Author's Note: Rated M just in case. Also, I realise these plants don't exist in canon, but I'm allowed some creative license. Enjoy!
"Master Baggins!" Thorin called as he strode through the greenery the hobbit had disappeared into a little while ago. He heard a muffled noise, along with rustles. "Master Baggins?" he repeated, getting closer to the noises. Another louder, muffled noise reached his ears before he entered a clearing. Where he found the halfling trussed in the vines of a large plant. "How-" Thorin cut off, and advanced on the plant, deftly avoiding its flailing vines as he hacked away those tangled around the hobbit. Once he had released the hobbit, he threw the blonde over his shoulder and hustled away from the plant, stopping only when he was sure they were out of its reach.
"Th-thank you, Thorin," Bilbo gasped, breathing still rapid, as the Dwarven Prince set him back on his feet.
"Only you, Master Baggins," he murmured. "Do you realise how rare those plants are? And yet you managed to get snared by one."
Bilbo promptly blushed. "Yes, well, I had no desire to be eaten, so thank you again for your timely rescue, Thorin."
Thorin coughed slightly, his gaze sliding away from the hobbit. "You would not have been eaten," he stated.
"What?"
"It was not looking for a meal," he continued. "It was planning on seeding you."
"See-" the hobbit cut off, entire face flaming as realisation dawned. "Those plants do that?"
Thorin coughed again. "Yes, they are not discerning on partners either, male, female, as long as they are bipedal, they are potential prey. Luckily, they are rare, and those in areas where they are more commonly found are aware of what to look for, so they do not get the chance to spread too often."
"Right," Bilbo spoke softly. "Then I have double need to thank you, Thorin," he stated firmly. The dwarf turned to him in surprise. "Not only for my life, which seems an all too common rescue on your part, but also my virtue."
"It – ah – only incubates it's seedlings in a warm cavern, which then emerge from the entrance. Even with females it does not incubate them in the womb," he replied, discomfort on his face, and a light tracing of red on his cheeks.
"I forget that you know little of hobbits," Bilbo murmured. He licked his lips. "Male hobbits can conceive," he stated. Thorin blinked in surprise. "It is rather complex, but while I appear the same as you on the outside, inside it is different."
"You can become with child?" Thorin asked in wonder.
Bilbo nodded, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. "If that makes you uncom-" he cut off as Thorin gently laid his fingers over the blonde's mouth.
"You are a wonder, Bilbo Baggins," he stated, "a blessing. And knowing that makes what I have to say that much easier."
"Thorin?"
"I desire you, little hobbit," he stated, voice rough with desire. Bilbo stared at him eyes wide. "And did long before this conversation," he stated.
"Me?" he breathed.
Thorin cupped his cheek gently. "You are nothing like a dwarf," he stated, stroking the blonde's hairless cheek with a careful thumb. "And yet I found myself drawn to you almost from the first." Bilbo's brow furrowed in confusion. "Retaking my kingdom, and gathering my people together once more, has been the driving force of my life, since that cursed Dragon appeared. It is difficult for me to…let go of that enough to take what I desire for even a night, let alone longer. And I thought that to have you, would mean giving up the throne I have yet to take back."
"Thorin," Bilbo breathed. "Your people would follow you, even if you did take a lowly hobbit as your consort."
His lips turned up. "A courageous hobbit," he corrected. "I had decided that my nephews could become my heirs," he informed. "And they might yet be, if our future children have no desire to lead." He blushed again. "I had no idea how to court you, as a hobbit would."
"I do not think it would suit you," Bilbo replied, tone gentle. "It involves weeks of small, sweet gestures. Providing each other with food, flowers to the submissive partner, walks through the meadows. Instead, tell me what to expect of Dwarf courting."
Thorin rested his forehead against Bilbo's. "I would shower you in riches, little hobbit. The finest clothes, jewels, armour and weapons. And once you agree that I have shown my regard well enough, you would allow me to braid your hair, and you would braid my beard."
"Well," the hobbit breathed, licking his lips nervously. "I would not want you to feel cheated of the chance to spoil me, if that was what you wanted," he added hastily. "However, I would be willing for you to braid my hair now," he admitted softly.
"Bilbo?"
"You have saved me, numerous times, and I value that more than even the prettiest jewels. Not to mention, that you desire me, is far greater a treasure than I had ever dared dream I would receive."
With a soft smile, Thorin closed the distance between them for a sweet kiss the hobbit gladly responded to. When he pulled back, his lips curved in a smirk. "Once you are officially my consort, I will still shower you with jewels," he stated, his deep voice rumbling.
Bilbo shivered, even as he replied, "I presumed you would."