Ze Final Chapter! Warning: i don't know if there is a warning... :P but there are lyrics to "All I Need" by Within Temptation. Enjoy!

I'm dying to catch my breath
Oh, why don't I ever learn?
I've lost all my trust,
though I've surely tried to turn it around

Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
when you hold me in your embrace

Don't tear me down for all I need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe

Don't tear me down
You've opened the door now, don't let it close

I'm here on the edge again
I wish I could let it go
I know that I'm only one step away from turning it around

Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
when you hold me in your embrace

Don't tear me down for all I need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe

Don't tear it down, what's left of me
Make my heart a better place

I tried many times but nothing was real
Make it fade away, don't break me down
I want to believe that this is for real
Save me from my fear
Don't tear me down

Don't tear me down for all I need
Make my heart a better place
Don't tear me down for all I need
Make my heart a better place

Give me something I can believe
Don't tear it down, what's left of me
Make my heart a better place

Make my heart a better place

I have never been so wrong... in all my life.

Bilbo smiled to himself as he thought about that hug on the Carrock. He snuggled deeper in the fur coat he was wearing and sighed with content. He closed his eyes and pressed his nose against the coat, breathing in the heavy, musky scent of the dwarf king. After a long while, he looked up and saw Thorin smiling at him from where he was conversing with his noblemen in the great halls of a newly reclaimed Erebor. Bilbo smiled shyly at the dwarf king before shifting his attention to the finger poking his arm. "Kili?" he asked, smiling at the young heir who was still healing from the battle. "What is it?"

"Not much time until tonight," he said happily, bouncing on his toes. "Come on. We have to get you presentable for Uncle."

"Can't have our hobbit looking like a famished creature just out of Mirkwood. Now, can we?" Fili added, slinging his arm around Bilbo's shoulders. "Let's have that coat and..." He, with the help of Kili and Bofur, pried Thorin's coat from the protesting hobbit's shoulders and slung it over his shoulder while his brother and Bofur led Bilbo to the royal quarters.

"If you are carrying the coat," Bilbo began as he glanced every few seconds at Fili as they walked through the halls, "I can't see why I could have worn it."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, hobbit," Fili said, shaking a stubby index finger in front of Bilbo's face. "Mustn't fuss, now. Must be prepared for Uncle."

"And exactly what am I being prepared for?" Bilbo asked, squeaking as the three dwarfs pushed him into the chambers. "What-"

"Wait here," Kili said, closing the door with a bang and leaving Bilbo alone in the room. "We'll be back!" the dwarf called from outside the chambers.

"Dwarfs!" Bilbo exclaimed to himself. "Damn dwarfs who think they can shove me in here! UGH!" Bilbo's annoyed huff turned into a pathetic whimper as he slid to the floor with his back against the wooden door. "Where did they go...?" he asked to himself as he stared at the room before him. Thorin's room... which would soon be theirs. Bilbo sighed; he didn't know how these dwarven marriages worked and he was sure Fili, Kili, and Bofur were rousing the women to come and dress him for this public occasion. He sighed again as he remembered Thorin telling him what was to happen, but the poor hobbit had... well, stopped listening when he heard the words 'swords' and 'blood'; that was pretty much a turn off for Bilbo though he was still excited about becoming Consort under the Mountain. Oh, there were a number of things he was excited about but none included the fact on actually going through the wedding ceremony. If anything, he wished he was married to Thorin at this very moment...

"Bilbo," Thorin's voice called from the other side of the wooden door which was followed by a gentle knock. "It's me."

The hobbit took no time in hurriedly standing and flinging the door open to see his lover standing there with a small smile on his face. "Yes, my King?" Bilbo asked, a smirk quirking the corners of his mouth upward. Ever since Erebor was reclaimed, he had begun to call Thorin 'my King' despite the dwarf's protests about him not being Bilbo's king; nevertheless, the hobbit loved to see the look of lust appear on the dwarf king's face at those words. Bilbo snickered. "I'm waiting."

"May I come in?" Thorin asked, nodding his head towards the room.

Bilbo frowned. "But this is your chamber... Why are you asking me?"

Thorin smiled. "I ran into Balin, and he told me you would be getting ready for tonight." Thorin looked down at his feet as he prepared the next few words to leave his mouth. "I... I wanted to see... you before you become my... Consort..." He glanced at Bilbo and hesitantly smiled. "Is that alright, Bilbo?"

"Yes, of course," Bilbo answered, letting the dwarf king into the room. After closing the door, Bilbo wrung his hands nervously and smiled shyly at Thorin who looked to be in the same boat as he. "Thorin?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, Bilbo?" Thorin replied.

"What's going to happen?"

Thorin sighed. "Well, we are to be married by ancient dwarven customs. We will exchange blood and there will be a feast," Thorin replied with a tight smile.

"What else?" Bilbo asked, shifting his weight onto one leg. "I know there's more, otherwise you wouldn't be looking at me like that."

"Well..."

"Thorin!" Bilbo huffed, swatting the dwarf's arm. "Tell me! I'm panicking here!"

"Bilbo, calm down," Thorin soothed, grasping his lover's arms. "Nothing drastic will happen. You will be there with me, and I will be there with you." He gently pressed a kiss into Bilbo's curls. "I love you, Bilbo. And you will be my consort in a few hours. Just wait."

"Fine," he replied quietly, hugging Thorin tightly as he needed all the comfort he could possibly get. "I love you too..."

Thorin let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in and hugged his hobbit in return. "Alright, three dwarfs are staring at me," he said quietly. "I have to go," he whispered roughly into Bilbo's ear that made the hobbit shiver. "A few hours..."

"A few hours," Bilbo nodded and waved goodbye to Thorin who smiled before slipping from the room under the watchful glare of three dwarven women. Bilbo smiled weakly at the three women before they approached him and began pulling him in all different directions, trying to get him ready for the big evening.

Between the struggles and near falls, Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Ori slid into the room to see the three dwarven women prep the hobbit for the marriage.

Bilbo, who had been in the middle of dodging a needle, scowled deeply at Fili and Kili as the brothers snickered before he got stabbed with the sharp point. "Ow," he mumbled, rubbing his hurt arm. "Is this really necessary?" he asked one of the women.

"Do you not want to marry the King?"

"I-"

"Are you leaving our King?"

"No-"

"Then why do you ask such questions, dear boy? Do not pretend as if marrying the King is a joke."

"I am not-"

"Hush and turn around," the older dwarf commanded, turning Bilbo until the hobbit faced his friends.

"I hate you," Bilbo mouthed to all four dwarfs.

Kili grinned. "Just think of it like this, Bilbo. In a few hours, you and Uncle will be here making all the noise you want."

Bilbo not only breathed harshly through his nose as he narrowed his eyes, he also shook his head and gave Kili the deadliest glare he could muster while avoiding the fact that his own face was red as a beet. "Kili, I loathe you so much right now."

"Turn," another female dwarf commanded.

Bilbo turned but kept his glare on Kili who seemed unmoved, apparently hardened by his uncle's own glares. "Ow!" he squeaked, wincing as the dwarf pulled the needle from his elbow. "I didn't know marriage was painful..." he grumbled supposedly to himself but that wasn't the case here.

"It'll be painful tonight-"

"Kili!" Bilbo raised his voice, startling all seven dwarfs. "Get out!"

"As you wish, your royal Consort," Kili said, his voice gone weak. "I didn't think he'd yell," he whispered to Fili before all four left together.

One of the dwarven women giggled. "It seems our king will have his hands full," she said to her friends who then laughed making Bilbo even more miserable. He couldn't wait till tonight, when he and Thorin were married.

"Are you ready, laddie?" Balin asked, watching Thorin pace an empty private meeting room for the umpteenth time. "He'll be here any minute."

Thorin grunted a response though he kept his eyes trained on the stone floor in front of his feet. "Balin, I am not ready for this," Thorin confessed after a few minutes of silence, the hall filled with nothing but the sound of heavy boots on the cold floor. "What if he... What if we... What if I..."

"Everything will be fine, laddie," Balin said. "I know it. He loves you, and you love him."

"But just what if..."

"Your Majesty," a guard said, coming into the room. "The ceremony is ready."

Thorin nodded. "Thank you, I will be there."

The guard nodded in return and left the room.

"I am not ready..." Thorin grumbled before leaving the room with Balin on his heels.

"Are you ready?" Fili asked as Bilbo clunked and thumped into the throne room. "You don't look ready."

"Well," Bilbo grunted, shifting his head under the weight of a massive gold crown placed upon his curls. "I have about five tons on my head, and I can barely walk in this... this..."

"Ceremonial robe," Fili finished, raising an eyebrow as Bilbo straightened himself only to fall back to a hunched over slump. "Need help?"

"I'm okay," Bilbo answered as he righted himself once more. "Almost there."

"There's Uncle," Kili said, appearing out of nowhere and nearly knocking over Bilbo who had twirled around to see the dwarf king. "Hurry, we must get you ready at the throne for the ceremony." The young dwarf pushed Bilbo towards the throne before straightening and righting the gold crown on the hobbit's auburn curls. "There."

"The King is coming!" a dwarf of Erebor said as Thorin entered the throne room dressed in ceremonial attire.

Bilbo felt his heart race as he laid his eyes on Thorin's sapphire ones; his king looked just as nervous as he, himself, felt. He gulped and quivered his mouth into a nervous smile. Thorin returned the smile and spoke to another dwarf who then began to tell the crowd of dwarfs that gathered in the throne room that the marriage ceremony would begin momentarily. Several dwarfs ushered Bilbo towards the throne where he was positioned in front of the large stone seat. The hobbit glanced around and felt better after he spotted the company near him, all carrying encouraging grins on their faces. Thorin soon joined him, standing across from the hobbit so they were face-to-face, with a comforting smile on his face that made Bilbo's heart flutter uncontrollably in his chest.

Thorin was so regally dressed; he had a deep navy coat, similar to that which was disposed of by the elves on their quest, a silver and gold crown that sat upon his head where his waves of ebony and silver hairs were carefully and neatly combed. The dwarf held an air of royalty that any king should carry throughout his rule, and Bilbo couldn't wait for this dang ceremony to end; proud and regal Thorin should already be his.

"Now," a short, tan-haired dwarf called to all who were gathered in the throne room. "The marriage of Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror, King under the Mountain and Lord of Erebor, to Master Bilbo Baggins of the Shire."

The crowd, including the company, cheered and shouted their approval.

Thorin beamed at Bilbo who also couldn't contain his happiness, though he muttered under his breath, "Of Bag End." Thorin deeply chuckled upon hearing his soon-to-be consort's mutterings. "Soon, Halfling," he whispered, his eyes giving away his happiness.

The marriage ceremony went as planned. Thorin had recited his lines in Khuzdul, while aiding Bilbo in pronouncing the words from a large book the tan-haired dwarf held in his hands. Though Bilbo was a hobbit and not a dwarf, Thorin had made it very clear to his people that his consort would learn the ancient dwarven language Khuzdul as long as he shall live within Erebor. The tan-haired dwarf, according to Bilbo, said some words in the ancient language which were way too fast for him to follow even if he were to learn the language. The next thing the hobbit knew was the dwarf holding a large dagger out to him.

Bilbo flicked his eyes to Thorin who nodded for him to take the dagger. The hobbit gently took the heavy blade from the short dwarf's hand and pointed the sharp point at the palm of his hand. He waited for the signal from the tan-haired dwarf and when he did, Bilbo sliced a small slit in the bottom of his palm, wincing at the pain and blood that seeped from the fresh wound. The dagger was handed to Thorin who repeated the action and held up his bleeding hand. Bilbo did the same with his own hand, and slowly, their hands were pressed together; a large dwarf hand splayed against a hobbit's smaller hand, blending their respective blood together as one rare creation. Bilbo smiled at the dwarf king and blushed when Thorin winked at him. With time, both pulled their hands apart and turned to face the onlooking crowd.

"I will forever pledge my life to Master Bilbo Baggins of the Shire," Thorin declared to the crowd of dwarfs within the room. "Of Bag End," he finished, glancing at Bilbo before taking the hobbit's hand in his own. "I owe him everything," he whispered for only Bilbo's ears to hear.

"As do I," Bilbo answered, scooting closer to the King who couldn't resist in pulling him close for a kiss that brought hundreds of cheers to their ears. The hobbit flushed when Thorin pulled back with a look of love on his face. "That wasn't so awkward..." he joked, standing on his toes to peck Thorin's lips and ignoring another round of applause from the crowd.

"Well, Âzyungâl," Thorin said softly. "We shall have many nights to work on that."

Bilbo felt his face go warm and he knew, up to the tips of his ears, his face was bright red; nevertheless, he smiled upon his new king and the king, his consort. Yes, Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror, King under the Mountain and Lord of Erebor was all Bilbo Baggins of the Bag End could ever need.