Lost Little Souls

Chapter 7

When We Were Young

Morning already. Grumbled Gimli as he rolled out of his bed almost falling to the floor. It had been a terrible night's sleep. After all the excitement at the party, Gimli became worried that his new friend would be spotted. While he didn't fear he would be harmed, just being found could be trouble. Elves were always trouble. That's what his father and uncle told him.

As he dressed, he began to wonder more about Legolas. What had happened to make him run away? He had heard tales of people running away but never that young. Was someone after him? Was he in some kind of danger? Chewing his lip, he pondered the idea of telling his father. Never trust an elf. Echoed in his mind. The words of his father. In the voice of his father. Perhaps not…

Tip-toeing out the door as not to waken anyone, Gimli laughed at the situation. Here he was going to a clandestine meeting with an elf who was his friend. If he had told anyone, they would have thought it was the beginning of a joke. He wasn't sure where the joke began either. Which would make people turn their heads more, the elf or friend part? Gimli was just as irascible as his father and his uncle. Very few people would tolerate such a temper and even less would be will to befriend someone with such a flaw. Friend…It was a weird and inviting notion.

His feet crushed the blades of grass beneath his feet getting his boots wet from the dew. Maybe tomorrow I will bring him a blanket. A blanket…What about food! That stupid elf didn't have any sort of plan. He was just going to stave in those woods! He would have to sneak out later to bring him some. What did elves eat anyway…

Before he could think further on that topic, he spotted his friend curled up asleep on the forest floor, almost in a fetal position. Just like I found him, thought Gimli. Not quiet….Drops of dew clung to the child's hair and clothes. That which had formed on his face had beaded down to the ground leaving streak marks. He must be cold. We really need to build that shelter today.

A mischievous grin formed on his face as he spotted a stick. Just because they were friends, didn't mean he couldn't poke fun at him. Literally. Gently, like before, he poked and prodded his new friend. "Oi, Legolas, time to wake up!" He laughed. To his surprise and disappointment, the elf just batted away the stick, muttering that he wished to sleep longer.

Of course, that was no fun. He was about to hop on his friend, similar to what he had done on several occasions to wake his uncle up, when he spotted something on his friend's right wrist. Looking closer, it appeared to be some sort of dark spot forming. Not a circle, but more around the entire wrist. Gimli was sure it had not been there the night before. His eyes scanned the rest of Legolas form. He couldn't really find anything else, given his sleep position of choice, but when he awake, Gimli would be sure to look.

Ori couldn't help it. He knew in some places, following someone was wrong but he couldn't help it. The little one followed Dwalin from his over crowded home to the forge where he worked. Trying to stay in the shadows to avoid detection, he just watched. Watched as his powerful muscles rippled as he struck the heated metal. Watched as sweat tricked down his sculpted body. But most importantly, he watched as Dwalin opened his lunch pail.

Unbeknownst to the giant dwarf, Ori had snuck something inside the lunch pail. A small drawing. Not much really, it was the best he could do. But still he thought the drawing of Grasper and Keeper with his war hammer underneath them, fit the other. He had worked on it long and hard, hours after he should have been asleep. But he couldn't put down his quill until it was finished. It called to him and he just had to make sure his protector received it. Ori wasn't expecting anything in return. He just wanted to see the other smile. Just a little or at least not to throw it into the burning fire.

Now, he watched and waited for some sort of reaction. Anything. But Dwalin just stared at it for the longest time as if he was trying to finger out what it was. Had his drawings been so bad that Dwalin couldn't recognize his own weapons? Or maybe he thought it was some sort of challenge? Or would he just throw it in the fire?

Either way he continued to wait until finally he saw a crack of a smile. Only a crack, after all he wouldn't want to let his guard down. Ori watched as Dwalin carefully folded the drawing into a small square before placing it in his pocket. Ori's heart skipped a beat as he watched the other return to his meal. He liked the drawing. He really liked it! Of course, Ori didn't sign his work but still. But he thought enough of it to keep it. Quickly, he turned around trying to leave without the other knowing he was there. His face feeling as warm as it did the night when Dwalin shielded him with his body when the fireworks ran-a-muck.

It had been a shock to see the doodle in the lunch pail. At first, he thought Balin might be trying to remind him of something. But his older brother would have written a note. Perhaps the lads wanted to show him what they were up to but no, Fili and Kili didn't draw much less this well. Then he remembered little Ori, the artist of the rag tag group. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of admiration. It wasn't often he got admirers. It was quiet flattering. Not to mention the kid had an eye for detail that would have made more skilled scribes green with envy. Well, if the kid wanted him to have it, he would treasure it.

Hamfast's hands dug deep into the soft garden bed to work the soil. Given the quiet moment he allowed his mind to wander. While he did want a good life for his children, there was nothing wrong with the life they were living. If the dwarves wanted something else, that was their business. Looking over to his son, he found him mimicking the same motions. Like father, like son.

A sense of pride filled him as he watched his son turn the dirt making it easier for the flowers to take root. Sam had suggested this as their first chore. He wanted to plant more flowers. While he was thrilled his son wanted to make Bag End bloom, he couldn't help but feel the undercurrent reason. It as not just loyalty to his Master Frodo, it was blind devotion and love. Part of him wanted to distances Sam from Frodo but he could not stand to see the boys' and Bilbo's hearts break.

From the first day they meet, they had been close. Sam made sure of that.

Sam loved going to Bag End with his father. Learning the trade as his older brothers called it. But he loved to listen to Mister Bilbo. Sometimes when the weather was too hot or rainy for Sam, Bilbo would shuffle him inside for a story or to learn his letters. Mister Bilbo even gave him a book for his last birthday, not that he could read it, but one day he hoped to learn enough.

Looking up at his father, young Sam could tell that something was the matter. He had been quite for the past few days regarding Bag End when normally, he would discuss all the work being done. Sam began to wonder if something had happened. Was Mister Bilbo sick? Did he leave again and not tell anyone? Did the Sackville-Baggins get control over Bag End? A chill ran down his spine at the thought of any of those things. Mister Bilbo was kind and didn't deserve any troubles.

As Bag End came into view, Hamfast decided it was time to tell his son. "Now Samwise, you need to mind your place, especially today. Mister Bilbo has taken in his young cousin. The poor thing has lost his parents and they don't need any trouble from you. Stay with me and away from the smial."

Lost his parents? Where did they go? Thought Sam. It took him a few moments to remember that "lost" meant "died". Poor thing indeed. While Sam knew his new young master was in good hands, he felt he should do something. After all, everyone wanted to know someone cared about them.

Hamfast rested his hand on the creaking gate for a moment before addressing Sam once more. "Before we get to work, I want you to meet Mister Frodo."

Frodo. So that was his young master's name.

Bilbo must have been waiting for them since Hamfast's worn hands barely touched the green door when it opened. "Good morning, Hamfast, Sam." He smiled his almost normal smile except for a hint of sadness. "Sam, I would like you to meet Frodo. Frodo, this is Sam. He is Hamfast's youngest son."

Beside Mister Bilbo, clutching the other's trousers was a young hobbit, only a few years older than Sam. The sight nearly took his breath away. Never before had he seen such a pale hobbit. His dark curled contrasting with his skin making his more ethereal, almost glowing. He could have been mistaken for a small elf. But what really made his heart skip a beat, in more ways than one, were his lovely blue eyes. Such beauty tainted with such sorrow. His entire being radiated with sadness.

His mind left him as his feet guided him away from everyone in a hurried motion. It wasn't right for Mister Frodo to be sad. It wasn't right for Mister Bilbo to be sad. He had to do something. Looking over at the rose bushes, he grabbed a set of shears and got to work.

While Bilbo was stunned by Sam's actions, Hamfast was mortified. There would be hell to pay when they got home. That was sure.

Frodo, for his part, didn't seem to notice much. His fogged mind barely recognized anything. Another person leaving. Not much of a surprise. His mind chimed in through the fog. Frodo knew he would have to grow accustomed to loneliness. His parents left him. He had been forced to leave Buckland. One day, Bilbo too would leave him. While part of his mind was dwelling on the impending acheronian future, another part registered the outside world. Something is in front of you. His mind told him. His eyes coming into focus, he saw a brilliant scarlet rose. His eyes traveled from the fragrant flower to the cut hand holding it. Frodo noticed the steam had been de-thorned. He finally met the face.

"You looked sad. Here." Sam said forcing his voice to be steady as he handed Frodo the rose. "One day I am going to make Bag End bloom." He smiled.

Sam's kindness and contingence smile forced Frodo to smile for the first time since his arrival at Bag End. While it was a small smile, both Bilbo and Hamfast could see the gloom leave his eyes for that short moment.

There was nothing Hamfast could do. From that moment, they were bonded and he knew in his heart it would remain so. Regardless of what he or anyone else could do.

No good would come from this. Thought Balin. What was that old saying, "Nothing gold can stay"? Balin know Thorin's budding relationship with Bilbo could not last. Nothing built on lies should either.

Balin had said just as much to Thorin, but his young kin disregarded it as bothersome and would not hear anymore about his prediction of doom.

"Thorin, please listen to reason." Balin had been trying to persuade the lost king into canceling his up coming date. But like all in the Durin line, he was too stubborn to see the good in the advice.

"Why should I? You have been speaking I mean to hurt him or him, I. Nothing of the sort will happen." Thorin folded his arms like he was a little child being scolded by a parent.

"Perhaps not at the moment, but the time will come. I feel it is better to end things now before things become more complicated. You care for Bilbo, good. He cares for you, equally good. But it can not last and you know this. The lie will not allow it". Balin wanted to be gentle. While Thorin might be king, he had little experience with relationships and repercussions of lies during such a rapport.

"You're wrong, Balin. It is one little lie."

Balin tried to keep his temper in check but now it was of little use. "A little lie? Thorin, you parade around the town as if you are a common blacksmith while you are king under the mountain. This is not a little lie. Hobbits are simple creatures. They like things neat and in their place. Your lie, when discovered, will upset the whole order of things. You will be hurt many, not just Bilbo."

"You are wrong. A lie doesn't end a relationship."

"Usually the truth does."

"Enough! I will hear not more on the subject. I plan to have a nice evening with him and that is final!"

No good will come of this.

The axe embedded in his skull had hurt less than the whispers that the wind carried. They were always whispers. No one ever had the courage to say thing to his face. Except today. A hobbit had come straight up to and gave Bifur a piece of his little mind. "stay away from the little ones." For a moment Bifur had no idea what the other was talking about? Why should he stay away from children? He had never heard of someone asking that? What did he not understand? Either way, to avoid a problem, he just shook his head.

As he sat down in his spot (he called it his spot since that was where he went everyday at this time) on the hill, the words still rolled around in his head. Did the hobbits really think he was a danger to the children? They couldn't, could they? After all, they were neighbors and many had gotten to know his family. They knew or should have known that he lived with many children. Perhaps it really didn't matter…he would have to talk to someone about this.

But that would be a little later on. One reason he loved this spot was it gave him the ability to see far into the field but allowed him to be close enough to the woods. He could see the coming and goings of many of the residents of the shire, along with greeting dwarves had come back from Bree. The little ones, it seemed really enjoyed playing their games near this area, perhaps they were waiting for someone? Or just eager to spot new comers. Either way, there had not been a day were he had been completely alone.

"I don't understand what you are so bloody upset about?" Bellowed Oin.

Bifur did his best not to whines at the volume. Sometimes his friend would talk louder in an attempt to hear himself. Quickly, he began to sign; knowing most of his words would be lost otherwise. *volume*.

"Sorry about that." He muttered sitting down at the table with his friend. "But I don't see what you are so upset about or why they should be upset?"

It was hard to explain to someone like Oin. Oin, for all of his good qualities, could best be described as a cantankerous dwarf who cared little about what others though. His colorful language around even the youngest members of their community was a testament to that. Holding his head, he tried to think of the right words. His head throbbed as he tried to focus.

"Oi! Your head giving you problems?" Oin didn't even wait for a response before he got up to get his tool. "Bloody moron. Fucking stupid to walk around with pain in your head, especially you! I thought you of all people would know that. But no! I'm going to tough it out. Fool." Oin took out his looking glass to take a closer look at the healed flesh around the axe. He was always worrying something could happen with it, ever since the battle. Oin had cared for Bifur on the field and was surprised he survived. Since then the two became friends despite personality differences.

"Everything looks ok…But I'm going to give you some tree bark pills for the pain." Before Bifur could even comment, two white pills and a glass of water were shoved into his hands. "When was the last time you ate?" Oin rose from his seat as he his feet turned to the kitchen.

*this morning* Bifur signed. He knew what was coming next.

"Of course. Why would you eat every few hours? It has only been six hours. Not much time has past. Idiot!" He could hear Oin chopping and boiling something in the kitchen. Bifur had to laugh. Oin was like a walnut, hard on the outside but good on the inside.

Bifur stopped mid-laugh as a bowl of hot soup was slammed down in front of him. "Eat!" Bifur dared to look at his friend, glaring at him arms folded across his chest. Oin might not look like the violent type but his entire family was bent in some shape or form. Not wanting to chance that streak coming out, he picked up the spoon that lay in the bowl. Swirling the spoon in the steaming liquid, he inspected his recently made meal. In the past, Oin tried to slip him some meat. Bifur was just making sure this was not one of those times.

"Mahalul zharmur khurûh!-I didn't slip anything in there!" Oin bellowed. No, after Bifur become ill from the last time he tried to give Bifur meat, the healer in him swore against it.

Satisfied with both his inspection and his friend's colorful promise, he took a sip of the soup. It wasn't bad considering it was made in a hurry. Lots of carrots and celery.

Sighing, Oin finally rested at the table. "You worry too much about it. Anyone who knows you would trust you with their children. People are so cautious that they think ill of everyone before they get to know them. Give them time."

Smiling at Oin, he knew his friend was right. While there was still the sting from the mistrust, the loyalty from Oin made it just a bit better. *looks like you can heal hearts too*, he signed.

Oin was about to respond when he heard the slamming of the door. Turning to look, he saw his nephew panting heavily and leaning against the door. "Are you trying to wake the dead, lad?" He yelled.

Gimli didn't have the energy to try and glare at his uncle. The day had been spent building the stupid elf some sort of shelter. After an hour of arguing, they had agreed on some kind of lean-to. It had just enough room for Legolas to sleep and hidden enough for a traveler to miss. Of course, they still had the other problem with the lean-to like it having two open sides. But Gimli was hoping he could steal a few pieces of canvas for that. Of course that had been the easy part of his day. Seeing those bruises sent shivers down his spine even now. Every time he tried to bring it up, the elf just ignored or changed the subject. Stupid elf. Well…may be not so stupid…hiding now did seem like a good idea.

He didn't realize he let his mind wander until a gentle hand rested on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw he uncle's concerned eyes. "What's gotten into you, lad?" No cursing, no yelling, just an honest question, hoping for an honest answer.

"I'm just tired." Gimli said truthfully as he tried to right himself from the door.

"Been in the woods, again?"

"Yeah."

The old dwarf paused to examine his nephew. The lad had been spending a great deal of time in the woods. While there was nothing wrong with that, something was going on. Obviously, he didn't trust anyone with his problems, but that didn't mean he couldn't try. "Want to tell me what is going on? You've been going to the wood quiet often. What are you hiding?"

Crap! Gimli was awake now. If his uncle went searching, he might find Legolas and who knows what could happen! "Nothing! Just leave it alone!" His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of harm coming to his friend. His uncle might not hurt him but he got those bruises somewhere. And he'd be damned if he was going to let someone get his friend.

Had it been anyone else, Oin might have cursed in their face, but Gimli looked not only like someone who was hiding a secret but someone who was scared. "Calm down, lad. You know I mean no harm."

Gimli relaxed a little, it was true. Uncle Oin was more bark than bite. But still…

"A bit of advise. Take it as you will, but a burden shared is a burden halved. That's all I'm going to say on the subject. There is some extra soup in the kitchen you are welcome to." Oin tried to give the child a reassuring smile.

Too tired to say much, Gimli followed his uncle's advice on food and made his way to the kitchen. Perhaps he could sneak some out to Legolas before nightfall.

Kids. Thought Oin. More trouble than they are worth. Looking back to Bifur, he was happy to see the bowl empty. "Glad at least someone can listen to my advice." He grunted.

*What was that all about?* Bifur signed.

"Oh. Gimli has been acting strangely. Going to the wood at all hours and stay for long stretches of time. Even brings food. I wonder when he will try to bring him home."

*Him home?*

"Yes, what ever animal he's found and feeding. Gloin did the same thing at his age."

Dori licked his lips again as he tried to think of the words to tell Nori. Nothing he said would be a lie it was just; he never had to explain it to him. The other times when he would look for work in the towns of Men, he would talk to Bofur. But now that Nori was staying, he was the one to talk to. It wouldn't be fair to ask Bofur to watch Ori since his younger brother was more than capable of looking after the little one. He did still need to talk to Bofur before he left but still…

"You're quiet this evening, Brother." Nori leaned against the door post from the kitchen. His transformation had been incredible. Since he Ori's recovery, Nori had not only been staying out of trouble, but helping around the house. At night, Nori would clean up from dinner while Dori but Ori to bed. The little arrangement was working well. The only thing they really lacked right now was money. Money that they were in desperate need of.

"I shall be going into Bree." Dori tried to speak with the finality he knew he should but he was never good at keeping secrets, especially from Nori.

"When?" Nori looked out the window only to confirm the setting sun. "Are you seriously going to leave now? It will be dark before you get there." While Dori might be the strongest dwarf he knew, he was by no means as savvy a fighter as Nori. Traveling in the dark or close to it could be very dangerous.

"I really don't have a choice. I found a bit of work at a tavern during the night. It seems some unsavory characters frequent the taverns of Bree during those times." Not a complete lie.

"Really? Unsavory characters in a tavern at night? And in Bree of all places." Nori chuckled before he turned back to a more stoic face. "If that is the case then why go? I'm sure we can find work here." No, they couldn't. Thought Nori. They were having no luck with finding any employment other than little jobs that were more charity than employment.

"You know we haven't and if we do not do something soon, we will be in trouble." Nori didn't want to meet his brother's eyes. All he kept thinking was the danger involved in the travel and just being in Bree. Nori would rather sell his body parts than have his brother injured all for the sake of money. That was his job to take the risks. His job to go to the dregs of the underbelly to find employment. While Bree was not that, it was close enough and he wanted his brother far away from that. At least let my brothers live with honor. He thought.

Strong arms wrapped around Nori's frame bringing him close to the other body. "I will be safe and I shall return before sunrise." He whispered as he had done so long ago when Nori came to him for comfort.

"Dori-"

A finger on his lip silenced him. While Dori and Nori were not known for their brotherly affection, they was still great love between them. Dori's eyes were the softest he had seen in a while when directed at him. "I would like for you and Ori to stay safe while I am gone. I will be back before you know it."

A strange sense of irony set in as Dori took a seat at one of the local taverns in Bree. Nori was home with Ori while he was out doing things he'd rather his brothers never find out about. Still, desperate times called for desperate measures…again.

Looking around, Dori tried his best not to wrinkle his nose at the horrible atmosphere of the tavern. Try to look for more positive things like…there was a fire so it was warm inside or the table and floor was not terribly sticky. That was about were his list of positives ended. The patrons didn't seem to understand he had little desire to have a conversation or be touched. One of the "gentlemen" went so far as to reach under the table and grab Dori's genitals, saying he could make sure Dori left satisfied and with a few coins too. After some "gentle" persuading, the gentleman left Dori to bother the serving girl.

Dori almost wished the man's attention was back on him when he saw his hand go up the poor girls' shirt. Thankfully, before Dori could take action, another patron stepped in and practically throwing the horrid person into the night. Focus on the good things. There were still good people out there.

But now Dori had to get to work. So when he would return home the following morning, no questions would be asked.

Thorin tapped his foot lightly as he waited as patiently as he could for Bilbo to show up outside the Green Dragon. The two had made plans earlier to meet for a date. As hard as he tried he couldn't help but think about Balin's words. Would this end badly? Should he call it off before they were in too deep? Bilbo was a sweet person and the last thing he wanted was to hurt him. He was about to turn tail and run when a head of curls bounced up toward him.

"Good evening, Thorin." He smiled.

All the doubt just seemed to wash away with that smile. For better or worse, this was what he was choosing. "Good evening, Bilbo."

The two stood there neither one knowing what to do. They had gone for meals numerous times before, but never as a "date". Truth be told, neither of them had ever been on a date period. "So…" Bilbo softly spoke being the first one to gather his courage as he rocked back and forth on his feet. "Now what?"

Thorin had never been so glad for poor lighting in all his life as he could feel his face flush with embarrassment. "I…I'm not too sure." He muttered looking at the ground. He felt like a little dwarfling wanting to run to his older cousin for advice. It was then he remembered how his kin felt about his too begin with. "What do most do?"

"Are you really asking me?" a chuckle came from both of them. If they were going to be clueless at least they would be clueless together. "I think we should go inside, don't you agree?"

"Ah…yes. That would be a good idea." Thorin eyes roomed around hoping no one saw his moment of embarrassment. If Dwalin was there, he would never hear the end of it.

Tonight was like most nights at the Green Dragon, crowded with both hobbits and dwarves, food and drink a plenty. Even with so many people in one small tavern, it was far from dirty or over heated. The light and love of the other patrons seemed to give off just enough to make it cozy without being stuffy. Behind the bar, Thorin was glad to Bomber grabbing food ready to bus it to other patrons. For all of Bomber's faults, he was a gentle soul who would mind his own business and leave the pair in peace.

"The usual for you two then?" He smiled at the couple as he brought over their usually beverage of choice. Another reason Bombur was a boon to the establishment. Not only was he an excellent cook, but he a remembered what each patron ate, how they liked it cooked and when they ate. With a nodded from both, he was off to make their meals all the while smiling.

Bilbo looked into his cup of tea as Thorin mirrored the action with his tankard. Neither one knew where to begin or even if there was a place to begin. Talk had always come easy to the pair but now they sat in silence each waiting for the other to speak. It was not like this before, what had changed? Bilbo mulled the thought over and over and Thorin was deep in the same thoughts but neither gave voice to their fears or concerns.

They must have been in silence for sometime since the next thing they knew, Bomber was laying out their food. "Relax, you two. I've never seen a pair so somber when there is no sorrow to be had. Enjoy each other's company and have fun." He winked at Bilbo.

The cheek! Thorin thought. How dare he think he knew better than Thorin or for that matter when did it become his place to say such things to his king? But…he is married. A little voice in the back of his head reminded him. So perhaps, he could take the advice. "Why are we so quite?" He asked Bilbo. "Never before has it been like this. What had changed?"

"I'm not sure. Perhaps Bomber is right. We are a bit too serious for our own good." Bilbo commented. "But I am not sure how to act really. I have never been on a date."

"Never?" Bilbo didn't need to know that Thorin was just as inexperienced at romance as he was.

"There was never anyone I wished to be with. I had my books and Frodo. What more could I need. Besides…" The hobbit didn't want to bring up the other reason.

Nodding, Thorin knew the unspoken troubles. Looking around the room, he saw many hobbits, most were working class but somewhere of the gentry like Bilbo. Perhaps Bilbo would be more comfortable with more of his own class. "You seem to frequent the Green Dragon when you come out. Why not some other establishment?" Bilbo looked at Thorin curiously for him to continue. "Most are working class. Wouldn't you be a bit more comfortable with the gentry?"

"Ha! That's a laugh. You know they think I'm crazy and while most of the good people here still think that, at least they are quiet about it and try to invite me to join them. Other places are not so kind. Besides this is only place I know Lobelia will not step foot in. And that, my good dwarf, makes it the best tavern in the shire."

Thorin smiled at Bilbo's words. "All too often growing up I was told how the nobles were better than everyone else. But in my years of wandering, I find there is little difference. People are not different regardless of their class. It would be fool-hardy to think of the nobles as betters." He said bitterly.

"Are many really that terrible from the Lonely Mountain?"

"Yes. At the moment, we have very little from that class. Many thought it would be safer to travel to the Iron Hills and beg Dain for entry. They abandoned us." He growled sending terrible thoughts to those cowards. How dare they think they were better than others. Smaug had shown him that everyone was the same. The flesh of a noble burns just as easily as that of a pauper. At a time when they should have joined forces, they fled like rats from a sinking ship. Never had he cursed his own so much. It seemed the only ones to stay were his kin.

"But-" Bilbo put a finger to Thorin's lip to stop him from talking for a moment. "Not everyone abandoned you. If there is one still among you than they can not all be bad."

Snarling, Thorin tried to calm himself. It would do no good to get angry at the moment. "Maybe you are right."

"Of course I am. You can't lump everyone into one pile. There is good and evil in all groups. It would be wrong to assume otherwise. I'm sure not everyone has had as a lovely an experience with a dwarf as I am having but that would be no excuse for being unkind." Bilbo smiled

"Take people as you find them?" Thorin's smirked.

"Exactly."

Dinner continued in the same hearty manner. They moved from the heavier topics of politics and such to livelier topics such as their wards. The pair swapped stories of how the children were constantly getting into trouble. Like the time Fili got his head stuck in a fence post or the time Frodo glued a book to his hand. But still, regardless of the misadventures the lads had, they still seemed to come out whole.

Thorin was halfway finished a story about how Kili doodled on a sleeping Dwalin's face with ink when they heard the chime of the clock. Looking, they were both startled to see it was nearly midnight. Neither had noticed the lack of patrons in the tavern and it seemed no one wanted to disturb the pair. Perhaps it was for the best, they had such a grand time without the interruption of little ones or meddling kin.

"It's getting late. I should be getting home. I'm sure the sitter would like to sleep, if he is not already asleep as well." Chuckled Bilbo at the though of the old wizard scrolled out on the sofa near the fire. He could almost imagine Frodo attempting to wake him asking where his dear uncle was.

"You are right. The lads should be asleep by now but I have a feeling someone might be waiting up for me." Thorin tried not to think about how Balin thought ill of his decision to venture out this evening with Bilbo. He tried to erase that thought with one of his nephews sleeping curled up next to each other, arms intertwined like they always did. That brought the smile back.

The cool air felt good after being inside so long. And as the stars twinkled above, they both stood their, once again, unsure. " Uh, Thorin." Even with only the starlight to illuminate Bilbo, he could see the blush forming. "Do you think you could walk me home?" Bilbo looked away, trying not to show how eager he was to be shown that courtesy. Since the time of his youth, he had been told stories of how it was polite or almost expected that a suitor walk the other home. Or perhaps he should be walking Thorin home? "Or I could walk you home?" He whispered not wanting to be rude.

It was touching how Bilbo wanted to walk him home, but even though Bilbo knew the shire much better than he, dwarves could see much better in low light. Part of Thorin could almost see Bilbo falling in a ditch on the way home without being guided of the terrain he knew so well. "I shall bring you home first." He said. "After all, you have someone who you need to get back to." He smiled.

The walk to Bag End was a quiet one. Both enjoying the other's company and requiring nothing more. That was until they arrived at the creaking gate. Again, there was a pause. Bilbo did not want this night to end, but he feared it must. At least for now. "I had a wonderful time." He said.

The black whiskers on Thorin's face twitched as he smiled back. "As did I. Perhaps we could do this again?"

The moon and stars were put to shame with the light from Bilbo's smile. "I would like that." Licking his lips, he stood paused, his hand on the gate as if waiting for something. "I…must confess. I am not sure about relationships. Romance had never been something that appealed to me, before now. I fear I will make a fool of myself."

A warm, callused hand rested lightly on the other's cheek. He understood Bilbo's fear and apprehension. His feelings were the same. "I understand. I can't promise you a perfect relationship, but what I can promise you that as long as we're trying, I'm staying." Now it was Thorin's turn to act a bit unsure. "Uh…If it is alright with you…I would like to kiss you before I go."

Nodding shyly Bilbo leaned forward slightly. As Thorin did the same and their lips met, he could not help to think that his could be the first true kiss. Other kisses meant little and were in the heat of the moment or tumble. But this had hope and love behind it. Something that could develop over time into a treasure that others would envy.

As they pulled away from each other, they knew there would be other dates. Thorin watched Bilbo close the green door he felt for the first time, completely happy and had to stop himself from acting like a love struck fool. This was what he had always heard people talk about, the feeling of completion. He just hoped that feeling would last when he arrived home.

Closing the green door behind him, Bilbo felt his body fall against it. So, that was a date. He thought as a smiled tugged at his lips. His eye lids fell as he embraced the warmth he felt from this evening. Thorin was well…wonderful. He had a fire in him, spoke his mind and didn't care that other's thought him strange. Or doesn't care that I am strange. He added. A sigh escaped his lips.

"Bilbo? Is that you?" Bilbo shouldn't have been so surprised that the wizard was still wake. Even given the late hour.

"Yes. How was Frodo this evening?" He called coming in from the foyer to see his dear friend. While Gandalf was awake now, it was clear he had not been so for long, his was more of a wreck than normal and his clothes were in desperate need of ironing. Perhaps he could do that tomorrow to thank him for watching the little one.

"He was fine. Wanted to know if he might be getting a new uncle." A sparkle in his eye made Bilbo giggle.

"And what did you tell him?"

"Only time would tell." As Gandalf stretched Bilbo winces at hearing the pop and crakes from the old wizard's bones. "I don't think I need to ask how your date went since you are coming back this late, do I?"

"No, you do not." Fatigue was finally catching up to him as he was about to head to his bedroom, he heard the other call out.

"Tonight may have been a dream but there is much more to a relationship than romantic fancy. The test and the substance of a true relationship are found in the struggles and the determination of lives. Don't forget, that part of that struggle might be forgiveness."

While Bilbo did take his the words from his wise friend, he knew his mind was too sleep-ridden to think much on it. Perhaps tomorrow might shed some light.

Thorin's steps seemed much lighter than they had been in years. Things seemed to be going his way. And as if to confirm this notion, not a light was lit at home. Perhaps Balin was asleep? He could only hope.

But as he closed the door behind him, he saw in the corner sitting in his arm chair Balin's reflective eyes gazing despondently at Thorin. Neither said anything but stared until finally Thorin muttered a good night and walked to his bed. Tomorrow, he could deal with Balin but for now he wanted to keep what was left of those happy feelings to himself.

Sighing. That was all Bofur seemed to be doing this night and it was starting to annoy Bifur. His young cousin had been acting like this since Dori told him about his trip to Bree. Most nights, Bofur would take out his flute and play. Sometimes Bifur would join in. But there would be no music tonight. Bofur seemed …empty.

*Stop with all the sighing.* Bifur asked in a hushed voice.

"I'm not sighin. Sighin in for little children and love struck fools." Again, he sighed.

*So, which of those things are you not?* Bifur tried to make light of his cousin's emotions but instead it seemed to cause him more trouble as Bofur's normally cheerful face became more crestfallen. *Would you like to talk about it?*

"Nothin to talk about." This time he was able to keep his sigh inside.

Looking out the window, Bifur was pleased to see it would be a mild night. The perfect kind for a smoke outside. *Grab your pipe* he said tapping the miner on the shoulder. *We smoke outside tonight.*

Bofur didn't even put up a fight. Perhaps some fresh air would help clear his mind.

It really was a lovely night. The warm air spoke of the upcoming summer as a few fireflies flew around. Bofur sat with his pipe between his lips watching them twinkle like earth bound stars, enchanted by their glow.

*I heard that the reason fireflies twinkle is to find a mate.*

"To find a mate?"

*Yes. Each one of them is showing off how special he or she is to everyone else in hopes of catching someone's eye.*

"And hopefully not a child with a jar." For the first time that night, Bofur let out a chuckle.

*Very true.* They sat just enjoying the night time noises of crickets and other assortment of late spring insects all the while the smoke relaxed them.

*Oin said something very interesting to Gimli today.*

"Really? What was that?"

*A burden shared is a burden halved. I've been thinking about that for sometime now. You are obviously burdened. So, why not half it? Tell me what is troubling you*

Bofur thought for a moment. His avuncular cousin had always been there for him. So, why not now? It's not like his cousin didn't know, but it was still hard to admit outside of his own heart. "I love him." He whispered.

*Love who?* Bifur knew the answer but he just wanted to make sure.

"What do ya mean who? Ya know who. Dori." He slumped in his seat feeling as if his emotions were being toyed with somehow.

*Why do you love him?*

It was difficult to know where to start. After mulling it over, he knew the answer. "His heart. He has a strong and kind heart. After everythin that has happened, he still stays strong for his brothers and even though Nori is a right arse, he would die to protect him. I see how he acts towards the other children as well. His eyes are always watchin and tryin to detect danger. He guards them and wouldn't think twice about gettin between a sword and a child. I love his smile, too. The way it seems to glow almost like a low light fire givin off enough light to see and givin of the right amount of warmth. Did I mention how his eyes twinkle when he's happy? I was there when Ori came home with that bottle of ink. Just seeing Ori happy made him happy. It was more in his eyes than his mouth."

*You seem to have a long list.* Bifur smiled when he noticed Bofur had begun to look more like himself.

"And I gave ya the short version!" he chortled.

*So, why haven't you told him?*

"Do ya want the long version or the short version?"

*The truth, whether it is long or short*

"For starters, he's Nori's older brother. Nori is my best friend. It would be weird if I started…goin with him. Not to mention Nori might not take kindly to those types of advances on his brother. He once stabbed a man for commentin on Dori's arse. I can only image what he would do to me. But that's not what I'm really scared of. What if Dori does not like me or thinks I'm a creepy?"

Bifur thought for a moment. All of those reasons were logical and in the realm of possibilities. But still Bofur was miserable; he had to at least try. *If Nori is your best friend, I don't think he will stab you. Besides, that person clearly didn't care for Dori. You on the other hand, do. And as for Dori not liking you, don't you think you could chance it?*

What Bifur said made sense. He could deal with Nori, if the time came, but for now he had to deal with Dori. "I will talk to him in the mornin."

*Morning? Why wait? I can't think of a grander gesture of devotion then traveling to see the one you love. Go see him now! Sweep him off his feet!* By this point Bifur had gotten so emotional that he stood up and swung his arms around in a dramatic fashion. Bofur knew that while his family was crazy, they were also right.

So I am back in Bree…not the best place but not the worst. Bofur thought as he looked around the deserted town. Given the time of night, very few people would be out and about making his job a whole lot easier. All he would need to do is find an open tavern and look around for the dwarf. Hopefully, there were not too many in town that was open.

Looking around, he found the one he had left the message for Nori in. Perhaps that would be his best bet. After all, if the owner knew Nori, in a good way, he might have been more inclined to hire Dori. The creaking door was one of the very few sounds Bofur heard as he walked into the tavern. Looking around it seemed nearly as deserted as the rest of the town. Only a few rag-tag patrons off to the corner along with a severing girl could be seen.

The poor thing looked like she had seen better nights. Bofur didn't mean to stare but he must have since she turned. "Your eyes have weight to them". He heard Bifur say. "A moment of your time, miss." He called flashing a big smile. No reason to frighten her.

Without any hesitation, she glided across the room to greet the new comer. "How may I be of assistants, master dwarf?" Her voice strained to keep the obvious sleep out. Bofur felt bad for keeping her from rest.

"I do hate to bother ya, miss, but I was wonderin if ya might have seen another dwarf here tonight?"

The young woman thought for a moment. "There have been many more dwarves around Bree as of late. But in the tavern tonight…I think I might have seen one. But that was hours ago." She paused to think. "Yes. Yes, I defiantly did see one, with silver hair. He rested here for a short time, drank a cup of tea, of all things, then left. I'm not sure where he went. Perhaps you should ask around. The gentleman I was just talking to has been here since night fall. I'm sure he would know something."

Bofur thanked the serving girl for her time before he made his way over to the fellow sitting in the corner. "Hello, friend. Nice evenin, is it not?" Bofur smiled. His smile had been known to open doors (and a few trousers as well). Smiling was nearly all his face knew how to do by this point in his life. Smile and the world will smile back. Bofur hoped his time, life would smile back. The man did not seem to be a friendly looking sort. Face a bit dirty, clothes needing a good scrub and from were Bofur was standing, he could smell him.

"What do you want?"

The smile didn't even falter. "I was wonderin if ya saw another dwarf earlier today. He had sort of silver hair."

"Why do you want to know?" The man's eyes bore into Bofur similar to how Nori had looked at others when disturbed. If he did not tread carefully, he might end up on the wrong side of the knife.

"He is a friend of mine."

The man sat up taller, trying to size the miner up. "Really? What's his name, then?"

"Dori. What's with all the questions? I just want to know if ya have seen my friend or not!" So much for treading carefully. He thought as the man stood up, bringing himself to full height and grabbing him by the collar. Before the man could strike, a voice from behind the bar called out.

"Oi! Leave that one alone. He's alright." From the corner of his eye, Bofur could see the bartender he had met on his previous trip to tavern when he needed to leave the message for Nori. Thanks the gods for Nori not being a complete arse to everyone!

The man released Bofur and slumped back in his chair. "Sorry about that." He muttered. "We can't be too careful."

Bofur waited for the man to continue, but when he found silence his curiosity got the better of him. "No problems, my good man. But what do ya need to be careful about?"

"Many think of Bree as a town of vice. We do have our vices, make no mistake about it, but we are not a town of complete low lives. Thieving is one thing. Taking advantage or abusing people is on a different level."

"Ya thought I might hurt someone?"

The man nodded. "There is a belief that only those that look the part of a villain could commit such acts, but we know different." The man's eyes trailed the serving girl as she bused the tables. "Some of our most "upstanding" citizens are really the worst. A few of the town folks have formed group to protect and deter. We watch those who have been targets before and follow the offenders, since sometimes they are above the law."

"But what does this have to do with my friend?" Dori was by no means a weak dwarf, but if someone had tried something…

"I saw him talk with one of the men I was watching. I thought he could be in trouble, but your friend must have 'helped' him see he was not worth the time." The man gave a crocked smile.

"What happened to the man?" What Bofur really wanted was a description to give back to Nori. Maybe the two of them could make a holiday out of tracking his fellow down.

"He started to bother the girl before I showed him the door. Funny thing, I beat your friend to it."

Bofur sighed with relief. Who ever that creep was, he did not get far with Dori. But still, Dori was not here and neither was that creep. Now, Bofur felt that finding Dori was not just to talk to him but to protect his friend. "Do you know where my friend went?"

"I'm sorry, I don't. But if you are hard up, might I suggest you looking into some vice?"

"Some vice?"

"We are not saints here in Bree. There is plenty of vice to be had from the bedroom to the brawl room. Your pick."

Dori's breath came in short gasps as he tried to keep himself together. How long had he been going at it? How many had he been through? How many men? His body ached from the strain and he was sure he would have bruises to explain when he got home. Perhaps, he had made enough money to last them a while. No, it still was not enough. There were three mouths to feed, not two. Maybe, Nori or he would find something so he would never have to come back here again. But, that was a little later on. Right now, he had to think about the man in front of him. Part of Dori was hoping he would never have to see this wretched man again, another part was thrilled to find him here. It was a chance for a little revenge and a chance to make a little bit of money.

"Hey there, sweetie." He purred as he licked his lips lewdly. "Fancy meeting you here. Are you sure you don't want to rethink my offer? I really could make it worth your while." He grabbed is own groin to emphases the point.

"My answer is still the same." Dori growled, a bit of fire came back to his body. By this point, Dori had heard enough of this man to know sexual misconduct was just one mark on his long list of offences. It would give Dori great pleasure to take him down.

Both stood opposite of each other waiting for the signal. Neither took their eyes off of the other. To do so could mean a lost. They heard someone begin the count. 3…2…1…FIGHT!

Before Dori could make a move, he heard another noise. It sounded like his name. Turning on instinct, his eyes meet Bofur's and the man's fist met his cheek. Before Dori could retaliate, a gloved hand whizzed past him, striking the man. Noise erupted from the spectators. Half were demanding the fight be called off due to interference, others wanted their bets taken off. Either way, the fight was over.

Bofur didn't wait for Dori's permission as he grabbed the other's wrist, pulling him out of the shambles that had served as the fighting arena. Dori for his part, put up a tenuous struggle at best. Once outside, Dori felt his back shoved against the wall. "What the hell was that?!" Bofur yelled, his smile gone.

Dori couldn't look Bofur in the eye. Embarrassment and shame over came him. Not to mention fear. If Nori found out…

"Well? Are you going to answer me?" The miner tired to catch his breath. "A tavern. That's where ya were supposed to be. Not down there doin…that." He pointed to the entrance way. "Why?"

The older dwarf couldn't help but scoff. "Why? Please, tell me you are joking. It is the same reason I would have been at the tavern."

Running his fingers through his hair to calm himself down, he tried to understand. Dori needed money. They all needed money. But that was still no reason for such an unnecessary risk. "Ya could have asked me, if ya were so hard up. I wouldn't have turned ya down!" True, money would have been a bit tighter in his home but it would have been worth it to keep Dori safe.

"I could not ask you. I have only three mouths to feed, you have 14. It would be unfair not just to you, but to your nieces and nephews."

"Who paid ya to do this?" Bofur wanted to find the man responsible for putting such a gentle soul in such a horrible predicament.

"No one paid me. I would place a bet on myself for winning a match. I never put all my money in. I learned that the first time." He muttered.

"First time? Ya did this before?" Dori nodded. "The other times when ya asked me to watch Ori…Ya said ya had work…This was what ya were doin!" Dori looked away and wrapped his arms around himself. He never intended for Bofur to find out, especially this way.

"Why didn't ya get a job at a tavern? It would have been safer and stable money."

"I tried…no place needed help. We all do what we must to survive. But I shall not take from others!" There was finality in his voice that spoke of his struggle to keep from that life style. Thieving might seem easier in a pinch, but the repercussions were too enormous. The risk did not outweigh the benefits. For Nori perhaps, but not for Dori.

If Dori didn't steal the money to get started… A sudden panic hit him. "Dori…where did the money come from?"

Perhaps it was too late to play dumb, but that didn't mean he couldn't try. "What money?"

Bofur's lips pulled back in to a snarl. "Dumb doesn't fit ya. The startin money. If ya goin to bet, ya need money to bet. So, where did that money come from?" His stomach flipped in his abdomen as he waited for the answer. But nothing came. Bofur knew he could have waited all night and Dori would remain silent. Some secrets he was not willing to part with. But Bofur took a good look at his friend and he knew what he had done.

Part of Dori had been waiting for a fist to strike him. He wouldn't have been able to blame Bofur. His deception had most likely tarnished their friendship and Bofur, while good natured, did not like to be taken for a fool. So, Dori was a little more than surprised when a pair of arms wrapped around him. "Ya a fool, Dori. A right fool!" Bofur cried as he buried his face into the junction of Dori's shoulder. "I know ya have yar pride, but there are others who love ya and would hate to see somethin happen."

Dori rested his hand on the back of his friend's floppy hat. As he felt his skin moisten from the other's tears, more guilt set in. Bofur had always been a good friend. Always there for him, no matter what the cost. Now, he had repaid that friendship by causing him pain. "Bofur, I-" before Dori could finish, Bofur pushed his lips to Dori's.

Mahalul zharmur khurûh!= Mahal's hairy balls!

Found this phrase on another fic, The Resolutions Project. It is an awesome fic. highly recommended! You will laugh till you cry!

I am so sorry it took me this long to update. I know I said it would be done about a month ago, but no. Life got in the way. While it might take me awhile to update, I am not giving up. I know where this story is going, I just need time to write. However, I am working on two more fics at the same time. One is a request. I swear it will be done! And the other is a one shot that will most likely be posted very soon. Remember, soon is a relative term…

Anyway, the next chapter will have your money shot in it!

The song for the next chapter is "Stay".