Bilbo went very quickly to the Public Baths to be able to clean himself and get rid of the lingering stench. Frankly, the nauseating smell of the troll cave had become attached to his skin and clothes, and he was quite through with having to deal with it all the time. When he finally approached the baths, he saw Lindir waiting patiently with clothes in his hands.

"Your Majesty, Lord Elrond has ordered me to give you some clothes which, I hope, will be your size. We made them especially for you during your last visit." Then said Lindir, holding hands with the said garments.

Bilbo then took the clothes and thanked Lindir, dismissing him before entering the baths. Only a minute later, Thorin arrived, heading quickly into the Baths to be able, he hoped, to catch a glimpse of the delicious hobbit. When he entered the baths, his jaw dropped when he saw the hobbit undressing. Blessed be Mahal! He thought.

The Hobbit's body was exactly as he had imagined, if not even greater. His skin was slightly tanned, probably due to the sun, the Shire being a very sunny place. He finished removing his underwear, his armour already at his side. Thorin could only appreciate the voluptuous curves of the untouchable being before him, his gaze sliding back down to the hobbit's feet which, probably due to his half-blood, were still covered with a slight tuft of hair, up to his slightly muscular calves. As he continued to admire the fatal beauty in front of him, he did not hear the rest of the company entering the Baths. He could not help but observe the thighs more than tantalizing of the being almost divine, and he blushed at the sight of the buttocks well bounced, firm and certainly pleasant to the touch. His skin looked so soft. He thought.

The Company's dwarves who had stayed behind looked at the scene with amusement, although some, such as Kili, Fili, Nori and Bofur, also looked at the hobbit in an enraptured manner. Bilbo, meanwhile, knew perfectly well that he was being watched, and willingly put on a show. He had finished pulling off his boxer shorts, and slightly shook his curly hair, swaying his body sensually, not hesitating to roll his hips as he walked to a shelf where he saw several soaps. Most had smells of flowers and fruit, but some were still quite neutral, like the Sandalwood or Aloe Vera. He took the blueberry one, not forgetting how Thorin had adored some of the blueberry pies served during the meal in his palace, and went into the bath to clean himself.

Thorin had lost no time, and had quickly undressed, almost tearing his clothes as he was in a hurry to join the hobbit, not noticing behind him that the other members of the Company were doing the same. He then took the soap that he felt was the least flourished, Aloe Vera, and went immediately into the bath, near the Hobbit. Arriving so close to the Hobbit, he noticed that the latter was soaping lasciviously, gently. The water being lukewarm, Bilbo enjoyed the bath with delight, not being able to stop small groans as he rubbed his skin with the soap and a sponge he had recovered. He glanced at Thorin from time to time, who was looking at him without the slightest bit of shame. Bilbo then smiles mischievously.

"Thorin, could you rub my back? I can't reach it properly." He asked, a small innocent smile on his lips that did not deceive anyone while handing him his sponge.

(smutt! You are warned!)

Thorin was pleasantly surprised by the request, and accepted the sponge. He then got behind the hobbit, and slowly rubbed the sponge along Bilbo's back, from shoulder to the lower back. Bilbo then uttered little more than suggestive groans, converging Thorin's blood to a certain part of his anatomy. The dwarf blushed at first, but he quickly realized the hobbit game. A naughty smile formed on his face, and he decided to lower his hands, rubbing the two globes of the hobbit's rear, catching them, kneading them while bringing his body to Bilbo's. The latter could not help pushing a little hiccup of surprise by feeling the rough and vigorous hands of the dwarf catch his buttocks. Surprised, but not disappointed. He felt the dwarf moving behind him, approaching inexorably near him. Thorin thought for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to keep up the momentum, but decided to continue the game, and then pressed his dwarfhood against the buttocks of the hobbit, then attracting a slight gasp of the hobbit. The dwarf could be proud of the size of his dwarfhood, being quite impressive, even compared to other dwarves. Meanwhile, Bilbo felt the excitement of the Adonis behind him, and had to admit that he did not need to see the object of his fantasies to know that he was more than high expectations.

Bilbo began thinking about a few years ago instead. He had already received, as surprising as it may be, a proposal to discover the carnal pleasures that the world had to offer, and from none other than Legolas Greenleaf. However, although he took pleasure in sending him more than positive signals, Bilbo did not wish to go further. He had enjoyed male beings, be they human, dwarf, hobbits or elves, and could not help but seduce those who were interesting, without having the least physical contact. Everything rested on words, voices and all other senses except touch. Thorin was the first person he let touch him in such a way, and he could not help but want more. Never before had he thought so.

Bilbo quickly returned to his mind feeling Thorin rubbing lightly against him, more than sensual and lascivious. Fortunately, they were quite far from the rest of the Company, who could not hear the slight moans of their burglar. Bilbo had an erection worthy of the Valar, and found himself in some pain because of it. Each touch of Thorin made him shudder, and his breathing quickened as he went. Meanwhile, Thorin began to blow forcefully against the neck of his hobbit, having placed his dwarfhood between his two globes. He was slowly thrusting, gently rubbing his body against the hobbit. It had been a few minutes now that he had let go of soap and sponges, focusing only on the being caught in front of him. He ran his hands around the hobbit waist, and then met his erection. Slowly, he rubbed the palm of his right hand along the rod of the latter while he lifted his left hand to slightly pinch the left nipple of Bilbo, thus winning a moan that wanted to beg for the young King. At this level, Bilbo was nothing but a mass of flesh and moans. He tilted his head back slightly, his legs barely holding, when Thorin decided to nibble his ear. Bilbo's reaction surprised Thorin to the highest degree. The Hobbit moaned with such force that he was convinced that all the inhabitants of the Hidden Valley had heard it.

The ears are very sensitive. Interesting… Thorin thought with astonishment.

More, I want more. Bilbo lamented internally, and he began to wiggle against his dwarf.

It was then that Thorin tensed slightly, then he quickened his thrusts, being then shorter, less precise. His breath was even stronger, faster now, and the dwarf grabbed the erection of the hobbit and began to jerk off without waiting, adopting the same pace as his sway, which attracting loud moans from his burglar. He then pulled up his left hand to place it on his mouth so that the rest of the company could hear nothing, while with his right hand he continued to administer his hand movement with the cock of the hobbit, massaging the head with his thumb as he squeezed Bilbo's cock more firmly. Bilbo could not take it anymore, and pulled back with force, drawing a guttural grunt from the dwarf, his voice so deep that he shuddered at it. It was then that stars began to appear in his vision, everything becoming white, and finally reached his peak, releasing himself with force, his seed freeing itself in the water. Thorin finished right after, grunting, and to keep from screaming, he bit the soft skin of the hobbit's neck to the right, marking him as his.

(END SMUTT)

They both recovered their breath. Bilbo was more than satisfied, and he had to confess that they had not gone too far for the moment. Looking back, he had invited the dwarf into his room, and suspected there would be a sequel, something that did not seem to trouble him. Thorin finally parted with Bilbo, and again grabbed the sponge to quickly finish Bilbo's back, and then cleaned himself up in no time. They came out of the bath together, grabbing towels that had been left for their disposal by the elves to dry themselves, and dressed. The elves had provided Bilbo with a beautiful long-sleeved robe in dark blue, made of silk with embroidery and gold buttons, as well as a silk underwear. The Hobbit dressed in front of the dwarf, now having nothing to hide, while Thorin retrieved his clothes, which had been folded from where he'd left them in piles. Noticing their cleanliness, he suspected their hosts. Once dressed, he redid his braids and put his beads back, then he accompanied Bilbo out.

(The robe in question)

Neither of them had noticed the rest of the company, who were all stunned, even Oin had heard. They looked at each other, looking lost, then burst out laughing.

"That counts, right?" Bofur asked seriously.

"No! Thorin did not shag the hobbit, so that does not count!" Dwalin shouted, still laughing.

Everyone who had bet on the shagging part in Rivendell grumbled, but there was still hope, they thought, for the hobbit had invited their leader to his bed. As for them, Ori, Kili and Fili were red-cheeked, having not expected to hear the burglars' moans, let alone Thorin's grunts. One thing is certain, the two nephews thought, they were not going to let their uncle forget this event.

Bilbo and Thorin had come out of the public baths, and were going to the terrace to eat. Thorin then grabbed Bilbo by the hand, bringing him straight back against his chest and hugging him. Bilbo held his breath, waiting for the dwarf's next step.

"So, Bilbo ..." Thorin started.

Bilbo listened attentively to what his dwarf was saying. Meanwhile, Thorin was thinking about what to say. He really wanted to woo the hobbit, and did not know how to ask him.

"... Are we ... uh" He stammered, "What I mean is that I would like to know if you would do me the honour of allowing me to court you." He finally said, holding his breath and his heart beating fiercely.

Bilbo could not help smiling, and he turned in Thorin's arms to look him straight in the eyes.

"It would be with pleasure, Thorin." Bilbo answered, then grabbed Thorin's braids to bring his face closer and kissed his lips softly.

Thorin smiled against Bilbo's lips, then removed one of his beads from his hair and presented it to Bilbo.

"Can I braid your hair, Azyungal? This is a courting bead. With it and the braid, everyone will know that I am courting you." The dwarf explained.

Bilbo nodded, and turned again, letting his lover weave a long braid with his gold curls while incorporating his courting bead. Bilbo appreciated the feeling of Thorin's hands in his hair and on his head. When Thorin had finished, he returned Bilbo to kiss him again, and the two lovebirds headed for the terrace, where Elrond, his children and Gandalf were waiting for them. Seeing them, and especially seeing the braid of Bilbo, Elrond and Gandalf looked at each other and then they smiled with one accord. Together, they went to the tables, where the other members of the Company had already settled, as well as elf musicians playing the harp while singing. The dwarves immediately noticed Bilbo's braid, and the majority could not help grumbling, while Balin and Ori smiled. The two dwarves being the ones having spent the most time with the hobbit, they knew that Bilbo would be courted in Rivendell.

"Well, this bet is closed." Exclaimed Nori, while he threw full golden purses towards Balin and Ori, while keeping his share, as he also bet that Thorin would woo Bilbo in Rivendell, being a professional gambler.

"You could not have waited until we left the place?!" Dwalin shouted as the rest of the company burst out laughing.