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Chapter 4
The next morning Bilbo woke with the worst headache on the planet. The first thing he noticed were all the smells of rock and trees coming from behind his door. The second thing he noticed was the smell of fresh rain and oak coming from close by. Startled Bilbo jerked around, and found himself in bed with Thorin. How the hell had he gotten into the same room as Thorin?! Bilbo racked his brains, and all he could really remember was being forced into a drinking party with Ori, Kili, and Fili. Bilbo glanced down with a furrowed brow then sighed with relief. He and Thorin were both still fully clothed. That was a huge sense of relief. They had just shared a bed. No more, thank Yavanna! With relief in his heart Bilbo slipped from the bed, and rushed out of the room.
Going towards the kitchen Bilbo started making pancakes, bacon, sausages, and oat meal. Since their journey would be starting today the least he could do is make a huge morning meal for all the were-dwarves to start seeing him as part of the pack. Out of all the were-creatures in this world were-dwarves are of the most protective, and territorial of all the wolves out there. Not that there were only wolves out there. Bilbo remembered meeting a few bears and big cat weres although it was mostly due to Gandalf's fault.
With a frown plastered on his face, Bilbo continued mechanically cooking without realizing the groans and thumps of dwarves being woken with the sound of sizzling meat, and baking bread from pancakes. It wasn't until Bilbo heard the first throat clear, that he spun around in surprise. With a bright red face, he saw at least five pairs of eyes staring either at him or the wonderful food spread along the counter.
Clearing his throat Bilbo stuttered, "W-would you all like to help yourself?"
Watching as excitement crossed half the faces, while the other half turned thoughtful. He gulped suddenly wondering if he made the right decision. Turning back to the fried eggs he was making he startled when a gruff voice grunted behind him.
"Fried eggs and ham are the best way to start a journey. None of those poached eggs."
Turning around startled Bilbo started at Thorin. He was fully dressed, and looked like he could careless for the eggs before the start of his journey. He was just ready to be on the way to go right now.
"Alright. . ?" Bilbo said quietly in his confusion.
With a regal nod Thorin went, and found a seat next to a grinning Dwalin. Turning back to the eggs Bilbo, stood slightly frozen. He was still wondering what happened, he finished up Thorin's claimed eggs, and slid the plate over to him.
With eyebrows raised from all around the room Bilbo just shrugged, "He asked for fried eggs." As if that explained everything and it kind of did.
With a chuckle Gandalf appeared around the corner with a slightly haggard looking Nori. "Well, Bilbo you seemed to have tamed the beast, so to speak." With another chuckle Gandalf grabbed some porridge.
"Gandalf, you truly are funny," Bilbo mocked back with a glare still mad at the man for keeping secrets that he would have rather known, before agreeing to the conditions of his service.
After breakfast, the pack moved around Bag End picking up their discarded clothes and robes preparing to leave. Bilbo moved swiftly around his home with his only thought being about what things he may need for this trip. He was just starting to pack multiple sets of trousers and waist coats when he realized that he had no idea as to the location he was being started at. He knew from past experience that he should pack clothes for all weather, but he still should figure out where they were first heading too.
Coming out of his room with a pack of clothing that was durable and light Bilbo sniffed around silently. Quickly he made his way towards the back. He dodged Fili who seemed to have Kili penned to the wall next to the study. They were out of the way so Bilbo did not stop very long to ponder what they may have been doing. Heading to the back through the dining room where Balin, Oin, and Bombur seemed to be making plans. He left Dwalin, Ori, and Dori in the kitchen and headed around the corner to one of the few trees in his backyard. Ironically enough it was an oak tree the two of them were standing under having what appeared to be a major discussion.
"I don't care whether you believe they may be able to help or not Gandalf! We are not going, or stopping in Rivendell! I refuse!" Thorin spat out ferociously.
Gandalf messaged his temple then placed his hand together in a steeple, "Thorin." He stated simple, "I do not believe you are fully aware of the challenges, and supplies we are in need of. Now that Bilbo has agreed we may as use his connections and assistance to the full of his potential. Where is the point in acquiring help when you won't even put the offered help to use?"
At this Thorin growled lowly before Bilbo's honey suckle and brown sugar scent hit him full force in the nose. Bilbo recognized the stiffening of shoulders and braced himself to be on the defensive, just in case. Little did Bilbo know, Thorin was actually fighting to keep his wolf under his control. When he finally turned around the only evidence of his struggle was that his eyes were brighter blue.
Bilbo swallowed nervously taking the show of alpha as a sign of anger. "I was j-just wondering where we will be starting from. Since I only know what was taken, and the culprit that you all believe is responsible. I am sure you don't have anything for me to track here with you. . ." Bilbo trailed off slowly.
The cause was due to the nearly feral look that sparked in Thorin's eyes. Glancing quickly at Gandalf for reassurance in his safety Bilbo nearly cried when he seemed just as unsure.
"We will be heading back to the site of the theft. Erebor. It will be few weeks journey, and then you shall lead us to The Arkenstone." Thorin practically purred out. Well, to be honest it was more of a rumble. It was not overly important how he said it, all Bilbo knew was it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. The tone made him nearly melt.
"O-o-okay," Bilbo stuttered with wide eyes. Then he bolted as quickly as was physically possible inside his home.
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Thorin stood stalk still under the oak tree he and Gandalf had been talking under. He had no clue what had come over him. Slowly he glared over his at a softly chuckling wizard. He glared harder at the wizard when Gandalf just laughed all the more at the poor alpha.
"If only you truly knew what that meant, Thorin." Gandalf stated wiping some tears from his eyes. "If you truly knew you would not be giving me that look. You would be less confused about your own instincts at the same time!"
"Do not patronize me wizard!" Thorin growled, griping his hair he tugged, "If the entire trip is going to consist of this battle between me and my senses, we shall have to come up with other precautions for the safety of my pack!"
With a snort Gandalf stated lightly, "If you did not feel the ridiculous need to fight your instincts we would not be having this discussion the first place!" With a glare now on his face, "I should also warn you that should any harm befall my hobbit there will be so very much hell to pay." With a crackle of energy shrouding the wizard at his words Gandalf marched back into the house, Thorin just snorted and growled a warning under his breathe.
He did NOT appreciate the claim another had onto the hobbit his wolf seemed hell bent on having. He did figure that by the time this month was up, his wolf will have calmed down. His attraction was nothing more than curiosity of a new adorable omega wolf integrating himself into his pack. If by this time next month he was in the same boat maybe he would start the tentative wooing process. MAYBE! Thinking back to the smell of honey suckle and brown sugar Thorin wondered for the thousandth time if he may have bitten off more than he could chew.
Shaking his head he glared at the ground. No, Thorin was always in control of his body there is no if, ands, or buts about it. He was the perfect alpha. He would control his instincts the same way that his father and grandfather had. They had beaten the training into his skull. He would not for the life of the Durin Lineage let them down. Regardless of how wild his instincts might go. With all those thoughts in his head Thorin slowly headed back into the house trying to figure out the best way to avoid any more instinct flare ups.
