Personally I like this paring so much that I had to do a one-shot for it, so I hope you guys can enjoy!

This is during the Battle of the Five Armies, just so you guys know.

Listen to the Spinning Song sung by Rin and Len Kagamine on Youtube so you can understand how slow paced the song is. Translations in the notes.

Paring: Bilbo Baggins/Kili

Rating: T

The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.


"If you think that I'm going to let you leave Bilbo, you're wrong," where had the fun loving Kili gone? When did the dwarf he fell in love with leave him alone in the hellish world?

Where did it all go wrong?

He remembered as he allowed Kili to pull him into his embrace and let the dwarf hold him close while they lay on a little mound of golden treasure. Bilbo knew where it all gone wrong and blamed himself for not being able to stop this from happening. If only he had been able to get Fili, Kili, Bofur, and Oin to leave the mountain when he first came across them then this wouldn't have happened.

It was the same look that plagued Thorin and turned vibrant blue orbs into obsidian colored eyes.

Dragon sickness; the mental illness that caused Thror's obsession with gold to go into overdrive. It was a fierce and dark love that swallowed Kili's love for Bilbo whole and turn it into cruel lust. The once bright brown eyes that Bilbo came to love were just as dark as Thorin's as he draped crowns and jewels on the hobbit, and it was so bad that Bilbo did his best not to flinch whenever Kili looked at him.

No longer were there terms of endearment that were exchanged between the two, and it was mainly Kili calling Bilbo his treasure. Putting extreme emphasizes on 'his' whenever Bilbo was brought into a conversation; and he got possessive. More so than he did on the journey to Erebor, and Kili took great lengths to mark Bilbo as his.

"I'm sorry Kili."

"Do not even think about it again my Treasure, understand?"

"Yes Kili."

It was a wonder that Bilbo had managed to keep the Arkenstone hidden in his pack, wrapped underneath what remained of his red Shire coat. There had been so many times he nearly gave it to Fili or Kili or even Thorin, but then he would see the dark look of lust in their eyes and would decide against it. So many times had he wanted nothing more than to throw it into the forges that still burned with Smaug's fire, but something told him no.

"You know I do this because I love you," Kili smiled into Bilbo's golden curls, "And I'd kill someone before I let such a treasure go."

He had to do something to stop this, but he could barely even leave Kili's side for a moment before the dwarf went on a rampage through the mountain for him. His jealousy was something to be feared and even the slightest conversation with anyone other than him sent Kili off. The prince had once yelled at poor Ori for asking Bilbo if he wanted any cram, and it scared Bilbo about how much he changed.

"I know Kili," it sounded monochromatic coming from his mouth but it appeased Kili nonetheless.

He would wait for the cover of night before he could even think of doing anything with the Arkenstone, but that was hours off and all Kili wanted was to keep him close. Bilbo would allow him to do as he pleased for now, out of love for what Kili once was not what he had become.

"I won't let any other have you, you know that right?" Kili asked as he played with courting braid he lovingly put in the hobbit's hair in Esgaroth. It was slowly falling out of the silver bead Kili made, but the dwarf made no move to fix it. Bilbo wasn't even sure if he wanted this Kili too, if he was the same Kili that confessed his feelings in Mirkwood then he would let him re-braid it.

But he wasn't, he was gone.

"I know Kili."

He sounded broken, just saying the same thing over and over again.

"I love you Kili."

The demented smile never left the prince's eyes for the rest of the afternoon, then the matter of who was taking last watch came up.

"Bilbo take last watch."

"I will not let him, his place is with me!"

"I've let him off watch for a while but he is still a member of this Company! If I say he had last watch then he does!"

The hobbit didn't even respond to the argument between Thorin and Kili, he wasn't even listening since Kili would later rant and rave to Bilbo. Instead the hobbit just sat there with gold all over him; a gaudy crown that Kili found as well as multiple rings and bracelets and necklaces. 'Fit for a Consort!' he had told Bilbo earlier that night as he hauled his find from the Treasury. Bilbo just let the prince do as he wanted since he knew the consequences would be dire if he didn't.

He learned what would happen when Kili first was taken over by the dragon sickness; the prince bruised his arms with a crushing grip and he openly sneered into Bilbo's green eyes. The hobbit was in shock over the fact that Kili slapped him in the face and was just standing there as Kili's grip tightened around his upper arms. "Don't you care at all! I went through the tro-" and he went on and on and on.

"I'm sorry Kili, I should have been more considerate," Bilbo choked out when Kili was done with his speech.

"As you should, but don't do it again."

"Yes Kili."

Kili could go on and on all night on how Thorin had no right telling his hobbit was to do, but even he could see the King would not be budged about the matter and let it go. Instead going over to Bilbo and pulled him into his side, opting to complain about how unfair it was. "I don't want you out there, but there's no changing his mind," he grumbled and Bilbo perked up a bit.

This was his chance.

It was finally his time to make things right and he'd be damned if he didn't.

So when the time was right and all were sleeping he secured a rope to the battlement and began to make his way down.

Bilbo tried not to yelp as he made his way down the front battlement, his feet slipping every now and then on the rough rock but he eventually made his way down. A small pat to his waistcoat and he was weighed down with guilt when he felt the hardness of the Arkenstone. Surely they would find out what he had done, eventually anyways if they did not know right away.

He hoped that Kili was still sleeping as he slunk down the dirt path to the city of Dale and despite his burning lungs he never once stopped running. His large feet were silent as he made his way up to the city, and they were even quieter than thought of when sneaking past the elven guards. His wide green eyes were flicking back and forth whenever someone came close to him, but he was lucky enough to be passed off as a child to those who weren't observant enough.

Tip-toeing silently he looked down an alley and did a double take when he saw a familiar pointy hat. A grey pointy hat, and as far as he knew there was only one person who would were such a hat. "Gandalf!" he yelled, and smiled when the Wizard cocked his head to see the small hobbit standing there. Next to him was Bard and that horrid Alfrid Lickspittle.

"Bilbo Baggins! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" and he dropped to one knee in order to embrace the missile that was Bilbo. Gandalf let out a small 'omph' when Bilbo hit his chest hard but nonetheless he held his dear friend close. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you in the Mountain?" he asked as he and Bard lead the hobbit to a large tent.

"Well, um..." he murmured.

"What do we have here?" Bilbo looked up into the cold blue eyes of the Elven King and shivered. The way he was being looked at made him want to shrivel up and die, and by the way he was literally being overshadowed by two men made it worse. Bard had left his side and approached the table Thranduil sat at, the elf was languidly drinking from a small goblet as if he had no problems in the world.

Inside of him, he could feel anger rising at the notion; he had no right to be drinking while others were in pain and were suffering!

"An exchange," Bilbo tried to keep the venom out of his voice but was unsuccessful. He left Gandalf's side and reached into his breast pocket and with heavy heart he pulled out the little stone. The one that caused so much pain to come from its discovery and it even ensnared the hearts of good men. "The Arkenstone for you to barter with, and in return I ask that you not march upon Erebor," he stood there in front of three powerful men.

The Arkenstone on the table.

Himself was as far as he dared to be from them.

And three jaws were dropped to the floor.

Nice fucking start if he would say so himself.

~.~.~.

If it was bad climbing down the battlement, then it was a nightmare going back up. Oh, blast it; he really should have stayed in Dale just as Gandalf had said, but he was a stubborn hobbit. A stubborn and stupid hobbit.

Bilbo let out the breath he had been holding when he pulled himself over the edge and onto the cool stone; without delay he gathered the rope and hid it in a niche. Hoping with all his heart that none of the dwarves would find it. Now as the moon arched over his head Bilbo was left to reflect on his actions and wanted to scream.

Did he really have to give away the Arkenstone? He could have given away his share of the gold instead, not Kili's family's heirloom!

Tears prickled at his eyes as he stood silently and he knew that Kili would never forgive him; the dwarf was too spontaneous and felt with all his heart. It was the reason he courted Bilbo after sorting out his feelings for the hobbit. He honestly and truly believed him to be his One and it made Bilbo feel worse about the entire situation.

"I'm sorry," and the wind carried away his apology. None were there to hear it but the Valar, the wind would carry his message across plains and mountains. Never to be forgotten or forgiven.

Well in his opinion that was.

So he let the hours pass him by and before he knew Bombur had come to relieve him of watch, "I thought I had last watch?"

"Kili told me to relieve you."

Even more weight was placed on his heart as he nodded and headed inside the mountain to find Kili. The brunette dwarf immediately bringing him into his embrace when Bilbo came close enough and the hobbit was forced to look into cold dark eyes once more. They were ominous as the dwarf merely held Bilbo and allowed him to sleep.

For once he found solace in Kili's hold and allowed himself to pretend to feel loved as darkness claimed him.

Bag-End was a lovely home and one of the most grand in Hobbiton, it was made in love for Belladonna Took by Bungo Baggins. It was his childhood home and he had left it behind to help the dwarves regain Erebor.

So the question was why was he here?

Soon he found that it mattered not and just took every bit of happiness he could before he was forced back out into a harsh reality. Bilbo found himself staring at a green door and his arm was raised to grip the doorknob. For a while he just stood there, not knowing if he was welcomed into his own house. Then he heard crying and he found himself flinging the door open and racing into the smial.

"Why did Mum and Dad have to go Uncle?" a little voice was filled with sorrow. Bilbo walked from room to room trying to find the source of the voice.

"Oh Frodo, they did not want to go but Yavanna called them to her Green Fields, so that they may wait for you to follow," he knew that voice but he couldn't place it exactly. The living room and the dining room was empty, as was the great room and the kitchen. He was unable to find the voices in the study or the back garden and he refused to believe they were in the bathroom.

"When can I go see them?"

"Not for a while, not until you have grown."

Then a thought came to him, where they in the Master bedroom? His feet padded softly against polished wood and Bilbo found himself pushing open the door to his room. On the bed were flickering shades of two dark haired people, one a hobbit and the other not. "Why not?" the smaller shade cried out in anger.

"Because it would make them sad to see you go early," the taller shade replied.

Bilbo just stood there as the the two shades comforted one another and he dared to hope that it was Kili. If not then his heart would not be able to take anymore of this torture. "When is Uncle Bilbo coming back from Bree?" the young shade asked.

"Soon Frodo, now sleep," the older one said.

"Night-night Uncle Kili."

"Good night Frodo."

Then the two shades disappeared before his eyes and he heard their voiced out in the foyer; following the voices he soon found himself looking at three shades not two. One was very short, only the size of a faunt. The next was taller than the three, but not outrageously so. The final shade was a happy medium of the two and was a head or so shorter than the other shade.

"Uncle your back!"

"Thank Mahal you're back early!"

The medium shade shook with laughter as the two other shades clung onto him in desperation, "What happened when I was gone?"

"Uncle Kili can't cook and nearly burned down the kitchen."

"It was a small fire Frodo! Nothing I can't handle!"

Then all the shades melted into the floorboards as the medium sized one tried and failed to contain his laughter. Expecting to hear the voices again Bilbo was surprised when he heard anguished cries coming from the bedroom. He crept towards the Master bedroom quietly and shivered in the suddenly cold atmosphere, and found the door was open and the two shades were knelt at the edge of the large bed. The medium sized shade was unmoving as two other shades raised the blanket to cover the shade up.

"Bilbo!"

"Uncle!"

The two shades hugged the other as the large shades tucked the covers under the shade identified as Bilbo and hauled him onto a stretcher. The large bay window in the room showed that it was snowing outside and the winter was settled deeply in the Shire. "I'm terribly sorry Master Dwarf, but he is gone now," one shade said as they bent to grab the stretcher's handles.

"No, no it cannot be! He is cannot be gone!"

"Uncle don't leave me like Mum and Dad!"

"Bilbo please wake up! This is a sick joke you are playing, so stop! WAKE UP PLEASE!"

Bilbo never got to listen to the rest of what any were saying as the shades melted away once more and he heard singing coming from outside Bag-End.

It was him singing and when he went to investigate he found that none heard his words. People were kneeling at the foot of a grave and the air was warm, winter must be over.

"Inochi wa toki no naka o
Nagare nagare te
Tokoshie no kiroku o
Futae no rasen ni tsumugi yuku

Watashi wa kono uta o
Utai katari te
Setsuna no kioku o
Hito no kokoro ni kizami yuku

Al a re la ye
Al a re la yo
Al a re la ya
Al a re ya...

Al a re la ye
Al a re la yo
Al a re la ya
Al a re ya..." he noticed that even though none heard the shade Bilbo they sang along with him. Or he with them.

The shade he knew as Kili sang louder than all of them, with the faunt Frodo tucked into his side.

His deep voice rumbled across the hills.

"Inochi wa toki no naka o
Nagare nagare te
Tokoshie no kiroku o
Futae no rasen ni tsumugi yuku

Watashi wa kono uta o
Utai katari te
Setsuna no kioku o
Hito no kokoro ni kizami yuku

Al a re la ye
Al a re la yo
Al a re la ya
Al a re ya...

Al a re la ye
Al a re la yo
Al a re la ya
Al a re ya...

Al a re la ye
Al a re la yo
Al a re la ya
Al a re ya...

Al a re la ye
Al a re la yo
Al a re la ya
Al a re ya...

Al a re la ye
Al a re la yo
Al a re la ya
Al a re ya...

Al a re la ye
Al a re la yo
Al a re la ya
Al a re ya..." the shade Kili kept his composure as other shades shoveled dirt onto the grave. The shade Bilbo stood above the headstone and smiled a white smile before the real Bilbo woke up.

Above him was Kili, with cold eyes, and he shook Bilbo awake, "Bilbo the armies are here!"

His heart sank as he got to his feet and followed Kili all the way to the top of the battlement. It gave him a view of the rows and rows and rows of elves and men that stood at Erebor's doors and at the head was Thranduil and Bard.

In Kili's embrace he let himself listen to the squabbling of the three different races until he saw Bard pull out and toss the Arkenstone as if it were a potato. "You would not trade, not even for this?" and the dwarves grew murderous. All screaming in Khuzdul at the men and elves before Thorin growled out the question Bilbo knew was coming.

"Where did you get that?"

The guilt was to heavy and he fessed up to his thievery, "I gave it to them."

He was promptly thrown over the edge by Kili and looked in his eyes as he fell; he would always remember the look of rage in his love's eyes as he plummeted to his certain death.

~.~.~.

It felt like he was floating before he was engulfed in warmth.

Bilbo was held in arms as if he were a babe and he would know that scruffy beard anywhere; he looked up into the eyes of Gandalf and smiled. He smiled that sorrowful smile and let out a choked sob as he was set on his feet. "I would appreciate it if you tried not to kill my hobbit Master Kili! I would never have guessed that you of all would throw your One to his death!" he roared back up the Mountain.

"He is not my One and never will be! That traitorous whore can rot for all I care!" and Bilbo kept the smile on his face even as is heart broke.

Gandalf only clicked his tongue in annoyance and kept Bilbo in his comforting shadow, "I'm sorry my dear Bilbo."

"Me too Ga-"

"Take him back to where he belongs, with the elves and men he covets so!" Thorin yelled in rage and the company raised the weapons and agreed with a roar, one that killed the hobbit. He really was trying not to show how the pain of being rejected showed but as Bilbo and Gandalf turned to the army of elves and men all could see the tears flow down his face.

Despite that farce of a smile.

Some of the elves were hoping at he would get that smile off his face, for it was hurting them to see how hurt the little hobbit was. Thranduil and Bard actually looked guilty and focused their guilt into anger before turning it on the dwarves. Then they all heard the horn of the Iron Hills and before Bilbo knew it battle had descended upon the entirety of the place.

Dale was under attack.

Erebor stood protected from the orcs.

Men, dwarves, and elves alike were falling to the ground; never to move again.

Bilbo himself was swept into the chaos and despite everything only had a concussion as he made his way across the battlefield. Slicing tendons in the legs of orcs and saving the lives of every race in his anguish filled haze. He moved with moving and saw without seeing, fought without fighting and killed without killing.

He was not Bilbo Baggins of the Shire in that amount of time, he simply was.

If he reacted to the rudimentary battlement being struck open then he didn't remember, all he could see was Azog standing at the top of Ravenhill give orders to the armies. Cut the head off the snake the ring in his pocket crowed at him and he found himself agreeing with it. Bilbo disappeared in front of an orc's eyes and beheaded it before making his way to Ravenhill.

For Kili he would risk his life against the Defiler.

If only to feel his warmth.

Kiss his lips.

Braid his hair.

See his smile.

If only he could have one more minute.

Then he would truly be happy.

~.~.~.

He had no clue as to why he took of his ring to fight Azog, nor did he know why he let himself get impaled before Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and Thorin. Bilbo just felt so tired and when he saw he couldn't kill the orc he just stopped.

"RUN!" he screamed at Kili as he felt the filthy orcish sword pierce his back and exit under his heart.

Then he was falling, this time he wasn't caught and stared into the sky as it got blurry. He smiled to himself as he recounted the wounds he managed to inflict on Azog before he was captured. It would be much easier for the dwarves to kill that scum, and frowned when he saw a halo of brown hair cover his view from the sky.

"I-I'm so s-sorry! D-don't die! PLEASE!" was that Kili? No he couldn't be that daft to come back for him, and in the back of his head he felt better. He wasn't commpletly hated after all and he winced when the dwarf lifted his head to settle in his lap. Bilbo was suddenly very aware of the pain in his body and put a shaky hand to his wound and pulled it back to look at the red liquid that coated it.

"No, don;t do that. You'll be fine!" Kili cried out as he applied pressure to the wound.

Bilbo just smiled at Kili and gave him his best grin, bloody teeth and all. Kili used his other hand to wipe the blood trailing out of his mouth as battle waged on behind them. "I lo-lovee you," Bilbo whispered.

"Don't talk you'll make it worse," the prince cried as his tears fell onto Bilbo's face. Washing away blood and dirt as Bilbo nodded, his body trying to breathe and Kili knew with mounting despair that his lung was punctured.

The hobbit's eye dropped and he was gently shook by Kili, "Hey keep looking at me. Don't go to sleep."

"S-so t-tired..." and he closed his eyes once more.

"N-no... NO! BILBO KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN!" but the hobbit fell asleep.

In the darkness of limbo he just kept his eyes closed and drifted peacefully, unaware of pain and anguished. It was warm to, much better than the cold air he felt on Ravenhill. Or it could have been the fact he was loosing blood.

"-ilbo..." who was that?

He furrowed his eyebrows and shifted slightly when he felt a cool touch to his torso, but other than that didn't really move. As he lay in the soothing dark, completely unaware of time, he felt a hot touch to his hand that lingered for a while. Bilbo moved a finger before settling back into the dark again, doing all this without once opening his eyes.

"... finger... saw it..." he wished the voice would stop talking so he could rest.

"... love you... wake... wedding..."

He merely ignored it in favor for peaceful rest.

"I love you more than you know," was that Kili?

"I'd choose you over gold any day," really? Though the thought of no pain was more tempting than love right now. Bilbo wasn't even Bilbo as he lay in limbo, he could just be.

"My Amad wants to meet you Amralime," maybe he should wake up soon.

The dark however was too tempting and he lay asleep longer.

"I think he will never wake up. Its been months Kili, Bilbo's gone," maybe he was. It was a tempting thought, one he would be happy with.

Then he felt loving hands braid his longer curly hair.

Bilbo decided it was time to wake up.

It took time to even think off opening his eyes, much less opening them.

"Move him to my chambers, I'll look after him."

He used all his strength to open his eyes and he looked into a ceiling with gold veins running through it. Bilbo felt cold and snuggled into the hearth that was next to him, only to feel the hearth move. He moved his head to lay over the beating fire and listened to the soothing bumps against his ear. "B-Bilbo?" he didn't answer in favor of getting warm.

"Bilbo, are you awake?"

"Shhh. Sleep," his voice was hoarse and it surprised him.

The hearth he was pressed up against slid out from under him and he felt it hover over him. His green eyes were unfocused when they opened but he would always know Kili when he saw him. His Kili, the one that asked to court him in Esgaroth not the one that threw him to his would-have-been death.

Bilbo was being kissed before he knew it and felt tears fall on his cheeks, and with a smile he wiped them away. His body weak and trembling as he did so but he was alive in this moment.

"Tell your Amad I want to meet her too," and Kili smiled and got off Bilbo.

"Lets get you cleaned up first."

It was the first step to healing that they took together.

It was also the first step to a wedding that was sure to come.

All while Kili basically grovelled for forgiveness and showered Bilbo in gifts, something he was not going to let the dwarf prince live down for a while.

While this was a step it was hardly a story, it was something that time could cultivate and both looked forward to it.


In the short time we have to play out our lives
We get swept off our feet by the calm
Remaining with the memories we'll always have
Spinning them into two spirals and then they fade away

As for me, I will sing the song of the present
That's all I can do, be singing and talking
I won't remember what happened at that time
But it's been engraved in my heart, so let me go

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya...

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya...

In the short time we have to play out our lives
We get swept off our feet by the calm
Remaining with the memories we'll always have
Spinning them into two spirals and then they fade away

As for me, I will sing the song of the present
That's all I can do, be singing and talking
I won't remember what happened at that time
But it's been engraved in my heart, so let me go

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya...

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya.

Song is translated line by line.


I'm intentionally leaving this open so I can finish it in another one-shot down the road but I hope you all enjoyed.

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