Meanwhile with Thorin and bilbo, "Givashel come I wish to throw caution to the wind, you are my one, my mate tonight we join as one, if you will have me" said a nervous Thorin "have you, have you? Of course I will, my king, my dwarf, my Azyungal" said bilbo passionately.
Thorin leant his forehead to bilbo's as a sign of affection leaning in he claimed bilbo's lips and poured all his passion into that amazing mouth of bilbo's, his hobbit shuddered with excitement and anticipation for the coming night, thoroughly aroused, barely breathing or containing his enthusiasm for their claiming.
Slowly Thorin laid bilbo back sensually removing their clothes, divesting his treasure of its coverings, slowly touching, kissing, licking and groping each inch of exposed skin eliciting moans, gasps, and squeaks even guttural growls were heard escaping his hobbit, soon he had his Givashel a withering mess upon the bed, ready, prepared and begging for more.
After removing his fingers from the tight heat, oiling his engorged member he lined up and slowly teasingly entered the tight channel of his writhing mate, his one true love gasped, breathing in short pants, fisting the sheets beneath him, moaning in pleasure, soon he wanted more, he begged, ' Thorin ah... Mmmm... Please more, pleasepleaseplease... Move' and move he did.
Slowly drawing out so only the head remained, ever so slowly pushing back in teasing bilbo, pinching his nipples, kissing his lips, stroking his member, soon the tempo picked up the rhythm continued for a while increasing in increments till they reached the panicle of their joining, somewhere inside bilbo felt as if his world had been engulfed in a warm motherly hug, like his mother was happy for him.
Meanwhile the company prepared for their departure, unaware (well mostly) of the event that had just taken place, two wizards and two elves meeting in a garden felt the magic in the air and knew a blessing had been bestowed upon the couple a blessing that would bring about new hope.
Laying there in each other's embrace basking in the after glow of their coupling, bilbo and Thorin were asleep not noticing the tattoos that had formed on each other's backs on bilbo a mountain with dwarfish runes foretelling of the splendour of Thorin's reign and the future of his line, on Thorin's that same mountain with the same runes speaking of bilbo and the changes eru, mahal and yavanah gifted upon him so he would be able to live long like his one.