"Bilbo?" Thorin asked, giving his boyfriend a worried look. The younger man looked up. "You have been staring at the menu for the past five minutes. Are you alright?"

They had arrived at the small diner not ten minutes ago and during such time, Bilbo barely said anything. They were seated in a booth, facing each other as they sat on opposite sides, that the younger man had chosen by a window, and now choosing their meal. Having been here a lot in recent months, Thorin knew what he wanted and waited patiently for Bilbo to choose his meal. He had waited... and waited... and waited... until he was certain Bilbo wasn't alright. He had asked the question in hopes of getting a reasonable and acceptable answer to pacify his shaky nerves, but all he got was a small smile.

"Yeah," Bilbo answered. "I just don't know what to get."

"I can order for you," Thorin offered. Bilbo gave him a quizzical look; Thorin chuckled. "I have come here a lot."

The younger man smiled and thought about the offer for a minute or two before thanking Thorin and passing him the menu. Thorin smiled and Bilbo blushed lightly as their fingers touched; oh, how he could wait to braid his hair and the surprise the other man was to give him. Speaking of the bead... "Um, Thorin-"

"Hi," a female waitress with long blonde hair and blue eyes unknowingly interrupted rather cheerfully; in such a way, Bilbo could tell she had practiced it a lot. "Are you ready to order?" She was smiling at them with her paper pad and pen in hand.

Bilbo smiled back and glanced at Thorin, watching from the corner of his eye as she did the same. He frowned at what he saw; Thorin seemed to be hiding his face with the menu and ducking his head to avoid the glare he was getting from Bilbo. Despite his actions, Thorin placed their order and reluctantly lifted his head with barely a shadow of a grimace on his face. Bilbo wondered what was wrong, but he got his answer as the waitress gasped.

"Thorin Oakenshield," she said brightly, and Bilbo wanted to punch her. "I haven't seen you here in ages."

Bilbo flashed a rather angry look at his boyfriend who purposely avoided his gaze.

"Then again," she continued, "I'm still getting over our harsh break up."

Thorin's face paled and he forced a tight smile. "Well," he said stiffly. "I have certainly moved on."

"Oh," the waitress answered, seeming wilted at the thought of Thorin with someone else. As she replied, Bilbo clenched his fists and gave Thorin the most savage glare he could muster. "You have?"

Thorin shrunk into his seat a little and nodded. "Yes, and I am very serious with the man."

Bilbo's expression changed entirely; he gaped at him. Did he actually say man? Did he really just admit to his ex that he was very serious with a man? He opened his mouth to speak but closed it having decided that it might cause more trouble with the waitress. He blushed as Thorin gave him a loving smile. In Bilbo's mind, the waitress had disappeared and it was just the two of them in the diner... when in reality, the waitress was looking between Bilbo and Thorin, a look of shock on her face.

"M-Man?" she managed. "Th-This man?" She pointed at Bilbo in a very rude manner, and the younger man felt a warm feeling grow at the base of his stomach as Thorin's eyes grew protectively cold.

"Yes, this man," Thorin nearly growled. The waitress took a step back; Thorin's tone obviously scaring her. Bilbo felt himself smile as Thorin clasped his hands tightly over the table, apparently to keep from losing his temper and Bilbo could see that it wasn't working. "I love him more than anything in this world. I do not wish for your offensive inputs; you know nothing of my love. You were just a one-day-deal." His gaze grew colder, a sure sign he would lose his temper soon. Clearing his throat, Bilbo reached for Thorin's tightly clasped hands, which were now white, and covered them with his smaller one. Thorin immediately calmed down and Bilbo forced a wide smile away.

The waitress, on the other hand, looked taken aback. "I-I-I..." She shook her head and left the table.

Thorin sat back with a satisfied smile upon his face. He glanced down at Bilbo's small hand covering his own and smiled. He grasped the younger man's hand and brought it up to his lips. Bilbo giggled as Thorin's beard tickled his knuckles as the man kissed his hand. Once Thorin had kissed each of his fingers, he gently laid Bilbo's hand in his own on the center of the table. Bilbo smiled shyly as Thorin winked at him; the glorious and absolute beauty had returned to Thorin's sapphire eyes.

"Not so easy is it?" Thorin asked after a while, a smirk lighting his face.

"What isn't?" Bilbo replied, forcing his eyes off their laced hands.

"Seeing me with someone else," Thorin answered. "Thank you," he said to a different waitress who set their drinks down on the table. "Hurts, does it not?" he asked, taking a sip of his tea.

"That was different," Bilbo argued. "Bofur and I have never been like... like us." He sighed and pouted as he drank his tea.

"Bilbo?" Thorin asked after the younger man had been quiet for sometime.

"Fine," he mumbled.

"What?" Thorin squeezed his hand.

"I said fine," he answered a bit louder, looking up. "It does hurt... a lot."

Thorin smiled. "I love it when you get flustered."

Bilbo tried to glare at him but it didn't work; he ended up laughing. "You jerk," he teased.

The other man chuckled then gave Bilbo a questioning look. "What were you talking to Bofur about, if I may ask?"

He sighed and pouted again. "Your hair bead," he replied in a small voice, looking sheepishly at Thorin.

"Why did you not ask me?" Thorin asked, wrapping his other hand around Bilbo's. "I would have been more than happy to show you how to fashion one."

"Really?" Bilbo asked, truly trying to believe Thorin would want to show him how to make his very own bead. "You would have?"

Thorin nodded. "Just one slight problem, though."

"What's that?"

"My family's secrets are closely guarded, therefore only members can know how to craft such jewels." Thorin waited for Bilbo to show some sign of understanding, and he quietly hoped that he hadn't revealed too much. Bilbo nodded but didn't say anything. "But..." Thorin took a deep breath and cringed slightly at the hopes of Bilbo finding out. "That will change... soon."

Bilbo looked puzzled, much to Thorin's relief. "Change? Soon? What do you mean?"

Thorin, gratefully, didn't have time to answer because their food had arrived.

"Thorin," Bilbo began with a mouthful of salad. "What are we going to do next? After we're done here?"

The older man watched as Bilbo shoved more leaves in his mouth... oh that dear, sweet mouth... munching and biting on those juicy leaves. Thorin's own mouth was watering for the need of his boyfriend... his own painful need. Though he had promised Bilbo he would wait until the younger man was ready for such... activities, he knew his own patience was starting to run low. He watched as Bilbo swallowed his food with care, as if not to choke, and take a swig of his tea. Suddenly, Thorin felt the room go up in temperature as Bilbo looked expectantly at him; those green eyes of his boring into Thorin's very soul, making the man want him more. He realized Bilbo must've told him something because the younger man had stopped eating and was now watching him.

"I am... sorry," Thorin stuttered. "I did not hear you."

Bilbo smiled. "I asked what we were going to do next."

"Oh," Thorin said. "I... uh... we... I..."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Bilbo pouted playfully.

Thorin teasingly narrowed his eyes at him. "I do not wish to tell you, because it is someplace special." He drank his tea and smiled at Bilbo. "And I wish for it to be a surprise."

"Okay," Bilbo answered; his heart thumping fast as the idea of the place being special and a surprise. He turned his attention back to his own food and Thorin did the same. After a while, his salad was slowly disappearing and though it was actually good, Bilbo wanted something else. "Thorin?"

"Yes, love."

Bilbo gave Thorin's three-quarter-eaten sandwich a quick glance before sheepishly smiling at Thorin. "Um..."

Thorin was already ahead of him; he handed Bilbo his uneaten piece and sat back to watch Bilbo lazily enjoy it. As much as he wanted to, he forced his hands to not take the item that he retrieved from his desk out of his pocket. He itched to give the gift to Bilbo, but he wanted the moment to be special... as if every minute with Bilbo wasn't special already. He smiled warmly as the younger man happily finished Thorin's sandwich. Yes, everything was perfect... though he still had a beef with Dis, but he could... give in to his sister and go with a woman to the wedding. But now was not the time to worry about such things.

"That was good," Bilbo said, wiping his mouth with the corners of the napkin. "Thank you."

Thorin nodded. "You are very welcome." He chuckled at Bilbo's apologetic look for taking his sandwich. "It is fine; I was not really hungry anyway."

Bilbo eyed him curiously before the different waitress handed them the check. "I'll-"

"No," Thorin interrupted. "No, I will pay."

"Thorin," Bilbo whined. "It's the least I can do for you paying last time. And we weren't even dating then... Please, Thorin."

"No," Thorin repeated. "I will pay. You will stay here. And I will be right back." He stood and leaned over to peck Bilbo's lips before paying the check.

Bilbo grumbled to himself as he watched Thorin pay. "Just because he's rich doesn't mean he has to..." He paused as he let his eyes rake the older man up and down; taking in Thorin's posture, his handsome features, and his luscious ebony hair with subtle streaks of silver was just too perfect and that made Bilbo all the more happy, seeing how he was in a serious relationship with him. He sighed and finished his sentence as Thorin was returning to the table. "Be so goddamn good looking."

"What?" Thorin asked, a curious grin on his face.

The younger man blushed and coughed nervously. "Uh, nothing... I was just talking to myself."

Thorin nodded slowly. He set a tip down on the table before he asked Bilbo silently if he was ready. When the man nodded his head, Thorin led him out the diner and to his car.

Once Bilbo was buckled in, he asked Thorin where they were going. Thorin shook his head and smothered a grin. "I am not telling you," he said, leaving the parking lot. "You shall have to wait, my love."

Bilbo huffed, annoyed that Thorin wouldn't tell him. "Can I at least have a hint?"

Thorin thought about it for a minute before saying, "Fine."

Bilbo clapped his hands before shifting in his seat to face Thorin. "Well, what is my one hint?"

"It is..." Thorin pondered over the options he had in his head. He smiled as he found a decent answer that wouldn't give away too much. "It is in the heart of the city." He chuckled as Bilbo frowned, clearly not liking his hint. The younger man looked at him and Thorin shrugged. "You asked for one hint and that is my answer."

Thorin had driven them to the heart of the city, as promised, and pulled off the road near a very old looking church. He turned off the car, slowly took off his seat belt, and breathed in a shaky, nervous breath.

"Why are we stopping here?" Bilbo asked, though following Thorin's actions and taking off his seat belt. "At the Lonely Chapel?"

The older man faced him, clear lines of nervousness and stress etching his face that made Bilbo wonder what he was thinking. Without a word, Thorin leaned over and kissed Bilbo's cheek before exiting and rounding the car to the passenger door. He opened it like a nervous freak but a complete gentleman at the same time. Trying to smother his anxious state, he smiled softly as Bilbo got out of the car and gave him a curious look.

"Thorin?" Bilbo asked, watching him close the door and locking the car.

"Yes, love," Thorin answered a bit shakily, his heart in his throat.

"What are we doing here?"

Thorin exhaled deeply as he took Bilbo's small hand in his own. "We are taking a walk through the trail." He felt his nerves slightly lessen as Bilbo gasped happily.

"I have never been here before," he said gleefully. "Once... I think it was four years ago, I wanted to come and walk here. But I could never find the time, and seeing how I didn't have a car. I have always wanted to walk in a place with bright colored flowers, tall and grand trees, beautiful skies, and a flowing river; though I'm not sure I imagined all four of those in one... and I'm rambling aren't I?" Bilbo asked, taking in Thorin's expression.

"No... I mean yes," Thorin said. "Yes, you are rambling but I enjoy it."

Bilbo felt a red blush creep up his neck as Thorin gave him the truest smile he had ever seen. He sighed contently as they began walking down the leafy green trail.

During their walk, they held decent and nervous conversations (the nervous ones were created by Thorin) while Bilbo occasionally pulled Thorin aside to stare in awe at the colorful flowers. A few times, Bilbo thought he was annoying Thorin with the constant stops, so the last time he felt Thorin was truly annoyed, he daringly asked the older man if he was a bother. Thorin had given him a genuinely shocked look before explaining to Bilbo that there was no other place that he would rather be. Bilbo nodded and continued pointing to the purple and blue flowers, feeling extremely guilty about his stupid question. As they approached the center of the trail, Bilbo noticed Thorin was becoming very uneasy and maybe even a little green. Though he had asked him numerous times if he was alright, Thorin pressed that he was fine.

The sun was setting as Bilbo and Thorin came upon the center of the trail. The younger man nearly froze when he saw how beautiful this place was. A lovely fountain was in the middle of a fine garden of pink roses, white lilies, and other flowers Bilbo did not recognize, all colors ranging from peach to dark violet. Everything looked so perfect, and the setting sun illuminated the garden with splashes of orange and yellow rays.

"This is so beautiful," Bilbo said as they came to a stop near the fountain. A content sigh escaped his lips as Thorin wrapped his strong arms around his waist and pressed a kiss into his chestnut colored curls. He lifted his hands and rested them on Thorin's muscular arms as he leaned into the taller man.

"Yes you are," Thorin replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Bilbo craned his head up to capture Thorin's lips for a languid kiss. "Thank you," he said, pulling back and turning in his arms to give his boyfriend a proper kiss.

After a while, Thorin reluctantly pulled back and looked down for a few minutes before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. The sun had already set, taking all of the color but not the loveliness of the scene with it. He felt his palms, they were moist with sweat. His breathing was uneven and his entire body was shaking with complete nervousness. Bilbo gave him a concerned look and Thorin tried to shrug it off but couldn't as he reached into his pocket. Slowly he pulled out a small box and drew in a calming breath before looking into Bilbo's worried eyes.

"I... uh... I..." Thorin tried. "Bilbo, I... I love you... very much." He glanced at the younger man who nodded for him to continue, the concerning look still apparent on his face. "I know if I... were... to lose... you, I-" Thorin sighed; this was going to be harder than he had first thought. "I know I... would die. Um... the day we... fought... I-I was r-ready to... face the fact that we... were... never going to happen." He focused his eyes on Bilbo's dark green scarf, which was still snugly wrapped around his neck, to concentrate on his words. "Then, when you ran into me-"

Thorin was caught off guard as Bilbo snickered. He glanced at the man with a mild expression just short of 'WTF?! I was talking!'. "Knocked you down," Bilbo said with a confident smile on his face that Thorin couldn't stay mad at for long.

"Yes," he replied. "I knew I... could have a... second chance with... you." He set the small box on the ground beside him, got on one knee, and grasped Bilbo's hands. "And I am truly, truly grateful I received this chance..." he choked and wiped his eyes. Bilbo smiled down at him and felt tears of his own gather in his eyes at seeing Thorin so emotional. "I... I want to... I need to... spend every day of my life with you... for as long as I live," Thorin confessed.

Bilbo gasped as Thorin picked up the small box and held it in his hands.

"I love you, Bilbo Baggins." Thorin smiled; the nervousness he had before slowly washing away. "And I wouldn't dare leaving your side... for all my life." He opened the small box to reveal a silver band with a three ruby stones.

Bilbo gasped again and covered his mouth with his hand in shock.

"Will you marry me?" Thorin asked, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest.

Too speechless to speak, Bilbo nodded his head fiercely and squeaked with joy as Thorin slid the silver band onto his ring finger; the fit was perfect. He grasped Thorin's hands and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. After several minutes without breath, they broke apart gasping for air. Bilbo gazed into Thorin's sapphire eyes and Thorin did the same. "I love you, Thorin Oakenshield," Bilbo declared. "And I will marry you."

"Thank you," Thorin choked, too overwhelmed with emotion.

"No," Bilbo corrected. "Thank you." He smiled brightly as Thorin held his left hand and ran a rough finger over the ring. "Thorin?" he asked and the man looked up quickly. "Can we go... home... now. I... uh... I want to... I mean..." Bilbo flushed. "You."

Thorin frowned. "What?"

"I... want... y-you," Bilbo said sheepishly.

That sentence alone was enough to make Thorin aroused. With a firm nod, they walked back to the car in a casual but slightly hurried manner, holding hands all the while.

They had managed to arrive home in one piece and stumble through the front door and into the bedroom since Bilbo couldn't keep his hands off Thorin. As much as Thorin wanted him, Bilbo was moving a little too quickly. Several times, he had to break away and gently push the younger man's hands away as he tried to slow the process down. He soon gave up as Bilbo grasped the bottom of his teal shirt and began to lift it. Thorin helped and threw the shirt as far away from them as he could. Bilbo sucked in a quick breath as he took the sight of Thorin in the grey muscle shirt. The man's muscular arms were perfectly shaped and toned while his long black and silvery hair cascaded down his shoulders; he looked absolutely handsome.

Thorin, meanwhile, unlaced Bilbo's scarf and tossed the green v-neck off the younger man. He sucked in a quick breath of his own as Bilbo did the same to his muscle shirt; his small fingers caressing the strong flesh underneath it. Thorin watched as Bilbo's eyes held a deep desire as he ran his hands over Thorin's back, chest, and stopped before the prominent bulge in Thorin's pants. The younger man's eyes widened as he gently reached out and pressed his fingers lightly on the taut material. Thorin jerked and Bilbo retracted his hand only to bury it deep within Thorin's thick, charcoal locks as he fiercely crushed his lips against Thorin's.

"Bil... bo," Thorin gasped between hot kisses. "I..."

He didn't finish his sentence because Bilbo had begun to unbuckle his pants...

Well, that was fun... I don't know if I should continue their activities in the next chapter or if I should just jump in with Dis. :( Help me... please! I don't want to write something and have you guys not like it O.O So please! HELP!

Okay, I'm done XD