Author's note:

Frodo's birthday has been pushed back then what Professor Tolkien had put.

Chapter 6: "You are under arrest!"

A shout, a high pitch child screamed with sounds of scuffling.

Bilbo was laying on his front, his hands in a contraction that prevented to use them behind his back, as he saw Bifur, Frodo; his youngest and newest nephew from Drogo and Primula, all being forced a part.

"Unwle! Unwle!" Frodo shouted reaching for him as Bifur had a hold of the young three year old.

"Its okay, Frodo. It's okay. I'm alright," Bilbo said to calm the young boy down as he saw tears of hurt trickle down his nephew's face.

Anger boiled within Bilbo as the dwarves that had come, looked down from their horses. Some of them didn't want to do this, however a dwarf among them just sneered.

Bifur was shouting at the dwarves, telling them that they are making a huge mistake, to arrest their hero, Bilbo Baggins like this.

"Unwle!" Frodo cried out again as he didn't understand what was going on.

"It's okay Frodo. I'll be okay," Bilbo tried to reassure the young boy.

'Bilbo, what can I do?' Bifur signed to him as Bilbo swallowed and then turned around.

Bifur looked confused but when he saw Bilbo's hands move, he understood at once. A lot of the hobbits within eyesight, all started to gather and Hamfast Gamgee did not look too pleased.

"Now see here you dwarves! Bilbo Baggins has done nothing but live his life here after his adventure!" Hamfast said to the eight dwarves.

"Yes, why are you arresting him for trying to live a simple life?" Drogo stepped up too.

"Bilbo Baggins, you are under arrest!" The dwarf that sneered said.

"On what charges!" Bilbo snapped angrily back, he had, had it up to here with these dwarves.

"For treason and continuing to speak to that of the Royal family that resides in Erebor," The dwarf replied back.

"Treason? What Treason?" Bilbo asked, walking closer to Bifur and signing to him.

"For stealing the King's Jewel and starting a war," The dwarf elaborated for him.

Bifur growled and shouted out that it was years ago when that happened and that their king had forgiven Bilbo on it!

"Oy!" Bilbo and everyone heard from down the lane as Bilbo sighed in relief at seeing both Fili and Kili.

"Fili, Kili help me! I'm being under arrested!" Bilbo said back to them as they ran towards their uncle.

"Under arrest!? By who?" Kili asked back, his anger flowing like that of everyone else's.

"Our King," The dwarf snapped at them "And I would stay away from this vermin your royal highnesses,"

"Vermin? The only vermin around here is you!" Fili growled, not looking too happy about this.

"Take this thing away!" The dwarf said loudly, having enough of this.

"Fili, Kili…." Bilbo said worriedly, looking quite frightened as two dwarves walked up to him but a sword or two came in between the dwarves and Bilbo.

"Stay away from our uncle," Fili whispered low as Bifur tried to get these cuffs or whatever they were off of Bilbo but couldn't.

It was like a lock, long and held your hands with two large long metal bars with a lock on the end of it as your arms were behind your back. Frodo wrapped his tiny arms around Bilbo's neck as he hugged him.

"It's okay Frodo, I'm here now. Bifur, I want to thank you for making me realize that putting Hamfast on my will was a good idea," Bilbo said in a low whisper.

The two princes stood in between Bilbo, Frodo and Bifur with their swords drawn, ready to fight.

"You are not taking him from here. Not like this! Our Uncle, our King-"

"Has lost his sight on what is right and what is wrong. Or has he forgotten what Banishment truly is?" The dwarf cut Kili off.

Bilbo swallowed nervously as he felt his braided hair and courting bead against his cheek. It took Bilbo about four frustrating days to get the hang of braiding his hair the way Lady Dis had done it, with Bofur's help of course.

"Sviur!" a voice shouted up as Bilbo along with the two princes sighed in relief.

There came running up, Bofur, Bomber and Tauriel. On any other day, Bilbo would be so happy to see them all at a much more relaxing event, but now not so much.

"Sviur," the princes spat with a much angrier expression.

Sviur controlled his horse as he glared down at the rest of Bonder's children. He had hoped that they had forgotten him, but clearly not.

"Let Bilbo go! He has done nothing but try to live a simple life back here in the Shire," Bofur ordered him.

Ever since that battle in the south of the Shire, Sviur was nothing more than a guard. How he had gotten Thorin's approval over this.

Sviur then said "I have a decree from our crazy minded king. To arrest and bring back Mister Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit, that lives in Hobbiton of Bag-End of the Shire,"

"Show it to us you filthy rat!" Kili all but shouted back.

Bifur had silently gone inside of Bag-End, gathering stuff up as Hamfast came through the backdoor.

Hamfast had learned signed language from Bifur and Bilbo to help him understand what Bifur was talking about.

"I don't like this either, Bifur," the gardening hobbit said back to the dwarf who looked upset about this as did everyone else.

Suddenly, shouts and yells along with scuffling and gasps could be heard outside.

"AH! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Bilbo's angry voice could be heard as Bifur and Hamfast rushed towards the front door.

There hanging over a horse with a Dwarf holding onto Bilbo's body, turned around and galloped away.

"BILBO!" Kili shouted with tears springing to his eyes.

"Kili! HELP!" Bilbo shouted back.

All of the dwarves that have been Bilbo's friends since the quest sprang into action. Kili, Fili, Bofur and Bomber all ran to their horses. Tauriel was already galloping after the eight dwarves with Bilbo.

"What's going on?" Hamfast asked them.

"Stay here Hamfast; Bilbo will need his home once more from Lobelia!" Bofur said as he galloped fast down the lane and out of Hobbiton.

"Where's Frodo? Has anyone seen my son?" Drogo snapped as he suddenly looked around frantic.

"I was trying to get to him when they snatched him up with Bilbo," Kili said sadly.

"No," Drogo replied as Fili and Kili galloped off.

Bifur told Hamfast to look after Bag-End and got his horse and soon joined the company to not only rescue Bilbo but also his youngest nephew, Frodo.

Hard galloping and the sway of the horse's movement of the saddle, the horn dug into Bilbo's right side uncomfortably. He tried to move but, a hand would still him as the world around him moved too fast for his liking.

Passing out wasn't what Bilbo wanted but, he couldn't handle what was being done. For over a day and night, Bilbo was out. In that day and night, he was no longer in Hobbiton.

Sviur didn't care if the hobbit lived or not, he remembered his mother and how Sviur was going to be the Royal Council Member but, when the battle happened, in the south, everything changed for him. No one wanted to hire him, no wanted him.

So over the years, Sviur had traveled to the race of Man's city: Gondor. And there, that was where his hatred for the stupid hobbit lass began. When he had learned that she had died, he scolded at that but, overjoyed when he learned of her son, Bilbo Baggins.

He was highly upset when he had learned that their King, King Thorin, had come and taken Bilbo away. Following through with his backup plan, Sviur waited and waited. He hoped that the battle of the five armies would kill the confounded hobbit, but he lived.

He smirked now, it wasn't that hard to distract the king from an over shouted and yelling council meeting with the remaining lords from the North, South and West.

Taking a trail, Sviur had all of them stopped as he heard the two prince's race by them on their horses. He smiled evilly as he took these trails from long ago. Turning to the south once more.

Bilbo was awake now and with his nephew; who was surprisingly quiet but tears trickled down his face.

"It's okay Frodo my boy," Bilbo said softly to him.

Frodo didn't know how to speak just yet, with Hobbits; it is a bit later on when they do speak. 3 or 4 years old is when Hobbit parents think it is wise to teach them and if their child or children speaks a lot earlier on then that, they don't mind it.

Frodo hugged apart of Bilbo's back as then they were galloping off when "KILI! FILI! THIS WAY!"

"Ride fast now!" Sviur said, galloping his horse away from the road that would lead them to Bree.

Sviur had his fellow dwarves follow him as they made their way through the swamp like ground; back into an area where Bilbo knew that time had not forgotten. His mother would take him to the battlefield after the dwarves had left from the orcs attacking in the Shire long ago.

'Mahal, help me and Frodo!' Bilbo thought as he closed his eyes, passing out again.

Bilbo woke up as he didn't know where they were this time. He looked around as he was on the ground but tied to a post with Frodo propped against him.

"Frodo, Frodo?" He whispered low as the boy was asleep or seemed to be.

"We can't stop in Rivendell; we keep going through the Misty Mountains and back to Erebor!" Sviur's voice rang loudly as it made Bilbo silent.

"Easy, I was just asking!" A different dwarf snapped back.

A snort could be heard as Bilbo looked around. It was early morning hours, in a burned down house.

'Wait. I know this house. It's where my trolls are that night. When the company passed through here at the beginning of our quest!' Bilbo thought as he looked into the forest.

Maybe it was his hope against hope that Kili or Fili were in the trees. However, they weren't and Bilbo sighed heavily.

He looked up when he heard footsteps coming towards him and his nephew. He was thankful that he had his mithril shirt and Sting on him, just wish that the cuffs of sort weren't around his wrists.

"I take it you're up," The dwarf said to him, holding up a plate of food.

"Why is he doing this? Did Thorin really sign that decree?" Bilbo asked him.

The dwarf before him was that of a strawberry blonde and strangely enough had green eyes.

"Yes, our king signed it and I am just following orders. Eat what you can," The dwarf replied to him, putting the plate of food close by and then walked away.

"How can I eat if my hands are behind my back?" Bilbo said back, but he got no answer.

It was only then that Frodo woke up and looked confused before he remembered.

"Frodo, my boy, good morning," Bilbo greeted him nicely, kissing his forehead since he couldn't move his hands.

Frodo snuggled into his uncle as he saw the plate of food.

"Can you feed me some of that, please? My hands are still tied behind my back, though I don't understand why Thorin would do this to me? He would have come here himself, that I know of. Stubborn he is, Frodo, but very respectable and kind," Bilbo said, babbling a bit at the end.

Frodo hand fed Bilbo much to his discomfort; he also made sure that Frodo had more than him. Bilbo would be alright, but he was worried for Frodo's safety, health and well being.

It wasn't an hour later that Bilbo was once again, slung over the saddle of a horse, the horn digging more so into his hip as he looked up and saw that it was Sviur this time that had him.

Frodo was with another dwarf but there wasn't any of them could anything about it.

For the whole day, Bilbo tried his hardest to know where they were going next. Sure they were heading to Erebor, but from what path? Over the Misty Mountains, through Mirkwood? No, Sviur would take the trails that were less traveled on, to make it harder for Bilbo and Frodo.

The dwarf with the strawberry blonde hair and green eyes had gotten Frodo most of the way. They had traveled over the Misty Mountains fairly easily; without stopping in the Goblin's Town and were far north then before.

He didn't have a cloak on going over the Misty Mountains; he wished that he did as did the green eye dwarf. Thankfully he kept Frodo tucked into his arms for warmth.

Bilbo knew that it took about three months to get to Erebor, but the rate that Sviur was pushing them all, they would get there in Erebor about one and half close to two at the most.

By the time that they had headed down from the North, Bilbo and Frodo were getting the sneezes and the beginnings of a cold. He was sick of seeing mountain cliffs and such but, when they came to a massive river that snaked and followed the length of the Misty Mountains, Bilbo clung on tightly.

Frodo didn't like the cold water either as they had to cross over it. The dwarves were pushed for speed. Their horses were getting exhausted from the hard paste that they had to go through.

They finally rested and made camp when Sviur knew no one was following them now. Bilbo had Frodo in his lap as he breathed heavier than normal but then sneezed away into his shoulder.

"How long do we rest here for?" One dwarf asked Sviur.

"Two days at the most. We need to get back to Erebor," Sviur replied with urgency.

The green eyed dwarf walked over to Bilbo with the normal meal, Bilbo knew that he didn't want this to happen to the hobbit that was hailed a hero.

"How are you doing?" The dwarf asked low.

"How does anyone feel with a cold? I fear for Frodo, this will be his first cold and I hope it doesn't go into the flu any time soon. If you can, give what you can to him. He's only 3 years old going on 4 this September," Bilbo said with his nose starting to drain.

The dwarf swallowed as he nodded. It was in the race of dwarves that they took care of their children or any other children that weren't their own with fierceness that rivaled that of Smaug's wrath. What Sviur was doing was going against everything that is right for their race.

"I'll do what I can, Bilbo," The dwarf whispered low as he brought out his wine bottle and had Frodo drink it.

Bilbo would have objected at once on this but, he was fearfully worried for Frodo's safety and well being now. He hoped that his other nephews; Fili and Kili had alerted Thorin of or about this.

Never far was he in his thoughts. Bilbo wished he could see his king. Sviur had slapped him hard for saying that Thorin was his king. Bilbo then kept his mouth shut after that.

"One more mountain peek and then we will hug the top of Mirkwood Forest and come down into Erebor that way," The green eyed dwarf whispered low to Bilbo.

He nodded and whispered "Thank you, though I know it's hard for you, I just wish I could understand what Thorin was thinking-?"

"I was there in the council meeting, that dwarf had started the arguing and fighting, knowing that Thorin doesn't have that much will to stop it in his council rooms. I think our king needs you Bilbo. He won't last long, that I am sure of," The green eyed dwarf cut him off before he stood up and walked away.

Bilbo swallowed at this new information. He would do everything that he could to help Thorin, Rules of Old be damned!

'Thorin, just hang on my dear one. Just hang on.' he pleaded silently as he had Frodo hand feed him again and pushed the food closer to the little boy.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Kili ran into the meeting, not caring.

Standing up, everyone looked at him "What is it Kili?"

"Sviur kidnapped Bilbo and a small hobbit child! We lost track of them near the Misty Mountains. Sviur had said that he got a decree from you to give out the order. They arrested him Thorin!" Kili spat out, breathing hard and trembling.

Thorin paled at this as nearly everyone in the council room gasped and turned to their king.

"You mean to tell me, that snake of a dwarf tricked me into signing-"

"Thorin," Fili started "I think he wants to kill Bilbo and that of his blood nephew, Frodo. We had to fight eight of our own when Sviur took Bilbo away. Bofur, Bifur, Bomber, Kili, Tauriel and I all fought for him but couldn't stop it. I also do believe that they will be coming in from the North since Sviur knows paths that aren't traveled that easily anymore,"

"Get any and every dwarf ready to go and search for them. I do not want Bilbo or the child harmed, is that understood? If you have to, injure the dwarf but do not kill him. I want Bilbo and his nephew safe!" Thorin roared angrily.

"Sir, are you sure that-?"

"Thorin!" Ori's voice came into the room. "I found the Rules of Old!"

A silence fell over the room as the young dwarf carried the scrolls and over to his king. Thorin took them gently as he slowly opened them, reading them as a gasp escaped from him.

"By Mahal, we have had it all wrong from the very start!" he muttered to himself as he then handed them carefully back.

Ori looked at his king and asked "Do you wish for me to keep them safe?"

"Ori, you guard those rules with your life. Bilbo and his nephew have been kidnapped and taken prisoners by Sviur. I am sending my nephews and some of the party to the North," Thorin informed him as Ori gasped at this.

"Yes Thorin," Ori replied as he walked back out of the council meeting.

"Thorin, you sure you signed that-?"

"I did sign it. I must have or why else did Sviur do this?" Thorin cut in to one of his faithful council member.

"Or there could be something else going on, your highness," a younger dwarf implied.

"What else? If it can save Bilbo and his nephew's lives then speak quickly of it!" Thorin snapped impatiently.

"He could have forged the signed decree, making it look like you did it after causing nearly a rift within the heart of us," the young dwarf spoke quickly.

No one moved, they barely dared to breathe loudly as that could have been possible.

"Go get Lady Dis, all of Mahal is about to wake up in her wrath," Thorin said to them walking over to the window and looking North.

'By my blood, I will have you back safely Bilbo. Just hold on.' He thought to himself as he vowed silently.

The young dwarf got up and ran to where Lady Dis was staying but also feared what she may do when she learns of this.

Bilbo groaned as he swayed on the horse's shoulders. The Green eyed dwarf had Frodo again. It was easier to conceal the young boy then it was for Bilbo.

They had stayed in their camp for an extra day before Sviur had them galloping hard towards Erebor. If anything else, Bilbo would be so happy to be back here, but, he wasn't. The fear that had licked from within him since the end of the battle of the five armies, he knew something like this would happen and he couldn't stop the trembling.

He knew somewhere in his heart that he would die from this. He knows that talking to someone who is supposed to be banished is a huge no-no. However the threads that were open and not severed gave him hope these past few years.

It was night time again, he swayed and his bruised hip dug once more into the horn of the saddle.

One of the dwarves that were accompanying them from the start then was shot in his shoulder area. Yelling at the surprise since he had full body armor on. Arrow after arrow they had taken each and every dwarf out, all except the one who had Frodo and Sviur with Bilbo.

Very suddenly an army of dwarves made the dwarf halt in his tracks. Bilbo heaved forward before falling and landing in arms as he looked up and saw Nori.

"Nori!" he exclaimed happily.

"What in blue Mahal's beard is going on here!" Dwalin roared angrily.

"Just following orders, warrior," Sviur answered with a snarl.

"Where is Frodo?" Tauriel asked as Bilbo then looked to the remaining dwarf.

"Don't hurt that dwarf! He's helped me through this kidnapping, Frodo has a cold!" Bilbo shrieked loudly, his worry finally showing now.

Tauriel and Kili rushed over to the dwarf.

"It's okay, you're in good hands now Frodo," Kili whispered softly, showing a smile that he wasn't a bad guy.

Frodo looked to his uncle, to Kili and then back before he slowly let go of his grip on the green eyed dwarf. Kili took Frodo into his arms as Nori had finally taken the cuffs off of Bilbo's wrists.

Swords and spears were directed at Sviur's neck as he glowered at Bilbo getting out of this one.

"Uncle," Fili said, walking hurriedly over to his uncle hobbit and gently hugged him around the shoulders.

"I'm alright…just bruised horribly on my hip. Where is Thorin?" Bilbo asked looking around.

"He is coming, just I hope uncle doesn't rip this dwarf's head off," Fili whispered low, keeping an eye on Sviur.

And Thorin did come. Galloping up through the ranks of the army that he sent out. He couldn't just sit back in Erebor and wait for Bilbo to come to him, he had to see his hobbit for himself.

In one motion, he was out of the saddle and rushing towards Bilbo. Bilbo limped noticeably towards the one dwarf that had always been in his soul, heart and mind for the past nearly four years now.

As Bilbo looked at the dwarf King, nothing much had changed. Sure Thorin had gotten more gray hairs but, overall he looked the same. Same raven black hair; except with the pronounced gray streak in the front, his forever blue ice looking eyes, the regal and majestic look to his face.

Bilbo held his breathe as he saw how worried and livid Thorin truly was about all of this. And that gave Bilbo hope. Hope that he knew that Sviur had been lying about this whole ordeal because if Thorin had wanted to kill Bilbo for talking to him, he would have done it years ago.

"Thorin," He said before those strong arms wrapped around him securely.

"Bilbo," Thorin's soft voice whispered next to his ear.

"Uncle, the little one, he's sick," Kili said, walking up to them both with Frodo still in his arms as he sneezed.

Thorin pulled back and looked at the small boy. It was like a mirror of himself but in a hobbit form.

"Get him to the healers now Kili. Take great care of him no matter what happens! Bilbo can you ride with me back to Erebor?" Thorin stated, looking from Kili and Frodo to Bilbo.

"Frodo knows only me Thorin. He doesn't know how to speak just yet. I can ride but, please, don't sling me over like a dead prized deer my back and hip can't take much more," Bilbo begged Thorin who tightened his jaw at this.

"Kili, ride beside us. Bilbo, come on, it'll be okay from now on," Thorin had said with a promise to his voice.

Bilbo limped slowly to Thorin's horse and whimpered when he had to mount it. Thorin mounted the horse soon and noticed the hiss of pain from his former lover, gently lifted his shirt on the right side and gasped. There sporting was a purple-ish black-ish huge bruise on where the horn of the saddle had been digging into Bilbo's skin.

"Mahal, help me," Thorin whispered low as he gently wrapped his left arm around Bilbo's waist and spurred his horse into a trot.

Bilbo's hands suddenly flew to Thorin's legs as he hissed in utter pain. Thorin held Bilbo close to his chest, kissing his cheek and just silently being there for his former lover. Kili rode just as he was ordered to as he couldn't help but feel sorry for his uncle Bilbo.

The others soon followed their king, the dwarves that were struck had gotten back up and onto their horses as they too had spears and swords at their necks.

"Bilbo," Thorin whispered low.

"Thorin," Bilbo hissed back, leaning against his king's chest.

Seeing how much he was in pain, Thorin nudged his horse into a full gallop. The swaying of this gate from the harsh thudding of the trot, eased Bilbo's pain for a bit.

"Mileth will tend to you and Frodo when you get to Erebor. I cannot say how much I am sorry for this to happen, but I have good news," Thorin whispered low again.

Bilbo tilted his head up at his king, trying his hardest to hide the pain.

"I have found the Rules of Old and how we were all so wrong of going about them," Thorin said, his eyes shining with sadness and shame.

"Just as long as I get off of these horses and rest until I can walk again, then I will be happy. How wrong were you all?" Bilbo replied back.

Thorin smiled at this with a soft chuckle and said "Very wrong. Kili is free to court Tauriel openly. Fili can court whoever he chooses as I hope to do so with a hobbit who I have pushed away for so long,"

A gasp came from Bilbo as his body was in shock now. The trust that he had for Thorin, saving his life mind you, was there. Don't get him wrong that he doesn't trust Thorin with his life because he does.

However the wound that had bled openly for the past three close to four years in his soul was now slowly been healing.

"Can we start from the beginning?" Bilbo asked, looking up at Thorin.

Thorin knew that this could happen, Balin had warned him of it before he raced out of Erebor on his horse.

"If, that is what you truly wish, then yes we can," Thorin forced the words out.

Since his body couldn't take the pain anymore and he was exhausted since he knew Frodo was in safe arms now, Bilbo drifted off to sleep. Thorin moved hastily to Erebor's front gates.

'He is just as small as I remembered him to be. But his nephew, his real nephew, looks completely frightened and wants his uncle.' Thorin thought as the army of dwarves moved throughout the night.

When Bilbo opened his eyes again, he saw that it was daylight out and he was under a soft bed for once.

He really wished that it had been a horrible dream where he was kidnapped with that of his youngest nephew but, the horrible throbbing pain in his hip made him realize that it wasn't.

Slowly, shifting about, Bilbo pulled himself into a sitting position as he looked around the room. It was large, had a fireplace in it with dressers and attached bathroom to his right. And it was made of rock. He knew then that he was back in Erebor now.

Double doors, that had silver handles and two sapphires at the end of each handle.

"Thorin's room? I'm in Thorin's room?" He said a loud confused.

Just then, said double doors opened and Bilbo saw Mileth with her arms around Frodo. He had his head rested against her shoulder as she walked back to the bed.

"He's finally gone to sleep. He had an awful night. Please let him rest," Mileth whispered low to Bilbo.

He nodded in understanding and whispered "Has his fever broken yet?"

"Just this past hour it has. He's one lucky little hobbit. If it weren't for Onar giving Frodo that wine, I think we would be tending to a funeral instead," Mileth stated softly.

Bilbo gasped at this and looked at his nephew who was fast asleep but his skin looked soaking wet.

"Thorin will be seeing you after I am done looking you over, Bilbo," Mileth then said, gently walking over to his side of the bed.

Mileth was very gentle with Bilbo's bruise and had given him some pain killers for the pain and cold medicine for his cold. Other than just a cold, his hip hurting horribly, Bilbo was going to be alright.

"Your king will see you now," she told him and walked out.

Bilbo heard soft voices before Thorin walked in with the Scrolls of Old. Thorin had known that Bilbo wanted to read them for himself whenever they were found.

Just stopping a foot away on Bilbo's side of the bed, Thorin swallowed nervously. For nearly four years now, he had not seen his hobbit. He had had gone through a lot since the last time he saw Bilbo.

'How foolish was I? How could I push away my heart when we were barely living and thriving?' Thorin thought bitterly to himself as he gazed upon the Hero of Erebor.

"Thorin," Bilbo said, his name passing through his lips like water.

Bilbo knew his heart had sped up at seeing his king. His heart yearned for Thorin and had to push them down, he had asked of them to start a new. He couldn't skip over steps that are needed now.

"You can sit down," Bilbo told him, unsure if his king was alright.

Thorin was frozen almost to that spot before he slowly walked over and sat down on the bed. Making sure that he didn't hurt Bilbo at all and placed the Scrolls of Old in Bilbo's lap.

"Ori found them when I had learned of your abduction from Kili. Bilbo I am truly sorry for what happened, however my hands are tied with what Sviur has done. There will be a trail within the coming month for you to go through," Thorin said heavily.

It has been nearly four days since Bilbo was last awake and during those four days, Thorin and the company with his army moved fast back to Erebor.

Also upon arrival, Balin had got Thorin in his private study for a discussion that he did not want to hear. Sviur had forced Thorin's hand into signing the decree and having a trial of Bilbo's treason. Balin told Thorin that they would do everything that they could to save their hobbit, even from death.

Looking pale and worried, Bilbo gazed down at the Scrolls of Old and then pushed them away. He slowly stood up walked over to Thorin who looked confused at what he was doing.

Bilbo did not care anymore at this point in time right now. He just wanted to be cuddled and soothe his worries over. He was a hobbit after all.

So when he carefully knelt down and then gently sat in Thorin's lap, he hugged his king. It didn't take long for Thorin to wrap his arms around the shaking form of Bilbo.

A sigh escaped the lips of the Dwarf King as his grip tightened a bit. Mileth would have his head if he hurt Bilbo further, but to know that someone was there helped too.

"Don't leave me please," Bilbo muttered into Thorin's shoulder fearfully.

His emotions ranging from fear to exhaustion to relief was all over the place. Sure he hasn't seen battle since his banishment and it has taken him by surprise but, his body remembered. Like an old hidden path, his body knew these emotions after the eternal shock wore off.

"I'm not going to, at least that is what you wish," Thorin replied, feeling the shakes and trembling lessen.

"What I wish? When did you start saying that?" Bilbo asked curiously again.

A smile tugged at the corners of the king's lips.

"Because, I would like for you to be happy, Bilbo. Not fearful or frightened. I know that is not you, but I hope that with time, I can right a wrong," Thorin replied back, looking at the scrolls once more.

Now that Bilbo's emotions were somewhat calm, he followed Thorin's gaze and swallowed nervously.

"Just tell me, I can't think straight to read right now," Bilbo grumbled as it was true.

His headache was deepening near his temples and on the sides; the medications were also starting to kick in as well.

"I would like for you to read them. I know it's horrible of me to ask, but please Bilbo, Hero of Erebor," Thorin began and silently added in his mind 'and my beloved hobbit'. "You must read them for yourself, after you get over your cold and injury,"

"Oh, alright, but I am warning you now, Thorin Oakenshield, King under the mountain, If they state something so foolishly, I am getting your sister and letting her beat the tear out of you. Like the last cold that I have had, it only lasts a week. Now, I'm really hungry and would like to sleep again," Bilbo grumpily grumbled and threatened Thorin.

Thorin kept very silent on that threat for he knew that his sister would beat him up for this, but then again he has not seen her since early this morning.

"Of course, I will have Bomber make something for you. Though under these circumstances I am both sorry and happy that this happened to you and that you are here," Thorin replied, helping Bilbo get back under the covers again.

Bilbo smiled and then hugged his king. This was the Thorin that he knew. This was the Thorin that sang low and deeply in front of his heather that night oh so long ago. This was the Thorin Oakenshield that he had fallen in love with and hoped to do so again.

Thorin wrapped his arms around Bilbo before gently getting up and walked out of his bedroom chambers.

Who walked in next Bilbo was thrilled to see.

"Ori, oh my…come here!" he said happily as the young dwarf did just that as the two best friends hugged one another.

"It's good to see you again Bilbo, but I am terribly sorry for what that dwarf has done to you and your family. If the trail goes right, nothing will happen to you," Ori replied softly back, looking at the young hobbit sleeping soundly away.

"I hope to Mahal that it goes right as well. Now, what are you doing in here?" Bilbo said back, looking him up and down.

Ori had grown a bit more; his beard was coming in nicely as he looked grand. As always, Ori had his shoulder pack of books, pens, pencils and what not, with him at all times.

"I am here to look after the Scrolls. Thorin said for me to guard them with my life and I shall carry it out. Have you read them yet?" Ori asked but as he was talking to Bilbo, Bomber and two other cooks had quietly walked in.

Bomber sighed a relief that Bilbo and his nephew was alright now as he had a tray for Bilbo to eat from. It was broth soup with steamy bread pieces and another vile for Bilbo's injuries and cold.

"Thank you Bomber, for making this under such notice," Bilbo told his friend.

"Anything for you Bilbo. Now, it is very hot, so please do be careful," Bomber said with a warm smile.

Nodding at this Bilbo dunked his bread into his soup as Ori then started to explain how he found the scrolls.

"It is very weird, for I had thought the cave-in tunnel was where the scrolls were at. But after getting them cleared, safely restructured again, we found that the tunnel lead to hidden balcony but it was destroyed by Smaug. Down below we found old artifacts, ones that date back to the First Age, but I'm getting off track here.

When Dori, Gloin and I started back up the stairs, I saw and found another hidden passage way. Not sure if I could go through it again, I walked through it and then in this small circular room, there they were. A light coming from somewhere was beamed on the scrolls as they looked brand new.

"I made sure nothing was going to hurt me when I grabbed them and ran towards where Thorin was. I had not looked at them until Thorin did about five days ago now. He had ordered someone to fetch Tauriel and I kid you not, and by Mahal, he had openly told her when she arrived that she could love Kili freely.

I had never seen a she-elf smile and cry so happily in all of my life. She took off after Kili and Fili and Thorin wanted to know if you were alright as well. We all care about you deeply," Ori had explained but towards the end, he looked over and saw Bilbo fast asleep.

Smiling softly at this, knowing that Bilbo did not do this on purpose, he took the food tray back outside with the empty vile, with the scrolls safely tucked under his arm.