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Chapter 10

Ownership

Thorin could not wait any longer as he went inside the caves.

"Uncle!" Fili called out to him as Thorin told him to stay put. "Why can't I come?"

"I need you here, Fili. Protect your brother and the others. I'm going in to see Bilbo."

"Are you crazy? What about the dragon?!" Dori spoke up.

"That is what I am afraid of." Thorin told him along with the rest of the dwarves. "Stay here at the entrance for now. I'll be back and with Bilbo as well."

The dwarves honored him as Thorin entered the crevices. To have his eyes open to all the gold in the world. Thorin was worried that Bilbo had been killed as he traveled on the golden tiny plates of Erebor. He searched and found the dragon who held up a small body.

"Bilbo!" Thorin screamed as Smaug had caught his attention.

"Oakenshield." Smaug laughed as he lowers his paw to show Thorin the proof who he held was indeed Bilbo.

"Let go of the hobbit; you monster!" Thorin cried as he is drawn out his sword.

Smaug snickered. "So he is indeed important to you."

"Don't you dare harm him." Thorin spat out as the dragon lifted the hobbit's body higher.

"He quite the delightful fellow. I must say." As Smaug stroked on Bilbo's cheek.

"What do you want?!" Thorin questioned the mighty beast as Smaug's teeth were shown.

"I want to see you suffer." He hissed as grew tired of this game and they overheard the other dwarves were coming through the entrance. The dragon roared as he raised his wings high and flapped, then down as he raised an echo of wind burst throughout the treasure room. Thorin flew backwards as the hobbit was left on the stairways.

"Bilbo!" Balin called out as the dwarves had upset the dragon and flew out the treasure room. The majorly of them ran off as Balin and Thorin meet up on the stairs to find the hobbit resting on the stairways.

"Bilbo..." Thorin cried as he carried him in his arms. "Wake up.." As he realized his head was cracked and this worried Thorin assuming he was dead until Balin felt his beating heart.

"He's ok."

Thorin was baffled. Thank the gods." Thorin noted as he held Bilbo closer.

"Here, I can carry him." Balin said as Thorin suddenly snaps at him.

"Don't touch him!" As his rage was much more than Balin could spare.

"Thorin..."

"I can take care of him, myself. For now the dragon.." Thorin replied as Balin grew cold.

The two dwarves followed out as Thorin continued to hold Bilbo in his arms, unwilling to put him down, especially when they encounter the dragon once more. They thought of something with a puddle of molten gold, which made the dragon growl in anger.

"Thorin Oakenshield..." The dragon whispered. "It's a pity that you won't see me slay all your friends in Laketown."

"Laketown is not involved with this!" said Balin.

"So you do care, that's interesting..." The dragon hissed as he lifted himself and flew out of Erebor into the skies.

"Thorin, the dragon!" Kili cried as the dwarves was reunited. Holding Bilbo close, Thorin could care less about what the dragon was about to do.

"I know, but let's just leave it alone.."

"But the people in Laketown!" Bofur cried as Thorin shook his head.

"It's not our problem." He told them as the dwarves were not at ease with his answer as he placed his head on Bilbo's. "I'll protect you.." He recalls as time passes by.

The next thing they knew, the dragon was slain by a man who they know as Bard was currently in Dale, along with many of the surviving citizens of Laketown. Completely destroyed, the race of men had no place to go but here accompanied by Mirkwood elves leaded by Thranduil who wanted something in return.

"Thorin, The Mirkwood King is here to claim his jewels." said Nori as he watches Thorin put down Bilbo carefully on a stone stand supporting a large dwarf-sized mattress. Thorin leaded in and gently touch Bilbo's hair.

"He will not get the jewels.. We just got our home back and I will not have it, lose it again." Thorin explained as Nori felt uncomfortable. "And especially they will not take Bilbo away either.."

"Excuse me?" Nori spoke as Thorin looked at him with a sharp glance.

"Leave, we need our time alone.."

Nori stuttered. "Uh. Yes, sir." The dwarf scattered off as the King went back to lean down, placing a kiss on his sleeping hobbit's forehead.

"He is my burden and mine alone.." He spoke as if he was possessed. He looked up and pulled up a bed sheet over his hobbit, right at the hobbit's neck. He covered him down to his tips of his feet.

He left the dread room with a single door and single window that showered Bilbo in an angelic sunlight. Feeling cautious, Thorin purposely locked Bilbo in as this was actually a dungeon room and not a hospitality room.

Where Bilbo will be safe for now as Thorin leaded his company to an outraging battle with other armies. Elves, Orcs, men and dwarves from his cousin's kin. Thorin was taking lead of this battle as it was announced that Thranduil and Azog was leading these armies.

Gandalf gasped as he finally came to Erebor to encounter the large battle, he did not expect. Five clans, one battle. It was outrageously insane.

Bilbo finally awakens with the memories of Thorin looking at him. His mind was swiped away as he sat up feeling dizzy..

'Thorin...?' Bilbo wandered along with the bed sheet, he reached the door realizing it was locked from outside. "Hey! Anyone here! I'm in here!" Bilbo cried as he realized he was trapped in. Hearing the battle cries, concerned him as he looked up to the window with the sunlight shining in his face. "No...no..." Bilbo started to panic.

'It's okay. Barrel rider.' Bilbo turned around feeling he wasn't alone, but he was alone as no else was in this small room with him. But the hobbit gasped as he saw a glimpse of faded light of red transformed behind him as Bilbo step back. It was Smaug, but a ghostly form with a much smaller frame than his original size.

"Smaug...?" He questioned as the ghost came close and Bilbo felt nothing. As if the dragon was never really there, but he could see it. "What in the earth happened?" Bilbo asked as he realized in this form, Smaug was dead.

'You can't save him...' The dragon said.

"What are you talking about?!" Bilbo call out as he does not fear this dragon anymore.

'Thorin Oakenshield has already claimed his prize.' The ghost faded through as Bilbo turned around; only to hear Smaug with his ear.

"What prize...?"

'The gold.. it's too late for him now and he's not the only one.. surely he'll have his head slaughter in half.'

"No..." Bilbo recalled as the ghostly Smaug was perched on his shoulder.

'Wouldn't that be pleasing thought? Everyone will be honoring his death.'

Bilbo wanted to puke, but couldn't as he felt a surge of sadness and despair. "Get out of my head!" Bilbo screamed as the ghost vanished before him. The hobbit was shocked as this was all truly in his head. He collapses to his knees, feeling regret for joining this journey. He felt his own tears drawing out as he quickly wipes them away. "I can't... I won't..." He muttered as he continued to hear the cries of multiple soldiers attack. "Thorin... no..." He held his eyes shut as he suddenly heard the thundering feet coming close by.

So thus, Bilbo prepared himself for his escape.

The battle continued outside of Erebor but Thorin was growing tired as there were many foes to face. But in his mind, he was grateful that he locked away his precious hobbit. Unaware that several of the goblins has breached Erebor and Bilbo watched as the one of the few smashed the lock; opening of the door and shredded the mattress before him as Bilbo disappeared with a little help.

"Thorin," Bilbo cried as he ended up in the middle of the battle. As this place wasn't fit for a hobbit, Bilbo had to dodge many swings and encounters that he predicted. "Thorin!" He cried again as Thorin was in his sights. He felt relief as Bilbo was about to run to him, but an unexpected pale hand grabbed him from behind.

Thorin saw it happen, his face was blank as he watched Bilbo slammed to the ground by the pale Orc thus angering the King of the Mountain as he ran forth to thrust his sword into Azog but failed miserably.

"Thorin!" Bilbo cried as he got up.

"Stay back!" Thorin cried as he was smacked across the face, Bilbo declined his orders as he went right beside him.

"I guess it's better to kill you both then." Azog announced as he lifted his blade as Bilbo used himself as a shield for Thorin whom he held Bilbo in a tight grasp.

Azog was about to strike, but was easily distracted by the other dwarves who joined in to stop him. Thorin used his chance to let go of Bilbo and get up on his own. "Why did you come out here!" He cried to Bilbo who was speechless.

Thorin soon dueled with Azog with all his might. To protect his love and his home, Thorin felt he had to protect everything he owned. Bilbo gasped as he watched the dwarf fight furiously in battle. Surrounding him, blood and scars, Bilbo kept himself occupied as he takes his own sword into a battle.

"Where is your lovely little hobbit, Thorin?"

"You can't have him. He's dead." Thorin bluntly spoke out a lie as Azog smiled back.

"Is that so?" as he walked up to Thorin with a blade until Bilbo appeared and stood in front of Thorin with his arms out without a plan to get them out of this trouble.

"Bilbo! Get out of here!" Thorin cried as Bilbo shook his head.

"No; I'm here now!" Bilbo announced as Azog became intrigued; he pointed his blade which was hooked in his arm. The hobbit gasped as he watched Azog step closer.

"I missed you... hobbit." He hinted as Bilbo recoiled as he looked away with a blade slightly touching his face.

"You keep your hands off of him!" Thorin growled as Azog laughed.

"Don't worry; I got something greater than that." As he handled a whip from his loin cloth.

"Back off!" Thorin cried as Azog came close to Bilbo. Pulling the whip high above his head; Bilbo readily himself to get hit except Thorin gotten in the way. Pulling in front Thorin embraced Bilbo as his back takes the hit.

"No, stop!" Bilbo cried as he tried to get himself released from Thorin's hold. "Please stop!"

As the whip continued several times as Thorin dragged Bilbo to their knees.

Thorin winced and growled ever so painfully with the strikes and bloody spots that were forming. He lean near to Bilbo's ear to say something in a whisper. "You should run..." He told him as Bilbo was devastated.

"No...no. no." Bilbo replied as he noticed Thorin was passing out. "Don't please... Thorin, I need you to be awake..." Bilbo mumbled as he felt his own insides rowdy up. "Thorin..."

"You should come and join me.. creature of under the hills..." Azog answered as Bilbo refused; he was too worked up with Thorin than anyone else that watches them; plea.

"Thorin... I know my answer.." Bilbo whispered in his ear and felt his own eyes betraying him.

"Bilbo.." Thorin weakly answered; holding him tightly. "I thought you hated me.."

Bilbo sighed as he wiped away his leftover tears, but before they had their honorable reunion. Azog invaded in to draw them apart. Angry, the dwarf struggled to get up, but with all the whip scars, it was too painful to move as Azog purposely climbed over Bilbo.

The battle was nearly the Orcs' claim as Azog already thought of his own victory celebration.

"If you won't be whipped, I'll just defile you instead." Azog grinned as he pulled the hobbit's legs apart.

The icy eyes widen as Bilbo struggled. "NO! Let me go!" He screamed as he about to get violated. His jacket was pulled off as Bilbo clearly did not want this to happen. His mind whirled as he was roughly kissed the creature. Violating his mouth and his tongue, Bilbo continued to resist and was crying.

"Stop it! You leave him out of it!" Thorin begged this time, but Azog decided not to listen.

"You fooled me once but this time, I for sure will committed my act." Azog said loudly as he felt up the poor hobbit underneath him. Azog had trouble holding Bilbo down as he swung his arms about with the help of one of his minions. They held down Bilbo's hands, which was above his head. The hobbit arched his hips as Azog had successful tear off his pants to redeem his sin.

Thorin was moved by the disturbance of the sight of Bilbo's bottom half was fully exposed. The hobbit was frighten; as Azog successfully shoved himself inside the poor hobbit who currently let out a scream. With every thrust, Bilbo gasped as the Defiler was much rougher than Thorin ever was.

Every tear, he dread; Bilbo caught himself grunting as Azog painfully forces his motions further.

'It hurts...' Bilbo cried as he tried to so hard to bear with it but he couldn't help it as he continued to cry very loudly.

"No stop... stop it!" Thorin cried as Bilbo started to get use to it.

"It hurts!" Bilbo screamed.

Trying to relax his body, Bilbo twitched every time; Azog pulled out purposely just to pound it into his cavern harshly. Feeling the stickiness, Bilbo started to feel worn out as this was more painful as he thought. Finally, after a few minutes, Thorin was crying as he was completely disappointed himself as he could not protect Bilbo who lay there quietly with dry tears.

He only stared at the dwarf king with a blank face and he whispered out words that only he had noticed. "I'm sorry..."

The wetness had stained the grass and Bilbo never knew how terrifying rape was; surely he understood now. Thorin shut his eyes closed as he could not continue to watch as Bilbo lay alone on the grass and felt like he was torn apart at his bottom half; indeed blood spilled from his sacred cavern.

Azog was refreshed, but couldn't help feeling he needed to torture the dwarf king more who watched the entire thing. His eyes were closed due to respect, Azog kicked him in the face as he laid low on the ground. Then putting his foot upon his fallen head.

Thorin winced as he kept himself down until Azog stepped on his back. The king howled in agony as Bilbo listened.

"Thorin... no.." Bilbo spoke up as both, Thorin and Azog looked.

"Did you want to go another round?" Azog asked him as Thorin growled. "Or perhaps, should I keep him as my personal pet?"

"Don't you dare!" Thorin engaged with his rage.

Everyone else was spooked as Thorin Oakenshield came out of nowhere with this new feeling of hope. He managed to drag Azog down and slashed at his chest and stabbed him through his lower hip while the Pale Orc shrieked. Away from the leader the goblins faced Thorin, but he was way better when it comes with skill. Slicing and dicing, Thorin had managed to scare away the remaining Orcs that went after him. The battle slowed down as many wounded started to increase and the majorly of the soldiers were dead. The elves had no choice to retreat for now including the fishermen from Laketown but they managed to scare away the Orcs including Azog when the reunited dwarves had arrived.

"We won!" Kili cried in content as Dwalin smacked him behind his head.

"Don't be a fool, boy. They'll be back!" Was his explanation as this was, the battle was far from over.

The lone hobbit was relieved as he sat by; covered in a stray cloth, he found to cover himself up and watched as every living dwarf either cleaning up the after effect of the battle or was heading into Erebor for shelter. On his knees, exhausted and pained from everything that had happened, he watched as Thorin came up to him.

"Thorin, it's over. Everything is good." Bilbo said ever so happy as it was finally over, but he did not expect Thorin would give him a hard, cold smack across the face to prove how angry he was of him.

"How dare you leave your chamber." He told him as Bilbo was too stunned to say anything. "Now come inside." He commanded as Bilbo wasn't too sure to listen as Thorin headed there first.

"Bilbo?"

Bilbo looked and found Balin stumbling towards him. "Balin!" He cried as he ran up the elder, dragging the cloth along with him.

"I'm alright," Balin said as he was embraced by the hobbit that was worried about him. "What about you?"

Bilbo steps back and started to stutter. "I'll... I'll be fine..."

The elder dwarf noticed as he lifted Bilbo by his chin and notices his scarred appearance. "Oh Bilbo. I'm so sorry..." Realizing what had happened as the old dwarf really wanted to hug Bilbo who did not seem interested.

Mine.

As that word haunted Bilbo.