AN: I apologise now my brain is warped. I don't own any of the characters I am just corrupting them. Thank you to those of you are still following me and welcome to those have just joined me. Please let me know what you think of the story, I do enjoy getting your reviews. A big hug to those who favourited or followed my story, I would love to know what you think.
DeRanged: I couldn't message you back, but I will on here. It's just part of Thorin's character…I mean even Dwalin the emotionally stunted is more awake to this than Thorin…but then again I think it's jealousy this time…mostly.
Chapter Thirty Six-Mountain Goats.
When Thorin awoke the company to make a start the next day both he and Bilbo were in a foul mood. While Thorin was, for once, content just to sit and huff into his breakfast Bilbo was a different matter altogether. He had spent the whole night achingly aroused and with Thorin's eyes on his back hadn't dared do a thing about it, he was not one to give a show and get nothing in return. It hadn't helped his case when the quite whispers from Nori and Bifur had turned into muffled gasps and cries after the rest of the dwarfs had fallen asleep. So no Bilbo was not in a good mood at all. He growled inwardly as Thorin glowered across at him, he didn't notice the almost possessive gaze behind the distain and so glowered back at the dwarf, chin raised stubbornly. His final straw came when Bifur almost sashayed across the half packed up camp to hand him a bowl of watery porridge. He sat slurping it miserable, he'd always hated cram and now they were giving him a liquid version, he squinted into the morning light counting heads and to the confusion of the watching dwarfs (namely Thorin and Bombur) a wicked gin settled on his face. He pushed to his feet and wandered across to hand his bowl to Nori who was responsible for the cleaning that morning, he didn't comment on how carefully the auburn haired dwarf was sitting but stopped just short of Nori being able to easily reach the bowl without having to move. Nori stopped with his arm out stretched and looked up at Bilbo his green eyes strangely almost as effective as his little brother's brown ones at doing an impression of an upset puppy. Bilbo tilted his head and smiled innocently down at the thief. Nori wasn't beyond begging though, "Please Mister Baggins." He wheedled, "Play nicely." Nori stopped seemingly wondering how much to say, before lowering his voice, Bilbo had to strain to hear him but didn't move closer, "We didn't, erm in Rivendell, we didn't…no more than…erm oh this is embarrassing Mister Baggins," he stretched slightly and gasped, "Please Bilbo" he almost begged. At Bilbo's sigh he raised a hopeful eyebrow and Bilbo relented, understanding what the thief was trying to tell him.
"Fine Mister Nori," he smiled and handed the dish to the relieved dwarf, "can't go back to calling me Mister Baggins now though Mister Nori," he held up a finger and Nori stopped, Bilbo leant in and whispered in his ear, "Just be nice to Dwalin today, he might be a bit more ornery than normal." Bilbo sashayed away the evil grin back on his face as he passed the water skins and a stunned Nori behind him. As he reached the tree line "Holy Shit You mean the Guardsman …." He turned to look back at Nori as the dwarf trailed off, his nod had Nori smirking gleefully before turning back to the dishes to hide his face. The puzzled looks on the rest of the companies face had Bilbo's mood improving slightly. Not enough that he was letting either of the two couple off though. He bit his lip when he finally came across Ori and Dwalin wrapped around each other. The warrior had Ori wrapped in his embrace, but even in sleep Ori was draped across the larger dwarf's chest. Their clothing was scattered around the clearing, but somehow Ori had retained the leather armband and glove. Bilbo's eyebrow twitched, apparently Dwalin had a quirk, and Ori was already willing to indulge. Bilbo's returning smile was all teeth and had Dwalin been awake would have had the warrior running for the hills, Bilbo quietly made his way to where they were lying, standing just behind Dwalin. His revenge was simplicity itself, he merely unturned the full water canteen over their naked bodies, before beating a hasty retreat. A water canteen that had been freshly filled from a stream running down from the mountains. Two cries of alarm echoed back to the camp as he skirted around the company towards the outcrop of rocks. He sighed when he reached them, peering around carefully, Fili was handsy with his knives and Kili was quick with his bow if startled so a different approach was needed. He knew how to wake them up, being the only one in the company who'd managed to do it without gaining a black eye. They looked cute he decided and despite his uncomfortable, sleepless night he was loathed to wake them. He knew he had to though as he'd given Fili his word he would stand up for them, and if the rest of the company saw this a hell would break loose. Fili was bare as the day he was born bare the multitude of weaponry still strapped to his person, Bilbo could understand keeping some close, but the position of some of those blades, he shrugged his shoulders taking in the scratches and bites littering the blonde dwarf's skin. Apparently Kili was aggressive, Bilbo shrugged it didn't really surprise him. He turned his eyes onto the dark haired dwarf. Kili's undershirt was still on him but ripped from collar to hem, a dark bruise blooming on the pale skin of his throat, Bilbo shook his head with a sigh, the lad would have a hell of a job hiding that, he was also trouser-less but had somehow retained his boots. Bilbo couldn't help but chuckle and knelt besides the two resting a gentle hand on each of their shoulders. "Come on lads," he crooned softly, smiling as Kili swatted at his hand in his sleep, "it's time to wake up."
Fili wrapped a hand around his arm, "Mister Boggins?" he croaked his voice sounding wrecked.
"Ah Fili," grinned Bilbo, "Guess I found out which of you was the shouter last night eh?" He chuckled as Fili blushed, nudging the hiding dwarf off his knee Bilbo stood, "you two best get up and dressed before someone else comes looking for you."
By the time they were all ready to go, four of the dwarfs looking worse for were as the cautiously shifted their packs to try and get them more comfortable, Bilbo's mood was fantastic. He bit back a chuckle at Dwalin's baleful glower at the steep mountain path that was in front of him, he had to literally bite his lip as he took in Nori standing with eyes closed after the thief had taken a fast step. Bilbo didn't know if he dared look at the Durin brothers but did so anyway, they seemed chirpy enough but Kili looked like he had been dragged through the underbrush that surrounded them the bruise on his throat standing out glaringly in the bright morning light. Bilbo curled his left hand into a fist, focusing on the pain of his nails biting into the skin to stop him laughing outright when Kili hissed as he tried to grab Ori to tickle him back, the scribe dancing out of range with comprehension and glee dawning in his brown eyes. Fili's braids were wonky and despite his best efforts he was blushing whenever he caught sight of either his brother or Bilbo. He was walking fine but Bilbo felt his lower lip wobble and promptly bit it again when the blonde had to close his eyes when his pack shifted, a hand going to the base of his back.
When Thorin looked back at the company at midday it was with worry. There seemed to have been some sort of roll reversal and he didn't know just what exactly was going on. Dwalin was trailing at the back of the group, face set, but he blushed a deep red when Ori, dropped back to talk to him, Thorin had shifted his gaze and so missed the gentle hand the scribe ran down the warrior's back. Fili seemed to be permanently glowing, it was a fascinating colour on his nephew, but Thorin was worried he would pop a blood vessel. The lad's pack seemed to be forever getting shifted about, even in the short space of time Thorin watched. Kili seemed okay if a bit subdued, although as Thorin watched he winced as he stepped wrong Thorin made a mental note to get Bil…Master Baggins or Oin to check him over when they stopped. Dori and Bofur seemed to be clinging to each other and deliberately not looking at their kin, white faced and quiet they worried Thorin. Bilbo seemed to be vibrating with delight where he was walking alongside Nori, he was alternatively skipping and walking, chattering ninety to the dozen about what Thorin couldn't tell, Nori seemed glad of the distraction though so Thorin said nothing. Bombur, Gloin, Balin and Oin seemed to be okay if quiet, and Bifur, Thorin nearly missed his footing as he looked at Bifur. The dwarf was walking with the swagger Thorin had come to associate with the miner before his accident. The grin on his face was positively filthy and Thorin watched in amazement as at his glance Nori flushed to the roots of his hair. He turned sharply back to the path and walked on his brow furrowed in a frown. It wasn't until Bilbo's wail reached his ears that he even realised it was sleeting and heavily at that. Thorin swore himself when his wet hair crept under the fur of his coat.
It had actually taken nearly a full hour of sleet to ruin Bilbo's mood, but when his old waxed jacket gave up its job, it evaporated in an instant. Fili and Kili had his waxed leather cape and Ori had his traveling cloak, he wouldn't ask for them back, the others probably needed them more, but he did not like the feel of cold wet mush dripping passed his collar, he definitely didn't appreciate the cold the now soaked shirt brought to his skin when it stuck. His head snapped up and he checked his waist coat was buttoned, sighing with relief when it was. Wet white shirts were never a good idea unless you wanted to show off, and Bilbo didn't want to show off. To distract himself he watched the back of his company leader, his endless chatter to Nori stopping as he lost himself in his thoughts.
The places of the company shifted again as the paths became narrower, and Bilbo found himself between Bofur and Dwalin, unable to keep admiring Thorin's figure as the night had started to fall and the hail storm that had just started. He lost his footing as the path beneath him crumbled, and it was only down to Dwalin's quick reflexes that he didn't Fall completely, he turned to thank the warrior when a shout from further up the line caught his attention.
AN: I am coming to the end of what I will be writting until the next movie comes out. So updates will likely become less, I have four main event chapters left-storm giants, goblins, Gollum and the pale orc. maybe the same number of relationship chapters, so I will only be updating one chapter a week from now until then. I hope you can forgive me.