A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back! Sorry it took so long. I saw Desolation of Smaug and I loved it! Anyway, here are a few reminders about this story.
1) Smaug is dead, he was killed by The Hobbit Princess and Thorin when he tried to take Erebor.
2) Thorin is King Under the Mountain, both his Father and Grandfather died (or in Thorin's father's case disappeared) like the movie says. While he's on the quest, his sister Dis is in charge.
3) The Arkstone was stolen by Smaug's son, Smuag the second, and taken to the Kingdom of Ysabba.
4) The Company is getting it back along with claiming the Ysabba.
5) I'm messing with Hobbit's age a bit, I'm making them live longer so it'd fit the storyline.
6) This story is a mix of the movie and book.
I blieve that's it, if you have any questions, you know how to reach me, now I will leave in the good hands of the Storyteller, enjoy!
The Hobbit Prince
Chapter 7: Cute
Welcome back! Shall we get to it then? Now where did we leave off? Ah, Rivendell.
Lord Elrond was a most gracious host; he supplied our Company with a most magnificent feast, to which Bilbo enjoyed greatly, though he wasn't so sure about the others.
After dinner, a much needed and loved bath (despite being subjected to pale arses and dangly bits), Bilbo took it upon himself to exploring their host home, Nori behind him. The Dwarf was his protection in case and these were Fili's words "the tree-shagger decided to kidnap our burglar and have his wicked way with him".
Bilbo was pretty sure by the end of this journey he'd be forever red-faced.
"What exactly are you looking for Bilbo?" Nori asked as he glanced lazily about.
"The library" Bilbo answered.
"Of course you are" Nori mumbled as he remembered why his little brother and the Hobbit bonded so quickly, their love of knowledge.
"My mother, use to tell me stories about Rivendell's great library" Bilbo said, "of course I've always been told that they were just that, stories".
Nori thought about the information he's been given, the Thief (along with the others for that matter) had thought it odd that their burglar knew so much about not only Ysabba, but only other places such as Rivendell when he's never been past the Shire border.
Nori had theorized that when the Hobbit explained that his mother told him stories, that the Hobbit's mother had either been a Hobbit of Old or a descendent of one. The Thief once, had nearly asked for the mother's name, but stopped at the sad look that fall upon their burglar's face. It was a look most of the Company knew all too well.
"Ah ha!"
Nori was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound, hand going to his weapon, only to let go when he realized there was no danger (or bulgur-stealing Elven Lords) , just a very happy and excited Hobbit taking in the large library.
Nori groaned as he resigned himself to his fate of a long and very boring evening.
Hmm? What happened to Thorin? Let's see shall we?
Thorin hated to admit it, but give him a mountain or a carven and he could walk it blindfolded. Give him anything else and he'd be running around like a chicken with its head cut off, not the most noble trait of a king and one he rather not have known publicly, especially within the house of his enemy .
To put it simple, Thorin was lost and refused to ask for directions.
Taking note of having passed the same statue at least twice, the King growled and stopped walking, he thought of his options and decided that the next door he saw he was going enter it and ask the occupant for directions, pride be damned! His mind made up Thorin continued on until he saw a large door, opening it up revealed the library.
The King paused to taken in the sight and was reluctant to admit that the place was wondrous, before looking about for another person. Not finding a bookkeeper like he expected the King traveled further into the library hoping to find someone, and did in fact found someone. Several someones, including Nori and Bilbo.
There was the Hobbit in the middle circle of Elves (and now he knew where the bookkeeper ran off to) who all eagerly listened as Bilbo told a tale from the Shire, even Nori was listening attentively. None of them noticed their visitor.
"And then the whole Shire spent the entire day chasing after pigs and chickens!"
Everyone laughed, Thorin waited a moment before clearing his throat, a wave of nervousness washed over him when eyes whirled in his direction.
"Oh, hello Thorin" Bilbo greeted.
"Mr. Baggins, Nori…Elves"
"Did you need something Thorin?" Nori asked with a knowing grin.
Thorin narrowed his eyes in warning, before opening his mouth to ask for the directions to the camp the Company had set up, the question dying on his tongue at the eyes staring at him. Grumbling under his breath Thorin sat down between Nori and Bilbo.
Bilbo blinked, bewildered as to why Nori nearly fell over laughing.
Rather than ask for directions, Thorin spent the rest of his time in the library listening to Bilbo spin tales of his home, and some stories his mother told to him, by the time he was finally finish the sun had fallen and it was time for sleep.
Bilbo glanced nervously over his shoulder at the Dwarf following him, Nori had left the library hours ago, leaving him alone with Thorin, who the Hobbit had first thought was also leaving.
Finally he came to his room that Lord Elrond had given him.
"You have a room?" said Thorin.
Bilbo nodded, confused for a moment before remembering that the rest of the company had declined the Elven Lord's offer for a room and decided to camp out in one of the halls, from the look the Dwarf gave him Bilbo felt a need to defend himself but shook that thought away. It was not his fault that the Company was stubborn, not only that but it's been days since he's slept in a bed!
"Was there something you needed?" Bilbo then asked now a bit annoyed at the other Dwarf.
To the Hobbit's surprise, Thorin shuffled his feet awkwardly, inwardly cursing himself for his terrible sense of directions. The last thing he needed was for the Hobbit to find out.
"Are…Are you lost?"
Damn.
"No!" Thorin snapped back, voice defensive.
Bilbo blinked before giving a small giggle.
Thorin felt his face warm, and with a growl stomped off, Bilbo watched him go with a slight guilty expression.
Luckily for Thorin, he was able to find the rest of his Company, who noticing their Leader mood, kept to themselves figuring it was because of being in the home of Elves. Thorin let them think that, he let himself think, because it obviously had nothing to do with a certain Hobbit, and a secret need to impress said Hobbit.
Night passed, and morning came, Bilbo was once again walking down the Halls, this time with Dwalin as his guard, usually being around the large Dwarf made our dear Bilbo rather nervous, but not today. Today, Bilbo was on an mission, you see last night our Bilbo realized he may have unintentionally hurt Thorin's feeling, though he wasn't sure exactly why (though he had a feeling giggling hadn't made it any better). After all in Bilbo's mind it made perfect sense to get lost in a place you've never been to, but the Hobbit suppose in the mind of a Dwarf it was different.
"You wouldn't happen to know where Thorin is would you?" Bilbo asked his guard.
"Why?" Dwalin asked.
"I wish to apologize" Bilbo answered, keeping an eye out for the King.
"Why do you have to apologize?"
To Dwalin, he was pretty sure Thorin should be the one doing apologizing, his friend was many things but he could not for the life of him speak his feelings, oh, he could speak his mind well enough ( and often loudly as all Dwarves do), but his feelings? You have better chances of marrying an Orc.
"I may have hurt his feelings last night"
Dwalin stared at the Hobbit, wondering if perhaps his King had finally realized what he and the Company could already see, and tried to tell the Hobb—"
"I think he was lost last night" Bilbo continued on.
"Ah" Dwalin said, both amused and a bit disappointed.
"Ah?" Bilbo repeated looking over his shoulder at the Dwarf.
"Dwarves aren't good above ground" Dwalin answered simply, which was true in a sense, Thorin was just worse.
"Oh" Bilbo said, squeaking when he ran suddenly ran into another body, "oh, I'm terribly sorry" he quickly apologized, blushing when he realized he ran into Lord Elrond.
"It's quite alright" Elrond said with a small smile.
Behind them Dwalin glared.
"I was on my way to see you as it were" Elrond then said, kneeling down.
"Y-You were?" Bilbo stuttered eyes large.
"Yes, I was going to ask if you would like to join me in afternoon tea later today"
Dwalin growled.
"Oh that would be lovely!" Bilbo said.
Elrond smiled again, "Excellent, I will meet you in front of the library at noon"
"I'll be there"
"Until then"
Bilbo blushed, when the back of his hand was once again kissed by the Elf.
Dwalin's fingers twitched for his hammer.
It's only when the Elf left (giving a polite nod to the Dwarf), that they resumed walking, Dwalin grumbling in Khuzdul and Bilbo's face flushed.
They finally find Thorin sitting on a bench, smoking his pipe (his third smoke of the day and it was barely even noon! Staying here really wasn't good for his friends' health), Dwalin stays behind and watches as Bilbo, hesitating for a moment goes over to the King.
The Warrior really hoped his King didn't take so long in getting a clue soon when it came to their Burglar, preferably before the Elf reallydid have his way with Bilbo…or he did.
What?...Dear child, Dwalin maybe a bi thick –many Dwarves are- but he's not blind, Bilbo is a very attractive Hobbit! Now then where was I? Oh yes!
"Erm"
Thorin looked up at the Hobbit who stood shuffling nervously, before going back to his pipe and staring at the falling leaves.
"About last night" Bilbo began.
Thorin stiffened.
"I didn't mean to offend"
"Think nothing of it" Thorin said stiffly around his pipe.
"Oh, but um, that is to say—erm, there's nothing to be ashamed off!"
Thorin turned and raised a brow, blinking when the Hobbit started to babble, hands failing about.
"You've never been here before so it makes sense that you'd get a bit turned about, and there's nothing wrong with asking for help, though I shouldn't have laughed, seeing as how I got a bit lost too but I wasn't laughing at you! Well a little bit but it wasn't like that! Okay, maybe a little but, oh dear where was I going with this?"
Thorin was wondering the same thing as he stared at the other, pipe no longer in his mouth.
"Oh yes, what I meant was that I was laughing because I thought it was a bit cute" Bilbo finished with a small smile.
Thorin blinked, then blinked again, "You thought" he then said slowly, "me getting lost was…cute?"
Bilbo frowned, "Well when you put like that" he mumbled.
"You think…. I'm…. cute?"
"Uh"
Bilbo looked at the King, he took in the long thick mane of black hair, the matching bread on the handsome face, then he came to the eyes, so dark and piercing and staring straight into his.
Mouth suddenly dry the Hobbit looked down at the ground, but nodded none the less, cheeks a flaming red. Thorin on the other hand, sat frozen, before clearing his throat, placing his pipe back into his mouth and going back to looking at the leaves, his cheeks a light pink.
Watching from his spot, Dwalin shook his head and sighed.
Well would you looked at the time, time for you lot to head home. Off with you now, until next time.
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