AN: Dear Dwarrowdam234, this one is for you. I chose Please Don't Go by Barcelona as the Song in this one shot, and it's now one of my songs that I listen to obsessively. I decided to make it a Thorin/Bilbo fic, just because I'm sailing on that ship so hard right now. And I made it rated T. I really hope I haven't disappointed you with my choices, or my plot. Enjoy!

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Thorin Oakenshield was not someone who usually pouted, at least not according to him. He majestically brooded, frequently, over the future of his kingdom and the lives of his family. But he most certainly did not pout, and it most certainly was not over a Hobbit! Of course, anyone who knew him knew that he was indeed being a raging sulk monster and his pouting was of epic proportions. Not that they could ever convince Thorin of that.

Ever since the end of the Battle of Five Armies, Bilbo had been spending more and more time with Bard, the new ruler of Dale. And it was driving Thorin mad. Bilbo would disappear in the mornings, before most of the Dwarves were even awake, go to Dale for the day, and come stumbling back into Erebor late at night with just enough consciousness left to fall into his bed and go to sleep. Really the only person he did see these days was Bard.

So this party, while stupid, was the first time Thorin had seen the Hobbit in weeks now! From across a room. And Bilbo didn't see him. He was too busy laughing at whatever Bard was saying to notice the Dwarf King staring at him. Thorin had never been much of a blood lust kind of guy. He killed when he needed to, and he did not relish it. But he was beginning to think he might relish Bard's death. If only just a little bit. Maybe that was the wine talking. Thranduil really knew his way around a good strong wine.

"Enjoying the view, King Thorin?" Speaking of annoying blond prats.

"What do you want?" He asked the Elvenking without looking away from Bilbo. The Hobbit was now doubled over with laughter, and Bard was smiling fondly at him. Oh how Thorin wanted to punch that rugged Man face.

"You should tell the Halfling how you feel about him. You might be surprised what you learn in return." Thranduil said cryptically before wandering away with a self satisfied smirk on his face. Thorin glared at the Elf's back until he was out of sight and then turned his attention back to the pair across the room. Bard was whispering something in Bilbo's ear, and the Hobbit's face went from happy to pure joy. Thorin hated it. And he couldn't stand it another second. He drained the rest of his cup before standing and storming out, everybody in front of him getting out of his way the second they saw him coming. No one wanted to deal with an angry, sulking, Dwarf King. Not even Dis wanted to waste her time trying to calm him down.

Instead, he was left alone as he paced out of the Great Hall, through the hallways, and to the little garden Bilbo had started some time ago. The Hobbit had been staying in Erebor for almost three months now, and showed no interest in returning to the Shire, considering he had started a garden here and everything. It was on an unused balcony, where the stone had given way to soil and the sun shined perfectly on his plants for a good portion of the day. The little rows of flowers and vegetables and fruit normally gave Thorin comfort, because it meant Bilbo wanted to stay in Erebor. But right now he was purely in a bad mood.

He didn't understand it! Why was Bilbo so enamored with Bard the Bowman? Thorin was at least four times more majestic than that Man. And Thorin was a King! Bard was ruler of Dale now, but Thorin was King Under the Mountain! He could offer Bilbo so much more! And yes, he had made a lot of mistakes. Holding Bilbo over the battlements was not his finest moment. But he thought that Bilbo had forgiven him for that. He thought Bilbo understood that he was out of his mind at the time. He thought that through the journey, they had developed something... more. More than simple friendship. Maybe he had just been stupidly optimistic.

"Thorin?" A voice asked behind him. And Thorin most certainly did not jump. As well, there was no possible way he uttered a little yelp of surprise. But he did turn with a flourish, radiating self assurance and majesty. It was how he always looked when Bilbo was around. Thorin wouldn't dream of looking even a little bit weak in front of the Hobbit, who was looking at him with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Master Baggins. I did not think I would find you here." Thorin did not sound awkward, because he was Thorin Oakenshield and he was not awkward. At all.

"It is my garden." Bilbo pointed out, wandering a little further to the edge of the balcony to kneel in front of a row of daisies. It was only then that Thorin realized the Hobbit was holding a watering can.

"I thought you were enjoying the party." If Thorin sounded bitter, Bilbo didn't call him out on it. The Hobbit simply smiled warmly and continued watering.

"I was enjoying the party. But I didn't get to come water my plants this morning, so I thought I should probably see to them before I went to bed." Bilbo told him with a fond smile. "And besides, I saw you wander off and I worried that you were unwell." He added, a little quieter, and without looking at the Dwarf King. Thorin felt himself recoil in surprise at the quiet admission, but then couldn't help but smile.

"You worried for me? I am the King you know."

"What does that matter? I can still worry for you, your majesty. I've been quite worried recently, actually. Everybody says you're closing yourself off, moping around your chambers and being very snappy during meetings." Thorin flushed, and then frowned. So people were speaking such things behind his back? To Bilbo no less! And why did Bilbo have time enough to listen to such rumors when he had no time to speak with Thorin?!

"The gossips in the mountain are fools, every one of them." Thorin sneered.

"I'll tell Fili and Kili that you think so." Bilbo chuckled, then sat back on his bum to look up at Thorin. "What is it that has you so melancholy, my King? I should like to help, if it is in my powers to do so." Bilbo sounded honest enough, but Thorin merely shrugged.

"I am quite fine Master Baggins. If you stayed in the mountain longer that the hours it takes you to sleep at night, you would see as much." Bilbo looked shocked for a second, and then sad.

"I did not think you even noticed my absence. I apologize for causing you such distress, Thorin." How the devil did he deduce that?

"I just said that I am not in distress Hobbit!" He exclaimed.

"What you say and how you act point to two very different things. And what I observe is a Dwarf King who is very upset that I do not spend more time in the mountain." Bilbo said bluntly, and Thorin felt his cheeks grow hot.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean Halfling." Thorin hissed between his teeth. Bilbo looked down, biting his lower lip lightly.

"Halfling. Have we returned to such cold names Thorin?" Bilbo whispered, and Thorin wanted to smack himself. Bilbo had told him that Hobbits hated the name Halfling. They were not half of anything! And Bilbo frequently reminded him of that on the journey. Thorin had spit it out in a moment of panic and confusion and anger, and Bilbo looked so hurt by it.

"Bilbo...I'm sorry. I am not being fair to you." Thorin never meant to snap at Bilbo. It was hardly the Hobbit's fault that Thorin was an open book in front of him. Bilbo sniffled and stood to leave. "Please don't go!" Thorin immediately stepped to block the door leading back into the mountain. Bilbo looked at him warily but sighed and sat down on one of the benches that were scattered around the balcony. Thorin didn't know what to do now. What should he say to Bilbo? How could he comfort the Hobbit? Bilbo always liked it when he sang. Perhaps, since he couldn't seem to ever speak his feelings, he could sing them instead.

"All those arrows you threw, you threw them away." Bilbo looked up at him, his face surprised by the sudden song. But the surprise melted away soon enough, and he listened to Thorin sing.

"You kept falling in love and then one day...

When you fell, you fell towards me.

When you crashed in the clouds, you found me.

"Oh please don't go... I want you so.

I can't let go... For I lose control." Bilbo looked down again, but there was a light smile on his face. How Thorin loved that smile. He would do anything to see it.

"Get these left handed lovers out of your way.

They looked hopeful but you, you should not stay.

If you want me to break down and give you the keys,

I can do that but I can't let you leave.

"Oh please don't go... I want you so.

I can't let go... For I lose control." Bilbo looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, but a bright smile on his face.

"Why couldn't you just say so?" He asked quietly. Thorin shrugged.

"You know me better than to think I have a way with words." Bilbo laughed, the sound like bells, and Thorin felt his knees almost buckle. "I know you probably don't feel the same. I just had to tell-"

"Who says I don't feel the same?" Bilbo interrupted him, with a raised eyebrow. Thorin started coughing as he choked on his own saliva. Had he heard that right?

"But you've been spending all your time with Bard, in Dale! You're hardly even in the mountain anymore! And this is the first time I've seen you in weeks!" Thorin reminded him. Bilbo flushed and looked down at his big feet, which were swinging through the air idly.

"Bard's been helping me make something. I'm a Hobbit Thorin, I don't have any skills with wood or metal or anything really. Besides plants I suppose. Ori told me that in Dwarvish culture you state your intent with a hand made courting gift, and I needed help with that." Again Thorin found that the only think he could do was stare open mouthed at the Hobbit. "I was actually going to give it to you tonight, but you left the party before I could." Bilbo stuck his hand in his pocket, but didn't pull whatever was within out. He was starting to doubt himself, as he had been earlier. Without Bard or one of the company here to reassure him, he wasn't so confident. Sure, Thorin had just stated his feelings for Bilbo, but the Hobbit didn't know if Thorin really wanted to court him or anything. There was a line between a simple crush and a desire to court.

Suddenly Thorin was kneeling in front of him, sapphire eyes locking on his own cobalt iris'. The Dwarf King put his palm against Bilbo's face, rubbing his thumb soothingly over his cheekbone. His other hand took Bilbo by his wrist and slowly pulled the Hobbit's hand from his pocket. Bilbo's fist was clenched shut over something, but not entirely. Thorin could just see silver through his fingers, and a flash of blue. Bilbo took a deep breath and let his fingers fall away from the bead in his hand. It was silver with runes engraved in the metal and sapphire inlaid in the runes. Thorin instantly understood the rune, they were very special. They expressed the deepest form of love possible between two beings. Love that was strong enough to be recognized at first sight.

"Do you know what they say?" He asked Bilbo, surprised he could even use his voice. Bilbo nodded, biting his lips again.

"The moment you walked into Bag End I knew I wanted to be something special to you. But you didn't seem to have any interest in me, not even in getting to know me as a friend. I thought you would probably laugh at my gift, but Bard said I should take a chance." Bilbo told him shyly, gluing his eyes to the bead rather than looking at Thorin. The Dwarf let himself smile and he gently took the carefully, lovingly crafted bead from Bilbo's hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it before leaning forward and kissing the Hobbit in front of him.

"I'll have to thank him." Thorin murmured before kissing Bilbo again.

"I'm sure he'll be relieved. He thought you wanted to kill him. What with the glares you've been giving him." Thorin smiled slyly.

"I thought he was taking my Hobbit away from me. But no one will take you from me again Bilbo Baggins. My Hobbit. My consort. My One." Bilbo gasped at the last name. Ori had told him about the concept of Dwarves having Ones. He never imagined...never.

"I love you Thorin." He blurted out, and was promptly pulled against the Dwarf's chest and wrapped in a fierce hug.

"I love you Bilbo." Thorin whispered in his ear before kissing the tip of it. "Please don't every go away from me."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

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AN: Did you like it? I know it's cheesy as heck, but I love a good old happy ending. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Hope you liked it!