a little air.
"Wow that was a little difficult to obtain an end to this weed, but in the end we have achieved it in two days," said the hobbit hissing. Thorin turned to see it. From this distance the heated hobbit looked exhausted and beautiful in his eyes. Then Thorin decided to approach to the hobbit and squatted beside him. Bilbo watched at him hesitant, a little afraid to look up and meet his eyes. He did not want to meet his haunting expression outlined in his face, he knew that despite everything still had some tension because of the matter of their differences of races so Bilbo decided to just look at him and looked away momentarily and keep a bit away. But suddenly Thorin skillfully took the hobbit's face in his hands and forced him to find his face against his to steal a soft kiss from his lips. Their lips were dry, dehydrated by heat and Bilbo corresponded to kiss and closed his eyes to enjoy as the mouths of both merged into growing desire to deepen the kiss. The kiss made the thirst of both were sated and when they finally parted Bilbo found an affable smile on the face of his dwarf husband, a sweet smile that made him regain confidence in him to know that really Thorin was not upset by the discussion they had had.
"I love to see you so exhausted, Mr. Baggins, you look sexier" Thorin muttered, gently stroking the right cheek of the hobbit who blushed a little because maybe someone could still go out and see them, nevertheless had not yet managed to get used the curious glances and harassing of others hobbits when he had such acts with his husband.
"Thorin, all you want it's provoke me...and you know I can't resist you," said the hobbit laughable, but almost inaudibly, candidly laying a hand on the knee of the dwarf. Bilbo squeezed it a little and then smirked.
Thorin giggled a little and stood in place and soon reached for the hobbit to help him up. Then Bilbo took his hand and stood up. A few twigs and a few dried leaves adhered to the fabric of his pants.
Thorin not released his hand, he decided to walk together with their hands united until the middle of the small garden, while the hobbit still was shaking a little his clothes. Thorin could not stop to smile, could not stop of his face a big smile caused by the great joy that made him feel being next to his hobbit. And noting the lively and compelling expression of his dwarf, Bilbo blushed even more.
"I know you still have that little acorn, Mr. Baggins, and you always bring it with you wherever you go. Do you remember our promise?" asked Thorin suggestive, looking at the blushed hobbit.
"Oh, I course I remember! Besides in fact I have it here with me" then the hobbit took from the pocket of his pants that little acorn with which he had made a promise to plant it in his garden, but it was not the same acorn he had picked up the first time when they were still in the middle of the journey to the desolation of Smaug, it was the same acorn which Thorin and he had picked up together in the garden of Beorn a few days ago when they had been right in front of a large oak tree. They had promised to plant their own oak tree together. But until now, and after all the mess caused by the hobbits who had looted his home, Bilbo had forgotten.
"I had forgotten about it, sorry" the hobbit apologized between giggles.
"I did not forget it Mr. Baggins, but I was waiting for you yourself were the one who proposed plant it at once," said Thorin, fiddling with the phalanges of his fingers together in his.
"We can do it right now, but...on second thought maybe it would not be a very good idea," mumbled the hobbit, doubtful. Moving the little acorn between his fingers nervously and sidestepped the look.
"Why, Bilbo?" the dwarf asked, intrigued to know why the hobbit was worried.
"Well, maybe when we return to Erebor we will not be able to care for the tree that can arise from this acorn, maybe we cannot haunt him regularly and soon it would die," he said, looking straight in the eye "perhaps maybe we should plant it in Erebor better." he suggested a little crestfallen.
Thorin smiled and giggled again.
"Mr. Baggins, we could plant one on both sites. Do not think I do not remember that you had picked up another acorn even before I started to woo you. Let's plant two, one in each of our homes. And I promise you that we will visit your home here in Bag End regularly. We could come back often and spend several seasons here and take care of our tree, besides being at your home fascinates me greatly. Your house is really wonderful."
Bilbo laughed, he was really excited by the words of his husband.
"I think that's a good idea Thorin, excites me so much. Also you are right with respect to the other acorns. But just remember this, Bag End has always been your home too."
The hobbit grinned and hugged the dwarf and Thorin kissed his forehead and then again their lips met in a sweet kiss, while they enjoyed under the old tree that was giving them shade.
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Final note: Okay, I eventually took me longer than it should to update this fic but hey I hope you liked it :) and I also hope you liked the digital painting and the cover I did specially for this chapter.
And as always I apologize if I made mistakes ^^U English is not my first language, I always try my best ;)